Introduction: A Mother and her daughter are stalked and really bad stuff happens
Sandra McFarland’s SUV rolled into the garage at 6:15 pm. She strode from the
garage into the kitchen in a workout outfit: white cross training shoes, black, tight
leotards and a bulky grey sweatshirt two sizes too big for her. She called out for
her daughter: “Megan? Are you home, hon?” From my hiding spot I watched her
as she checked the microwave. She pressed some buttons and the microwave
hummed into action. “Megan?”
I watched as Sandra thumbed through the day’s mail, throwing all but a single
envelop into the trash. “Megan? Where are you, babe?”
She put her purse and gym bag on the dinning room table and walked to the foot
of the stairs leading up. She saw that the light was on in the upstairs hall. I quickly
went to her purse and removed her cell phone, and hid it in my bag of tricks.
Earlier in the day I had removed all the internal house phone cords.
“Megan!” she yelled, looking up the stairs.
“Hello, Sandra,” I said. The woman whirled around. At first she might have thought
I was a friend of her daughter’s, but she quickly saw I was too old for that. “Who
are YOU!?” When I didn’t answer, she said “Where’s my daughter!?”
I shrugged. “The answer to your first question is not important right now. The
answer to your second question is: your daughter’s upstairs. She’s waiting for
The woman looked at me dumbly. Slowly, something dawned on her. “Megan?”
she cried out, but her voice cracked. Stumbling on weak knees, the woman ran up
the stairs two at a time. I quickly followed her, and watched as she ran into
Megan’s room. Finding it empty, she ran down the hallway to the master
bedroom. As I came after her, the woman had stopped in the doorway of the
master bedroom, frozen at the sight she saw.
Her precious teenage daughter’s totally nude body lay on the far side of the large,
king size bed. The girl’s arms were above her head, her wrists handcuffed to the
horizontal bed head rail. Her ankles were cuffed together, and a round ball gag
was stuffed in her mouth, the kind that was used on Bruce Wilson and Ving
Rhames in Pulp Fiction.
After a speechless moment, the mother cried out “Megan!” her voice cracking.
“Oh, baby! My baby!” She ran to the far side of the bed. Megan looked up at her
mother with wide, scared eyes. She mumbled something through the ball gag.
Once she got to the bedside, it was suddenly as if Sandra didn’t know what to do.
She clasped her hands together close to her chest, her body shaking
uncontrollably. She looked up to see me in the doorway. “You bastard!” she cried.
“Have you hurt my baby?!” She lay down beside the girl, as if covering her naked
body from my view. She reached for the girl’s wrists that lay stretched above her
head, but saw that she was powerless to do anything about the handcuffs that
held those wrists firmly to the bed rail.
Sandra pulled the gag from her daughter’s mouth. “Baby, oh my baby, are you
okay?” she managed to ask between sobs. The girl did not reply, she only cried
softly as her mother hugged her.
The mother then sat up on the bed and again looked at me. An expression of
rage and pure, unadulterated hatred rolled across her face like a dark cloud.
“What have you done to my daughter?” she demanded.
“She’s still technically a virgin, if that’s what you mean. She does a pretty good
blow job, though.” The woman starred at me, speechless. “You’ve done a great
job of parenting, Sandra,” I continued. “I mean, let’s face it, there aren’t too many
sixteen-year-old virgins out there these days. At least, she says she’s a virgin. I
did a gyno exam on her and couldn’t really tell, but then I’m no doctor.”
“Get out of here!” the woman finally commanded, her voice firm.
“Sandra. Come on, we’ve been waiting for you to join the party.”
The woman quickly reached for the bedside telephone. I watched her, a smile on
my lips, as she discovered the phone line was dead. She slowly put the phone
down and stood. She looked at me like a cornered cat would look at the thing that
had cornered it, and I could see the realization dawning on her that she had make
a tactical blunder by running into a dead end alley. Instead of hurrying up the stairs
and into her bedroom at the first sense of concern for her daughter, she should
have attempted an escape from the house while still downstairs. Her instinctive
concern for her little girl had simply been too strong, and she hadn’t thought the
situation through. And now, Sandra McFarland knew that she was suddenly in a
world of trouble.
“Look,” she said calmly, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you can’t
get away with this. So why don’t you just go on and get out of her right now? Just
go. I won’t even call the police, just get out of here and we’ll pretend this never
As she was saying this, I walked over to a heavy easy chair that was near the
door and moved it over to the door, effectively barricading it. This way I could
leave the woman loose in the room, and if she made a run to get out, whatever I
was doing I could easily catch her before she managed to move the heavy
barricade sufficiently to get through the door.
“I would hate to leave now,” I said as I finished my task. “Before our little party has
The woman glared at me. If looks could kill, my bl**d would already have been
soaking the bedroom carpet. “A party!” she spat. “Over my dead body!” She then
reached for a sheet and pulled it over her daughter, covering the girl’s nakedness.
“Mommy?!” the girl cried.
“That’s okay, baby. Everything’s going to be okay,” Sandra said calmly, but her
voice was shaky now. I watched her as her eyes searched the room for a weapon
but, unfortunately for her, the interior decorator had apparently not allowed for a
hidden gun cache.
I walked toward where the mother stood beside the bed and her prone daughter. I
as moved close, the woman attacked me, swinging and kicking violently. This
was where I was going to find out if this bitch was a black belt or something. I
blocked her blows with little effort and landed a solid punch in her stomach. She
went down like a ton of bricks, writhing on the floor at my feet, the wind gone from
her lungs. So much for my concern regarding her martial arts training. From the
bed, young Megan screamed. This was the first loud utterance she had been able
to make since I had stuck the ball gag in her beautiful mouth maybe a half hour
Sandra lay on the carpeted floor gasping for air. I lay down on top of her. My
hands raced under her oversized sweatshirt and groped her breasts through her
snug sports bra. I remembered how beautiful she had looked that first moment I
had seen her in the mall. How classy and elegant she had been. Here she was
now, on the floor of her bedroom, with my eager hands feeling that beauty, that
classiness, that elegance.
As Sandra struggled to regain her breathing, I nuzzled her neck, drinking in her
scent, her essence. From the bed I could hear Megan sobbing.
The woman squirmed desperately beneath my weight. She got an arm free from
my grasp and swung at my face, but it was a weak attempt that did not land. I
allowed her to struggle, wanting her to wear herself out. Finally I put my entire
weight upon her, effectively pinning her to the carpeted floor; however, the bitch
sank her teeth into my forearm. I cursed in pain, and then slapped her solidly in
the face with the hand of my other arm, causing her jaws to go limp and allowing
me to yank my forearm away from her fucking teeth.
I then elbowed her hard in her stomach, knocking newly regained air out of her
lungs and leaving her a helpless mass of flesh beneath my weight.
“You fucking bitch!” I hissed at her, my mouth close to her ear. “Listen up,
sweetheart. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you and your little girl do you
understand me?” She grimaced in pain beneath me as my hands ravaged her
body beneath her clothes. I fisted her hair and pulled the back of her head toward
her shoulders. This pushed her chin up and left her bare neck exposed to my
other hand. The fingers of my other hand encircled her neck. “Do you hear me,
honey? I would have fucked little Megan already, but I wanted you to have the
honor of watching me do it! Anyway, if you two behave real well, I promise I won’t
hurt either of you too badly. Do you understand?”
From the bed I could her Megan’s sobs. Still gasping and cringing in pain, Sandra
was slowly regaining the ability to speak. As my weight lay upon her, pinning her
to the floor, she gasped, “Okay, okay, look” she gasped. “Do what you want to do
with me, but please, don’t touch my daughter. I beg you.” She said this almost
whispering in my ear, quietly, so her daughter would not hear.
“Yeah?” I said, kissing her eyes, tasting the saltiness of the tears that had formed
“Yes,” she whispered, still gasping for air. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave my
little girl alone. She’s only sixteen for god’s sake!”
“Will you suck my cock?” I whispered back to her.
There was a pause. Breathing deeply, her pulse rushing, her face flushed red, the
woman winced visibly. “Yes! Anything. Just leave her alone. Please. Oh, for the
love of god, please!!”
“Will you spread your legs for me like a whore?”
Sandra’s face contorted in a tight grimace. My hand squeezed her breast hard
through the sports bra. “Yes.” Her voice was a whimper.
“Yes what? Say it,” I whispered to her as my tongue licked her ear, penetrating her
ear as far as it could. “Say ‘I’ll be your whore’”. My hand squeezed her tit hard
through the sports bra.
Her face still in its tight grimace, she repeated after me in a hoarse whisper, “I’ll
be your whore”.
As I continued to pin her to the floor with my body and my left arm, my right hand
f***ed its way underneath the sports bra and took possession of the soft flesh of
her breast. Totally, one hundred percent natural tit. No silicone here. What one
saw—and felt—was what one got.
“But not in front of her,” the woman gasped as my hand roughly massaged her tit
and pinched her nipple. “Take me to another room. Please. I’m begging you for
the love of god. I’ll give you anything you want, but not in front of my little girl!” With
that she began to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks.
My hand left her tit and roamed down her flat stomach, and then worked its way
under the waist band of the lycra leotards. As she squirmed beneath me, my
fingers quickly found her womanhood. I kissed her neck as my index finger deftly
entered her pussy. My knee was planted firmly between her legs, preventing her
from closing them and denying this assault upon her sex.
“Okay,” I whispered, my face pressed against hers. “We’ve got a deal. You be a
good girl and fuck me real good, I don’t touch your daughter. I mean, you fuck me
back like I’m your goddamned boyfriend or something, and your little girl gets to
keep her virginity. Okay?”
Sandra nodded her head in agreement, her body shuddering beneath me. I sent a
second finger into her cunt, and pressed inward with f***e. She cried out in
shock. “Is that a ‘yes’”? I demanded.
“Yes!” Her voice was so weak I could hardly hear her, though her lips were only
inches from my ears.
“I can’t hear you”, I said.
“Yes!” she hissed.
With that, I shoved a third finger into her as far as it and the other two would go.
Sandra’s body jerked, and she yelped in shock.
“Mom!” Megan cried from the bed. “What’s he doing to you!?”
“Nothing, baby!” her mother cried back. Her eyes were wide open in fear as she
stared up toward the ceiling, feeling my fingers exploring the depths of her
“You’re going to be a great piece of ass, baby, do you know that?” Our eyes
locked as my fingers probed her depths. Her wild breathing had calmed
somewhat, but the look of fear and hatred in her eyes were there to stay.
Slowly I removed my fingers from her cunt, then withdrew my hand from beneath
her leotards. She watched me as I licked my fingers. I then stood. My penis was
huge inside my pants. I stepped back, not wanting her to try to land a kick
anywhere close to the jewels.
I looked over to where Megan lay on the bed, her naked body now covered with
the sheet. Her sobbing had subsided. She stared back at me with wide,
frightened eyes. I smiled and winked at her.
I looked back at her mother on the floor, disheveled with her sweatshirt hiked up,
slowing her flat tummy, and her leotards pushed down on her hips. “Get up!” I
commanded. Slowly, Sandra obeyed me. She now stood six feet from me. “Take
off your clothes!”
The woman stared at me in an uncomprehending way. “But…but…” she stuttered.
“Not here,” she said weakly. “Not in front of….” Her voice trailed off.
“Take off your fucking clothes!” I yelled.
“Nooo!” she cried. “Not here!”
I walked over to the foot of the bed and yanked the sheet off Megan’s naked body.
Both the girl and her mother gasped. “Take your clothes off, bitch, or little Megan
here pays the price!”
Sandra’s jaw dropped as she stared at me in disbelief. She acted as if she were
frozen. I took another step until I was standing beside her daughter’s head. I
grabbed a handful of the girl’s long, blonde hair and lifted her head off the
“No!” her mother screamed. I stared at her, still holding her daughter’s head by the
hair. The girl’s body writhed on the bed, her knees tightly together, her ankles
bound with handcuffs. With eyes tightly shut, the girl seemed to be testing the
shackles that were binding her wrists to the horizontal bar at the head of the bed,
only to confirm that she was, indeed, being firmly held in place.
Then, more softly, the girl’s mother again said “No. Leave her alone”, and with that
her hands went to her sweatshirt. I continued to hold the girl’s head by her hair as
her mother slowly pulled the sweatshirt up and over her head. Holding the
sweatshirt in her hand, her sports bra slightly askew but still containing her
breasts, Sandra stared defiant daggers at me. I saw for the first time that a trickle
of bl**d ran from the corner of her mouth where I had slapped her. She let the
sweatshirt drop to the floor at her feet. “Get away from her!” she hissed.
I let the girl’s head drop to the mattress and stepped away. I then nodded to the
woman to continue. Slowly, Sandra leaned down and took her cross training
shoes off, together with the ankle height white socks on her feet. Standing straight
again, her face was flushed from having bent over. I was fascinated by her beauty.
“You’re gorgeous when you’re mad,” I said, but Sandra only stared at me as if I
were some sort of despicable scum. Imagine that!
I looked to see if Megan was watching, but her head was turned away and her
eyes had shut. Looking back at her mother, I didn’t have to tell her to continue this
time. Slowly, with telltale tears now trickling down her cheeks, she pushed her
leotard downward over her hips and let it drop to the floor, and then stepped out of
Sandra now stood before me clad only in her sports bra and panties. They were
black and contrasted nicely with her smooth skin. She stood defiantly before me.
Her shoulders were squared back like an army officer’s, but were caressed by the
type of dark blonde hair that few army officers possess. The same hair cascaded
around her tear and bl**d stained face, framing it beautifully. Her erect bearing
was the very essence of dignity amid what was for her an unspeakable crisis. She
“Turn around,” I told her. Slowly, knowing she had no choice, she did as I
commanded. From the rear she looked equally stunning. My eyes travelled from
her feet up the back of her legs, pausing where her panties hugged the buns of
her well toned ass. I could tell this woman worked out a lot. My eyes continued up
her back. Her hair looked very sexy from the rear.
“Lose the bra!” I told her. The woman hesitated only a moment. Tentatively, as she
stood with her back to me, she reached behind her back and my eyes watched in
fascination as her fingers undid the clasp that held her bra straps together. Slowly
she let the black undergarment fall to the floor, leaving her long, graceful back
naked before my eyes.
Then it seemed that she was waiting for further instructions. “Go on! What the fuck
are you waiting for!” With no hesitation now, she quickly pushed her panties off
her hips and slid them down her lovely legs.
Sandra now stood naked before me, her back to me. I turned my head to see if
her daughter was watching. She was not. Her head lay facing away from us. “Hey,
Megan,” I said, “You should hope you look this good when you’re your mom’s
“Don’t you even talk to her you fucking pervert!” the mother hissed vehemently as
she faced away from me. Chuckling, I turned my attention back to her.
“Put your hands behind you head!” My voice was firm, menacing. She obeyed me.
“Now… keep your hands where there are…and turn around…slowly.”
A long hesitation followed. “I said ‘slowly’, I didn’t mean like a fucking snail!” I
With great reluctance showing in her body language—her naked body language--
the woman did as I commanded, turning on her heels, steadily keeping her
balance with her hands behind her head, until she faced me. She glanced quickly
in her daughter’s direction—undoubtedly to see if the girl was seeing her mother
in this moment of total humiliation and indignity. I followed her glance and saw that
Megan’s head was still turned away from us. She was sobbing softly.
“You should look at your mother, Megan,” I said. “You should hope you’re this hot
and beautiful in twenty years.” I turned back to Sandra, who stood naked before
me with her hands behind her head. “Put your feet wide apart!” My voice was
shaking with lust.
Sandra glared daggers of hatred at me. “You…fucking…bastard!” Her words
came in staccato bites through clenched teeth. “You fucking miserable piece of
shit!” She spit the words so hard that spittle now trickled down her chin, joining
tears that were now rolling down her cheeks freely.
“Some of what you say is true,” I replied. “I might be a piece of shit, and I definitely
will be fucking very soon. But I’m not a bastard. My father actually married my
mother. And I’m definitely not miserable. I’m enjoying myself immensely”.
The woman did not seem to find my wit amusing. “Spread your feet apart like I
said, or Megan here is going to get my fist up her vagina.”
With no other choice, the woman slowly obeyed my command, moving her left foot
well away from her right one. Her eyes went off into space over my shoulder.
Tears streaming down her face gave lie to a certain defiant bearing that she was
trying desperately to maintain as she stood helpless in the presence of an
attacker who held all the cards.
My eyes devoured her as she stood there before me in full frontal nudity, hands
behind her head, legs spread. This woman was definitely still in her prime. Her
breasts, nicely lifted by the way her arms were positioned, were exquisite. I knew
from groping them earlier that they were real. Her tummy had the firmness and
flatness of an athlete. A small tuft of blonde pubic hair was like a halo at the
juncture between her spread legs. My mind raced back to that afternoon four days
prior when I first spotted her and her daughter in the shopping mall where they
both stood out from the throng of other shoppers with their beauty and grace. And
now I had both of these exquisite females naked and under my control! The bl**d
rushing to my penis left me somewhat weak in the knees as I began to unbutton
The woman watched me like a caged a****l as I began to take off my own
clothes. With her hands still behind her head and her feet still spread wide apart
as she stood maybe eight feet in front of me, I saw her glance desperately around
the bedroom, searching for something. Anything. But there was nothing that could
save her. After removing my shirt I lowered my pants and underwear together,
allowing my massive penis to gain its freedom and stand erect in all its unfurled
glory. The woman took a furtive glance at my manhood, but then her eyes shot
back up quickly to meet mine. There was an intoxicating look of fear and hatred in
It was when I was stepping out of my pants that she sprang. With three quick
steps she was at the bedside table from which she grabbed a tall, sturdy reading
lamp. Half out of my pants, I stumbled before I could get to her. Yanking the lamp
from the table, pulling its cord from the wall socket as she did so, she stepped
toward me, swinging the lamp at my head violently. I ducked and the vicious blow
missed my head by inches. The bitch would have killed me had that blow landed.
At the very least I would have been knocked senseless and wouldn’t have
awakened until a SWAT team was dragging my ass off to fifty years in the state
pen and the receiving end of butt ****.
The momentum of her forehand miss left Sandra off balance a split second, just
enough time for me to tackle the bitch as she was getting ready to let me have it
with a backhand swing. She and I and the lamp went crashing into the wall, over
tuning the small bedside table. We rolled to the floor. She scratched the shit out of
my shoulder before I was able to subdue her with my strength, and for the second
time pin her to the floor, my naked body pressing against her now naked body.
From the bed, Megan cried.
I slapped Sandra’s face viciously and her body went limp under mine. “Okay,
sweetheart,” I panted as I held her wrists to the floor. “Just for that, I’m going to
fuck the living shit out of your little girl. She’s going to be a quivering, crying mass
of shit when I’m done with her!”
“No!” she cried beneath my crushing weight. “No, no, please, I´m sorry!” She was
sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath. “I’m so sorry!”
“We had a deal, bitch. It was either going to be you or the girl, and now it’s going
to be the girl!”
“NO!” she shrieked. Slowly she regained some composure but was still unable to
mouth more than monosyllables. “Please…take me…I’ll do…I’ll do whatever….I’m
My hands ravished her naked body as she now lay docilely beneath me. “You’re
‘sorry’, huh?” I sneered. “Show me, bitch! Show me how sorry you are.”
Her crying subsided as I guess a wave of acceptance flowed over her. With a
numb expression on her face, she began to rub her thigh against my swollen
penis. She looked me squarely in the eyes as she did this, her own eyes swollen
from crying, her cheek glowing red from my hard slaps. I lowered my mouth to
hers. She did not avoid my kiss. She didn’t exactly kiss me back, but she didn’t
press her lips totally together, either. My lips caressed hers as she continued to
rub my penis with her thigh.
“If you bite my tongue,” I whispered into her ear, “I will perform a double
mastectomy on your daughter, do you fucking understand me? I have the knife in
The woman nodded quickly in agreement as she continued to rub my throbbing
cock with her thighs, and press it between her knees. Our eyes again locked for a
moment, and then I lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips were parted for breathing
purposes, and my tongue shot easily into her mouth and went exploring as I held
her two wrists with one hand and used my other hand to massage her tits.
As I French kissed her, Sandra wiggled her wrists as an indication for me to
release my grip there, and when I did, her hand trailed down my body until her
fingers found my penis and encircled it.
I drew my face back and looked at her. The expression on my face informed her
in no uncertain terms not to try any funny stuff with the f****y jewels. She merely
stared back up at me as I hovered over her prone body, a blank, non-committable
look on her face. The tears from her red, swollen eyes had diminished to a trickle.
She began to masturbate me. Our eyes remained locked. “Just leave my
daughter alone,” she said softly, her voice cracking. “Please. I’m begging you.”
The room became so quiet that the girl on the bed called out in a frightened voice:
“Mother? W-w-what’s happening?! Are you okay?”
“Everything’s okay, baby,” Sandra said, not taking her eyes off mine as she slowly
masturbated me. “Everything’s going to be okay.” With one of her hands
continuing to stoke my cock, her other hand cupped my balls. As she did this, my
own hands went around her neck and my eyes riveted on hers. She did not
misinterpret the meaning of the fingers around her neck. One false move with the
valuable cargo that she now held in her hands and she would be one very sorry
woman indeed. She understood the situation quite well. With one hand she
squeezed my balls only ever so slightly, while her other hand continued to
masturbate my pulsating penis. “Everything is going to be okay,” she whispered
to me as she worked. “Isn’t it.” This was not a question.
“That’s up to you, sweetheart” I said softly. “So far you’re doing a vey good job.
You want to keep me happy. A blow job right now would keep me happy.”
Sandra looked at me devoid of any expression. Our eyes remained locked until
she began to scoot her body downward. I took my weight off her to allow her to
slide her naked body downward beneath mine. Her tongue licked a trail down my
chest as I rolled onto my back on the carpet and spread my legs for her. She was
holding my balls in one hand and my swollen cock in the other as her mouth
neared my manhood. Her lips parted and she took my penis into her soft, warm,
“Remember the knife in my bag, Sandra. You want your daughter to keep her tits,
don’t do anything foolish.”
My hands fisted her hair as she proceeded to suck my cock in what actually
became a very fine blow job. She was a woman on a mission—the mission of
saving her teenage daughter from being ****d. I did not, however, allow myself
the luxury of getting totally lost in the pleasure of what she was doing to me,
because I obviously did not fully trust her. My forearm still smarted from her
ferocious bite, and my shoulders bore ugly scratch marks from her nails. She
might have tried ripping my cock off with her teeth at any moment, and I was
prepared to smash her in the head if I felt the slightest aggressiveness with those
Instead, she was really being a good girl, taking my swollen dick in and out of her
mouth in rhythmic motions that were stunningly erotic. I ran my fingers through her
hair as her head bobbed up and down. These motions, combined with the
knowledge that my cock was in the mouth of a woman believing that what she was
doing was saving her daughter from ****, was a turn-on beyond all proportions.
The daughter, meanwhile, tied to the bed and not able to see us but obviously
hearing some slurping sounds coming from the floor beside the bed, would from
time to time cry out to her mother, “Mom, are you okay? What’s he doing!?” To
which each time her mother would reply, taking my cock out of her mouth just long
enough to talk soothingly to her daughter. “Everything’s okay, baby. Don’t worry.
I’m fine.” After each reassurance, the mother would open her warm, wet mouth
and once again envelop the penis of her daughter’s would-be r****t, trying
desperately to distract him from any notions he might entertain regarding her
precious little girl.
After enjoying her blow job for awhile longer, I at last rolled Sandra onto her back
and began fucking her mouth in downward motions. “Keep your teeth out of the
way!” I hissed as my cock rammed the roof of her mouth and on several inward
strokes reached half way down her throat. The girl on the bed now heard her
mother gurgling and gagging loudly. “Mommy?” she cried. But now her mommy
couldn’t respond because mommy was no longer in control of her mouth and that
which invaded it. “Mommmmy!” The combination of hearing the teenager’s cries
and feeling the warmth and wetness of her mother’s mouth surrounding my cock
was bringing me to the point of orgasm. I thought briefly about ramming my cock
deep down Sandra’s throat and exploding my cum halfway down her esophagus,
but instead I suddenly withdrew completely. This woman’s body had other orifices
that deserved my attention.
Gagging and gasping, Sandra took huge gulps of air once I pulled my penis from
her mouth. Her breasts rose and fell, flattening against my chest on each
inhalation. Her nose was running from so much crying that she really needed to
have her mouth open to breath, and she definitely was concentrating more on
getting air into her lungs than she was on the fact that I was now spreading her
thighs apart and positioning the head of my swollen cock at the gate of her
womanhood. When she felt the tip of my penis nose its way into the folds of her
vagina, Sandra came back to life. “Please,” she cried weakly as she looked down
her body to her widely spread legs and to my engorged penis. “Can you at least
use a condom?”
I laughed out loud at that. “Sorry, Sandra. Damn if I didn’t remember to pack
A look of abject hatred flashed from Sandra’s eyes as she realized I was ready to
slide my manhood into the folds of her fear-shrunken vagina and there was
nothing she could do about it. Thankfully for her there was the abundant lubricant
of her saliva on the thing. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt the tip of my cock push
aside the outer lips of her femaleness. I paused for a couple seconds to relish the
moment—that I was about to fuck that hot woman I spotted in the shopping mall
just a few days ago—and then plunged fully into her. She gasped as I did so, and
then, when I paused again, now with my cock buried deep within her, she began
¨What’s the matter, bitch?” I spoke into her ear, my voice cracking with lust as I felt
the walls of her vagina clinging to my manhood. “Aren’t you on birth control?”
She did not respond. She merely wept softly. I took her chin between my fingers
and pointed her face toward mine that hovered over her. “Answer me, bitch. Are
you on birth control?”
“No!” she cried.
“Haven’t been getting laid much lately, huh,” I said, and with that began to fuck her
hard. My cock pumped her, possessing every inch of her womanhood. She was
mine! The elegant, sophisticated Sandra McFarland was being my bitch!
Her pussy was tight, contracted as it was with the fear that any woman feels when
she is being ****d. I felt this tightness gripping my cock. It made for a fantastic
sensation that validated my suspicion that **** would be a lot more fun than sex
with a willing partner!
I proceeded to fuck her slowly for I don’t know how long, pressing her body
against the firm carpeted floor, riding that delicate balance between the edge of
coming and holding back. Gradually, the f***e with which I fucked her increased.
Before long I was giving her solid thrusts that rocked her body, causing her to emit
soft grunts, similar to those noises that female tennis players make when hitting
the ball. Occasionally her daughter would call out for her, but the woman could
barely breathe beneath my onslaught, let alone continue to offer the reassuring
words to the girl that she had been voicing since I had first dragged her to the
I put my face close to hers as my cock went in and out of her. “Come on, Sandra,”
I said softly into her ear. “Fuck me back, honey. Let me feel you fucking me back.”
Her eyes remained tightly shut. “Stop calling me by my name,” she protested
“OK, you fucking slut whore. Fuck me!”
Slowly, with palpable reluctance, she did begin to grind her body against mine, to
meet my thrusts with upward parries of her own, increasing the depth of
penetration of each inward plunge into her vagina. “Good girl,” I whispered into
her ear. “That’s a good girl, sweetheart. Yeah….fuck me back…just like this.”
I became gradually aware of something. I could feel that, against her mental will,
physically her body—precisely, that particular part of her body that lay between
her legs and was being pounded by a male’s penis—was, in fact, responding to
the sexual stimulation. I could feel—and could hear from the suction sounds that
now emanated from our mutual genitals, that her pussy was self-lubricating.
Certainly her saliva that had initially lubricated my cock had dissipated. This new
wetness that I felt had to be pussy juice! The bitch was hating this but was
stimulated by it at the same time. Fabulous!
Her eyes remained shut as we fucked. My hands were pinning her wrists to the
floor on either side of her neck. “Tell me, sweetheart,” I said as I nibbled at her
neck, smelling her essence. “You must be a horny little bitch, aren’t you? Divorced
and all. When was the last time you got laid?” I waited for an answer as our
bodies moved together in a horizontal love dance, but Sandra remained silent
beneath me as she moved her hips in rhythm against mine. “I mean it, baby. Tell
me when the last time was you had a fucking cock!?”.
“Fuck you,” she murmured. Her voice reeked of weary defeat.
I lifted my torso off hers. “I mean it, bitch. Tell me when the last time was that you
got laid!” My cock went in and out of her as I said this. More tellingly, my hands
encircled her neck once again.
Without opening her eyes, she said, “I haven’t….not since…I kicked my husband
out…out of the house….” She said this while continuing to meet my thrusts with
slow, twisting movements of her own pelvis.
”How long ago was that?”
Eyes closed, she responded: “Six months ago.”
“Why did you kick him out?”
“None of your fucking business!”
“Megan’s none of my business, either, right?”
She shuddered beneath me. “He was cheating on me, okay?”
“Cheating on you with who?”
“What does it fucking matter?!” The flow of her tears began anew as she sobbed
Screw it. I began pumping her harder, turned on by this classy woman who,
outmatched as she was physically, was therefore, as a protective mother,
sacrificing her own body, using the only weapon at her disposal, her own sexual
favors, in a desperate bid to sexually satiate a r****t and thereby keep him, she
probably thought, from having the stamina to later assault her virgin teenage
daughter. The thought of this was a huge turn on for me, and I felt my penis strong
and large inside this heroic woman’s body.
I f***ed my arms between her spread thighs and, with my shoulders, pushed them
upward until her legs were raised high into the air. If Megan was looking in our
direction, her mother’s calves and wide spread feet, now dangling in the air,
would have undoubtedly been visible to her.
Visions of Sandra flooded my memory as I fucked her: the vision of her waiting
patiently for her daughter at the shopping mall. Of her high fiving other mothers at
the volleyball match. Of her sashaying past me on her way to work in her office
building. Of her sucking my cock only minutes before. Beneath me now on the
floor, she shed the tears of a ravished, taken woman. I knew that had it not been
for my ability to blackmail this woman with the threat of r****g her daughter, she
would have fought me to the very end, and our encounter could have turned into a
much uglier one for her.
After awhile I put my weight on my elbows and knees, taking my weight off her.
Her legs fell, and her heels planted on the small of my back. I stopped moving,
letting her now do the work. Beneath me, my victim continued to slowly bump and
grind. I stared down at her in fascination, feeling my cock go in and out of her
pussy as she moved beneath me. What she lacked in true passion she made up
for with the fierce determination of protecting her little girl. It was a heart rendering
performance—for anyone who had a heart. For me, it was a cock hardening
It was also a testicle draining performance. I could feel that I was on the verge of
orgasm. It seemed that Sandra could sense it. She increased the vigor of the
bumps and grinds of her pubic region against mine, wanting to make me come,
wanting me to finish—finish so that I would achieve what I came for and get the
hell out of her house!
For that reason, at that moment I abruptly pulled out of her. I got up, kneeling
between her spread legs that had now fallen limply to the floor. The woman’s eyes
flickered open questioningly. She saw as I reached for my bag of tricks, from
which I pulled another set of handcuffs, and before she could react, I slapped the
cuffs on her wrists in front of her body. “What are you doing?” she shrieked.
I stood, and then fell back in a sitting position on the bed, my knees too weak to
stand. On the bed, Megan was starring at me in horror. Her eyes took in my
shinny, rock-hard cock that swung in the air. She gasped, speechless.
“Get the fuck out of here now!” It was Sandra crying from the floor. I reached down
and grabbed her by the handcuffs that held her wrists together in front of her
naked body. I used these to yank her off of the floor. She protested as I flung her
roughly onto the bed, where she landed next to the prone and outstretched body
of her naked daughter.
“You fucking bastard!” Sandra screamed as I pulled her arms upward and
refastened the handcuffs so that her wrists were now bound to the horizontal bed
head rail in the exact manner of her daughter. She kicked violently with her free
legs. I had to watch out for them. “You miserable fucking bastard!” she screamed.
I ignored her. I was taking in a marvelous sight. Mother and daughter, both
gorgeous, naked and terrified, both lying on their backs side by side, their arms
outstretched over their heads, their wrists shackled to the horizontal bar of the bed
head. They were monumentally beautiful.
“I want Megan to witness the rest of this,” I said, my voice husky with lust. “I want
her to watch her mommy getting fucked!”
I was ready to mount the mother again, but now, obviously, our deal was off. She
was a smart woman and I think that she at that moment realized in despair that
there never really was a deal, that I had just been stringing her along. Imagine that!
If you can’t trust your r****t, whom can you trust?
In any event, this meant that she was no longer going to willingly allow me to
mount her. She kicked out at me with her legs in a fashion that would put a mule to
shame. She was trying desperately to land a kicking blow to my testicles. I had no
choice but to bring a solid punch downward into her belly, followed by a stunning
slap to the face. Beside us, daughter Megan screamed in terror.
The girl’s mother was no longer in a condition to offer resistance. She was too
concerned with efforts to draw breath back into her lungs. It was easy for me to
crawl in between her now limp legs. I even took the time to shove a pillow under
her ass, lifting the angle of her pussy upward to better receive me.
I was through with all the preliminaries. They had been a load of fun, but my lust
level now required sating. I hovered over the still stricken woman—she was still
gasping for breath—and ran my arms underneath her thighs, forcing them wide
apart. I looked down and, without using my hands, visually guided the tip of my
engorged penis to the lips of her pussy. She was unable to deny me. Slowly, my
cock slid into her still wet canal. I went all the way into her in one motion. When I
felt I was to the hilt, I pushed inward even harder. I was so deep that I was
surprised the tip of it didn’t come out her wide open mouth—wide open in its
frantic bid for oxygen.
I looked over and was pleased to see that Megan was watching. She appeared to
be in shock, a condition that may have made it impossible for her to look away,
despite how badly she may have wanted to.
I turned my attention back to her mother, whom I began to fuck very hard. The bed
springs resounded. Very quickly I felt my ejaculation coming, and when it did, I
buried my cock as deeply into my victim as anatomically possible. I ceased my
movements and so that I could better feel the full effect of the spasms that sent my
hot sperm squirting into the depths of her womanhood. She had mostly recovered
from the effects of my blows by now, and her head swung violently back and forth
on the mattress in futile defiance, her face a tight grimace of frustration and
humiliation at the fact that her **** had been fully consummated.
I kept myself inside her for the longest while, basking in the glow of my conquest,
feeling the sweat of both our bodies, feeling the rage that—despite her present
state of tired surrender—coursed palpably through her veins. At last I rolled off
her, my now semi-flaccid penis sliding form her wet cunt. My body came to rest,
facing upward, lying between the two beautiful, naked women.
I lay for a long while simply savoring the situation. The room was quiet. My two
companions lay beside me, all three of us on our backs, all of us motionless.
Sandra and I were both physically spent, while Megan undoubtedly was
emotionally exhausted. Neither of the women was straining anymore against the
shackles that bound their wrists to the cross bar of the bed head. They obviously
realized the futility of it, and it certainly caused them pain if they persisted. The
only noises the two made were sniffles, as both their noses were clogged with
snot from so much crying. It seemed that both were too tired, too scared, too
defeated, too humiliated to voice anything at this point.
My penis was now a shriveled relic of its former self, having been thoroughly
satiated and satisfied with its masterful performance on Sandra McFarland. I
stared at the ceiling, a big, fat grin of contentment on my face. I still had business
with Megan which would require a once again fully operational cock, but there
was no rush. I had plenty of time for the big guy to rest and restore himself.
After awhile I idly let an arm fall on each of the women who lay on either side of
me. Both their bodies tensed when I did so. I chuckled. Lazily, my hands began
playing over their respective naked bodies.
“Please leave us alone now.” Sandra’s voice was weak, almost inaudible.
“Please,” she continued. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. For the love of god, I’m
begging you. Please. Please go away…”
My response to her entreaty was to run my right hand gently down her trim belly,
beneath her navel, my fingers playing softly against her smooth skin. When I
reached her recently fucked pussy, my fingers caressed her clitoris. She offered
no resistance in the way of closing her thighs, undoubtedly thinking what the hell
did it matter by now!
Meanwhile, my left hand traveled down the lovely body of daughter Megan. The
teen tensed up, but just like her mother, made no attempt to roll away or otherwise
avoid my touch. What would have been the use of that? While the fingers of my
right hand played with the pussy of her mother, the fingers of my left hand now
found Megan’s genitals and began to gently rub her in this most intimate region.
I lazily finger fucked mother and daughter for several minutes. Megan remained
fairly docile by my left side as I did this, but Sandra, on my right, began squirming
and kicking in frustrated anger. She began cursing me. She was finding renewed
strength, apparently. After several minutes of listening to her bitching, I had had
enough. I got up and searched for the ball gag that had been in Megan’s mouth
when her mom first came into the room. I found it discarded on the floor by
Megan’s side of the bed. I retrieved it, and then walked around the bed to
Sandra’s side, once again in awe at the sight of the two beautiful, naked females
shackled there side by side.
Sandra eyed me with a hate filled look as I approached her with the ball gag.
Mindful of her unbound feet, I cautiously came around close to the head of the bed
where the angle was such that she could not kick at me. I grabbed her head to
apply the gag. She attempted to resist, but unfortunately for her was powerless to
do so. All I had to do was pinch her nostrils shut and then shove the thing into her
open mouth, which was her only means of breathing.
I wasn’t through with her. I had had enough of her kicking legs. Taking a four foot
length of rope from my bag, I grabbed one of the woman’s knees and tied an end
of the rope around it, then tied the other end of the rope to the other knee.
Struggling against her resistance, I then hooked the rope over the woman’s head.
This caused her legs to bend at the knees, leaving her knees close to her tits and
her feet dangling in the air. She looked like a turkey trussed and ready for the
I then assumed a sitting position on the bed between the two naked females, both
with their arms outstretched above their heads, wrists bound to the head board,
the older one with her legs trussed upward, immobile, her knees resting beside
her tits, the ball gag firmly in her mouth; the younger one with her legs straight, her
ankles bound by cuffs.
I felt like a c***d who had broken into a candy store and sat proudly among pounds
of chocolate that he had s**ttered on the floor, and spent the next half hour
playing with their bodies. My hands roamed simultaneously over their respective
bodies, from their foreheads to their feet as they squirmed uncomfortably at my
touch. I spent a lot of time with their tits, fondling and massaging them and
marveling at how similar they felt. Megan’s, certainly, were younger and slightly
firmer, but if I had been conducting a blind test, it would have really been difficult to
tell which pair of breasts were who’s.
It is amazing how a woman has no control over the way her nipples react when her
breasts are properly massaged. While she is being ****d, a woman’s cunt may
contract in fear, but the nipples have a mind of their own. Megan and her mom
were proving to be no exception. As I massaged and pinched their respective
nipples, both grew in size and hardness. At one point I laid between them and my
hungry mouth went back and forth, sucking hard on their tits likes a starving baby,
only pulling on their taunt nipples much more than a toothless baby would have. I
did not stop until I heard sharp cries of pain from both of them. My mouth then left
their nipples and took a circular trip, sucking deeply on the soft flesh of their
respective breasts, leaving a circle of bright red hickies around both women’s
As I sucked their tits, the fingers of one hand went into Sandra’s cunt, entering her
from below her raised thighs and feeling the wetness there from her having been
recently fucked, while the fingers of my other hand went into Megan’s still-virgin
teenage cunt. I proceeded to finger fuck both mother and daughter
simultaneously. Good old fingers! My cock was temporarily out of commission,
but one could count on fingers to never get soft.
I talked to them as I finger fucked them and sucked their tits, but they ignored me.
They both lay there, quiet and docile now, as my hands, fingers and mouth
ravished them both. They had apparently both reached a stage of utter fatigue.
Even Sandra had become quiet and subdued behind the ball gag in her mouth.
She had obviously been destroyed by the realization that her strategy had
backfired, that, in my treachery, I was indeed going to **** her daughter. This
amused me greatly.
Not too much further time passed before I felt life once again stirring in my
manhood. bl**d was returning to the flaccid phallus. The time had come. I was
almost ready for Megan.
I had gotten off the bed and stood by the young girl’s side, looking down at where
she lay. With frightened eyes she looked back up at me. I ran my finders through
her long blonde hair, while beside her on the bed her mother went berserk,
fighting against her bonds, mouthing inaudible protests behind the ball gag.
Ignoring the mother, I watched the teen carefully as she squirmed at the touch of
my fingers in her hair. I liked the way she did that. My penis was still not quite hard
enough to fuck her, but it was getting there. The site of her naked body squirming
under the touch of my hands and the stare of my lustful eyes would make certain
I took two keys from my bag of tricks and unlocked both sets of the girl’s
handcuffs, those that held her wrists to the bed board and the others that bound
her ankles. Though she was freed from the shackles, the girl found that her arms
and legs were so numb that she could barely move them. I knew that I no longer
needed to have her bound, which was a good thing because I wanted to be able
to move her limbs around freely into any positions that pleased me. The girl was
broken, completely demoralized, and would offer no further resistance. She was
now was putty in my hands.
I pulled her away from the position that she had been occupying for the past
couple of hours and rolled her over onto her stomach like a rag doll. My hands
enjoyed the feel of her bare skin once again as I now manhandled her body into a
position between her mother’s raised and spread legs. Sandra glared wide eyed
at me as I did this, her two eyes and the ball gag in her mouth making a
symmetrical triangle of round shapes staring at me. I threw the girl down so that
her face fell upon her mother’s bare tummy. The woman gave a sound that one
makes when punched in the stomach, but the sound was muffled by her gag. I
then pulled he girl downward so that her face slid directly onto mommy’s wet
pussy. I pressed the girl’s face into the place from which she was born: her own
mother’s vagina. I could see a trickle of my semen oozing out of it. “Come on,
baby!” I hissed. “Suck my cum from your mommy! You don’t want a baby b*****r,
do you? Come on, suck your b*****r out of your mommy’s pussy while there’s
“No!” the girl gasped.
I squeezed her neck. “Let me see your tongue, sweetie!” She was grimacing and
sobbing at the same time, but would not obey me. The mother, meanwhile, was
jerking her arms against her bindings as she now felt her daughter’s face in her
pussy. She stared at me in shock with eyes that could not have been wider if she
were looking at the devil himself.
I was patient with the girl. “Lick her cunt, honey, or I will hurt you!” My voice was
calm but the tightening of my grip around her neck left no doubt about my
determination. Slowly, while her lithe body shook from sobbing, the teenager’s
pink little tongue made tentative darts out between her lips. “Not good enough!” I
shook her. Crying loudly now, her tongue again protruded from between her
lips…and stayed. Holding the girl by her head I rubbed her face up and down her
mother’s recently fucked cunt, watching carefully to see that her tongue was
thoroughly tasting it.
I pulled Megan’s head back by the hair to look at her face, and was pleased to
see fresh cum on it, adding to the remnants of the dried cum from our earlier
activity when we were home alone, before mother arrived. I then pushed the girl’s
face back against her mother’s cunt. “Stick your tongue IN!” I hissed. “As far as
you can, you little bitch!” Reluctantly, with no other options, the girl obeyed my
command, and I was rewarded with the sight of her tongue disappearing inside
her mother’s wet vagina. “Good girl,” I said soothingly. “Very good girl. I’m going
to turn the two of you into i****t lesbians!”
Watching this scene brought my cock back up to a fully erect state in a very short
while. And I now became somewhat impatient. It had now been over four hours
that I had control of this naked, sixteen year old hottie---and she was still a virgin!
Time to make a woman out of this girl!
I reached beneath the teen and lifted her firm, curvaceous ass into the air. Her
weight was now on her knees, which were planted on the mattress, and on her
face, which remained buried in her mother’s cunt. Her arms lay by her side, still
mostly numb. The girl’s mother, horrified now beyond belief, starred wildly at me
over her daughter’s head and between her own raised, spread legs. She shook
her head madly from side to side as she helplessly watched me position myself
behind her daughter’s bare, raised ass. She saw me kick the girl’s thighs apart.
She yelled unintelligibly into the ball gag.
I stared into Sandra’s eyes as I leaned in and began to lick her daughter’s ass.
“You know, mom,” I said as I licked ass, “your daughter’s been a very bad girl. I
caught her masturbating this afternoon.” Megan continued to sob into her
mother’s vagina. “I also overheard her tell her friend that she wanted to fuck
Coach Brady. I’m serious. And she doesn’t care that Coach Brady is a married
man, or that he could get fired and arrested if anyone found out. I think Megan
deserves to be punished for being such a bad girl! Don’t you agree, mom?”
With that I raised my face away from the lovely girl’s beautiful, bare ass, soaking
wet from my saliva, and hauled back and delivered a bruising spank to where my
mouth and tongue had just been. She jumped and squealed in pain. Her mother’s
arms yanked ineffectively against their bonds. In quick succession I gave the girl
three more vicious spanks that added to the muffled wails that she emitted into
mommy’s cunt. Her firm, young ass was already a bright crimson in color as it
shook in harmony with the rest of her trembling body. I then leaned into her once
again and began to again lick the asshole that lay between her nicely rounded
and now nicely red butt. I didn’t have to look at my cock. I could tell. I could feel it. It
was once again at 100%, stud category hard.
The girl’s resistance to me was non-existent as I lifted one of her knees and
f***ed it further apart from the other knee, spreading her to-die-for thighs to the
distance I wanted.
For good measure, I spanked the girl’s ass again viciously. Her body jerked and
she cried in pain.
Her bound and gagged mother shook her head in despair as she watched me
apply K-Y jelly, which I had taken from my bag, to my stiff cock, a cock that was
visible to the mother as it rose above and behind the raised and naked ass of her
beautiful teenage daughter. The woman screamed against her gag as she
watched me position the rock hard member against that upturned ass. She
thrashed against her handcuffs, her eyes those of a wild b**st, but she was
helpless to do anything other than watch in horror as the first inch of my penis
penetrated her daughter’s tight, virgin pussy.
I watched in fascination the way the lips of Megan’s sixteen year old pussy parted
as my penis entered her. Slowly, another inch of my manhood slid into her tight
hole. The girl groaned and cried into her mother’s vagina. At that point, however, I
felt my progress blocked. I paused, realizing that I must have reached an intact
hymen after all! “Relax, sweetie,” I said softly. I ran my hands back and forth over
the swell of her curvaceous hips and ass. “Relax, honey, okay? This isn’t going to
hurt. You’re a big girl, you can take it, okay?”
The girl raised her face from between her mother’s legs and sobbed quietly as I
held her fine ass in the air, my cock two inches into her. The trembling of her body
provided a sensational, massaging feeling for those lucky two inches. In fact, it
made me so dizzy with lust that I felt light headed. I remembered seeing this lovely
young thing as she pranced on the volleyball court—a most unattainable of
hotties—and now her she was, in my clutches, her naked ass raised in the air and
poised for me to possess her. Life was never so good!
Shaking my head to clear it, I perceived that the girl might, in fact, have relaxed
slightly, possibly because a minute or so had passed since I had gained those
two inches. I grasped the young thing firmly by the widest part of her curvaceous
hips, took a deep breath, and gave her a murderous thrust forward. The virgin
girl’s hymen split, and she screamed in pain as my penis plunged into her to the
With the pain and surprise of her penetration, the girl had raised her body half way
up. I pushed her forward so that she fell face first fully onto her mother’s body,
embracing her, daughter’s tits flattening against mother’s tits. I followed her, laying
myself onto her back, my cock buried into her from the rear, sandwiching her
between her mother and myself.
Sandra groaned into her gag as she felt the combined weight of both the girl’s
body and my own suddenly pressing upon her abdomen. I began fucking her
daughter as she lay face-to-face on top of her mother, using deliberate, firm in-
and-out strokes. The sixteen-year-old’s arms flayed outward sideways on the
mattress as I did this. I took her arms, which were like those of a rag doll, and
positioned them along the arms of her mother that were extended over the
woman’s head to where her wrists where fastened to the bed’s head board. After
several deep strokes, in which I enjoyed the tightness of the young girl’s cunt as it
clung to my manhood, I pulled nearly all the way out. I paused and looked down at
my cock, with only the head still stuck within the girl’s vagina. There was a distinct
amount of dull red bl**d coating it. I looked up quickly at Sandra. Through her
spread knees, and above her daughter’s bare ass, the woman could easily see
her daughter’s virgin bl**d stuck to her r****t’s rock-hard penis. A lot of women
throughout history have had the severe misfortune of being made to watch
helplessly as their sweet, young daughters were ****d before their eyes.
Certainly, though, very few were made to do so while the daughter’s naked body
was being pressed down upon her own.
As I was concentrating on having rear entry sex with the girl, I couldn’t help but
notice that her mother, beneath us, was having difficulty breathing. In her hysteria,
the woman required all the air that she could get, and the combination of snot in
her nose, gag in her mouth, and weight upon her torso was making this nearly
impossible. I therefore took most of my weight off them, supporting myself with my
elbows and knees beside their bodies while continuing to fuck the girl. I didn’t
need the bitch dying on me.
Having seen her daughter’s bl**d on my cock, however, seemed to put the
mother over the top. She began to vomit. Luckily, the gag held most of her vomit
inside, but it was quickly apparent, as the woman choked, that this was
complicating the situation. Roughly, I pulled the girl’s body off the woman and held
her up vertically, both of us on our knees, careful that my cock remained planted
within her. Holding the girl tightly, as a convict would hold a hostage, I watched the
mother carefully until her choking subsided and I could see she wasn’t going to
buy the farm. Breathing remained difficult for her, what with her nostrils filled with
snot and vomit, and with the ball gag in her mouth; however, with a chest that
heaved mightily, and with our combined weights now off her, it appeared she was
getting enough breath to live.
I was therefore able to return my focus to the teenage volleyball player, who I
began to gently fuck from the rear as we remained kneeled between her mother’s
raised legs. With our weight on our knees, I firmly held the girl upright with my
arms reaching around her lithe body, my hands grasping her and controlling her
by her breasts. Her body, facing away from me, was positioned such that her
genitals were directly above mine, allowing for easy, continued penetration. I
bounced the girl up and down so that my rigid dick pistoned in and out of her
internal cylinder. Her head drooped, and she offered me no resistance as I did
this. A soft groan emanated from within her with each deep, upward thrust that I
gave her. I was going so far into her that on some of the deeper jabs I could feel
her firm, round ass pounding down, contacting my lower belly.
After awhile, I wanted a change of venue, so I withdrew my cock and threw the girl
to the bed beside her mother, where she fell like a sack of potatoes. I hesitated
for a moment to watch the mother, but it seemed she had slipped into some form
of merciful (for her) u*********sness.
Turning my attention back to the daughter, I moved to again take possession of
her. I saw that she had curled up into a fetal position, and paused to drink in her
beauty. I loved the way her long, shapely legs looked as she lay with her knees
brought up and tucked under her chin. Her long, golden locks lay disheveled and
strewn around her head. I shook my head in disbelief at my good fortune,
marveling at what a remarkable sex toy this little sixteen-year-old really was. Men
the world over would give top dollar—or their infamous left nut—to have what I
now had laying beneath me at my disposal.
And to think that my cock had already been inside her! I looked down at my tool
and stroked it, feeling the moistness of the girl’s pussy juices and hymen bl**d
that were coating it. Megan stirred. I looked past my peni,s which I still held in my
hand, and saw that she was looking up at me out of the corner of one very fearful
eye. Her body trembled. She knew I was no where near finished with her.
When I reached and took hold of the girl by her ankle, she uttered a weak, “no,
please”, but I chose to ignore her and roughly pulled her heavenly legs down and
rolled her onto her back. I then spread those fine legs. The teen no longer had the
strength to resist me as I did this. She was like putty in my hands.
I mounted her in the missionary position, sunk my penis into her no longer virgin
pussy, and began fucking the living shit out of her. This position gave me a
satisfying view of her frontal nudity and pretty face as I boned her. I liked the way
those twin teen tits of hers, one with a ring of bright red hickies around the nipple,
wiggled like firm jell-o each time I gave her an inward thrust. I remembered once
again how those tits had looked beneath her tight volleyball jersey as she rushed
the net for a spike, as I gave her a spike of my own at that moment. I thought of
her volleyball shorts, if you could even call them shorts, the way they covered the
crotch and virtually nothing else, leaving those long beautiful thighs to be eye
candy for all to see. My cock was now buried in that same crotch that had
mesmerized me so at the volleyball match, and which undoubtedly mesmerized
every other red bl**ded male who had been in attendance, but none of whom had
the balls to carry out the mission that I had so carefully planned and embarked
upon. Eye candy? This little hottie was now cock candy!
“Just pretend you’re fucking Coach Brady, honey,” I whispered hoarsely into the
girl’s ear as I ****d her.
From time to time I would change her position. Probably my favorite was when I
pushed her right knee upward and turned her sideways. The manner in which her
limbs were so malleable was a definite turn-on.
After riding the beautiful little bitch for the longest while, it was time for the grand
finale. I was tempted to finish her off in the missionary position, but had a more
devious plan. I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her and sat up between spread
legs that she made no attempt to close. Her head remained sideways on the
mattress as I stared down at her glistening, sweat soaked nakedness.
Again manhandling her malleable body, I lifted the teen up and replaced her face
down between her mother’s legs that remained raised, the rope around the back
of her neck secured to her knees and keeping them dangling in the air. Doing this
seemed to bring the mother out what had been a state of defeated stupor.
Daughter’s naked breasts again flattened against mother’s. Both their bodies
gleaned with a fine coating of perspiration. The mother watched me with listless
eyes as I once again mounted her daughter from the rear, between the mother’s
own feet that dangled helplessly in the air. My penis re-entered the girl. Again our
combined weight was crushing mom, and again she gasped for air. This time I
alleviated the situation by reaching and tearing the ball gag from the woman’s
mouth. She began to breathe in air through her open mouth as best she could
against the weight crushing down upon her.
As I fucked the girl, I made sure that her face was pressed against her mother’s.
“Kiss each other!” I hissed. Fisting their hair, I f***ed their mouths together.
“Kiss!” Since they both had to have their mouths wide open in order to breathe—
their noses were full of snot from crying—what I was seeing was the same as it
they were French kissing. “I want to see tongues together” I demanded. Not
seeing what I wanted, I put a hand around both their necks and squeezed. Having
no choice but to obey me, I was rewarded when their tongues did indeed come
out of their mouths and met. I watched carefully as their tongues did a weird
dance, as their drooling saliva mixed together and ran down both their chins. The
mother must have tasted her own pussy juices on her daughter’s face. There must
have also still been some of my dried cum on the girl’s face from our afternoon
session—I know I sure as hell hadn’t washed her. The dried cum was now being
rehydrated by their collective saliva, and this, along with pussy juice, was mixing
with bl**d, sweat and tears—literally—along with an ample amount of runny nose
snot, in a bizarre blend that smeared across their beautiful faces.
Sandra got her mouth free long enough to curse me, something about me being a
devil that would rot in hell. But then I f***ed her daughter’s gaping mouth back
over hers, effectively muffling her.
Each pump I gave the sandwiched girl from the rear rocked both their bodies.
“Your little girl’s got a great pussy, Sandra,” I hissed lustily. “And she’s ready to
take her first load of cum!” I increased the intensity of my thrusts into the girl.
When I felt orgasm at hand, I pulled their faces apart. I wanted Sandra to be
looking into the eyes of her daughter’s r****t as he ejaculated into the young girl’s
cunt. And she was! Her eyes were listless and vacant, but they were staring at me
as I shouted “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as multiple squirts of semen were pumped from my
hard testicles and sent deep into the sexual organs of the sixteen-year-old female.
“Yes!” I cried one final time as I rocked the girl, her mother, the bed, the entire
room with the f***e of my orgasm
I collapsed in exhaustion on top of both of them. The bed sheets were soaked
with perspiration from all three of us.
The three of us lay motionless for the longest time. My penis remained inside the
girl’s wet cunt, but I could feel it slowly becoming more and more flaccid. At long
last, knowing that all good things must come to an end, I pulled myself out of the
girl and crawled off her and her mother. Despite weak knees, I got off the bed and
I looked back at the two naked women as they remained there on the bed,
motionless, locked in their intimate embrace, cheek to cheek, the girl face down
on top of her face up mother, her legs between her mother’s raised and spread
thighs that were still pulled upward by the rope that wrapped around from both
knees to the back of her neck. The two women looked like lesbian lovers in a
state of frozen animation, except that lesbians usually don’t have their cunts filled
with sperm like these two ladies had at the moment. I never had felt so satisfied in
I pulled a camera out of my bag and took several photos of the two females in this
bizarre embrace. I then pulled the girl’s limp, sweaty body off her mother and flung
her onto her back beside her mom, watching in approval the way her legs splayed
and then seeing that in her exhausted, defeated state she made no attempt to
close them. I then lifted the rope from behind the mother’s head and allowed her
legs to fall with a thud to the bed. Mother and daughter now lay in similar
positions, side by side on their backs, their fucked pussies visible between
spread legs. The only difference between them was their arms: while Sandra’s
still stretched back over her head to where her wrists remained cuffed to the head
board, Megan’s lay limply at her sides. I immediately took additional photos,
careful that those playgrounds between both sets of parted thighs clearly showed
in the frames. As I did this, both women stirred, but only slightly. Both regarded
me with defeated, tired gazes through half closed eyes.
It was time for me to get the hell out of there. Slowly, I put my clothes back on, still
savoring the view before me of the two ****d beauties, their naked and sweaty
bodies laying spent where I had left them. When I was dressed, I removed the
handcuffs that held Sandra’s wrists to the head board. The woman did not resist
as I did this. Her arms, surely in a state of total numbness, basically remained in
the position they had been for the past half hour. Megan, meanwhile, curled up
once again into that fetal position that she seemed to prefer.
With the handcuffs safely packed in my bag of tricks, I took the woman’s jaw
roughly in my hand and bent down until my face was only inches from hers. “Okay,
Sandra, here’s the situation,” I said, my voice firm. “I’m leaving enough DNA
behind here to float a fucking battle ship. If you go to the police on this, you won’t
have to save for Megan’s college education because she won’t live that long. Do
you hear me?”
The woman nodded her head to the extent that my hand on her jaw permitted
movement. “I’ll be checking the police blotter, do you understand?” When she
didn’t respond, I shook her jaw violently. “Do you fucking HEAR me?”
“Yes!” she cried.
“And if I do get busted for this and sent to the big house, sweetie, I’ve got friends
who owe me favors. They would love to get their hands on your little girl. And
believe me, Sandra, they won’t be as gentle with her as I was! You hear what I’m
The woman’s face grimaced as she began sobbing for the umpteenth time. I flung
her face to one side, released my grip on her jaw, and stood.
“And don’t be going to the hospital, sweetie,” I added. “They tend to ask
questions. You hear me? There’s nothing wrong with either of you that won’t heal
on its own.”
A grin broke out on my face. “I would, though, get to your local pharmacist as soon
as I could, if I were you. Ask him about a couple of morning after pills.”
Sandra was finally able to bring her arms down from above her head, and used
them to cover her naked breasts. Her legs stirred slowly on the mattress. Beside
her on the bed, Megan seemed to curl up into an even tighter pre-natal position.
“I’m afraid if you don’t do that,” I continued, “then in about nine months they might
be wheeling both your asses into the maternity ward together!” I chuckled. “Just
think. You’d be having a son and a grandson at the same time! Your son would be
getting a b*****r and a nephew all in one!” I was the only one in the room that
laughed out loud at that.
Seeing my audience did not appreciate my sense of humor, I turned, removed the
barricade from the door leading from the bedroom, and exited. I was down the
stairs and out the front door in just a few seconds.
Thirty minutes later I was having a cold beer in my favorite bar. Sex always made
As I sat at the bar, I enjoyed looking at the photos I had taken of my prey after I
had ****d them. As I waited for the second cold one to come, I reached into my
bag of tricks and fingered the two souvenirs from the evening. One was the pair of
the panties that Megan had been wearing when she returned from school. The
other was Sandra’s workout sports bra.
As she served me the second beer, the really cute female bartender asked me
what pictures I was looking at. “Just some hunting pictures,” I said. She asked if I
could show them to her. “I could,” I said, “but then I’d have to kill you.”
We both had a good chuckle at that.
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