Valerie lay on one of the extra-wide, softly upholstered chaise lounges in the family room and stared with curious, amused adoration at her two beautiful children. Steven was sitting on a reclining chair before the TV screen, with Beverly on the floor in front of him, her blonde head resting on one of his spread knees.
Steve sipped a drink with one hand, idly tousling his sister's hair with the other. He was dressed in a blue silk lounging robe and nothing else. Beverly was dressed for bed in a pink shortie nightie and matching bikini panties. Both of them were beautiful, and they looked doubly so to Valerie in this intimate family setting. With only the light from a shaded corner floor lamp and the glow from the TV screen illuminating their faces, the resemblance between her and Bev, Steve and Cleveland, was uncanny. The six-foot tall young man was the same height as his father, had the same dreamy brown eyes, the same sensuous mouth. Though it was concealed under his short-cropped, curly black beard, Valerie knew that he and his father also had identical clefts in their chins.
Beverly looked just as much like her mother as her brother looked like his father. Though she was only five foot five she was bound to grow those two separating inches. Her measurements were now a breathtakingly sexy, 36-22-36, but with full maturity, those dimensions, too, would bloom to equal her mother's. Looking at them, Beverly thought of herself and Cleveland at their ages or at least, when she was Beverly's age, and Cleve was twenty. Just married, they had spent practically every possible waking hour in bed.
"They both love sex," Valerie whispered to herself, "they couldn't be our children and not be sex crazy. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder if they are really fucking. I certainly would fuck Steve if I were in Beverly's shoes, if for no other reason than he is so goddamned gorgeous manly so fucking virile. I haven't seen his cock hard since he was about fourteen and I caught that girl sucking it that time, but Jeeezus, it was bigger than the average man's twice his age. If it kept growing, it must be as big as his father's now."
Dressed in a long, flowing, almost transparent peignoir, Valerie lay with one hand clamped between her thighs, the other massaging her full, tingling, hard-nippled breast. She was so hot that had not the children been present, she would have opened her thighs, rolled over on her back, and given herself a real hand job. As it was, though, all she could do was watch her children's faces, and surreptitiously rub and squeeze her constantly standing, attention-demanding clit through the sheer material of her gown.
"Oh God, I'd give ten years of my life for a hard, hot young cock now," she said to herself. "Oh Stevey, why did you have to come home and remind me so harshly of what I'm missing it isn't fair it isn't fair. If Cleveland doesn't change his ways, I know I'll never be able to make it through this summer without doing something foolish telling you point blank how badly I want your cock."
The five young men who had slipped in through the back door of the Martingale mansion moved so swiftly, so silently, that they were down in the family room, had switched on the bright overhead lights, and were each pointing a pistol at the startled trio before anybody knew they were in the house.
"Sudden loud noises make me nervous." The thin, curly-haired, obvious leader of the group spoke softly, conversationally into the vacuum of shocked silence that negated even the sound of the TV. "And a scream is certain to cause this.38 in my hand to go off. Just remain quiet do as you're told and I promise you nobody will be hurt."
Steve sat looking at the five intruders calmly, studying their faces and mannerisms, sizing them up. After the initial wide-eyed reaction to their entry, he showed no fear whatever. Valerie sat bolt upright, breathless with fear, clutching her thin gown to her wildly heaving breasts, too frightened to scream, even had she not been warned to remain silent. Just as frightened, just as incapable of getting her breath, let alone Screaming, Beverly sat stiffly, staring glassy-eyed at the invaders, digging her fingernails painfully into her brother's knee.
"Wh-what?s th-the m-meaning of this?" Valerie stammered, finding her voice, and speaking in a hoarse, strained whisper. "Wh-who are y-you wh-what do you w-want?"
"I'll give you a complete rundown of who we are, why we're here, and precisely what we want," the handsome young leader said, "but while I talk, I want you all to make yourselves more comfortable strip!"
All three Martingales looked at the menacing young man as though they didn't understand English. Without a word, he bent his elbow so that his hand was slightly above his shoulder, and snapped his fingers one time sharply.
One of the invaders, a muscular giant of over 200 pounds, moving with the swiftness and grace of a cat, stepped over to Valerie. He lifted her to her feet, and with one flashing motion of his arm, grasped her peignoir at the beribboned neck, and ripped it from her body like so much tissue paper.
Whirling without seeming to even notice the results of his unveiling, he lifted Beverly all the way from the floor in one of his ham like hands. In a split second her ruined nightie lay on the floor beside what was left of Valerie's peignoir. Hooking one finger into the waistband, he lipped her tiny bikinis asunder, and dropped the still speechless girl unceremoniously back to the carpeted floor.
"That's what you can expect if you don't move fast enough," the young man said with a cold smile. "Any one or all of you can be shot just as quickly as you ladies were stripped so don't push me."
Valerie cowered on the chaise lounge, Beverly cowered on the floor, both of them bent almost double, using their arms and hands ineffectually to cover their naked tits and cunts. Steve stood up, calmly shrugged out of his robe, and sat back down.
"Call me Dick," the still-smiling ringleader said. "And this is Moose," he said, pointing to the giant who had so efficiently denuded the ladies, then nodding toward a six-foot-six beanpole of a young man, "Snake, and next to Snake, the dude with the jug ears and the silly grin is Speedy, and finally our resident redskin and, token Indian, Tonto. As far as names go, that's all you need to know."
"We're here to rob your husband's bank, Mrs. Martingale," he went on, "I guess you could say uhhh by remote control, which is why we are here instead of at the bank."
Bending his elbow in the same manner as before, Dick snapped his fingers again, this time twice in rapid succession.
The four men behind him began to undress swiftly, silently, the unexpected activity becoming even more terrifying because it was carried out without a sign of hesitation or nervousness, as though they had rehearsed this moment over and over again. In the glow of the bright, overhead lights, the quintet's nakedness was accentuated, exaggerated. Their bodies looked like the bodies of well trained athletes, their cocks were all rock hard, and not a single boner measured less than seven inches.
"No-no-no, please, no," Valerie cried.
Dick held his gun steadily, swinging it gently from side to side, from face to face, as though he were watering flowers from a garden hose.
"Relax, relax and enjoy enjoy," Dick intoned soothingly. "Resistance is useless, fighting us would be suicidal. Uhhh Steven, if you would be so kind as to scoot your chair back somewhat take a ringside seat, as it were the uhhh sextivities can begin."
"No-no-no-no I won't you can't," Valerie chanted, because she had to say something, and could think of nothing else.
Her words were choked off, however, as Moose stepped over to her again, picked her up from the couch, and smashed his lips against hers. She pushed against his shoulders with both hands, and discovered that the move was about as effectual as pushing against a brick wall. She slapped at his face, head, and shoulders, but all she seemed to be hurting were the palms of her hands. She gave up and went limp in his bear-like hug. Feeling her soft, hot body pressed against all of his male hardness caused her to moan achingly.
There was not an ounce of excess fat on all of his huge frame. His waist was thick, solid, and as flat as a muscle-ridged board. He was squeezing the breath out of her, the last vestige of resistance. The rigid pole of his thick, up-curving cock gouged into her belly. When he had crushed her lips with his, her first thought had been that should he attempt to stick his filthy tongue in her mouth, she'd bite it off. But his tongue was already in her mouth, filling her mouth, and she had neither the strength nor will to clamp her teeth into it. She sucked it, because she could think of nothing else to do with it.
Unable to move her head back or to either side, because he had her neck in a viselike grip, Valerie rolled her eyes to the side to see what was happening to Beverly. The tall, skinny one, Snake, had her in his arms, all the way up off the floor. He was bent in his knees, his long, thin body curved into a modified S, coiling, writhing like the reptile that gave him his nickname, as he socked an endlessly long cock up into the young girl's hot, slick, juice squirting cunt.
Beverly's eyes were closed, her lips were clamped suckingly, slobberingly to the lips of her ravisher. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck. Her strong, curvy legs were hooked firmly around his waist, and Valerie realized with a shock that Beverly was fucking her assailant back with all of her wild young strength. Her creamy white ass was a blur as she twirled it up and down the long slimy pole. Since Snake was holding her asscheeks apart with both big hands, Valerie could see all of his piledriving lance of flesh jackhammering in and out of Bev's tight cuntal ring. She could see the fat, hairy outer lips distended, stretching around the pummeling invader, the pink, wet, petallike inner lips stretching out on each downstroke, and being driven back in and out of sight on each hammering upstroke.
She knew that her daughter was fucking, had often talked to her about fucking, but she never dreamed that she would actually see a cock like this one bouncing off her daughter's womb. She wondered how Bev's tiny pussy could take such punishment without splitting, how she could corkscrew up and down on it with such wild, obviously joyous abandon. During her swinging days she had watched hundreds of couples fucking, but never like this, never this exciting, never with such carefree enthusiasm as her daughter, her cock-taming, pussy-whipping daughter and this tall, skinny beanpole of a cocksman reaming her soppy wet, tightly clinging cunt so thoroughly and completely.
The present situation had arisen so fast, so unexpectedly, that Valerie was still in a state of shock. Though her eyes only rolled toward Bev and locked there for a matter of seconds, in her disoriented, mind blown state, Valerie could have sworn that she stared at her daughter's hysterically wanton, beautifully obscene performance for minutes on end. She saw Beverly lean back in Snake's arms, hair flying, mouth open in a soundless, joyful scream, big upthrust tits bouncing like rubber balls.
She saw Snake duck his head and catch one of Bev's hard, rubbery, pencil eraser-sized nipples between his lips and suck on it like a small boy sucking his thumb, swinging his head from side to side, worrying it, chewing on it like a puppy with a rubber bone. Snake was bent almost double over her now, as she lay almost flat out in the air, parallel to the floor, supported only by her strong legs around his waist, and his thundering meat pole plowing steadily, unerringly in and out of her auctioning, juicy cunt.
Valerie's terror-bulged, shame-clouded eyes rolled farther, seeking Steven. She knew her son wouldn't sit still for this outrage, that he couldn't let this happen to his mother and sister without risking his very life to protect them.
Having obeyed Dick's order to scoot his chair back, Steve now sat calmly three or four feet away from where Snake was savagely packing dick into his sister. The expression on his face was the same as it had been while he was watching TV, showing nothing but avid, wide-eyed interest.
Valerie clamped her eyes tightly closed, and resigned herself to her fate. She seemed to be falling now in slow motion as light as a feather with strong, gentle arms holding her to keep her from falling too fast. She hit the chaise lounge flat on her back, thighs akimbo, arms holding on to Moose's big neck, eyes tightly closed, and breath held half in fear and half in wild anticipation.
Valerie screamed. Not in pain, not in fear, but in the shocking thrill of feeling a real live, spongy-headed man-cock sliding forcefully into her yearning cunt, nudging firmly against the mouth of her womb. She forgot Beverly, she forgot Steven, she forgot everything and everybody else in the room. Throwing her long, lovely legs around Moose's back, she swiveled up to meet his next thrust, and his next, and his next, meeting him more than halfway, wrestling him back down to the chaise.
It had been so long since she had a cock other than Cleveland's plunging in and out of her molten, female wetness, that she felt like a virgin being deflowered by a master lover. It was good good goood, and she wanted it never to stop.
"I’m glad Steve isn't trying anything," she said to herself, "glad he is taking this so calmly. If these bastards only knew what a favor they're doing me how terribly I needed this I'll fuck them to death all of them. Oh God, don't let anything happen to stop this before I’ve had a chance to fuck them all into a state of paralysis. I don't care what happens afterwards I give less than a fuck about them robbing Cleveland's bank it serves the bastard right just let them fuck me fuck me fuck me… NOWWWWWW!" Valerie screamed aloud in response to her first orgasm of the evening.