"I knew you were a sensible dude the moment I laid eyes on you," Dick said to Steven. "I appreciate your not giving us a hard time I don't dig violence."
Though Dick was now standing beside Steve's recliner, Steve ignored him, didn't bother to even glance up at him. He was watching his mother and sister, trying to analyze his own feelings, trying to build up a case of outrage, anger, guilt, even embarrassment, but without success. At college he had participated in more gang-bangs than he could begin to remember. His habit had been to seek out the freaky girls, and make them -even more freaky. The first criterion for a girl to move into his apartment with him had been that she agree to fuck his friends and Steven had lots of friends.
"But this is my own sister, my own flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood mother," he told himself, trying desperately to work up some feeling besides the undeniable, irresistible pleasure that voyeurism gave him. But his clinically logical, sexually jaded mind would not accept the bait. He had gotten Beverly's cherry on her fifteenth birthday, and had been fucking her since at every opportunity.
He had told his sister how much he loved gang-bangs, and while he was away at school she had arranged one for herself, writing him a long, detailed letter afterwards, telling him how much she had enjoyed it. Steve had also enjoyed reading the letter it was the next best thing to being there.
Knowing what a chippy-chasing, philandering lecher his father was, and what a hot-assed, sex-starved woman his mother was, he had often considered approaching Valerie sexually. He knew that any resistance would have been only a token, conscience soothing-resistance and in the end she would have been just as easy to seduce as Beverly had been. But Bev was there for him when he wanted her. All of his other insatiable, hot, eager girls, perfectly trained to satisfy his every freakish whim, were at his beck and call, and though he still planned to fuck Valerie, he simply hadn't gotten around to her yet.
"I know how you must feel," Dick went on, also staring at the orgy, rather than looking at Steve to see how he was reacting. "Goddam, if this happened to my mom and sister shit I don't know I don't think I could stand it fuck the consequences, I know I'd do something foolish."
Steve continued to stare straight ahead at Beverly and the two guys that she was now serving simultaneously. She had ridden Snake to a thundering orgasm two minutes after she had clamped her thighs around his waist, and began swiveling up and down on his upthrust cock. He had stumbled to his knees, dropping her gently on the carpeted floor. As he half-rose and scrambled up over her body to make room for the next fucker, she caught his cum-wet, slowly softening cock as it passed over her face, and stopped him in his tracks.
As she pulled his long, slimy cock straight down into her mouth, Snake had no alternative but to follow. Sinking to his knees, he sat lightly on her gently rising and falling tits, loving the tickly sensation of her hard, rubbery nipples fluttering across his hairy ass. After licking her own sweet juices and his tart cum from the dangling dingus, she sucked it into her mouth, making it hard again before going to work on it like a kid with an all-day sucker.
Snake was not completely settled into this new, exciting hole before Speedy dropped to his knees between Beverly's thighs, raised and hooked her knees over his shoulders, and drove his cock with a squishy "sploop" into her cum filled cuntal sleeve. Though Speedy was the smallest in stature his cock was in the nine-inch range, and he certainly had enough ass to swing it. In no time at all he had pumped all the excess cum out of Beverly's cunt, and was hitting spots that caused her to forget the cock in her mouth and tangle with the one that was giving her the most pleasure.
"Jeeezus," Dick said in an awestruck, hissing whisper, "Valerie, I can understand, being married to a master cocksman like Cleveland Martingale, but where the fuck did Beverly learn to suck a cock and fuck like that? My God, look at how she's pussy-whipping Speedy Jesus Christ, look at her sling that ass Speedy is a stud one of the best but look at him look at him he's fucking paralyzed, man just holding on to keep his ass from being pitched up to the fucking ceiling."
Steve did not need to be told what Beverly was doing to Speedy. He could plainly see her fat, bouncy ass rising and falling like a pinwheel, corkscrewing up and at Speedy like a frantic animal defending its territory from a marauding intruder. Steve knew something that Dick didn't know. He knew that Beverly's cunt muscles were just as active as her ass, that they were roiling, squeezing, biting, that Speedy couldn't pull his cock out, even had he wanted to.
Steve knew that his little sister was putting on a show just for his enjoyment. He knew that she was having the time of her life, and that her initial shock and terror had been at the sight of the guns, not the cocks. He had promised her by mail that he would bring a couple of his buddies home with him from school, for at least one whole weekend of fun and frolic. She had been disappointed when he came home alone, but only because she wanted to prove to her big brother that she could do anything his girlfriends could do, and even beat them at it.
The disappointment had been inconsequential, however, in comparison to her boundless joy at knowing Steve would be home for several weeks. She knew that he would be sneaking into her room, that she would be sneaking into his. She knew that at every conceivable opportunity she would be enjoying the cock she was raised on, had adored, almost worshipped from the time, years ago, when he had first let her wrap her tiny fist around it, play with it, kiss it, jerk it up and down until the hot, thick cream gushed out into her hands, her face, her mouth.
Steve let his mind wander back to earlier in the day, when she had gone up to to his room with him to help him unpack. As soon as they had dropped the suitcases, and he had closed the door, she hiked her mini-skirt high above her waist, and stood wide-legged, ass in the air, elbows and upper trunk resting flat on his bed. This was a traditional, practiced, welcome-home-quickie that they indulged in every time he came home from school.
Merely dropping his pants to his knees, Steve had hobbled forward, aimed the bulbous, purplish head of his slightly more than nine-inch cock at her shiny wet, backthrust hole, and drove it in to her womb with a deep, sensuous groan that matched hers. Hard and fast he had thrust into her, harder and faster she had bucked and bounced back against his driving loins. Though she knew that he would come this time before she was ready, it didn't matter, this was always her most thrilling fuck, this was a reminder of the pure ecstasy that she had been missing, a promise of better things to come.
After dinner, after his shower and her shower in their separate baths, they had met in the family room, he dressed in only his blue silk dressing gown, she in her micro-nightie minus panties. While Valerie had puttered about the kitchen, and taken her own evening bath, Steve had sucked and tongued his sister's cunt from clit to asshole, and back again, taking his time, making her come and come and come, having to turn the stereo louder and louder to keep Valerie from hearing the orgasmic yelps and shrieks.
Then it had become Steve's turn in the reclining chair, with Beverly on her knees before him, making love to his dick with her hands, lips, and tongue. She squeezed and fondled his nuts, ran her wet pink tongue round and round the head, up and down the shaft, faster and faster, wetter and wetter, for moments on end before she began to suck as he had taught her to suck cock.
Her enthusiasm for sucking cock was boundless, her talent was uncanny. Steve had taught her about hand pressure and mouth pressure, and how to keep from scraping the sensitive skin with her teeth. All the rest she had learned on her own volition. Not only could she deepthroat his cock, taking it all the way to the pubic hairs, but she could flute and flutter her tongue around it while it was embedded to the hilt. She had her own special way of grasping the stalk in both hands and twisting in opposite directions as though she were wringing out delicate undies, while smoothly jerking him off. At the same time she would be twisting the head in titillating half-turns in her sucking lips, and licking the glans in altogether different kinds of elliptic, concentric circles.
She knew exactly how to control his orgasms. She could tell by the tightness of his balls, the pulsing of his ropy veins, and the raggedness of his breathing just how close he was to a climax. At those times she would bear down and make him come immediately, or ease up and tease him along until she was ready depending upon her mood and desire. Today she had given him a long, loving, leisurely suck of some thirty minutes before making him blast his nuts into her gulping throat.
When Valerie came down the stairs less than three minutes later, Beverly had her panties on and was sitting on the floor with her back to Steve, calmly watching TV.
Dick's hoarsely croaked exclamations of excitement broke into Steve's reverie, and brought him back to the reality of the moment. The rape, or non-rape, since there had been no actual resistance, had been going on now for almost an hour, and it was obvious to Steve that even the mental resistance on the part of his mother had long since vanished.
Valerie was now on her elbows and knees on the chaise lounge. Her fat, sleek rump was poked high in the air. Her silk-fringed, thick-lipped cunt was thrust back and up as though it were attached to adjustable hinges. Moose, working on his third orgasm, was on his knees behind her, jackhammering his cock into the suctioning core of her womanhood like a demented rabbit. Her pussy sputtered and popped, her soft, jiggly asscheeks danced back against his pistoning loins in a creamy white blur of pumping, bumping frenzy.
Tonto, a full-blooded Cherokee, sat at the end of the chaise under Valerie's frantically bobbing face. His nut-brown face was a mask of grimacing ecstasy, his big, liquid brown eyes were bulged in wonder and delight. He had both of his hands twisted in Valerie's tangled hair, forcing her to do his bidding, jerking her head up or down as he chose, allowing her to take no more of his dick into her throat than he decreed.
"How do you happen to know so much about us?" Steve asked Dick, still not looking at him. "All our first names, the layout of our house, my father's personal life and business, apparently all our habits and routines?"
"I learned everything that was necessary for us to pull off this caper," Dick replied, smiling with obvious pride. "How? I'll never tell. I just hope that Cleveland will give us the same cooperation that you people have given us and nobody will be hurt."
"I can tell you in advance that he won't cooperate with you," Steve said, "but just for the sake of conversation, what exactly are you dudes expecting beyond this what were you expecting when you broke in here?"
"The only thing we weren't expecting was you," Dick said, "you weren't supposed to be home from school until next week this time. What we were expecting was to find Valerie at home alone, Beverly out on a date, and Cleveland gone for the weekend as usual. We had planned to fuck Val until Bev came home, then fuck them both until Cleveland made it in anytime after midnight Sunday, according to our research.
"Of course by the time Cleve made it in, we would have been fully clothed, and Val and Bev would have been neatly tied up. Moose would have roughed Cleve up a bit, we would have threatened to gang-rape his wife and daughter, and I am sure that he would have no qualms about allowing me to personally escort him to his bank, opening that vault to which only he has the key, and sacking up a cool million dollars worth of that 'dirty money' that he launders for the underworld and crooked politicians. That's the way we had planned it, and that's the way it's going to be."
Steve was still watching Valerie and Beverly in action. They were changing partners and positions now, and though Beverly's entire attention was riveted on those insatiable cocks, Val shot darting glances in the direction of Steve and Dick, noticing that they were talking, listening to see what they had to say to each other, hoping that nothing would stop what was happening to her until she'd had enough, and she knew she would never have enough.
Both Valerie and Beverly seemed to be moving about in a fucked out, come-weak trance. They allowed themselves to be pulled, pushed, and positioned just so. They accepted cocks into their mouths and cunts as though they had no will of their own, no desire to resist. Their cunts were a raw, blood-gorged, reddish-pink, inner lips protruding thick and leafy from between outer lips. Both of their clits stood fat and elongated, like little dicks, their starfish-formed, softly corrugated vulvas open, spitting out thick, oozing globules of cum.
On and on they went, round and round and round, fucking and sucking as though nothing else mattered in the world. Steve wondered if he would ever grow tired of watching, if seeing a long, hard cock plowing in and out of the same hole over and over again would not soon become boring, but as yet there was no sign of boredom or eye fatigue. Quite the contrary, each change of partners or positions was a completely new voyeuristic experience for him. Each cock that plunged into the hot, juicy, welcoming holes was a new cock, and his excitement grew rather than lessened.
Steve knew that both his mother and sister were females of the old, pre-liberation school when it came to their men, and what their men did to them. They liked to be bossed, subjugated, ruled, controlled. The male was dominant in their lives, and what he wanted was what he got any way he wanted it. Steve couldn't understand why none of the guys had attempted to fuck either Val or Beverly in their assholes. They most certainly would not have received any opposition or resistance from either of them, but then he remembered how good Bev's pussy was, and how equally good, if not better, he was certain Val's was bound to be, and he ceased to wonder why the fellows didn't switch.
"Gaaaaahhhd-damn!" Tonto suddenly roared, diverting Steven's thoughts, "the muscles inside your cunt are like fur-lined bear traps, girl Jesus fuckin' Christ Ohhh goddamn, don't stop now, it's too late too f-fucking late I'mmmm c-c-commmmmmming!"
"Ohhh shit fuck sweet Jesus," Speedy cried at the same time, "I'm comin', goddam, I'm comin' suck it swallow it, bitch you sweet cocksucking whore, swallow every fucking drop!"
Steve had been sitting with his arms folded in his lap, his hands lightly gripping his thighs. Now, absorbed in the sight of Beverly and Val draining the two cocks, and the fucking-sucking quartet's final throes of ecstasy, he leaned forward, uncrossing his arms, and gripping his knees.
"Wellll, look'a here look'a here," Dick chortled gleefully, "no wonder Mr. Cool hasn't been putting up any resistance this shit is turning him on. He gets his kicks watching his mother and sister getting the piss fucked out of them watching them eat cock, and guzzle cum. Look at the hard-on on this sonofabitch, fellas, look at that boner!"
Steve's cock had been hard since the action started, but he had hidden it under his crossed arms. Now it stood angled up toward his chest in all of its flange-headed glory. Since Dick was talking loudly, and pointing at Steve's crotch, every eye in the room was directed toward the subject under discussion. Steve sat quietly, making no effort to hide his erection.
"Gaaahddamn," one of the group hissed in amazement and disbelief, "look at the size on that motherfucker it must be a foot long!"
"Funny that you would use the term motherfucker" Dick chuckled, "because that's exactly what that big tool looks like to me a perfect mother fucker. Every mother should be so lucky to have one of her very own. Looks like the shoe is on the other foot, fellas, you've been entertaining Steve, now Steve and his darling mother are going to entertain you right, Steve?"
Steve remained silent.
"Ohhh, no-no-no," Valerie begged in a choked whisper, "haven't you done enough already? Please, no-no."
"Ohhh, yes-yes-yes-yes," Dick countered derisively, "we wouldn't miss this for anything in the world. Let's see what kind of a cocksman this dude is. I want you both to take him on, you and Beverly. Go fix yourselves some drinks, guys, and make yourselves comfortable. Everybody get himself a ringside seat, the show is about to begin."