A meadowlark sang placidly from a fencepost as Jeanette Mason drove the Jeep alongside the long low ranch house. At the back door, the family watchdog, an Irish, set or named Red, barked excitedly. Getting out and loading her arms with sacks of groceries, Jeanette wondered what was bothering him. Probably Coe or Betsy had brought home some poor injured animal – a squirrel or a fox or a bird with a broken wing – and the smell of it had upset the dog. Coe and Betsy were soft-hearted, especially where wild animals were concerned. Brother Jack was the same way, though he was reluctant to admit it.
Smiling, Jeanette walked up the gravel walkway to the back door. She was a lovely sight in the late morning sunlight -- tall and trim almost girlishly slim of waist and thigh. Yet there was nothing girlish about the swell of her tits, still firm and flawless despite her bearing three children. Her hair was held back by a blue bandanna. It was long hair of a deep, rich mahogany shade, darker and redder than the twins.
She thought about her offspring. She was young – just forty – yet she was fortunate in her children. They were intelligent, responsible, helpful. The family had its normal share of sibling dissent and difficulty, but after Jeanette's husband, John, had died, they had pulled together into an unbreakable unit. Their love had pulled them through hard times, and now their lives were comfortable and happy here in the peaceful mountains.
"Back, Red. Go on, don't be such a nuisance." Red backed off, wagging his great golden tail, his tongue lolling from his mouth. He seemed tense, as though upset by something, but relieved that the mistress of the house had arrived to deal with it.
"Oh, Red," she laughed, holding the screen open with a plushly padded hip while she unlocked the door. "What've they got in there, a coyote? I've never seen you this way."
The door opened. She walked into the kitchen and set the bag down on a counter. "Hello. Anybody home?"
There was no answer. She walked into the living room, smoothing back her bandanna. She stopped.
"Oh!"
Sitting in an easy chair with his feet propped on the sofa, Jake smiled through his beard and gestured easily with the shotgun in his right hand. "Howdy, ma'am," he said. "Why don't you just take a seat with the kids, over on the couch?"
Jeanette's knees turned to water. What was going on? Two armed strangers in her living room – and her three children, naked or half-naked and trussed like chickens. "Who are you?" she demanded.
Betsy and Coe sat side by side on the couch. Betsy's flannel shirt hung open, baring her pale pink-tipped tits. Coe was completely naked, and to her horror, Jeanette saw that her elder daughter's normally lovely tits were puffy and discolored, as though they'd been beaten. In a second she found out why they looked that way.
Without changing expression Jake lifted his other hand. A thick leather belt hung from it. He flicked his wrist. The leather strap struck like a snake at Betsy's vulnerable left tit. The girl jerked as though shot and shrieked as pain lanced through her tit.
"What are you doing?" Jeanette screamed.
"I told you to do something," Jake said easily, "and you didn't do it. I had to show you what happens when you don't do what I say. It's only fair, ain't it? To let you know what the rules are."
Jeanette looked from him to his skinny redheaded partner. "Damn you, you sons of bitches!" she heard her son say. She turned to look at him. He was over by the huge whitewashed adobe fireplace, bound hand and foot to a massive hand carved wooden chair.
Jake turned his eyes toward the youth. "Thought I told you what would happen if you didn't shut up, junior. Want baby sister to get her tit whipped again?"
Jack's face clouded over with rage, but he said nothing.
Jake's water blue eyes flicked back to Jeanette. She felt herself blushing as they traveled from her head to her feet. It was as if they stripped away her clothes – the man's work shirt that couldn't hide the lusciousness of her jugs, the jeans that made not effort to conceal the ripeness of her hips and ass – and left her naked and revealed to his lusting gaze. He liked what he saw, she knew.
"I got an idea," the other man said. He was perched nervously on the arm of another overstuffed chair. "Why don't we make her strip on down for us, like a strip-tease burlesque show?"
"That's a fine idea, Bob," Jake nodded. "What say, Mrs…"
"Mason," she said reluctantly. "Jeanette Mason."
"Well, Jeanette, I'm right pleased to know you. My name's Jake." He smirked at her lasciviously. "I figure we ought to start out on a first-name basis, considering bow well we're going to get to know each other. Why don't you shuck off that blouse now, Jeanette. But slow and easy… surprise us."
"Don't do it, Mom," Coe said, her voice low and sullen.
Jake's head didn't turn, but his aim was perfect. The belt lashed out and with a loud smack turned Betsy's other tit a glowing, painful pink to match the other one. Her nipples stood out stiffly, responding to the pain.
"Ohhhh…" the blonde girl moaned.
Jeanette felt her eyes fill with hot tears. She'd been a good mother, a capable one, and while she'd done her best to see that her children learned to stand on their own, she'd always tried to protect them. Now they were in a more dangerous situation than any she could have imagined, and she was powerless to help them.
But there was a way she could help Betsy – for now, at least. As if of its own accord one brown hand, still slim and fine despite the toils of ranch work, stole up the front of her shirt and toyed with the top button. Jake's tongue traveled a slow circuit of his lips as she undid the button and folded the shirt open slightly – enough to reveal a hint of white titflesh. Bob swallowed audibly.
It was strange that the two should react so, with two totally naked and totally desirable teenaged girls sitting in arm's reach of them. But Jeanette's lush body was a mystery to them, one they were becoming increasingly eager to have unveiled. Rolling her hips slowly, she undid another button, and another.
With her thumbs she pushed back the front of the shirt, slipping her fingers under her brassiere clad boobs and raising them as if offering the twin treasures of titflesh to her captors. Her nipples were taut now, wine-dark and visible through the filmy cups of her bra. Despite herself, she was getting excited.
It had nothing to do with the two scruffy strangers sitting in her living room pointing a gun at her – her own husband's shotgun – or the certainty that as soon as she was naked – if they even waited that long – they would rape her savagely and repeatedly. What was impelling her to perform the steamily erotic dance for her captors was her daughter's safety, temporary as it would be – but the reasons she put such delicious carnal life into every motion of her exquisite body was something else again.
Her husband, John Mason, whom she'd married at sixteen and had loved all her life, had always taken delight in watching his wife undress. Long after each had learned all the sexual secrets of the other's body. Jeanette undressing languidly, teasingly, by the fireside late at night with the kids in bed in the big master bedroom with its brass four-poster, had never failed to get both of them so incredibly aroused that their fucking seemed a new and overwhelming experience. Jeanette had loved to strip for John as much as he'd loved to watch her. When she stood nude and he came for her with a growl of lust, her pussy was always wet and hot and desperately hungry for the thrusting fullness of his big hard cock.
Now she was doing her dance of lust again, this time for two total strangers, to save her young daughter a few moments of pain the vicious men would probably give her anyway.
But with her eyes shut, it was almost as if John were alive again.
She writhed out of her rustic shirt. Her body was sheened with perspiration. Her skin was white except for her face, hands, and the vee of her neck – unlike her elder daughter, she'd never been much of a sun-worshipper. Her hands roved her body, cupping her tits, stroking down her flat belly to undo ever so slowly the button of her fly. Then she drew the zipper down gradually, her hips undulating. She could almost feel the strangers' eyes swiveling to follow the motion.
She peeled back the front of her jeans and slipped a hand into her panties. Her cunt-fur was hot under her palm. She gave a small soft moan of pleasure at the pressure of her own hand on the mound of her pussy. Her fingers probed briefly, and she wasn't surprised to find the crisp hair that fringed the mouth of her pussy wet and matted with aromatic cunt-oils.
Her hand came out again, and neither Jake nor Bob missed the shine on her fingertips that told of the moist eagerness of her cunt. "God damn," Bob muttered. Little Jake just stared.
Deliberately she pulled her tight jeans down her long sculptured legs. She turned gradually so that when she kicked off her shoes and bent to pull her pants off, her ass was pointed right at the men, her white panties stretched taut over the bulging mounds of her asscheeks. Then she straightened, took off the band and shook a cascade of gleaming hair down her back. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. Holding the cups of the bra in place in front of her ripe tits, she turned back to face the men, her green eyes still shut, her full lips slightly parted in a half-smile.
She fondled her tits through the cloth of her bra. Slowly she worked one cup down until a brown-red nipple peeked above it, stark against the snowy paleness of her tits. Then she spun like a ballerina, and when she came around to face the spectators again whipped the bra away so that her tits flew free, bouncing loosely, her inflated nipples making figure-eights in the air.
She could feel the horniness emanating from the two men. She could even feel excitement growing unwilling in her son.
She reached up to cup her boobs again, the satiny flesh slipping through her fingers until she squeezed her cherry-like nipples between her fingers. The pleasure in her boobs was electric.
She dropped her hand to her sides and ran her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties. She started to work her underwear down her hips, turning sideways as the first tuft of mahogany cunt-fur fluffed out over the top of her panties. Her tits swung forward, juicy and tempting as ripe fruit, she leaned down to slip her panties off first one and then the other slim tapering calf.
She turned her back. The onlookers sighed at the sight of her bare ass, the snow-white demi globes demurely pressed together. Slowly she moved back to face Jake and Bob. Her breath was coming quickly now, her pulse hammering with the lust that grew in her pussy. It had been a long time since she'd had a long stiff cock inside the silken sheath of her cunt. In spite of herself, she was filled with nervous anticipation. Her tits seemed to swell with lust. Her nipples vibrated with passion.
She held her panties coyly before the thatch of her pussy. Her hips began to grind again, gently at first, then working up to a lewd ass-thrusting free swinging motion that drove the male watchers crazy. Abruptly she flicked her panties away, spread her feet wide, and stood, hands on her hips.
"Holy shit!" Bob gasped.
Her pussy-bush was a downward pointing arrowhead. At its tip, her cunthair was dewed with glistening pussy-juice. Jeanette cocked her hips, rolling them back so that her luscious ass fucked in and her cunt blossomed like an exotic pink flower before the strangers' startled eyes. Then she spun away again, breathing heavily.
Behind her, Jeanette heard the rustle of clothing being hurriedly cast aside. Her tits rose with a deep, unsteady breath. Guiltily she realized she was awaiting an inevitable rape with something resembling pleasure.
Rough hands seized her narrow waist. She inhaled sharply as something hard was poked between her buttcheeks and jabbed at the flesh between her pussy and her asshole. Then the hardness slipped down and shoved apart the lips of her pussy.
"Auugghh!" she gasped as her cunt was fucked instantly full of the thickest cock she'd ever felt. "Ohhhhh… oh, God!"
The unseen man was fucking her pussy with short powerful strokes. She realized that the cock pistoning in and out of her cunt in a welter of steaming pussy-sauces wasn't very long, but it more than made up for that in thickness. She'd never had the walls of her cunt so delightfully stretched – even the first time John had slipped his huge prick into her then-virgin twat hadn't been so intensely pleasurable.
Hands reached from behind to squeeze her tits at the tips. Her nipples hardened even more in the stranger's fingers. The short sparse hairs on the backs of his hands were coppery – that meant the tall skinny man, Rob or Bob or whatever, was the owner of the magnificently fat prick plumbing the depths of her pussy.
Her legs were wide apart. She leaned forward thrusting her ass back wards to impale her pussy more fully on the thick spar of prick.
"Yes," she murmured blearily, "oh yes, give it to me. Fuck me hard!"
Her children exchanged startled glances. They'd never heard their mother use rough language before. And to have her responding this way to being raped…
Coe colored. She'd had Bob's thick cock rammed up her tight little pussy, too. She knew what her mother was going through.
Jeanette rolled her pussy lovingly around the pumping prick. She could feel an orgasm – her first in such along, long time – building within her well fucked cunt. Bob was squeezing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers like dough. The delight that flowed through her boobs matched the ecstasy that rushed from her cunt with every hard-driven stroke of the redheaded man's cock.
Suddenly the cock was yanked from her dripping cunthole. "Ooooh," she moaned in disappointment.
Juice was standing beside her, naked. From his crotch extended an incredibly long, thin wand of cock.
"Cool it," he said. "Don't hog her." He held Bob by the arm, having, pulled him back as he plunged his thick cock happily in and out of the older woman's pussy.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bob asked indignantly. "I was just getting into it!"
Jake grinned and slapped Jeanette on the ass. "Use your imagination." Not waiting to see how his partner took that advice, he took hold of his own nine-inch cock and bent it down so that its swollen head was nestled in the coarse, damp beard of Jeanette's pussy.
He was several inches shorter than the woman. By bending his knees slightly, he got his lengthy prick to angle upwards so that the head socketed itself into the opening of her cunt. Then he straightened, driving that endless spear of prick straight up his captive's pussy in one unhurried motion.
Jake's prick was as skinny as Bob's was fat. But again, that didn't hurt anything. She felt as it that pillar-like cock was fucking all the way through her. She moaned and rotated her hips spasmodically as the cock entered her cunt.
Bob stared in hypnotic fascination at the twin half-moons of Jeanette's ass. Her round silken skinned buttcheeks worked against each other in a sinuous, tantalizing motion as Jeanette got into the rhythm of fucking herself on Jake's big prick. It was a lovely ass – firm yet full, trim from constant exercise. Bob rubbed his jaw. His cock was strainingly, achingly erect, brimming with the need to fuck the lovely nude woman. But he'd been prevented from blowing his wad in the humid paradise of her pussy. Cuntjuice still gleamed on his rigid prick.
"Use your imagination," his partner had said. Standing there watching Jeanette's fabulously foxy ass roll around Jake's stabbing cock, it didn't take much imagination to figure out what to do next. Bob put his hands on those milky asscheeks, savoring the warmth, smoothness and springiness of them. He ran his thumbs down the insides of the demi-globes of assflesh, into the crevice between. Putting pressure on either side of Jeanette's puckered asshole, he began to draw it open.
"Ah!" Jeanette's eyes flew open. Jake was fucking her furiously, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a juicy sound, his hairy chest rasping her nipples deliciously. But she wasn't so caught up with the joy of feeling that giant pole of prick invading her cunt that she wasn't aware of what Bob was doing. She wanted to cry out for him to stop.
The tip of Bob's cock touched her asshole. She felt pressure. Abruptly her shit-ring expanded and seemed to swallow the blunt head of the cock.
Jeanette and Bob sighed as the tight ring of her asshole clamped down just behind his cockhead.
Pain made Jeanette blink. Bob's cock was enormous! But instead of struggling, she merely gripped Jake's wiry arms and stood there, accepting both cocks jammed into her, naked body.
She had loved being butt-fucked by her husband. Now that Bob's big prick was plugged into her shiner, she realized she'd missed having a cock shoved up her ass as much as she'd miss having her pussy probed by John's hearty shaft of cockmeat. But Bob's prick was phenomenally thick. Just having her butthole expanded to fit around its head was an uncomfortable strain. She wasn't at all sure she could stand having all that titanically thick prick stuffed up her ass-chute.
Grunting and snuffling, Jake rammed his prick home in Jeanette's cunt with fresh violence.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried as the prick slid dazzlingly across her swollen clit. Cuntjuice burst in torrents from her pussy as Jake's cock went hilt-deep into her cunt. Her ass began to wag furiously from side to side, as if of its own accord.
"Jesus Christ!" Bob yelped. The taut ring of assflesh clamped around his prick seemed to tug and suck at the embedded cockhead. Wild sensations shot the length of his prick and blasted into his groin.
He grabbed twin handfuls of tender assflesh and shoved with all his might. Well-greased with the oils of Jeanette's pussy, his thick prick went into her asshole smoothly, if not easily.
"Owwwww," the mahogany-haired woman groaned. "Oh, it's so biiiiiig… it's tearing me apart!" She felt the halves of her ass being wedged farther and farther apart. Though the cock was slick with her cuntjuice, it still rasped the delicate membranes of her ass-tunnel on its way in.
Yet there was something obscenely delightful about the way that steely cock filled her asshole to overflowing and beyond – as if by causing pain as well as pleasure, Bob's trick was emphasizing for the luscious widow that she was at long last being well and truly fucked by good hard cock again – two for the price of one!
Jake's beard tickled her tits as he dropped his face to suck in a fervent mouthful of titflesh. Jeanette cried out as his tongue jabbed at a full nipple. The suction of his mouth combined with the teasing and tweaking of his tongue to charge her tits with electric delight.
Jake marveled at the tightness of the pussy he was fucking his long cock into. It was as tight as any virgin pussy he'd ever plunged his prick in and out of, but it clung to his cock with high erotic skill, seeming to suck at his cock as if trying to milk it of the come boiling in his balls. No virgin could make her pussy do the things to a cock Jeanette was doing with her oily snatch.
Isn't motherly love wonderful! he thought to himself. Whack her baby on the tit once or twice and she fucks like a sex-starved mink!
But the bearded fugitive knew there was more to the eager frenzy of Jeanette's fucking than a desire to save her offspring from agony. She was fucking Bob's prick with her asshole as avidly and expertly as she was fucking Jake's nine-inch cock. She was really getting into it, loving the way she was being fucked full of rock-hard cock in ass and pussy alike, even loving the pain Jake knew Bob's, wrist thick prick must be causing her shithole. She was altogether horny, and part of it, at least, had nothing to do with protecting her young.
He felt something moving against the underside of his long cock as he fucked it into her slick-walled pussy. It was Bob's prick, being driven up Jeanette's ass with such force that the redhead's balls slapped against the base of his partner's cock as it ground into the woman's drooling pussy. Jake rolled his eyes and slipped his lips down to grasp the tasty nipple that tipped Jeanette's jug. He felt her body start to move with the mad urgency of orgasm. She was about to come, and come hard.
Bob was shaking his head crazily, eyes closed and mouth open. His cock was pumping the hottest, tightest, most cooperative asshole it had ever gotten into. Jeanette sucked in her stomach and rippled her belly muscles so that her pussy and her ass-channel both gripped the pricks invading them. Bob had very seldom met a woman with a cunt as agile and responsive as Jeanette Mason's asshole.
Jeanette was utterly beside herself. She'd never been so caught up in a carnal totality before. The only man she'd ever made love to was her beloved John – now she was being fucked by two strangers at the same time, ramming her full of far more cock than even John had been able to give her. She loved it! The sheer forbiddenness of it all added to the wanton abandon with which she rolled her rounded ass around the prick pistoning in and out of it, and rippled the educated walls of her cunt around the quarter-yard of Jake's cock. The skinny redhead was kneading the cheeks of her ass devoutly – which she'd always loved – and his partner was subjecting her tit to an oral assault so intense, it felt almost as fantastic as the cocks plugging her asshole and oozing cunt.
Bob's breath chuffed rhythmically in her ear. Jeanette heard the slight gasp that meant his passion was about to overwhelm him. The stumpy cock was pulled out of her asshole, creating a maddening, delightful suction within her ass-passage. She waited until she felt just his inflated cockhead throbbing inside the circle of her asshole. Then she tensed every muscle in her athletic body to crush the cockhead in a loving embrace.
Her voice blended with Bob's in a howl of ecstasy as he filled the entirety of her asshole with a giant blast of searing came.
The sting of the salty jism filling her asshole triggered Jeanette's own climax. It was as if a charge of dynamite had been set off in her cunt – a powerful explosion of ecstasy that blasted her brain and senses.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she cried, throwing her head back as Jake mauled her boobs with hands and mouth and tried to force another fraction of an inch of his throbbing cock up her pulsating, greedy, climaxing pussy.
Bob licked at her neck. His cock spat pulse after pulse after pulse of hot come into her butthole. Uncontrollably he drove his cock to the hilt in her wildly pumping ass. Come squirted from her asshole around the cylinder of his cock.
Having her asshole stretched out of shape again by that huge cock set off a fresh series of orgasms in Jeanette's pussy. Jake gave a frenzied cry, muffled by a mouthful of tender spit-slick titflesh, and then his prick spewed jism into Jeanette's needy cunt.