Lonnie Carmel and her daughter, Jennifer, stared into each other's pain-flecked eyes and seeked solace in them, and the pained mother knew, as instinctively she was aware that her teenage child knew, that they were both the same, having committed lewd, unspeakable acts of the flesh, and were now caught helplessly in the evil, enslaving web of Sam Zeigler's depravity. The immoral bonds tied them more closely than the best of friends, for they were of the same blood, and a mute empathy and bond of love was sewn between the two ravishingly beautiful young women, and somehow that knit helped blank out the hot, hard lights which bore down upon their exposed bodies from the circle of spots around the open stage, silenced the hoarse urgings of the naked and lewdly incensed gangster who was on his knees with them on this bed of public display. Things were a little less terrifying for both mother and daughter, and together, they fought to hold their sanity during this longest of all nights.
The warm, comfortable air of the stage area was like a blessed covering, and the lights were bright mirrors which no matter how hard one might try, could not be seen through, but Lonnie knew what was on the other side of the lights, surrounding the bed like pits of hungry carnivores; she knew because she had been on her back herself getting fucked half senseless the previous night in one of the ringing small rooms, and had gaped in fascinated excitement at the lewd performance transpiring on the bed which now supported her and her own daughter. Now, wanting to protect her Jennifer, she didn't say that a few feet in any direction would bring them face to face with glass-enclosed voyeurs, devoted to the worship of vice and gross sexual immorality. She didn't say anything at all, for the time of talking was past…
Slowly, Jennifer pressed the soft, young curling fleece of her pubic hair into her mother's loins, and arching her back, she moaned in the bitterness of what had to be done for her father's sake, and she kissed her mother, kissed her hard the way she had kissed Stan Lubin, and found to her shame that her mother's lips were enticingly agile, pliant and soft. And, in spite of the guilt of knowing that her daughter was kissing her as if she was a lover, Lonnie stiffened her resolve to show Zeigler that she was cooperating and she fluttered her tongue out, entering the opening of her daughter's hot, moist mouth as an answering tongue invaded her lips; she sucked the pink, trembling tongue and found that she could not help running her hands over the fresh, firm skin of her child, touching her naked, taut breasts and buttocks. They squirmed on the bed, locked in their lewd, incestual embrace, and the tiny puckered little anus puckered more from her mother's finger as the girl's firm, white, young buttocks parted inadvertently.
Jennifer, sensing her mother had steeled her mind to continue with this depravity, melted with the deep love which she had for her, plus the sympathy she held for any woman who loved her husband so dearly and with her own similar affection for her father. She gasped as she saw the gangster who had engineered this sinful orgy over her mother's shoulder leering down at them in vile delight, then she shut her eyes, hearing Zeigler's lewd chuckling, and let swiftly flickering tongues and familiar soft hands send out urgent, teasing messages radiating outward along her nerves, and she allowed her own fingers to rub along her mother's rippling satin backsides as she trembled with the strange forbiddeness of her degradation.
"That's it! That's it! More! More!" the gangster hissed down at them.
Spurred on by Zeigler's sex-crazed demands, mother and daughter caressed each other's breasts until they were swollen and throbbing with unwanted sensation and their nipples were four chips of dark rock biting into the other's tormented flesh. Lonnie could feel Jennifer's hot breath on her face and her mind cried out in a futile gesture of anguish, but her hands were moving of their own volition, down over the hot, fevered hips of her naked child, down, down to the moist covering of hair around Jennifer's quivering pubic region. "Oh God… oh God…"
Roger Carmel's teen-age daughter felt her mother's fingers seek out and find her pink, wet vaginal slit, groaned with the lancing, undeniably pleasurable spasm of the contact, and her extended middle finger located her mother's clitoris and returned the attention, tweaking it as if she was masturbating and she was touching herself.
"Enough! Enough!" Sam Zeigler shouted, his rubbery lips drooling uncontrollably as he watched the mutually subjugated mother and daughter fondling each other's female genitals before him and the vast audience on the other side of the klieg lights. His thick, hirsute body was also on display, and he reveled in the exposure, as his blood-sated and pulsing cock stood rigid and his hand stroked it lightly, causing a smear of his male secretion to form on its tip.
"Now you, Jennifer," he panted with obscenity, "you turn upside and kiss your mother's cunt. That's right, get between her legs!"
Jennifer moaned, but began to slide away… down the trembling form of her whimpering mother, giving a shudder of dull abhorrence at the order. Lonnie raised her head to watch in half-revulsion, half captivation as the nubile voluptuousness of her daughter moved up on all fours… she didn't think that Jennifer could do it, would do it… but the girl was already positioning her lovely young moonshapad buttocks over her face, and Lonnie could see the barely mature long pink slit of her daughter's cunt open slightly, and the crevice widen to show the child's hairless, puckered rosette of her anal opening as Jennifer lowered her shoulders down to her mother's open, defenseless thighs.
Jennifer had always considered the act of oral love between two women as incredibly abhorrent, one of those things which, as a little girl, she never allowed herself to think about, but as she sucked in her breath and took a look at the close up, softly hair-lined lips of her mother's vagina and the enticing pink flesh just beyond which was honey-dewed with sparkling droplets of moisture that her own fingers had raised, and then breathed the musky, perfumed scent, she quivered excitedly, flicked out her tongue and teased the fleshy folds. She heard her mother moan and raise her buttocks up off the bed in involuntary reaction, her body twisting slowly from side to side from the grazing tickle of her daughter's tongue. Jennifer eased her mouth inside the now wet, tingling cleft and found to her humiliation that she got an electrifying stimulation from the delicious contact, and she lashed out everywhere, her pink, wet tongue and lips invading her mother's pussy, forgetting in her excitement where she was, or who was under her, as her mind soaked up the ambrosia of slippery female juices and sensitive flesh which quivered violently under her assaulting mouth.
Her mother groaned from deep within her belly and began to pant explosively from the salacious and unwelcome passions which were flowing out of her convulsed loins. She heard her daughter gasp for air and then with a hungry lurch, bury even her nose back into the wild cavity of her cunt, and she begged the young girl to stop… stop before it was too late… but then she realized that it was too late, that she was no longer just enduring the sweet agony and was enjoying the depraved immersion in her cunt. "Oh, no… no, Jennifer… God, that's enough… oh, no more, please no more…" she begged weakly, and she twisted in the grip of her daughter's increasing voracious tonguing, writhing as Jennifer refused to stop, shamefully aware that she herself was unable to break the open, nibbling mouth which was glued to her insanely responding pussy. Her pleas died in a strangled mixture of a sob and a sigh, and her body convulsed as she wanted and yet didn't want her daughter to stop.
Once more the lust-maddened gangster interrupted. "No more!" Zeigler cried out, and Jennifer withdrew her wet, glistening mouth from her mother's palpitating vagina. "I can't stand it any longer! I've got to have you now!"
"How?" moaned Lonnie, fearing the worst. "How?"
Zeigler's mind raced with combinations of perversions and lewd acts, keeping in the back of his mind that the dog must still have his animalistic way with the lovely, cringing wife… his heart slamming in his chest, his mind awash with the pleasures that flamed in mental images, his chest a bellows emitting grunting sounds, he paused… then chuckled with a lascivious glee which glazed the hearts of both his victims.
"I think I'll have Jennifer suck my cock… something which if I know the football team, she's already well practiced at." Then he groaned and grimaced with ugly, satanic lust. "But first I'll fuck the girl my favorite way… in the ass. I already reamed yours out today, Lonnie-baby, and I don't think your daughter should be deprived of the same thrill, do you?"
Lonnie couldn't believe the absolute pit of depravity she had unwittingly fallen into. Even though her passions had been unnaturally aroused and were coursing through her heated blood in spite of her best efforts to reject the ministrations of her daughter's loving tongue in her cunt, the mother was shocked speechless by the impact of Zeigler's words. God, he was going to sodomize hers and Roger's daughter! The obscene thought of the ravishment about to take place right here a few inches in front of her horrified face caused her to groan and grind her own heated buttocks against the bed, and one look at Jennifer told her that the girl was too far gone in her humiliation and shame and determination to save her father to resist.
"Come here, little girl," Zeigler hissed, crooking his finger at Jennifer. He lay on his muscular back, his massive penis jerking with its swollen erection, and as he thought of what was to follow, new sensual spasms of hazy delight taunted his cock to still higher rigidity. "Yes, come here, my sweet one, come to Big Daddy Sam."
"Yes," sobbed Jennifer mournfully, "yes… but please don't hurt me…" She crawled over the well-lit bed, tears stinging her eyes as she gazed stupefied at his immense cock. But the Negro's on the football team had been larger, she told herself, and if she could take his, she could take anything… A phyyric note of vain hope.
"Now, Jennifer," Zeigler commanded, "squat down over me, facing your dear, loving mother. I want her to see just how brave you are when you feel me up inside your rectum, and how you love cock there after you get used to it. You're just like your mother I bet, and she almost went crazy when I fucked her in the ass."
Jennifer gave an awful look of sadness to her mother, which Lonnie could only return with tear-blurred eyes, and then the girl moved over Zeigler's loins and assumed a semi-squatting position, her white, firm buttocks and the darker shadows of her crevice poised directly above his blunt, aching penis.
Lonnie moaned involuntarily from the lewd scene as Zeigler ran his hands between the girl's legs, his fingers greedily pinching the firm skin of her inner thighs and the smooth cleft between them, and then he parted her trembling buttocks with both hands so that the tiny, virginal anus was visible to Lonnie's gaping eyes. Her own backsides still throbbed from the effects of the gangster's earlier defilement of her rectum, and she knew instinctively that he was doing this to her daughter as a special way to break them both.
"Look at it, Lonnie-baby. Nice and young and hairless." Zeigler taunted the frozen woman. Then he leered up at the quivering back and lower torso of the fifteen-year-old daughter of Roger Carmel and felt her cower as he drew her firm young buttock cheeks wider apart. Then he levered her down… down… pressing the tip of his cock into the tiny, throbbing hole, wet from her inadvertantly aroused excitement. Arching his loins, he raised up slightly, directing his hard instrument straight into the tightly clenching orifice, and Jennifer screamed: "AAAAaaaggg! Uuugh!" and she twisted her buttocks above his thighs, trying to throw the slowly invading cock from her, but he held her firmly and with each buck of her body his prick skewered into her defensively resisting anus another cruel and painful inch. Her mother held her breath and then groaned in empathetic response to her daughter as she saw Jennifer's tiny stretched anus clasping desperately at Zeigler's thick, throbbing cock as he sunk his rod halfway to its hilt, and she knew that her daughter had no more chance of resisting than she, herself, had had that same afternoon.
Jennifer flailed her legs on either side of his as she rocked backwards in agony, and that made her sit on his huge cock with no other support – and she grunted helplessly and dropped to his loins as it slipped unimpeded up into the rubbery depths of her small, child-like rectum. She jerked spasmodically and then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her asshole, knowing it was impossible to fight it, and movement only served to widen and stretch her tiny, hopelessly clutching little anal cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
Zeigler ground his teeth together. "Christ, she's tighter than you were, Lonnie-baby, but damned good!" he hissed, and then he guided her with his massive hands on each outer side of her trembling, young thighs up and down his turgid shaft in long, smooth strokings, bringing groans of pain and humiliation from the teen-ager's tortured lips each time. Lonnie watched mesmerized, moaning in concert with Jennifer's mewls of agony, her eyes a few scant inches from where the gangster's hardened penis was stretching her daughter's backsides and pile-driving rapaciously into her anus. Lonnie could see every detail; the moist long cock wet with its own secretions drawing the ragged pink edges of her daughter's pink sphincter muscle out on the outstroke, then disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly, and the mother got up on her all-fours, her vision totally absorbed by the obscene spectacle of this man sodomizing her only daughter on and on, screwing her from behind and beneath as Jennifer rode bravely up and down on his lust-hardened cock.
And as Lonnie stared in subservient anguish at her helpless child, she began to detect that Jennifer's moaning cries of pain subtly changed to low whines and then to a tone which left no room for doubt! Jennifer was beginning to enjoy it with a strange kind of masochistic pleasure, the same kind that had thrilled her mother to orgasm that afternoon. Perhaps it caused by the very helplessness of her position or from the lewd, obscene thought of being fucked in the ass while being watched by a hundred beady, lust-incensed eyes; but whatever it was, Jennifer was loving it, and her hips started to move of their own volition, meeting the upthrust of Zeigler's cramming prick, her whole, young nubile body undulating in tiny, abandoned circles.
The sight of her daughter, her innocent darling young girl, going stark raving mad the way she was and turning into a sex-crazed female was too much for Lonnie Carmel. She continued to watch the sodomized, ravished Jennifer respond more and more feverishly, and once again she thought of her own reactions this afternoon when she had taken Zeigler's huge cock all the way in her rectum and had pushed back in torrential explosions… and in the loving way one person can feel vicariously for another, she sensed an odd wetness in her own anus as if he was screwing her again instead of her daughter.
Then was added further ambivalence of agony and fascination to heat her loins as Lonnie superimposed the depraved scene she had witnessed the night before on this very same bed, confusing her daughter with the incensed girl of then. It was too much, too damned much for her not to react to, and Roger Carmel's black-haired wife started to mechanically, as if she had no mind of her own, undulate her own body salaciously as weird sensual thoughts grew in her mind, swamping her flesh and fibers; and as she continued to watch the corruption of her daughter, she began to push the fear, the self-guilt, the hatreds out of her head and replace them with desire. Desire – dear God, she was beginning to enjoy the sight of the depraved assault on her young daughter's naked anus! Her belly churned and a tremendous wave of sensual excitement poured over her, inundating all other emotions. Oh God… how could she not enjoy it!
Jennifer Carmel was crooning now, her mind filled with the horrible pleasure billowing from her tortured rectum. She gyrated her buttocks down hard against Zeigler's pelvis in an effort to knowledgeably widen her back passage, and she leaned back against the debauching gangster, her arms resting on the bed at the elbow. Her beautiful black hair-covered pussy was wet and glistening with her excitement now, and her mother could see its long, pink furrow trailing from her quivering young clitoris down to her writhing buttocks where the gangster was massively splitting them with his hard, pumping cock, his hands holding them apart with his urgent and spasming fingers while he buried all of his thick, sensitive shaft in the girl's wide-splayed anus, his heavy balls pulsing in full, erotic view.
Lonnie couldn't have contained her own seething sensations any longer had she wanted to. She crawled the remaining few inches and nuzzled her face in the soft, sweet-smelling pussy of her daughter, returning the liquid embrace of Jennifer's mouth on her vagina by starting her tongue from the tip of Zeigler's testicles, taunting the half-inch of exposed penis not yet swallowed by her child's pulsating, open hole, and upward, finally sucking the inner lips and clitoris of the young excited girl. She reached back between her own legs and massaged her now burning, unquenchably fired cunt, wallowing lewdly in the pleasure of her debasing inability to prevent her wild, desire-maddened body and mind from demanding fulfillment.
The depraved gangster lasciviously watched Lonnie Carmel become subjected to the entrancing sight of the anal fucking he was giving her daughter, and instantly he was spurred on by the absolutely lust-billowing enhancement of Carmel's wife licking his balls and her child's tender pussy. He flexed the shaft of his impaling, thick cock and made a tight, half-choking laugh as Jennifer wailed in pleasure/pain and surged downwards with her rectal fist of soft, pliant flesh, and violent spasms of delection whipped through his loins. Jennifer continued to raise her hips and thighs up and down over Zeigler's plundering cock, and simultaneously press her wet flowering vagina against her mother's wildly sucking mouth while furiously Lonnie lapped her tongue about her daughter's delicious tasting pussy, her own unsated passions building and building until she could hardly breathe.
"You… you want to be fucked, Lonnie-baby?" Zeigler in his ecstasy stammered out to the young wife and mother. "You want to be fucked?"
The answer tumbled out before Lonnie could even consider the lewd question rationally. "Oooh… yes, yessss!"
"Then raise up your ass behind you as high as it will go," he ordered, and he waved his hand in a gesture to one of the guards standing to one side of the stage. "Get ready for the best fuck of your life!"
"Yeas! Yes!" Lonnie cried out, her tongue still buried in her young daughter's now hungrily quivering cunt as she thrust her white, round buttocks as high as she could.
The guard, seeing the signal, released Zeigler's huge German Shepherd dog, and the great beast surged for the bed, his tail wagging and his thick, long tongue lolling as the specially bred animal salivated with the remembered pleasures his master had trained him to perform. Fang leaped on the bed and headed straight for the provocatively waving buttocks of the woman.
I don't care… I don't care any longer… as lewd and despicable as this is, I can't help myself… And then the wife of Roger Carmel felt the additional weight on the bed behind her, and she turned, wondering who her lover would be, but not really caring so long as he had a long, hard cock to fill her hungry, seething womb. And then she came back to reality as she saw the dog. Oh God! It's that dog from last night! Lonnie screamed out in undiluted horror as the great, panting brute growled the same, menacing way he had when he had subdued the young girl to hopeless subjugation. Lonnie could do nothing except freeze, her hand still deeply impaled in her masturbated cunt as Fang lowered his head to her defenseless, upturned buttocks.
"Oh God, somebody, help me!" the lovely young wife mewled in helpless horror.
"Oh Lord!" Roger Carmel blurted out. "It's Lonnie! My wife's out there… and Jennifer too! And… and…"
Oliss finished the choked-off sentence. "And Sam Zeigler, the man who my detective said has been fucking your wife. Look at him, Roger. Look at what that bastard is doing to your daughter!"
Carmel looked wildly out the window of the little second-floor room Oliss had led him to, then around at Martin trying to swallow his obvious lustful and malevolent pleasure at the carnality going on out there, and his depraved wife, Cylvia, who was sprawled on one of the low couches with a Cheshire cat grin all over her smug face.
"It's just like I told you, Roger," Oliss' blonde and lovely wife said throatily, "I thought there was something… terrible and hideous about Zeigler, and I followed him tonight. He picked up your wife and daughter and brought them here. I… can't tell you how sorry I am to have been a party to this horror… but Zeigler is a bastard… I couldn't help myself, though I know I'd never have allowed myself to fall so thoroughly under his spell as your wife and child obviously have."
Lying hitch! Roger Carmel's tortured mind screamed. They all set up this circus of perversion! His mind whirled with the total nightmare of what hen and countless other people – were viewing, and all his brain could fathom was that Lonnie and Jennifer weren't really out on that bed, but they were! Oh Lord, they were! His face grew blue with rage and sickness as he watched first Lonnie, completely enslaved by a giant German Shepherd, her trembling white body spread face down on the bed while the brute's thick tongue slithered into the exposed crevice between his adored wife's smooth-ivory buttocks. Roger gulped aloud, and he stared horror-stricken at his child-like, innocent Jennifer being pummeled by a man older than Roger, and not even in her tender vagina, either, but in her anus! His own teenage daughter was being sodomized in front of him – and liking it; both wife and daughter were liking it, performing together in the lewdest of debauches… and… before a depraved, lusting audience!
In the back of his blindingly fogged mind Roger Carmel thanked God that at least he had been forewarned of this treachery by Kim Copeland, and that he had prepared himself a little bit by assuming the worst possible thing that could happen would be catching his wife making love to Zeigler in private… if he had come upon this prurient exhibition cold, the way Martin and his wife had plotted he would, he knew that he would have gone out of his mind in one searing second of comprehension!
And then, if that wasn't enough punishment for the unsuspecting husband and father to witness, Zeigler gnashed his teeth suddenly and jerked Jennifer off his turgid, slick cock, and rolling her around with a sadistic grin implanted on his face, took the young child by the hair brutally and thrust forward to rim his thick, glistening penis deep into her gaping mouth. Roger held his breath in wretching pain, fearing that his teenage daughter would choke to death from the sheer size of the gangster's cock buried between her lips, but to his amazement, Jennifer not only swallowed the shaft greedily, but began to suck it hungrily while Zeigler fucked into her tightly locked mouth like it was another cunt. And Carmel caught the look on his wife's face as she watched in envy as their teen-age daughter slavered with all her vigor on the alien penis fucking her tiny, clasping mouth. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of lust that sent a shiver through both her parents, and Lonnie began to gyrate her own naked body back against the lapping tongue of the German Shepherd behind her.
Cylvia Oliss said something to Roger but Carmel was too engrossed with the incredible unfolding of the next horrifying act. The dog was mounting his wife from behind now, paws wrapping around her waist as if she was a bitch in heat, and Carmel could plainly see the brute's glistening scarlet penis jerked and danced from its furry sheath as it slid along her vaginal slit in search of her pink, clasping cuntal hole. The husband held his breath as did the Olisses beside him and the other spectators in their little rooms as the massive dog bucked at Lonnie's wide-spread buttock cheeks and bared its jaws and growled in his attempt to skewer her on his hot, still growing animal prick. A groan of abject disbelief came from Roger Carmel as Lonnie reached back between her wide-spread legs and grasped the dog's slippery rod of beastial flesh and guided its glistening tip to her moist, throbbing cuntal slit… and then the huge animal humped forward and buried its canine penis deep in the lovely wife and mother's squirming pussy mouth until it was interred to its full extent and the hairy testicles swung lewdly below into her wetly matted pubic hair.
"Great Heaven above!" Martin Oliss exclaimed in fascination. "Look at her! You see what I mean now, Roger? You don't have any choice except to submit to Zeigler. You tell him about your invention and whatever hold he has over your wife and kid will be broken. It's the only thing you can do, Roger; believe me, you don't have any choice."
Only thing to do… no choice… no choice… Roger Carmel laughed shrilly and hysterically at the revolting words of the traitorous Martin Oliss. No choice? The hell there wasn't! He'd show them! He'd show Martin and Cylvia and Zeigler, he'd show Jerome Quarren if he was in the audience, he'd show his wife and daughter, he'd show everybody what choice he had, including that damned dog out there!
Carmel couldn't stand it any longer. Reeling like a wild, uncontrolled animal, incensed by all of the plotting and lewd seductions of his family, intent on punishing the whole world for what he had become a victim of, he turned from the window and stumbled out the door, into the hallway.
Oliss stared in complete bewilderment at the departing, maniacally laughing man, bewildered by this odd turn of events. He said to his wife: "What the hell is Roger up to?"
Cylvia, her gaze still wrapped in the lust-provoking performance on the bed, didn't turn her head but said, "I don't know and right now I don't care! God, would you look at those two girls go! Mother and daughter teams really work the best. Ohhh, I wish Tamera was here right now! My cunt is steaming for a good licking and – God, Martin, look! It's… it's Roger! He's running out on stage! And… and he's naked!"
The lust contorting sight caused Sam Zeigler to drive his cock farther into the passionate teenaged girl's face, and he stared down at her lips pulling out grotesquely and clinging to his hardened penis as the Carmel child sucked it hungrily, while next to them his monster dog, Fang, fucked Lonnie Carmel with a long, animal shaft which sent the woman's buttocks grinding back in wild tempoed fury. Then his attention was shifted by a slight scurry of muffled shouts, the scuffle of shoes, and a groan which he recognized as having come from the guard at the stage entrance… and then Roger Carmel came dashing into view, naked as the day he was born… and Christ, he had the biggest hard-on that Zeigler had ever seen!
The first thought was one of terror, and for a moment, the gangster missed a beat and staggered, almost pulling his erect cock out of Jennifer's young mouth, but then Roger Carmel was on the bed with him, a leering, crazed grin on his contorted face, a demoniacal laugh coming from his slack-jawed mouth.
"Carmel! What the hell!"
"Shut up and fuck, you bastard!" Carmel roared. "You don't have a Goddamned thing on me or my wife! To hell with you! To hell with everybody!" He stood and pranced around the bed, waving his hard, blood-turgid shaft in all directions, cackling insanely.
Lonnie Carmel's head whirled in terror and humiliation, and she froze in her pumpings against the dog's enormous prick. "Roger!" she moaned in mortification at her husband seeing her and their daughter like this, naked and shamelessly perverting every sacrament of marriage and decency. She lowered her head to the bed, sobbing, the shame of hers and Jennifer's broken and used bodies blotting out the comprehension of what her husband was doing in his insane, perverted dance of naked exhibition.
"It's all right, honey," Roger said, coming back to her. "Everything's going to be all right. Zeigler and the Olisses don't have a hold on you or Jennifer or me any longer. Don't you see? We do it as a family, together, and what the hell can they do? Don't you see? It's the perfect answer!"
"Carmel, you damned fool, what the hell…"
"Stop your spluttering, Zeigler. You're not getting my invention," the once meek husband spat at him contemptuously. "Now start fucking my daughter in the mouth, if you want, because I'm going to really show you an act tonight. You want a mother-daughter team? Well, Zeigler, you bastard, you're going to get a mother-daughter-father team, and at no extra cost!"
"Yes, father! Fuck me! Fuck me in my cunt!" babbled Jennifer around the huge thick cock in her mouth, and she squirmed her beautiful vibrant, tender buttocks back and spread them wider, her first impact of shame and humiliation gone in the wanton depravity of the incestual desire. She loved her father, loved him more than ever for what he was doing to salvage their family and she wanted him inside her, to feel his long, hard cock cum, for it was a cock she loved and not one of so many strange, uncaring penises which had visciously violated her innocent body. Her father groaned and slipped his hand in her flowering, wet pussy as he kneeled down behind her, and then his prick made electrical contact with the soft, sparse pubic hair covering the slim folds of her tender, adolescent vagina, and with one hand, the daughter reached under her body and her fingers lovingly guided his thick cock to the warm moist flanges of her now well-educated little cuntal hole.
Roger felt the softness of his child's curly soft lining of pubic hair tease around his aching penis as it entered her. He had lost all sense of modesty or decency with the driving luridness that Zeigler and the Olisses had unwittingly instigated in him and which had boiled once today with the mad fucking of Kim Copeland and which now threatened to overflow the very barriers of his sanity with the lewd, ruttish sight of his wife being willingly raped by a vicious animal and his daughter voraciously sucking the hardened cock of the most obscene man in town. Unable to contain himself, the new Roger Carmel erupted in his now-changed emotional and rational being, and he threw back his head and rammed his heavy, pulsating penis into his kneeling daughter like a battering ram, deeper and deeper until he felt the white soft cheeks of Jennifer's wide-split buttocks flatten out against his belly. He convulsively reached forward and clasped his hands around her narrow, wasp-like young waist and held her tightly to him, relishing the low, dragging moan of ecstasy which came from her lips as he surged into her with long, deep strokes… into the wet, palpitating slit between her thighs which hollowed and shook with the desire to milk her father of his sperm… the sperm which had once created her in her mother's womb.
Lonnie felt the pit of her stomach hot and moist and the savage force of the doffs brutal cock ramming into her as she heard her husband's wild denial of Zeigler's rapacious, depraved threat to her and her family. With blurry eyes she gazed with fondness and love as Roger drove his penis deep into the walls of their teen-age daughter's cunt, and she knew then that all was well, that her loved ones would be with her, all together from then on, and breathing a sigh of relief, Lonnie began to once more move rhythmically backwards to meet the German Shepherd's supreme thrusts, her lust-twisted mouth moaning words of encouragement.
"We're together," she panted, grunting under the animal strokes, "We're really together… oh, I love you… both… yes, yes… and we'll stay a family…" Lonnie knew that her mouth was open and pouring what she felt at the deepest depths of her soul, but at the same time the rolling thunder of sensation made her disembodied and free, and she undulated her buttocks in salaciously lewd circles, abandoning herself completely as she watched the lascivious trio next to her to the erotic pleasures of the beastial fucking this wonderful dog was pounding into her from the rear. Now, wantonly delirious with her release from subjugation she could truly revel in the delights of the brutish monster and she heaved her thighs and loins against the dog's hairy, hammering body, feeling as if she was a quivering mass of animal flesh herself, and the mounting pressure in her belly and cunt signaled that her rising, impending orgasm was almost there.
Roger Carmel pumped his cock from behind into his daughter's widely stretched and open cunt, and he saw with gazed eyes the obscene picture of Jennifer being buffeted between himself and the gangster in a subservient kneeling position, and Zeigler's huge, thick rod ramming in and out between her sucking, fish-like lips, while her long, black hair disheveled and flowed down over her head and her firm, young white breasts bobbed below her heaving chest. Her father grinned triumphantly at Zeigler and taunted out at him: "Enjoy this while you can, you bastard, because you aren't going to have any more of it! You fucked up solid, Zeigler, and this is your consolation prize! Hah! My daughter your consolation prize!" He thought that was very funny and he roared with laughter and surged into Jennifer mercilessly, until his daughter could only loll limply between the two carnally incited men, allowing herself to be used as they would, following their increasing tempo by the hungry swirling of her tongue around Zeigler's almost exploding cock.
Beside him, Carmel could see his lovely wife, Lonnie in the salacious scene of her twisting her head from side to side, screwing her buttocks back greedily against the German Shepherd like a demon-bitch with distemper, and the giant dog's tongue hanging from his mouth as he fucked into the wavering buttocks, saliva dripping down onto the sweat lining Carmel's wife's sweat-shining back.
Then: "Now, Dad… oh now, I'm going to cum now!" Roger heard his writhing daughter moan from beneath him, and the rhythm of his and Zeigler's lewd double-fucking increased with her piteous cries of climax, faster and faster until he tore every last inch of his cock into her cunt. "Fuck back! Oh, Jennifer, fuck your daddy back!" as he felt her buck and moan and tremble with the raging tornado of her young, inexperienced body's release and his own impending orgasm swiftly approaching.
A deep, inhuman cry erupted from the gangster's throat and he locked his hands hard around the back of Roger's daughter's head, drawing his penis deep down until all Roger Carmel could see was a small bit of Zeigler's pubic base protruding wet and glistening from Jennifer's sucking lips. He gazed in fascinated awe as her throat tightened and untightened in great desperate gulps as she swallowed the hot, sticky flood that Zeigler spewed into her mouth, her cheeks bloating as her throat filled and emptied, filled and emptied in the attempt to rid her mouth of the flooding white sperm pulsating hotly up into it. At the same time he felt the deliriously sensual gush of his child's orgasmic secretions swirl warmly around his own cock in her still-spasming young vagina, and her juices flowed out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded penis and down the softness of her uptilted cuntal split and his sac of swaying, sperm-filled testicles.
Lonnie screamed suddenly and her husband turned to stare in still more wonderment as his wife's firm rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably with her climactic upheaval. The doff thrust his canine prick deep up into her and jack-hammer lunges pounded her flooding cunt, and then Lonnie felt the animal's stream of hot alien cum squirting in thin streaming jets, ricocheting against the innersides of her wildly contracting vagina, and its steaming heat setting her off. She screamed again and thrust her ass back toward the animal's expending penis as it continued to empty into her rippling belly with unbelievable force. Her stomach quaked and her thighs trembled, and her brain reeled insanely with the sensual reactions traversing her spine, all reality nothing but a blank, black shroud around her brain.
Roger Carmel saw thick, white ooze burst from around the flowering lips of his beloved wife's lust-clenched cunt as she squeezed and milked the dog's still ramming cock, forming trails of viscid liquid that ran down in lewd rivulets, wetting the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. Lonnie displayed in shameless abandonment all of her semen-soaked pubic hair and pink vaginal flesh as she pitched forward onto her face, exhausted, and the rapidly deflating penis of the animal slipped from her willingly ravaged cunt with a slightly sibilant pop.
Roger Carmel clenched his teeth shut and felt his testicles erupt like firebases, and his hot seed shot into his daughter's hungrily milking little womb, far, far up in her quivering young belly, and her father ground his pelvis into her churning buttocks and dug his cock-head deeper into the walls of her dilated pussy as he continued to spew his lewd load of incestual cum hard against the inner cavern of Jennifer's child-like cunt. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end, and Zeigler's limp, expunged cock slipped from her tender lips, and her father could see thin, sticky strings of the gangster's hot sperm still connecting the teen-ager's mouth with the bloated, red tip of his penis.
Jennifer Carmel groaned and relaxed, and only her father's hands at the juncture of her waist held her upright as he strained to empty the last of his cum inside her. Then he released his child and she slithered forward, his own shrinking penis sliding from her wet, flooded hole of her vagina, and she lay half-comatose across the loins and chest of Sam Zeigler, her own slim, nubile legs still wide apart, a last tempting view of her young pussy glistering in the overhead lights.
"Jesus, Lonnie, I love you," he murmured to his satiated, smiling wife, falling on his side and kissing her fondly on one sweat-slick breast.
"Thanks, Roger," she whispered in return, "thanks for saving me, your daughter… us. You, you seem so different tonight somehow. So much more a human and involved person. I don't understand, I'm just glad this nightmare is over and we're together again."
"Someday I'll tell you what happened," Roger grinned at her. "For now, let's just say that I saved myself as well. Or, more correctly, I found myself, all of me. And," he added, looking with loving eyes over at his sweet, cherubic daughter, curled up and almost asleep, "and, yes, I found my family."
Zeigler groaned and rolled over and glared balefully at Carmel. "I may have been screwed out of my invention," he gasped, "but at least I got the fucking of my life. That's more than I can say for Martin Oliss at this point."
"He's never going to get that fucking, either," Lonnie Carmel promised. "Consider yourself one of the lucky few."
"Correction," her husband said with a lewd smile. "One of the lucky many. You don't think we're ever going to end all this do you?"