It was the evening of the same day, about nine o'clock and Patty and her mother were sitting in the living room. Paula was pretending to read a book while she covertly watched Patty playing lovingly with Champ. Little prickles of sensation rippled over Paula's flesh as she remembered the way Champ had sunk his huge cock to the hilt in her daughter's eager vagina. She wondered if they were going to have to get rid of the dog. You just couldn't have a dog around that made love to human women. Or could you?
Paula had trouble keeping her eyes off the furry sheath hanging down from Champ's lean belly that housed his immense weapon. She wondered how it would feel…
Damn! She couldn't let herself think this way. She had her daughter to think of. Something had to be done and done fast before Patty got into trouble. She was only fifteen years old and could hardly be expected to know what she was doing. Paula thought of herself at fifteen. Yes, she had already begun sleeping with boys then. She could hardly remember when she hadn't slept with boys. But she also remembered the heartaches and eventually the ridicule when the word had begun to go around that she was an easy conquest. She wanted to spare Patty that.
It wasn't so bad with the Peters boy, but Paula wondered if Patty had been sleeping with others. That performance she had witnessed this afternoon made the young girl look like a pro. Mmmmmm, the Peters boy, Paula mused, remembering his nakedly strong young body and the size of his penis – amazing for such a young boy. God, it would feel good in her, Paula thought to herself, and as young as he was he could cum time after time… damn, damn, damn, how could she blame her daughter when she herself was thinking this way. Something had to be done and done now!
"Patty," she said more sharply than she intended.
"Yes, Mom?" Patty answered looking up with a trace of a blush. She, too, had been thinking about this afternoon, remembering every delicious sensation, every passionate moment. She sensed that she had reached some kind of point of no return in her life. Things would never be the same, and in a way she had her beloved Champ to thank. He was the first who had shown her what sensual pleasure could really be like. And, of course, Danny. Her heart warmed with passionate young love as she thought of him and his strong male body. She supposed in a way she even owed something to that sadistic brute, Hank Jones. But she shuddered as she thought of his coarseness and hoped she never saw the man again. That was when her mother called her name, and the young girl wondered if she had been reading her mind. There was such a strange edge to her voice.
"Patty, I…" Paula didn't know how to continue. The blonde teenager immediately became a little apprehensive, wondering if her mother could possibly know what she had been doing. Maybe Hank had told her. Paula tried again.
"Patty, I know I may not have been the best mother for the last few months, but I'm worried about you. I think maybe you haven't… been as careful lately as you might have."
The young girl's heart sank. Oh God! Mother did know. "I-I… what do you mean?"
Paula hated what she was doing but didn't know any other way. "I think you know what I mean," she said, not daring to name it herself yet. "This afternoon…"
Paula broke off in surprise as Champ suddenly got to his feet, his hackles rising, his ears laid back and a low ominous growl coming from deep in his throat.
The big dog had been nervous for the last few minutes, as if some sixth sense were warning him of trouble. His sharp nose began to detect a well-remembered odor. And then there was a movement at the window.
It was Hank!
Champ went crazy. He lunged to the window, but it was already empty. Then he ran to the front door, snarling, and crashing his heavy body against the wood as if he were going to batter it down. Paula called out in alarm.
"Patty, what's wrong with Champ?" She got up from her chair and went over to the door and tried to pull the enraged dog away from it, but it was useless. Champ began to bark now, his loud cry reverberating throughout the house.
"There must be something out there," Paula said. "Maybe we'd better go out and see."
"No, no," Patty cried, leaping to her feet. "Please don't open the door, Mother." She knew that only Hank could make Champ behave this way, and she was afraid he would carry out his threat to shoot the animal if he got the chance.
"Don't be silly," Paula said, not understanding. "Champ will protect us if someone's out there." Without waiting for an answer she opened the door and started to go outside, but Champ shot past her, almost knocking her down, savage hate filling his animal heart.
Nearly a half-hour before, Hank Jones had slowly approached the Edwards' place. He stood at the foot of the drive, screened from view by the shade of some trees as he stared at the cheerful lights in the windows of the house, hate and lust battling for dominance in his twisted heart.
The lighted windows told him at least one of the women who were to be his victims tonight were home. He wondered which it was; the sensuously mature mother or the hot little teen-age daughter. Or both! That would be the jackpot, Hank thought to himself. He wondered if he would be so lucky.
But first he had to do something about that damn dog. He moved cautiously up the driveway, stopping at the door of the tool-shed. Yes, this might do, he thought. The old half-rotten door was made of horizontal planks nailed over a frame of two-by-fours. He pried experimentally at the bottom boards. They were loose! He tugged a little harder and the boards came off with a slight squeak of rusty nails. Now there was a low opening at the bottom of the narrow door about eighteen inches high, just what he needed for his plan.
Hank went back out into the soft warm night air. It was time for the dangerous part. He walked up to the house, still moving silently because he didn't want to be noticed until he was ready. He knew the dog would sense his presence soon enough. He was at the wall of the house now and slid carefully along it until he was standing next to the living room window. He peered in cautiously. They were both there, both the women!
Hank gloated silently to himself. This was going to be a night he would long remember, he thought to himself. And those two proud bitches in there would remember it too, he would make sure of that. He had a few scores to settle. He had received a phone call from Paula earlier in the day saying she didn't want to see him anymore. She had hung up on him when he started calling her names. Well, she wouldn't hang up on him this time.
There! The dog had seen him! He watched Champ get to his feet, his fangs bared and his fur bristling. This had better work or he was going to be in real trouble.
He began to run for the tool shed, knowing that Paula would probably open the door to investigate, and Champ would be after him in a flash. Sure enough, he heard the front door open behind him. Paula called hesitantly, "Who's there," and the dog raced around her like a bullet, fierce barks and growls coming from his throat. Damn, he had really played this one close, maybe too close!
He could sense the dog gaining on him in the dark and, putting on a final burst of speed, he dodged into the tool shed, slamming the shortened door behind him. He could hear the heavy body of the dog slam against the door and knew it would be only an instant before the German shepherd found the opening at the bottom. Hank reached down and picked up the heavy club he had left leaning against the tool shed wall just as he heard the enraged animal beginning to struggle through the narrow opening. He switched on a small flashlight he was holing in his left hand and saw that Champ had his head and shoulders through the door already. Hank swung down hard with the club, once, twice, his lips twisting in glee as the trapped animal gave a high-pitched yelp of pain from the hard wood smashed brutally against his skull.
Hank had the club poised high to strike again but saw that his victim was not moving. He would have liked to batter the fucking dog until his arm was too tired for another blow, but he knew he had to move fast before the women became alarmed enough to call the police. He jerked open the door, hearing the rough planking scrape mercilessly over the dog's back and ran back outside, heading for the house.
"Champ, Champ, what's the matter?" Paula called nervously out into the dark. Patty stood framed against the light behind her in the doorway, her hand at her throat. Then she made a move as if to go outside to see what had happened to her beloved Champ. Paula grabbed her arm.
"No," she said. "Get inside fast and let's call the police."
But they were too late. A huge form came bounding out of the dark just as the two women went inside. Paula tried desperately to close the door, but Hank's bulk was too much for her, and she went reeling across the room as the door crashed back against the wall. Patty had the phone in her hand and was desperately dialing until Hank snatched the instrument from her hand and ripped it from the wall with one powerful movement.
They stood there for a moment in a silent tableau, all three breathing hard. Then a slow leering grin spread over Hank's ugly face.
"Thanks for inviting me in," he said sarcastically. "I was wondering what I was goin' to do with myself tonight."
"What's happened to Champ?" Patty asked, dreading the answer.
Hank was about to say that her lousy mutt wouldn't be bothering anybody anymore, but then he changed his mind. The threat had worked before, so…
"You want to see that son-of-a-bitch again, you cooperate just like you did before," he snarled. Oh God, Patty thought, was it going to happen again?
"Wh-What do you mean?" she heard her mother say in confusion.
"Well it's this way, Paula baby," Hank said with a sneer. "While you were off running around the big city this morning, little Patty and me, we had a good time here at the old homestead. And I'll tell ya, you ain't got nothin' she ain't got."
Patty saw with a sinking feeling the sick look on her mother's face.
"He made me," she cried. "He said he would kill Champ if I didn't." She almost wished she had kept silent as she saw a terrible expression of rage and hatred come over her mother's face.
"You dirty beast," Paula swore as she came at Hank, clawing at his face. Hank easily sidestepped and his heavy palm crashed against Paula's face, knocking her across the room where she fell against the couch.
"Now let's get this straight. There ain't goin' to be no playin' around tonight. I feel you two broads owe me something for the shitty way you treat me, and I'm willin' to take it out in trade. And don't think," he snarled as Paula's mouth started to open again, "that you can threaten me with the law. I got in some big trouble today, and I'm on my way out of town. It'll go a lot easier on you if you don't give me no lip. I got nothin' to lose, and I don't think either one of you would like to see the other busted up."
His words were met by a numb silence of hopeless fear. Both mother and daughter knew they were the trapped victims of this horrible man, his to do with as he wanted. Hank sensed his victory gloatingly.
"Wh-What are you going to do?" Patty asked in a fear-filled voice breaking the strained silence.
"I'm gonna fuck ya, fuck ya both," Hank said triumphantly.
"Oh no," Paula broke in. "Let Patty go! I'll do anything you want."
"Will you suck my cock? Will you let me fuck ya in the ass?" Hank sneered.
"Oh, yes, anything, anything, only let my daughter go," the desperate mother pleaded.
"No dice," Hank said with a cruel laugh, enjoying his sadistic torturing of the two women. "Okay, enough chitchat. Both of you take off your clothes while I watch." Both Paula and Patty hesitated, very aware of each other's presence, hesitant to be shamed in front of one another. Hank stepped quickly forward and cruelly twisted Patty's arm behind her until she cried out with the pain. Paula started forward to help her, but the menacing look in Hank's blood-shot eyes made her stop.
"Well, what'll it be, a broken arm or your clothes?" He let go of Patty's arm and sank back into an easy chair with a chortle of delight as both the women immediately started to remove their clothes. His eyes fastened on Patty as she slowly reached up behind her to unfasten the zipper of her dress. Her fingers moved numbly as she slipped the dress down over her shoulders and stepped out of it, tossing it on the couch behind her. She was standing before him now clad in only her brassiere and little white bikini panties. Her mother behind her was already fumbling with the clasp of her own brassiere. Hank's heavy shaft began to jerk inside his pants as more and more succulent flesh became exposed in front of him. God, they were stripping for him, and in a few moments he would be using those beautifully naked bodies for any pleasures he wanted. The fact that he would be violating both mother and daughter in front of each other added a strange air of lewd excitement to the brutal act.
"Come on now, snap it up," he taunted. "I want to see those cunts. Let's get those tits out, and those asses!" Both of the women blushed under the humiliating barrage of his words.
Hank saw mother and daughter removing their brassiere at the same moment. He couldn't believe the voluptuous sight that unfolded before his eyes. Both sets of breasts came unleashed at once in an upthrust magnificence that momentarily left him spellbound. He'd never noticed it before, but it was amazing how the bodies of his two victims resembled each other despite the difference in their ages. Paula's body was a little more lush, a little more mature, but Patty's made up for it with her firm young suppleness. They both had large breasts but firm, soft globes of lush satiny flesh peaked at the tips with berry-like nipples. Damn, they were perfect!
Finally the last of their garments lay at their feet, and they waited, trembling, beautiful, narrow-waisted, and wide-hipped, with delicately tapering thighs framing the soft pussy hair sparsely covering their vibrant loins. Hank stared at the beautiful pair until he could stand it no longer.
"Come over here, you," he ordered, pointing to the teenaged Patty. His voice was hoarse and he could hardly get the words out. "You come over on the side and watch," he said to Paula. Patty began to cautiously approach him while Paula seemed rooted to the spot.
"Too slow, you sluts!" Hank roared surging to his feet. "When I say move I mean move now!" He unbuckled his heavy belt and stripped it from his waist, holding it in his hand like a long whip.
"I think we need a little obedience training," he sneered. "Down on your knees and crawl both of you!" The belt snaked out and wrapped around the soft flesh of Patty's naked hip. She let out a little yelp and got down on all fours as quickly as she could. Paula followed suit despite the rising tide of rage inside her, not wanting her daughter to get hurt. They both began to move in that humiliating position across the carpet, afraid of the tong belt held in Hank's powerful hand.
"Faster, faster, you bitches. I want to see those tits shake. You're gonna have to learn a little respect," he snarled and suddenly flicked the belt to catch Paula with just the tip on her left buttock. She groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his commands more quickly as she began to sob under the utter degradation they were being subjected to. Even worse, was the humiliation of knowing she was unable to help her own daughter against this human animal who was torturing them both. They were moving like automatons now, following the harsh commands as quickly as they could to escape the stinging lash. Their nakedly rounded buttocks began to glow with the welts, and with each further move the pain grew.
"Okay, now you're acting smart," Hank said with an evil grin after he'd driven the women around the room several times on their knees. Once again he walked over and sat down in the chair.
"Okay, c'mon baby," he said, indicating Patty. "You're gonna give Big Daddy some of those sweet little lips." The confused young girt hesitated for just a second and the cruel belt whistled through the air again, landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She cried out and leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between them, then slid down in the chair until just his heavy buttocks were resting on the edge. As the terrified young teenager crawled between his knees, he tangled one hand in her long blonde hair and pulled her head down, at the same time grinding his groin up against her face so she could feel the hardness of his already erect penis through the material of his pants. Patty closed her eyes in bitter submission, knowing that it was useless to struggle.
"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed from between tightly clenched teeth, twisting her hair until Patty thought he would tear it out by the roots. She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, anxious to escape further pain. Knowing he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her, she moved desperately to please him, fumbling with the zipper on his pants to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.
"Hurry it up, you little slut, hurry it up," Hank shouted cruelly from above her when she had difficulty in unzipping his fly. "I'm gonna cum in my pants before you even get there."
The frightened teenager fumbled for another moment and finally the huge fleshy instrument burst free. Hank grabbed her hand and wrapped it around her thick pulsating hardness, skinning it back so that the giant, red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her staring eyes. Then his hands were at her lips prying her mouth open and the hot spongy flesh of his cock tip rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full awesome length of the rigid member. It was huge!
The nakedly crouched girl hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her body being used again as a receptacle of lust by this cruel man and of the lewd shaft he was going to ram down her unwilling throat. It had been different with Danny. There been an atmosphere of love and tenderness between them, and she had been eager to have him cum in her waiting mouth… but not this vile beast!
Suddenly, the trembling young girl knew she couldn't force herself to take this vile thing between her lips. Again the belt lashed through the air and stung across her buttocks, causing her to open her mouth in pained protest. As her lips parted in sudden shock, the thick pole of pulsating flesh rammed forward into the sanctity of her mouth. She could feel the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, the droplets of excited pre-ejaculate seeping from the tiny glans slot at the tip filling her cheeks with the pungent taste of his sperm. Her tormentor's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his thick cock sliding in and out of her ovalled mouth with a wet sucking sound as he guided her head with his meaty fingers entangled in her hair.
Hank motioned and Paula moved closer. The unwilling young blonde mother watched with horror the puffing of her daughter's cheeks as Hank thrust his brutally thick cock in and out between Patty's clasping lips. She shuddered with each new grunt the big man made as he rammed into the kneeling teenager's helplessly trapped face.
Dropping the belt on the floor, he reached up to jerk Paula to her knees beside the chair and began to run his rough hands over her smooth naked flesh, letting them rove over the full ivory breasts, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness. He ran his palm down the sides of her body, over the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips, his fingers hungrily kneading the mother's flesh as he watched his thick white penis sawing into the daughter's wide-stretched lips. Hank was out of his mind with excitement as he abused the two captive women kneeling submissively in fright before him.
As Patty's wetly ovalled lips slid up and down on the thick cock, she could see small tufts of his dark pubic hair curling out around the base where his penis reared out of the open fly. Out of the comer of her eye she could see Hank's right hand submitting her mother's body to terrible indignities. Nothing mattered now except to get this horrible ordeal ever with and to do that she had to please this cruel man. So she began sucking in earnest, running her tongue wetly around and around the hot lubricated head and teasing the tiny open slit of the long heated organ. She could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and was about to erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of gagging sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream of cum. If he wanted her to suck, she would suck! If he wanted her to fuck, she would fuck! The very helplessness of her position began to cause weird masochistic sensations to invade her tortured mind. Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until it collapsed in depleted exhaustion.
Hank groaned and twisted above the nakedly kneeling young girl, raining obscenities down on the top of her bobbing head and watching with delight her tightly ovalled lips straining at his penis. At the same time he was playing his right hand over Paula's voluptuousness like a sex-crazed fiend, twisting and squeezing brutally at the milky softness of her flesh until small red welts appeared where he had touched. Then his hand descended to the crevice of her buttocks and delved deeply between the twin moons, sending goose-bumps running to the tips of her breasts. His fingers curled down deeper and began to rummage in her wetly heated vaginal slit up between her thighs. He could feel them dilating involuntarily to his touch.
Hank moistened the tip of his middle finger in her moist cuntal furrow and slowly stroked it up the crevice toward her tight little anus while he mumbled in incoherent excitement at having complete mastery over these two voluptuous bodies.
The tip of his outstretched slippery finger started to circle teasingly around the tight anal ring guarding the entrance to her rectum and, with a sudden thrust, sank deep inside. Paula jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain of the thick callused finger probing fat into the cringing depths of her nether passage. A low groan of protest came from her lips as he dug deeper and deeper into the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe. In all her years of sexual experience she had never had anything thrust up her anus, but despite the initial pain she began to sense the beginnings of an odd masochistic pleasure deep up inside her invaded belly. She was even able to see a certain lewd fascination in the sight of her innocent daughter's sucking lips clasped tightly around their ravisher's huge penis.
Great swirls of heat were beginning to build in Hank's tightly swollen testicles, and he knew he would cum any second. It was a tremendous temptation for him to shoot his hot load right down this little blonde bitch's throat while her mother watched, writhing on the end of his finger shoved up her ass. But he didn't want to waste it, not yet. He had some more fun and games for these two snotty broads. He jerked his finger from Paula's rectum with a loud pop and pushed Patty's slaving mouth away from his wildly excited cock.
"You'll have to wait for your dinner, chick," he sneered down at her. "You suck cock like an old lady eating ice cream." He thought he saw a slight look of disappointment on her lovely young face. It was all he could do to keep from ramming his cock back into the saliva-warm depths of her young mouth and ending it right then and there. But no, there was still plenty of time.
"All right, lay down on the floor, both of you," Hank said, his voice thick from the excitement of what he knew he was going to do to them next. He'd always wanted to see two women make love and now was his chance.
"Not that way," he snarled as the two women slumped wearily to the floor, "head to toe." He reached down and maneuvered Patty until she and her mother were facing each other, the loins of each opposite the face of the other. They did not yet comprehend what he was going to force them to do.
"Okay, baby," he said to Paula, "I know you suck cock like a champ so let's see how you eat pussy." He pushed the beautiful young mother's shocked face towards the "vee" up between Patty's legs, "Come on, look at that tasty little pussy. You should thank me for the opportunity." He held his fist in front of her sickened eyes, the heavy leather belt dangling from it.
"You don't do what I say," he snarled, "you both get the buckle end of this until it cuts through your flesh down to the bone."
Paula knew she had to do it, but how could she commit this revolting act with her own daughter? She finally got up the courage to took quickly up at Patty's eyes and to her amazement saw a kind of hidden lust there. She thought she detected a little sob of expectation from the golden-haired girl as her nakedly curved body shuddered.
A tremor of perverted sensuality abruptly rippled through Paula's belly at the lewd proximity of their faces to each other's vaginal flesh. She had never before really noticed how lovely her daughter was. She stared in enraptured awe at Patty's beautifully flared hips, at her proudly upthrust breasts with their tiny hardened pink nipples, the slenderness of her dipping waist, but mostly at the nearly concealed pouting lips of her pink-slitted cunt behind its soft screen of golden curls. God, and those flawless legs… those breathtaking thighs…! She had to touch, to feel.
"Patty… baby…" she said softly as one hand reached slowly out towards her daughter. Patty could not manage an answer at the moment. She was completely befuddled by the wild mixture of sensations racing through her awakening belly and loins as she looked at her beautiful mother lying in such enticing nakedness next to her. She could not untangle the maze of emotions pounding madly at the inside of her skull, and it did not help when the older woman's hand began gently stroking over her sensuous breast. For a long moment the trembling teenager was unable to move, her body tingling electrically as the stroking hand brushed maddeningly over the hardened nipple. She could not keep her body from twisting a little.
"Mom…" Patty breathed. A mood of deep tenderness spread over Paula as she saw her daughter's eyes grow soft with a dreamy far away look. Gently, the mother brushed her hand down over the young girl's softly quivering belly toward the delight of her pink little cunt-mouth. She wasn't surprised when Patty moaned softly and involuntarily opened her legs to her. Paula moved closer to see and feel the warmly perfumed wetness which had begun to seep from between the quivering girl's pussy and saturate her sleek inner thighs.
"Momma…?" Patty said again with a little cry at the delicious feel of her mother's fingers suddenly contacting, then straying into the intimate depths of her wetly waiting cunt. God, her own mother was… actually stroking and finger-fucking her! The last shadow of shame dropped from her. It felt so heavenly as a knowing finger tip brushed lightly over the bud of her tiny pulsating clitoris. Love and passion for the mother she had felt separated from for so long melted into her very being. It felt so right!
Paula looked down at the slowly twisting body of her lovely daughter, her eyes avidly feasting on the succulent flesh up between the blonde young girl's eagerly spread thighs. They had both forgotten Hank's presence, aware only of one another. Paula moistened her lips to speak, the lewd words exciting her as she knew they must be exciting Patty.
"Patty… do… do you want me to… lick your pussy?"
"Oh God yes, Mama, pleeaaasssse… make me cum!"
Hank stood several feet away, unable to contain his excitement as he watched the two women nakedly writhing on the floor. They lay on their sides, close to each other, legs spread open in obscene invitation. The big man could see her beautifully rounded hips and her hair-fringed vaginal slit wet with moisture as Paula's finger played teasingly up inside it. Then he saw Paula's face lower to the pleading young blonde's wetly shining crevice. His eyes widened and he watched in mounting fascination…
Wild images were flickering through Paula's sex-maddened mind as her head dipped towards her daughter's softly flushed cuntal lips. She had never done tills before, but now she wanted to taste and love. She let her eyes feast on the narrow ribbon of pinkly moistened flesh, resting her cheek on the hot surface of Patty's satiny smooth inner thigh. She was close enough for her lips and nose to be tickled by the silken pussy hairs that curled up softly. She could even see the tiny puckered anus spasming from the girl's passionate excitement. God, she could not hold herself back one moment longer!
Patty was utterly lost now as she felt her mother's head moving slowly between her thighs. Her belly seethed and her cunt flamed with lustful desire. Oh, her beautiful mother, her wonderful beautiful mother was going to lick the raging need from her pussy. They would be together forever now, bound together as never before. She knew it was lesbianism, contrary to everything she had ever been taught, but she knew she wanted it, wanted it now! The impassioned young blonde gaped at her mother's lovely face moving closer to her expectantly waiting pussy up between her legs…
Then… yes, yes! She was nearly overcome by the incredibly erotic emotions and physical tremors that rippled over her vibrant young body! She felt the first wet touch along the insides of her supple inner thighs, sensed the warm puffs of breath. And then the magic contact of her mother's tongue licking the hotly quivering cleft of her vagina, promising untold delight, yet to come. Paula licked in long brushing strokes from the bottom of the sensitive cuntal crevice to the top, not entering but impelling the quivering girl to thrust her loins forward with each tantalizing movement of the tongue across her sensitive cuntal lips.
Patty felt her clitoris quivering into a throbbing erectness and knew it was peeking out from her widespread pussy lips, maddened with the first gentle stab of ecstatic bliss as her mother's delicate pink tongue grazed it. The enravished girl expelled her breath with a hiss and tossed her head from side to side in rising passion as Paula eased her tongue inside the moistened crevice to draw it upwards from the vagina towards the spasming bud of her daughter's clitoris. Patty's lips began to mumble incoherent little mewls of pleasure. Her breath caught in her throat, exhaling explosively at each new delicious contact, delight flooding through her aroused young body with each passing moment.
Paula's own loins were beginning to bum with a lustful flame as she buried her face deeper into the warm cuntal flesh up between her daughter's trembling thighs. She separated the fleshy outer folds of Patty's hair-lined little pussy with her lips and her mouth became an omniverous ravisher, open and hot, all tongue as it invaded the smoldering liquid flesh beneath it. Ardently she lashed out a the tiny pulsating clitoris, thrusting everywhere into her daughter's hotly writhing pussy, as lurid wet sucking sounds filled the room.
The teen-age girl moaned and squirmed to the rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, ripples of fantastic sensation running spasmodically over her smoothly naked body. She began to pant explosively, spreading her legs open as wide as possible and thrusting her steaming loins lewdly forward to bring the tongue tighter into her wide-splayed cunt. She could hear her mother's slaving gasps for air, never breaking the fervent contact of her pleasure-giving lips and tongue. Even her beautiful nose was buried, immersed in the wetly fluid flesh. A maddening pressure began building in Patty's softly convulsing belly.
Hank Jones could stand it no longer! He began to tear feverishly at his clothes, keeping his eyes locked on the two writhing female bodies fused together before him in forbidden sexual pleasure. He was naked in a matter of seconds, his huge menacing penis standing straight out from his belly like a lance. He moved quickly over behind Paula and began to tug and pull at her voluptuously squirming body. He turned her half over so that she was on her knees, one on either side of her daughter's head, her smooth rounded buttocks high, her face still buried in the wildly undulating pussy below her. Hank knelt behind her, close to her obscenely offered buttocks and began to run his hands wildly up and down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, then he stabbed an extended middle finger into the hot vaginal moisture of the madly sucking woman's cunt.
The beautiful mother felt the hard alien hands on her and welcomed them. She never stopped her voracious tongue-fucking of her beloved daughter below her, but she, too, needed to be fulfilled. Her aching cunt demanded release! She shuddered all over as she felt the first hard cruel finger invading her secret depths, and she could not keep from pressing back eagerly against the maddening probe. Another finger joined the first and she began to slowly rotate her nakedly trembling buttocks around them, screwing back in time to meet their forward thrusts. Fiery ripples of sensation shot through her nerve ends at the delicious plundering of her maddened vagina, but it was not enough. She needed more! She needed a cock! She raised her sucking lips just far enough from her daughter's wetly twitching vagina to call to Hank in a muffled voice.
"Fuck me, you filthy bastard! Use your cock! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Hank needed no further urging. He began to salaciously stroke his thick rigid penis as he moved closer on his knees to those lewdly waving buttocks.
Patty was lying on her back now, her passion-distorted face directly underneath her mother's hair-shadowed loins. She could see the lust-swollen lips of her mother's wetly glistening pussy only inches away, the seeping moisture dampening the pink erotic flesh. Then a huge shadow seemed to blot out the light as Hank moved in behind her mother. She watched his coarse hands move up the ivory columns of her beautiful legs braced on either side of her head. She saw his thick ugly fingers slide into the beautiful wet folds of her mother's vagina, brutally digging past the tender outer lips, sinking deep up into the inner warmth. She felt her mother jerk forward as the first wild sensations shot through her sex-starved body, and saw her gyrate sensuously back on the impaling fingers, hearing her mother begging Hank to fuck her. It was then she saw the huge menacing spear moving forward… his penis.
It was immense – bigger than ever! It loomed above Patty's staring eyes like a massive rocket. She could see the swollen ridge on the underside of the glans; the heavy blue veins, and the hairy sac of his sperm-bloated balls. She watched in awe as Hank's clutching fingers guided it slowly towards the waiting slit up between her mother's straining legs. She saw it press the swollen cuntal lips aside and slide wetly up and down the passion-soaked crevice, mixing the slippery fluid seeping from its tip with her mother's own vaginal wetness. A few drops of the heated lubricant dripped down on Patty's face, and she licked at it hungrily, marveling at its exciting taste. Then the massive weapon began to press hard against the flower-petal opening of her mother's visibly quivering cunt. The narrow aperture stretched, then stretched more until it seemed as if it would split in two, but then the merciless ram pushed inside with a sudden wet rush.
The staring girl felt her mother driven forward by the brutal impact as the man's pelvis smacked into her upturned buttocks, sinking his thick plundering cock to the hilt with one smooth stroke. Then, without hesitation, Hank began to thrust his huge shaft of male flesh again and again into the woman kneeling so subserviently before him. Patty heard her mother moaning wildly in passion, the sounds gurgling crazily in the liquid heat of her daughter's passion-soaked vagina. New waves of sensation began to run through the panting teenager as her mother's face was pressed hard against her eagerly undulating young pussy with each of Hank's powerful forward strokes. That was the final trigger for the incredible pressure deep in her belly. It had to go, it needed release!
"Oooooohhhh… oooohhh, Mama! I'm… I'm cuuummniiinnnggg…!"
Patty's voice trailed off into a choking sobbing whine and then rose once more into a thin high pitched wail of delight as ecstasy deluged her nakedly twisting body. Intense sensations of forbidden rapture swept through her inflamed loins like a prairie fire. She writhed in the throes of a sweet agony, harked and tremored, but never let her convulsing little cunt lose contact with her mother's wildly sucking mouth. The licking tongue continued to shoot blissful sensations through her spasming body long moments after the first shattering bolts of unbelievable pleasure had passed. Then it was over and she lay back exhausted, her eyes fixed on that long thick cock directly over her face, pounding relentlessly into her mother's frantically quivering pussy.