He came across the room, taking gant steps.
Spider's head whirled at the noise and he, like Robin, saw Punch and Timmy move to intercept.
Dennis pushed them aside like plastic ninepins and made for the Spider.
Robin screamed as she felt the rapist jerked off her, out of her cunt, and she lay almost paralyzed with deliverance. Spider opened his mouth to say something but Dennis cut him off with one fist and the Spider dropped to his knees, spitting out teeth and blood. He made hacking noises, as if he were about to vomit, and his cock shrank suddenly.
"Are you all right?" Dennis wanted to know, putting his arm around Robin.
She nodded. "I don't know about her, though," and she pointed to Laurel. "They didn't really hurt me," she added, hoping he'd believe the lie.
Punch was on his way to interfere once again. "Look here," he said, "I don't know who you are, but you got a hell of a lot of nerve coming in here and breaking up our fun."
Dennis stood up and hit him in the gut. Punch's face went putty-gray and he doubled up. Timmy held up both hands in a gesture of surrender.
"I'll get you for this," Spider moaned in pain.
Dennis dropped to his knees beside the blood-spitting rapist. He grabbed Spider's shirt collar and spun him around, theft faces only an inch apart. "Look," he said in a tight voice, "if you're still in this state by the time I come looking for you, I'm gonna kill your Goddamned ass. If that's your car outside, you'd better haul your mother-loving tail. Now!"
Robin dressed herself and then Laurel, working quickly, unwilling to take her eyes off Dennis' commanding figure. She did love him. She really did. He'd saved her, and she could never begin to thank him. When Laurel was covered, Robin helped the older woman to her feet, bracing her body.
"Will you take us home?" Robin asked her boyfriend. He nodded, staring contemptuously at the subjugated trio, and then he went to help her support Laurel. When Robin felt the other woman's weight easing upon Dennis, she slipped free and walked towards the Spider. He tried to smile at her, showing his shattered teeth and bloody ups, but she passed him by.
She looked at Punch, too. He was still groaning with the pain of his punched belly, holding himself with both hands. Beside him knelt Timmy, who'd not been seriously touched yet. But he deserved something, too, she decided, a little memento of his day's fun with two unwilling women. After all, hadn't he grinned like a Goddamned ape while he pissed all over Laurel? Robin clenched her teeth and rammed the heel of her shoe into his crotch. It was a thick, heavy heel, cloggy and strong, and she felt it make contact with his delicate jewels. Timmy's face turned green and he gave a castrato's scream. She hoped she'd broken something irreplaceable.
"Remember what I told you," Dennis said. "As soon as I get them home, I'm coming back." Robin had never seen him so angry before and she knew that he meant every word he said. She clutched his arm and hugged herself against him with a thrill of pride and love.
Outside, in the car, she turned to him. "How did you know."
"I was too anxious to see you," he confessed, a smile only now appearing on his face. "So I tried to catch you at the Willises. The kitchen looked like the annual riot at Reckardsville State, and there was a tape recorder running by the stove. A lot of it had erased, because the thing was still recording, but I heard enough to know what was going on and where to look."
"I think I love you," she replied.
But there was still Laurel Willis to contend with. The woman was definitely out of it, and it took Dennis and Robin both to get her inside. She smelled of sex and piss and fear, her clothes stained and torn. Once inside her front doorway she said, "Oh, God," in a tormented whisper, and her legs seemed to buckle. If Dennis hadn't been quick and strong, she'd have fallen to the floor.
"We've got to get her cleaned up," Robin said. "Jesus, talk about being in a mess! What are we gonna tell her husband?"
They helped the numbed and exhausted woman upstairs to the bathroom where they peeled the clothes from her abused body. She fought them weakly, but her resistance had no heart behind it, and in a moment she stood nude and pale before them. Dennis supported her while Robin filled the tub, and the blonde girl couldn't repress a heart-skipping tingle of triumph. So brave, so handsome, she thought, and he was all hers. God, she loved him!
Laurel sank into the half-filled tub, washing as the warm water touched her body, but she was still limp as a rubber doll. Dennis scudded his hands in soap and began to wash her face while Robin stripped down and entered the tub to take care of the rest of Laurel. There was no other way, she rationalized, but she couldn't help recalling the other night when she and Jamie had discovered one another's bodies in this same tub, this same way.
She washed Laurel's tits, washed them thoroughly, and was it her fault if the careful scrubbing made the nipples stand up pink and stiff? Robin's hands glided down, cleansing the belly, the hips, the legs, moving at last towards Laurel's cunt.
"I guess we should clean her inside and out," she acknowledged, and Dennis nodded. Robin's hand scooped through the soapy water and she worked two fingers into Laurel's cunt. She did it as gently as she could, not to injure the delicate tissues that had already been ravaged, but she had to admit, Timmy's cock wasn't as monstrous as the Spider's, and her own pussy was feeling almost normal now. Laurel didn't seem to be in any physical pain now anyway. Her hips moved as Robin pressed insistently, and her snatch open, and Robin's fingers slid inside. Soapy water bubbled out of Laurel's hole like cum, and, startlingly, coos began to bubble from her mouth as Robin set about rinsing and washing inside her twat. She felt Laurel's thighs close upon her hand, refusing to let it depart.
"Hey," said Dennis, looking over Laurel's shoulder at his girl. "I think she likes that."
"You're telling me," Robin giggled, thinking about the kiss she'd given Laurel this afternoon. And that reminded her of Jamie, of Bonnie, made her wonder if there were any chance if Laurel had not been emotionally and spiritually crippled by the ordeal they'd just gone through if there was any chance the two of them might someday see where another kiss might lead. She hoped so, but in her heart she doubted it.
Laurel's hips unclenched for a moment, allowing Robin to pull her fingers out of her cunt hole. "Come on," she told Dennis. "We'd better get her dried off and dressed in some decent clothes."
They took Laurel from the tub and Dennis supported her on the fuzzy bathmat while Robin toweled her dry. Strength was only beginning to return to Laurel, and she was able to take a few steps on her own as they led her down the hall to her bedroom. Dennis eased her bare body onto the bed while Robin rummaged in a closet, looking for something simple and easy to get into.
Holding a sleeveless shift dress in her hands, she turned to the others, saying, "Here, I think this will do," but the words died on her lips as she saw what was happening at the bed.
Laurel had unzipped Dennis' jeans and was fondling his half-stiff dick, a look of dazzling joy on her no-longer blank face. Dennis smiled sheepishly.
"I couldn't stop her," he explained. Laurel gave his cock a tug and he moved closer. She took his knob in her mouth, suckling it like a piece of candy.
Robin set the dress down on a chair. She put her hand on Dennis' shoulder. "Do whatever she wants, honey," she whispered. "But be gentle with her. She's been through hell." She kissed his lips. "I'm going downstairs. Mr. Willis should be back soon, and somebody's gonna have to tell him what's going on."
She was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when the front door opened. Sam Willis came inside, blinking twice when he saw her. "Hi," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"It's a long story," she sighed, "and I don't know if you're gonna like all of it. But you better sit down, 'cause you'll have to hear it sooner or later."
And she told him how Laurel had called her over, chewed her out for fucking him. Jamie and Sean? That was better left till later, she decided. She described vividly the intrusion of the three degenerates, seeing his knuckles clench and go white as he thought of that crowd invading the sanctity of his home. And she told him, sparing no details, how the gang had carried her and Laurel off and had raped them, until Dennis' fortunate arrival had cut short the perverted orgy.
"My God," he said. "Where is she? Is she all right?"
"She's upstairs," Robin said, and as he moved towards the steps she caught him with, "but there's something you ought to know before you go up."
He turned, tense, and she added quickly, "The last time I saw her, she was getting ready to fuck Dennis."
"I'll kill him!" Sam growled, but Robin caught his hand.
"Hey, there," she countered. "Isn't turnabout fair play? Besides, she needed it. To help her forget. Remember how I was yesterday afternoon?"
Sam nodded. "All right, Robin. I get the message. You coming up with me?"
He took her hand and they went up to the bedroom, pausing in the open doorway. Laurel and Dennis were screwing up a storm on the big bed, her legs in the air, her lips frothing as she took his cock in her cunt again and again. Her arms clutched him fiercely and she turned her mouth to his for a hungry, desperate kiss.
"Isn't that sweet," Robin whispered. "I think she's getting over it."
Sam's arm encircled her, cupping a tit. "I know something else that's sweet," he teased, and his face nuzzled into her blonde hair. "And turnabout is fair play, Robin."
They stripped in the doorway and piled onto the bed next to Laurel and Dennis. There was plenty of room for four. Dennis did a double take when he saw Robin stretch out naked and golden beside him, and he did a triple take when he saw Sam Willis with a bulging hard-on. "Hi," he said, not knowing what else to say.
Sam lay down on his back, nodding in reply, and he held his prick upright for Robin. She settled down upon him, giving an oooohh as she took his cock into her warm cunt hole. She was hot and wet from watching Dennis and Mrs. Willis screw, and she was ready for some real fucking. Robin had things to forget, just as Laurel did.
Her greasy cunt slid down, sucking in Sam's hard pole, and Robin eased downward until her perineum grazed his balls. His dick was big and thick and comfortable and she twisted herself from side to side, just enough to get the full benefit of his big dong.
Laurel was humping like crazy beneath Dennis, kicking her heels in the air, begging him to fuck her, and the bed rocked so vibrantly that Sam and Robin really had little to do. The shaking of the mattress beneath them provided a perfect screwing rhythm for them, and all they had to do was hang on.
Dennis was thrusting harder by the moment, his ass muscles tightening and straining in a way that Robin knew well. She watched over her shoulder, holding her breath, working with him, and when he thrust forward with a sighing cry she matched it with a sympathetic call of her own. He grabbed Laurel around the waist and pulled her against him, jackrabbiting his cum into her sucking twat. The woman resisted her natural impulse for only a moment before she, too, erupted in a lurching, wailing orgasm that wrapped her legs around Dennis like iron bars.
It was the most exciting thing Robin had ever seen, to watch her guy fuck another woman to a peak of delight, to know that someone else was tasting the kind of loving that had brightened her entire life. She began to hump faster on Sam, wanting the two of them to share a come with Laurel and Dennis. Her cunt twisted and jerked on his impaling rod, teasing it to more vigorous action. He seemed to have the same desire, for he grabbed her by the hips and rocked her up and down with the fury of his assault. Each time his dick slammed its way up into her slick channel her cuntlips spread acceptingly, pressuring her throbbing clit. Robin squirmed, she squealed, and before Laurel's orgasmic moans had quite died away Robin added her own to the symphony. In another moment Sam lunged upward and filled her snatch with his cum.
It was dripping out of her cunt as fast as he could squirt it in, but Robin didn't care. Her pussy muscles were milking his rod dry and she rode him happily. But the pleasure of the moment wore thin and drifted away, leaving behind only its memory, and she settled into a pleasant perching upon Sam's softening dick.
Laurel's voice cut into the silence. "Sam," she said, giving the first indication she knew he was there, "I guess Robin told you."
"Everything," he assured her, "but as long as you're okay."
"I love you," she replied. Her hand slid across the bed, searching for his, finding it. Robin saw it and she knew what she must do. She picked herself up, allowing Sam's dick to slide out of her twat, and she tapped Dennis on the shoulder. He lifted himself from the grip of Laurel's legs, and the Willises came together on the bed.
Their lips met and their bodies touched, and almost before Robin knew it, Sam had a hard-on once again and began inserting his cock inside his wife's cunt. Laurel took it with a cry of gratification, and she was once more the beautiful woman Robin had admired so much yesterday. The careworn, trembling lady who had assailed her in the kitchen earlier today was gone, and Robin hoped it would be a permanent absence.
She took Dennis' hand and they got off the bed, searching for their clothes. Sam left off fucking for a moment and turned to follow them with his eyes. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"We figured we'd be going," Robin explained, holding her shirt.
"Oh, no!" Laurel protested. "Stay, please."
"Damn right," Sam grunted. "After all, I think the four of us are pretty good friends by now."
Robin looked into Dennis' face, waiting for his decision. He shrugged. She tossed herself onto the bed, legs spread and waiting, and she purred, "Come and get me, tiger!"
Jamie Willis kicked at a pebble beside the front doorstep. Sean followed her at a respectable distance. If they came in together, if they were talking or smiling, Mom would pitch a bitch. She was positive of that. Besides neither of them had anything to be worked up about. They'd spent the afternoon at the movies, watching a pair of crummy films on a double bill.
She stopped outside the door. "I bet we're gonna catch hell when we get inside," she told her brother. "All because you had to spill the beans. Daddy's home, too. I bet she's told him. He'll probably take a belt to you or something. Whose cars are those other two, tough? The Pinto and the Mustang?"
Sean shook his head. "We better go on inside," he said. Jamie sighed and opened the door.
Even downstairs it sounded like a mattress testers' convention was going on up there. The kids looked at each other big-eyed.
"Listen to that!" Jamie giggled.
"Yeah," said Sean. "I'll bet they didn't even hear us come in."
Jamie's face brightened. "Let's see what's going on."
She led the way upstairs on cat feet. From the head of the steps they could see that their parents' bedroom door was open, and the kids agreed silently that maybe they should try to sneak a peek.
Crouching, they peered around the doorframe, unable to believe what they were seeing. Mom was on her back, Daddy kneeling astride her chest, driving his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. She ate his prick wolfishly, greedily, making great slurping sounds as she swallowed his huge dick. Jamie's eyes were enormous as she took in the sight, but what made her shiver with a feeling she couldn't name was the presence of still another couple on her parents' bed.
Robin Mackenzie was on all fours, her head and fingers dipping into Laurel's snatch while she took Dennis' cock into her twat doggie-style. Her silky blonde hair swirled and shook as she screwed cock and sucked cunt.
Jamie stepped back from the doorway, trembling and giggling in a nervous undertone. "Do you believe that?" she asked shakily, hand reaching for her apple titty only to find that Sean had already appropriated that particular goodie for himself.
"I think Mom's had a change of heart, or something, since this morning," her brother whispered.
"Come on, then," Jamie snapped. "We'd better take advantage of it while it lasts." She darted pest the open door, followed by Sean, and they closed her bedroom door behind them.
Fucked out, sucked out, the four of them lay lolling on the Willis' big double bed. Robin and Laurel we cuddling heach other's tit. Dennis and Sam flanking them on either side. Peace and contentment, deep and dreamy, had settled upon them all a peace and a contentment that were abruptly broken by the sound of a shrill girlish squeal of agony mingled with almost unspeakable bliss.
"What in the hell was that?" Sam barked, sitting up in shock.
"I don't know," Laurel fretted, her boob heating as it nestled in the cup of Robin's warm hand.
Robin let go Laurel's tit and dropped her feet to the floor. "I'll go see," she volunteered.
In a couple of minutes she returned, her head hanging slightly, a sheepish grin on her face.
"It was Jamie," she explained. "She just took it up the ass for the very first time, and it surprised her a little bit. She was kinda tight, you know?"
Sam's eyes went wide. "Jamie? Taking what up the ass? With whom?" He was quite apparently ready to jump out of bed, race down the hall, and murder the defiler of his daughter.
Laurel's hand settled upon his chest, teasing at his man hairs, pinching one of his nipples. "Apparently we never got around to telling you about that," she sighed. "Jamie and Sean have started fucking each other. As a matter of fact, they made Robin show them how to do it. What do you think we ought to do?"
Sam shrugged. Things were happening too fast for him today. "I don't know," he said, looking at the bed he and his wife had shared turn and turnabout with this handsome young couple.
"Rabin, why don't you ask them to come in here?" Laurel suggested serenely. The girl smiled in acknowledgement, and she came back in just a moment with a naked Sean and Jamie. They stood in the doorway, grinning proudly, Jamie very smug faced in her assurance that no one was about to cast any moral stones at her now.
She went towards the bed and stood unblushingly, her young body on display. Sean hung back, standing in a slouch, as if he weren't sure about the propriety of displaying the hard-on his young sister had given him.
"What did you want, Mom?" Jamie asked artlessly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, hips rising and falling, her tiny titties bouncing slightly.
"I just wanted to tell you," Laurel smiled, "that we're going to have to arrange some kind of birth-control protection for you. Do you have any preferences?"
"See," Robin whispered into Sean's ear. "It's okay." She patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, but his eyes were on his parents and sister.
"The pill, I guess," Jamie said. "It's probably the easiest way." She said it offhandedly, as if she didn't care one way or the other. Leaning forward, she put her fingertips on Sam's cock. It was soft now, but it was still big, and she whistled appreciatively. "Wow," she giggled. "That's a big one."
Sam's cock stiffened sharply at her gentle touch. Sam looked at Jamie, then at Laurel. His wife blushed. "She is growing up," Laurel confessed, "but I don't feel threatened by it any more. Oh, go ahead! You will sooner or later!"
Jamie lifted her eyebrows, wondering if she'd heard what she thought she heard. Impulsively she dropped to her knees, taking her father's pecker in both hands. She rubbed it between her palms as it grew to its full length, and her eyes got big. No one was stopping her. She looked at her parents. They were staring at one another and at her, saying nothing.
Jamie looked over her left shoulder. Sean and Robin were staring at her, too, and so was Robin's boyfriend. It seemed as if they were all waiting for her to do something. Well, Mom had finally admitted that she was growing up. Wasn't it time for the proof of the pudding?
She opened her mouth and sucked in her father's cock. God, his rod was bigger than she'd counted on! It seemed to fill her young mouth completely, and she couldn't get much of it inside. She relaxed herself, letting his dick ride on her tongue, using her jaws and her lips and her salivary glands to show her daddy how much his daughter knew about eating peters.
Robin felt Sean tremble against her as Jamie went to work, and she was pretty sure she knew what he was thinking. His eyes were upon his mother, sitting gracefully naked on the bed. Robin caught Laurel's glance and a look of understanding passed between the two women. She put her hand on Sean's backbone and gave him a little push. He stumbled, but he caught his balance then, and he walked towards his mother with determination.
She lay back on the bed, arms uplifted to receive him. One of her hands wrapped around his hard young cock, grasping in a maternally warm cuddle, and Sean gave a moan that resounded through the room. He moved with her, onto her, into her, and she lifted her legs to hold him close. His ass trembled as he held his prick inside her cunt, and then he started to fuck with all his young energy.
Jamie made desperate sucking sounds as she nursed the end of her father's pecker, and it was obvious that she was working frantically to get more of his prick inside. Sam touched her head and she raised her eyes towards his face, reading the invitation he offered her.
She stood up, letting his dick slide out, wet and reddened, and she panted a moment in excitement. Her eyes took in her mother and brother, who were fucking blissfully, and she told Sam apologetically, "Wow, Daddy, I don't know if I can take all of you. My pussy's still kinda tight, you know?"
"You'll learn," he said huskily. "We'll work on it. A lot."
Dennis hopped off the bed as Jamie crawled on. Five was a crowd, and besides his eyes told Robin he'd rather be with her. They stood in the doorway, watching as the Willis family writhed in unconventional combinations. Sean was doing a good job he already had his mother moaning and wailing, and she was beating her fists on the bedspread as she humped her cunt onto his impaling rod time and again. Their mouths came together and they discovered delightfully that mother and son can indeed kiss like lovers and enjoy it.
And Jamie was on her hands and knees, taking her father's prick into her snug little cunt from behind. He entered her twat carefully, giving her only an inch of cock at a time, but his big pole was splaying her little hole deliciously and there were big bubbles of sweat on her face as it rocked from side to side.
"Hurry, Daddy," she was telling him in a shaky voice. "Please hurry and give me all of your cock!"
Robin took Dennis' hand in hers and squeezed it. "I think we ought to go," she said regretfully. "Don't you?" He nodded. "Well, grab your clothes and let's," she said.
They dressed outside in the hall. He steadied her while she lifted each foot in turn to don shoes, and he said in a pleasant voice, "You know, I think you ought to tell me a little more about this. I came down from Columbus to make up with you, brake in on those bastards who were dumping on you and Laurel, and the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of an incest scene."
Robin laughed. "It's a long, long story," she confessed. "Why don't we go grab a burger while I tell you about it?" Hand in hand, they went down the stairs.