My penis was now a shriveled relic of its former self, having been thoroughly satiated and satisfied with its masterful performance on Sandra McFarland. I stared at the ceiling, a big, fat grin of contentment on my face. I still had business with Megan which would require a once again fully operational cock, but there was no rush. I had plenty of time for the big guy to rest and restore himself.
After awhile I idly let an arm fall on each of the women who lay on either side of me. Both their bodies tensed when I did so. I chuckled. Lazily, my hands began playing over their respective naked bodies.
“Please leave us alone now.” Sandra’s voice was weak, almost inaudible. “Please,” she continued. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. For the love of god, I’m begging you. Please. Please go away…”
My response to her entreaty was to run my right hand gently down her trim belly, beneath her navel, my fingers playing softly against her smooth skin. When I reached her recently fucked pussy, my fingers caressed her clitoris. She offered no resistance in the way of closing her thighs, undoubtedly thinking what the hell did it matter by now!
Meanwhile, my left hand traveled down the lovely body of daughter Megan. The teen tensed up, but just like her mother, made no attempt to roll away or otherwise avoid my touch. What would have been the use of that? While the fingers of my right hand played with the pussy of her mother, the fingers of my left hand now found Megan’s genitals and began to gently rub her in this most intimate region.
I lazily finger fucked mother and daughter for several minutes. Megan remained fairly docile by my left side as I did this, but Sandra, on my right, began squirming and kicking in frustrated anger. She began cursing me. She was finding renewed strength, apparently. After several minutes of listening to her bitching, I had had enough. I got up and searched for the ball gag that had been in Megan’s mouth when her mom first came into the room. I found it discarded on the floor by Megan’s side of the bed. I retrieved it, and then walked around the bed to Sandra’s side, once again in awe at the sight of the two beautiful, naked females shackled there side by side.
Sandra eyed me with a hate filled look as I approached her with the ball gag. Mindful of her unbound feet, I cautiously came around close to the head of the bed where the angle was such that she could not kick at me. I grabbed her head to apply the gag. She attempted to resist, but unfortunately for her was powerless to do so. All I had to do was pinch her nostrils shut and then shove the thing into her open mouth, which was her only means of breathing.
I wasn’t through with her. I had had enough of her kicking legs. Taking a four foot length of rope from my bag, I grabbed one of the woman’s knees and tied an end of the rope around it, then tied the other end of the rope to the other knee. Struggling against her resistance, I then hooked the rope over the woman’s head. This caused her legs to bend at the knees, leaving her knees close to her tits and her feet dangling in the air. She looked like a turkey trussed and ready for the oven.
I then assumed a sitting position on the bed between the two naked females, both with their arms outstretched above their heads, wrists bound to the head board, the older one with her legs trussed upward, immobile, her knees resting beside her tits, the ball gag firmly in her mouth; the younger one with her legs straight, her ankles bound by cuffs.
I felt like a child who had broken into a candy store and sat proudly among pounds of chocolate that he had scattered on the floor, and spent the next half hour playing with their bodies. My hands roamed simultaneously over their respective bodies, from their foreheads to their feet as they squirmed uncomfortably at my touch. I spent a lot of time with their tits, fondling and massaging them and marveling at how similar they felt. Megan’s, certainly, were younger and slightly firmer, but if I had been conducting a blind test, it would have really been difficult to tell which pair of breasts were who’s.
It is amazing how a woman has no control over the way her nipples react when her breasts are properly massaged. While she is being raped, a woman’s cunt may contract in fear, but the nipples have a mind of their own. Megan and her mom were proving to be no exception. As I massaged and pinched their respective nipples, both grew in size and hardness. At one point I laid between them and my hungry mouth went back and forth, sucking hard on their tits likes a starving baby, only pulling on their taunt nipples much more than a toothless baby would have. I did not stop until I heard sharp cries of pain from both of them. My mouth then left their nipples and took a circular trip, sucking deeply on the soft flesh of their respective breasts, leaving a circle of bright red hickies around both women’s areolas.
As I sucked their tits, the fingers of one hand went into Sandra’s cunt, entering her from below her raised thighs and feeling the wetness there from her having been recently fucked, while the fingers of my other hand went into Megan’s still-virgin teenage cunt. I proceeded to finger fuck both mother and daughter simultaneously. Good old fingers! My cock was temporarily out of commission, but one could count on fingers to never get soft.
I talked to them as I finger fucked them and sucked their tits, but they ignored me. They both lay there, quiet and docile now, as my hands, fingers and mouth ravished them both. They had apparently both reached a stage of utter fatigue. Even Sandra had become quiet and subdued behind the ball gag in her mouth. She had obviously been destroyed by the realization that her strategy had backfired, that, in my treachery, I was indeed going to rape her daughter. This amused me greatly.
Not too much further time passed before I felt life once again stirring in my manhood. Blood was returning to the flaccid phallus. The time had come. I was almost ready for Megan.
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I had gotten off the bed and stood by the young girl’s side, looking down at where she lay. With frightened eyes she looked back up at me. I ran my finders through her long blonde hair, while beside her on the bed her mother went berserk, fighting against her bonds, mouthing inaudible protests behind the ball gag. Ignoring the mother, I watched the teen carefully as she squirmed at the touch of my fingers in her hair. I liked the way she did that. My penis was still not quite hard enough to fuck her, but it was getting there. The site of her naked body squirming under the touch of my hands and the stare of my lustful eyes would make certain of that.
I took two keys from my bag of tricks and unlocked both sets of the girl’s handcuffs, those that held her wrists to the bed board and the others that bound her ankles. Though she was freed from the shackles, the girl found that her arms and legs were so numb that she could barely move them. I knew that I no longer needed to have her bound, which was a good thing because I wanted to be able to move her limbs around freely into any positions that pleased me. The girl was broken, completely demoralized, and would offer no further resistance. She was now was putty in my hands.
I pulled her away from the position that she had been occupying for the past couple of hours and rolled her over onto her stomach like a rag doll. My hands enjoyed the feel of her bare skin once again as I now manhandled her body into a position between her mother’s raised and spread legs. Sandra glared wide eyed at me as I did this, her two eyes and the ball gag in her mouth making a symmetrical triangle of round shapes staring at me. I threw the girl down so that her face fell upon her mother’s bare tummy. The woman gave a sound that one makes when punched in the stomach, but the sound was muffled by her gag. I then pulled he girl downward so that her face slid directly onto mommy’s wet pussy. I pressed the girl’s face into the place from which she was born: her own mother’s vagina. I could see a trickle of my semen oozing out of it. “Come on, baby!” I hissed. “Suck my cum from your mommy! You don’t want a baby brother, do you? Come on, suck your brother out of your mommy’s pussy while there’s time!”
“No!” the girl gasped.
I squeezed her neck. “Let me see your tongue, sweetie!” She was grimacing and sobbing at the same time, but would not obey me. The mother, meanwhile, was jerking her arms against her bindings as she now felt her daughter’s face in her pussy. She stared at me in shock with eyes that could not have been wider if she were looking at the devil himself.
I was patient with the girl. “Lick her cunt, honey, or I will hurt you!” My voice was calm but the tightening of my grip around her neck left no doubt about my determination. Slowly, while her lithe body shook from sobbing, the teenager’s pink little tongue made tentative darts out between her lips. “Not good enough!” I shook her. Crying loudly now, her tongue again protruded from between her lips…and stayed. Holding the girl by her head I rubbed her face up and down her mother’s recently fucked cunt, watching carefully to see that her tongue was thoroughly tasting it.
I pulled Megan’s head back by the hair to look at her face, and was pleased to see fresh cum on it, adding to the remnants of the dried cum from our earlier activity when we were home alone, before mother arrived. I then pushed the girl’s face back against her mother’s cunt. “Stick your tongue IN!” I hissed. “As far as you can, you little bitch!” Reluctantly, with no other options, the girl obeyed my command, and I was rewarded with the sight of her tongue disappearing inside her mother’s wet vagina. “Good girl,” I said soothingly. “Very good girl. I’m going to turn the two of you into incest lesbians!”
Watching this scene brought my cock back up to a fully erect state in a very short while. And I now became somewhat impatient. It had now been over four hours that I had control of this naked, sixteen year old hottie—and she was still a virgin! Time to make a woman out of this girl!
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