“Just pretend you’re fucking Coach Brady, honey,” I whispered hoarsely into the girl’s ear as I raped her.
From time to time I would change her position. Probably my favorite was when I pushed her right knee upward and turned her sideways. The manner in which her limbs were so malleable was a definite turn-on.
After riding the beautiful little bitch for the longest while, it was time for the grand finale. I was tempted to finish her off in the missionary position, but had a more devious plan. I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her and sat up between spread legs that she made no attempt to close. Her head remained sideways on the mattress as I stared down at her glistening, sweat soaked nakedness.
Again manhandling her malleable body, I lifted the teen up and replaced her face down between her mother’s legs that remained raised, the rope around the back of her neck secured to her knees and keeping them dangling in the air. Doing this seemed to bring the mother out what had been a state of defeated stupor.
Daughter’s naked breasts again flattened against mother’s. Both their bodies gleaned with a fine coating of perspiration. The mother watched me with listless eyes as I once again mounted her daughter from the rear, between the mother’s own feet that dangled helplessly in the air. My penis re-entered the girl. Again our combined weight was crushing mom, and again she gasped for air. This time I alleviated the situation by reaching and tearing the ball gag from the woman’s mouth. She began to breathe in air through her open mouth as best she could against the weight crushing down upon her.
As I fucked the girl, I made sure that her face was pressed against her mother’s. “Kiss each other!” I hissed. Fisting their hair, I forced their mouths together. “Kiss!” Since they both had to have their mouths wide open in order to breathe—their noses were full of snot from crying—what I was seeing was the same as it they were French kissing. “I want to see tongues together” I demanded. Not seeing what I wanted, I put a hand around both their necks and squeezed. Having no choice but to obey me, I was rewarded when their tongues did indeed come out of their mouths and met. I watched carefully as their tongues did a weird dance, as their drooling saliva mixed together and ran down both their chins. The mother must have tasted her own pussy juices on her daughter’s face. There must have also still been some of my dried cum on the girl’s face from our afternoon session—I know I sure as hell hadn’t washed her. The dried cum was now being rehydrated by their collective saliva, and this, along with pussy juice, was mixing with blood, sweat and tears—literally—along with an ample amount of runny nose snot, in a bizarre blend that smeared across their beautiful faces.
Sandra got her mouth free long enough to curse me, something about me being a devil that would rot in hell. But then I forced her daughter’s gaping mouth back over hers, effectively muffling her.
Each pump I gave the sandwiched girl from the rear rocked both their bodies. “Your little girl’s got a great pussy, Sandra,” I hissed lustily. “And she’s ready to take her first load of cum!” I increased the intensity of my thrusts into the girl. When I felt orgasm at hand, I pulled their faces apart. I wanted Sandra to be looking into the eyes of her daughter’s rapist as he ejaculated into the young girl’s cunt. And she was! Her eyes were listless and vacant, but they were staring at me as I shouted “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as multiple squirts of semen were pumped from my hard testicles and sent deep into the sexual organs of the sixteen-year-old female. “Yes!” I cried one final time as I rocked the girl, her mother, the bed, the entire room with the force of my orgasm
I collapsed in exhaustion on top of both of them. The bed sheets were soaked with perspiration from all three of us.
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The three of us lay motionless for the longest time. My penis remained inside the girl’s wet cunt, but I could feel it slowly becoming more and more flaccid. At long last, knowing that all good things must come to an end, I pulled myself out of the girl and crawled off her and her mother. Despite weak knees, I got off the bed and stood.
I looked back at the two naked women as they remained there on the bed, motionless, locked in their intimate embrace, cheek to cheek, the girl face down on top of her face up mother, her legs between her mother’s raised and spread thighs that were still pulled upward by the rope that wrapped around from both knees to the back of her neck. The two women looked like lesbian lovers in a state of frozen animation, except that lesbians usually don’t have their cunts filled with sperm like these two ladies had at the moment. I never had felt so satisfied in my life.
I pulled a camera out of my bag and took several photos of the two females in this bizarre embrace. I then pulled the girl’s limp, sweaty body off her mother and flung her onto her back beside her mom, watching in approval the way her legs splayed and then seeing that in her exhausted, defeated state she made no attempt to close them. I then lifted the rope from behind the mother’s head and allowed her legs to fall with a thud to the bed. Mother and daughter now lay in similar positions, side by side on their backs, their fucked pussies visible between spread legs. The only difference between them was their arms: while Sandra’s still stretched back over her head to where her wrists remained cuffed to the head board, Megan’s lay limply at her sides. I immediately took additional photos, careful that those playgrounds between both sets of parted thighs clearly showed in the frames. As I did this, both women stirred, but only slightly. Both regarded me with defeated, tired gazes through half closed eyes.
It was time for me to get the hell out of there. Slowly, I put my clothes back on, still savoring the view before me of the two raped beauties, their naked and sweaty bodies laying spent where I had left them. When I was dressed, I removed the handcuffs that held Sandra’s wrists to the head board. The woman did not resist as I did this. Her arms, surely in a state of total numbness, basically remained in the position they had been for the past half hour. Megan, meanwhile, curled up once again into that fetal position that she seemed to prefer.
With the handcuffs safely packed in my bag of tricks, I took the woman’s jaw roughly in my hand and bent down until my face was only inches from hers. “Okay, Sandra, here’s the situation,” I said, my voice firm. “I’m leaving enough DNA behind here to float a fucking battle ship. If you go to the police on this, you won’t have to save for Megan’s college education because she won’t live that long. Do you hear me?”
The woman nodded her head to the extent that my hand on her jaw permitted movement. “I’ll be checking the police blotter, do you understand?” When she didn’t respond, I shook her jaw violently. “Do you fucking HEAR me?”
“Yes!” she cried.
“And if I do get busted for this and sent to the big house, sweetie, I’ve got friends who owe me favors. They would love to get their hands on your little girl. And believe me, Sandra, they won’t be as gentle with her as I was! You hear what I’m saying?”
The woman’s face grimaced as she began sobbing for the umpteenth time. I flung her face to one side, released my grip on her jaw, and stood.
“And don’t be going to the hospital, sweetie,” I added. “They tend to ask questions. You hear me? There’s nothing wrong with either of you that won’t heal on its own.”
A grin broke out on my face. “I would, though, get to your local pharmacist as soon as I could, if I were you. Ask him about a couple of morning after pills.”
Sandra was finally able to bring her arms down from above her head, and used them to cover her naked breasts. Her legs stirred slowly on the mattress. Beside her on the bed, Megan seemed to curl up into an even tighter pre-natal position.
“I’m afraid if you don’t do that,” I continued, “then in about nine months they might be wheeling both your asses into the maternity ward together!” I chuckled. “Just think. You’d be having a son and a grandson at the same time! Your son would be getting a brother and a nephew all in one!” I was the only one in the room that laughed out loud at that.
Seeing my audience did not appreciate my sense of humor, I turned, removed the barricade from the door leading from the bedroom, and exited. I was down the stairs and out the front door in just a few seconds.
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Thirty minutes later I was having a cold beer in my favorite bar. Sex always made me thirsty.
As I sat at the bar, I enjoyed looking at the photos I had taken of my prey after I had raped them. As I waited for the second cold one to come, I reached into my bag of tricks and fingered the two souvenirs from the evening. One was the pair of the panties that Megan had been wearing when she returned from school. The other was Sandra’s workout sports bra.
As she served me the second beer, the really cute female bartender asked me what pictures I was looking at. “Just some hunting pictures,” I said. She asked if I could show them to her. “I could,” I said, “but then I’d have to kill you.”
We both had a good chuckle at that.
THE END
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