Becky lay naked on the floor on her back, arms stretched out in a spread-eagle position. This stung Jim’s brain like a high-voltage electric shock.
Her shredded blouse and wadded-up jeans lay in pieces along-side of her. Her ripped bra and torn panties were nearby. Tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes were wild with terror. Her mouth, though gagged, was still moving, grunting and desperately pleading for Jim’s help. Her fingers were flexing wildly, clawing vainly at the knots at her wrists.
Her dark nipples had hardened in the cool room air, and her chest was rapidly heaving, pumping air into her lungs. She was only able to twist her head slightly and give Jim a “do something” look.
To see her splayed out like so much livestock for sale and then have the leering stares form complete strangers was unimaginable to Jim. Her labored breathing was causing her breasts to rise in an almost hypnotic sexual rhythm.
Andy was standing facing Jim, opposite Becky. His shirt was open, and he had his jeans down to his knees. Andy had begun jacking his cock and looked in Jim’s direction before kneeling down between her legs. Becky had drawn her legs up and clenched them tightly together. She was still squirming and trying to kick him away.
Andy’s cock, had stiffened and was jutting straight out. It bounced around as he fought to get a position and a hold on her. Andy was not to be denied. He caught a leg, then forced a hand between her other, prying them apart. He was now able to lift both thighs off the floor and bring himself right up against her.
Andy held her legs firmly and centered himself. It would be mere seconds before he would have his way. Becky was in total panic at this point. Andy hoisted her butt off the floor and began trying to stab his raging hard-on into a spot that had always been reserved for Jim alone. He struggled to hold her still. Her hip movements now only served to drag her cunt against his straining prick.
“Make this good for me, baby,” he growled, his voice cracking with devilish lust.
Becky, in one last-ditch effort, tried to kick herself backward across the rug towards Jim. Tito was sitting on the recliner laughing, reached out, and put his foot against the post, preventing her from sliding away.
“Thanks, partner,” laughed Andy, looking up at him.
Centering Becky, Andy raised her hips to his and started driving his cock at her most sensitive spot. Becky countered this by tightening up her stomach muscles in a futile attempt to resist. Her head was whipping from side to side but Andy kept adjusting his hips and finally found the right angle. With his cock now pressed squarely against her cunt, it began to yield. Once started, her struggling now only served to work his cock in deeper. Becky’s face contorted in pain as it skewered its way in without any lubrication whatsoever. A painful moan erupted from her throat as his balls came to rest against her. She was fully impaled at this point.
Andy instantly began a violent rapid thrusting. He showed no regard for his poor victim as she continued to groan at each dry thrust. Jim, who was only feet away now, was beside himself. With her arms pinned straight out, raising her hips had caused her flat stomach to stretch tight. Jim thought he could actually see the outline of the man’s prick thrusting inside his wife’s belly. It reminded him of a mole tunneling through soft sod. Becky’s head jerked violently with each lunge. She could only look back up at her husband, her eyes pleading for some rescue from this horror.
Jim was desperate and could think of nothing else but to throw his entire body forward, hoping that somehow the chair would break apart on impact. He rocked and then lifted with all the strength he could muster. He fell, striking the floor. Having no way to protect his face, he slammed face-first on the hardwood. The impact knocked him unconscious.
When he came to, his head was throbbing. As his senses returned and he became aware of his situation, he realized that the pounding in his head was not from the fall. In fact, it was the wooden post beneath his wife’s shoulders clunking against the solid wood floor. It was sending vibrations throughout the room. Jim had no idea how long he had been unconscious or how long Andy had been pummeling Becky’s cunt. He was violently slamming his hips against her. Andy looked over at Jim several times and was gleefully aware that he was now awake and witnessing the rape. He even withdrew his prick for Jim to see. As it popped from Becky’s cunt it stood perfectly straight up. It had a glossy shine from Becky’s own juices. Andy mocked Jim with taunts and exaggerated groans as he slowly drove it back into her.
Having her helpless husband lie there and be forced to watch seemed to add to Andy’s enjoyment. He slammed his hips against her and held her helpless. With Becky skewered, his hands were free. He grabbed and squeezed at the poor woman’s breasts until they bulged beet-red. Laughing, he would jiggle them for Jim to appreciate.
Several times, Andy even leaned over her chest and bit down on one of her nipples, stretching it taut. He’d look up and, holding the sensitive kernel of flesh, then let it fly back with a snap. Every time he did this, it caused Becky’s body to jolt involuntarily. A cock-gripping spasm rippled through her body, causing Andy to groan in exaggerated pleasure.
Andy eventually settled into a deliberate pace. He seemed to forget about torturing the poor woman for now and was working towards his climax. He’d strengthened his grip on her waist. Becky’s weak struggle to force him out was now completely futile. Andy’s head was down now, and he became quiet and deliberate in his thrusts. Suddenly, his head snapped rigid, his neck muscles tightened, and he let out a low moan. Andy’s face grimaced as his orgasm began. His knuckles whitened as his grip on her intensified.
Shaking her waist violently, his balls exploded their load into her. Wave after wave of his orgasm surged through his body. Andy was like some machine in overload. His hips slammed repeatedly against her, so hard that he rocked her pelvis upward with each lunge. The post under her shoulders thudded against the hard floor as her legs jerked about. The other men, who had been cheering Andy on, suddenly grew quiet. They were stunned at the intensity of Andy’s orgasm.
Finally, he slowed down. His grip loosened, and at last his cock slid out. Andy jerked his hips back and flipped his limp cock back on top of Becky’s belly. Lying there, it was still oozing cum. Andy wanted Jim to see the cock that had just violated his wife. A thin trail of cum began to form, mixing into Becky’s neatly trimmed pubic patch.
Tito had been seated on the recliner, watching Becky’s rape. He now stood to announce his turn. With hardly a pause, he knelt down, pulled his cock out, and took his place at her. Tito was practically slobbering as he batted his cock against her. Becky still resisted, but the lubrication from Andy’s load in her, allowed for an easy first thrust.
Manuel had been rummaging through the house upstairs. He walked in the room carrying several things taken from the bedrooms. Across one shoulder was a camera case. He had taken Becky’s jewelry box and even found an old pistol Jim kept in his nightstand.
“Hey amigos, they got a kid,” he joked as he held up a portrait.
“Huh,” Jim head snapped to attention. He began searching for the clock. He had completely forgotten about Cheryl at school. His pulse quickened as he realized she would be home soon. Chuck noticed Jim’s sudden behavior and picked up on the implications. He moved toward the front window. Looking toward the road, he yelled at Tito.
“Stop fucking that momma bitch for a minute, and get that rag out of her mouth.”
“Aw boss,” Tito wined.
“Now!” ordered Chuck.
Tito paused his thrusting momentarily but kept his cock buried inside her. As soon as her mouth was clear, Becky started to scream. This was met with a sharp slap across her face.
“When does the kid get home?” snapped Chuck.
Becky’s face was still red from Tito’s first slap when a second one hit her.
Jim shook his head in a silent “NO,” but Becky was facing away. Tito hit her a third time, sending a shockwave through her entire body.
“TWO-THIRTY,” she finally blurted, “but she won’t be home.” “She has a late practice.”
Jim was confused. Maybe he hadn’t heard right or had forgotten something. He didn’t remember anything about Cheryl staying late today. He prayed that he was wrong.
“Tito, check this out,” said Manuel.
He came up along-side Tito who was still holding Becky pinned to the floor. Manuel held out the portrait and dropped it right down on Becky’s stomach. Tito had resumed his attack on Becky but stopped in mid-stroke when he saw the picture.
“Whoa,” cried Tito, as he gave an exaggerated deep thrust.
It was Becky’s daughter, Cheryl. She had just turned 18 over the summer and was now in her senior year at the local high school. She was dressed in a cheerleader outfit. Her legs were spread in a cheer pose, revealing a tight, young, body. The cotton sweater she wore obscured her breasts, but there was no doubt that she took after her mom. Tito pressed the cold frame down against Becky’s stomach and resumed his thrusting, all the while staring at the picture and making vulgar remarks about the girl’s body.
“Please not my baby,” Becky prayed to herself. She thought that if he finished quickly, he might leave her daughter alone. Leaning forward, Tito pressed the frame down onto Becky’s lower abdomen. He seemed to be trying to feel the movement of his own cock inside of her, or maybe just trying to add more friction against it.
“Aggh!” cried Tito shortly. “Yes, yes, argh.”
His jaws tightened as he began coming in Becky. He was groaning and pumping like mad but, for some reason, pulled his dick out. His prick was bright pink, and it was still spurting out jets of cum. Sticky strands of it landed on Becky’s stomach and formed thin lines back to his cock. Tito squeezed hard at the base of his cock with his fist, trapping the blood inside. His cock was still rock-hard and he batted it against her dripping pussy slinging cum all over. Droplets of cum even splattered up onto the glass smearing her daughter’s picture.
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