Manuel lowered his pants and ignored the sloppy mess surrounding her cunt. He knelt down and began nursing on one of Becky’s bruised tits. Becky was breathing hard through her nose. She was almost accepting of this abuse if it meant one more of them would leave her daughter alone.
Chuck was now toying with Cheryl on the couch. He had a firm grip on her one arm and was biting and slobbering at any part of her he could get to. Andy had planned to film some fucking, but Chuck was just teasing Cheryl for the time being. He seemed to relish in her terrorized screams for help. Manuel was not going to waste any such foreplay time with Becky, so Andy figured to video Manuel’s initial penetration of her.
Manuel’s cock wasn’t extremely long, but it was as thick as a man’s wrist. Andy was almost giddy as he proceeded to coach Manuel on how to take Becky. With only a slight amount of pressure, her pussy lips resisted before opening. Manuel’s penetration was only possible because of the two previous attacks. He buried his cock fully on the first thrust and groaned. The warm semen still inside Becky lubricated the head of his cock. He, like Chuck, also enjoyed the terror and suffering of his victims. Manuel even removed Becky’s gag so he could clearly hear her grunts as he continued on with her. Manuel held her thighs apart and lined his cock straight-on. He continued an all-out assault, driving his cock into the sloppy mess of her cunt. With each thrust, the fluids, mixed with sweat, made a sloppy suction noise.
Jim was on the floor only a couple feet from Becky, watching as she took on her third cock of the day. His head was raised as much as he could, but his eyes were a blur. Jim stared transfixed at the sight of Manuel’s thick cock pumping in and out of his wife’s pussy. Her saturated cunt was so full that it was actually forcing out some of the semen left from the first two men. The excess cum was forming a bubbly ring around the base of Manuel’s prick as he pumped at her.
Jim’s mental state was now so confused that his brain was now blurring reality. His tortured mind had slipped back to a time when he was just a lad. He remembered watching his grandmother on the front porch. She was making butter from milk fat.
The worn seal on the handle of the old butter churn allowed a frothy ring of partially thickened cream to form at the base of the shaft. Jim remembered drawing his finger around the shaft and tasting fresh butter as Grandmother pumped at the handle. Becky’s oozing pussy reminded him of that memory in a distorted sort of way. The sloppy noise of the assault tore at Jim’s heart.
Cheryl’s screams continued to echo around the room. Chuck got her by the hair and tossed her to the floor. The big man was standing over her. He was squeezing at the base of his cock. It was as if he was trying to force still more blood into it. Cheryl had turned around and was attempting to crawl away.
“Daddy, Daddy, please stop him!” she screamed.
Chuck knelt on the floor behind her and caught her by the leg, pulling her backwards. His cock found a soft spot on the top of her rosy ass cheeks. A devilish grin swept across his face. He had not taken anyone anally in some time, mostly because no woman could really handle his size.
“Damn, she’s looks tight,” he laughed.
Andy turned and realized that he was missing valuable footage.
“Hold on!” he yelled to Chuck.
Spinning the camera around, Andy left Manuel in mid rape and focused back on Cheryl. She was down on all fours. Chuck was behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart with his thumbs. He had begun probing her tiny asshole with his thick fingers. Crudely, he was trying to get several fingers into her, trying to loosen her up. Finally, after spitting at her butt, Chuck just leaned forward and mashed the tip of his prick against her anus. Cheryl was bawling like a new-born lamb and fighting to pull away.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she screamed, “Daddy, please make him stop.”
Chuck held onto her by the hips, following her across the rug. Andy shadowed them with the camera “zoomed in” to get the details. Somewhere during her crawl, her ass had yielded. Chuck had managed to partially drive his cock in. Each violent thrust from him now just lifted the poor girl’s knees completely off the floor. Cheryl’s legs would pedal uselessly, trying to wiggle off the invading cock. Her firm, young breasts shook each time she landed. Chuck would then hunch over her back, driving her down again. With his one hand free, he grabbed and pulled at her titties. Slobber dripped from his mouth, leaving a wet shine in the middle of Cheryl’s shoulder blades.
“NO, NO, Please take it out, PLEASE Stop. It hurts” she begged.
Jim’s ears stung with the helpless screams of his only daughter. To be introduced to sex in such a horrible way, he thought, her small frame can’t handle that man’s size. To have such a brute of a man split her like that, he had to be tearing up her insides. Jim turned toward his screaming daughter. Chuck’s cock looked as if it were a goddamn baseball bat poking out of her ass. Jim just had to turn away. He didn’t want to see things which would be burned in his mind forever.
“Uh Uh Uh Uh,” Cheryl’s voice repeated in sharp yelps that echoed throughout the room. Chuck’s powerful thrusts were driving the air out of her. Her squalling was now being drowned out by Chuck’s louder groans of pleasure. Cheryl was panting, trying to bear the pain of the violent assault by taking only short breaths.
Her smooth white skin contrasted against Chuck’s dark, hairy figure. His huge dong was now buried deep up inside her ass cheeks. Chuck even released his grip on her waist. He held her steady with one hand by mashing down on the small of her back. This caused her ass to flare back towards him. He gave the poor girl enough space so that it looked as though his huge dong was actually restraining her. The bulging shaft arched the gap between them and then disappeared into her creamy-white cheeks.
Eventually, Chuck just leaned back and planted both hands on his hips. He started swinging his hips from side to side. This caused Cheryl’s supple body to follow along. Chuck’s dick was now actually jerking her ass around.
“Ride that thing, bitch,” roared Andy.
“Giddy-up girl,” mocked Chuck, grabbing a hold of Cheryl’s ponytail with one hand and then wheeling the other free hand in the air, rodeo style.
Chuck tried getting to his feet with the girl still attached, but the thick bulb of his cock was wedged so tightly inside of her that her body weight pulled him back down.
Although she couldn’t see it all, Becky was aware of the assault going on with her daughter too. Her muffled cries were cruelly taunted.
“Noooooooooooo!” Becky could only moan.
These men seemed to especially enjoy listening to her suffering. They seemed to get some perverse pleasure out of hearing the wails and moans of each of their victims. Each cry from either Cheryl or Becky was now being answered with an enthusiastic “Yeah Baby, You tell me about it,” from one of the men. The tempo of this orgy of lust seemed to hinge on just how many screams of terror the attackers could draw.
“You ride it baby,” Chuck yelled, and followed it up with a sharp slap across Cheryl’s ass just for fun.
Meanwhile, every thrust by Manuel continued to roll Becky’s shoulders over the post. Her labored breathing was being exhausted through her nose. He had been humping away steadily at Becky like some beast in rut. Slobber hung from the corners of his mouth as his body went into convulsions. He shook at Becky’s hips wildly, and began spewing his pent-up load into her.
Becky’s saturated cunt would hold no more. The lips of her cunt began to puff open. The loads of cum began oozing out alongside Manuel’s driving prick. Her crotch was a total mess of sweat and mixed semen. Her legs, spread as they were, still twitched weakly some-how trying to resist.
Jim could only listen to his wife’s groans. He was being forced to watch as a helpless witness, as his family was being totally ravaged. His head was throbbing with both rage and pain. He listened to the grunts of the man on top of his wife who was now getting a third load of cum dumped into her. The gut-wrenching screams of his little Cheryl now sounded garbled. The horror of this situation was finally getting to Jim. How could they ever function as a family again? If they survived this, how would they ever be able to look at each other? How would this all end? Or would these thugs just murder them all?
Chuck’s attack on Cheryl was unrelenting. He released her hair, and with both hands on her hips lifted her from the floor. He carried her back to the couch and sitting, pulled her into a position on his lap. Andy stepped around in front of her, and zoomed-in on her face. Chuck lifted the helpless girl upward and dropped her squarely down on to his waiting prick.
Cheryl’s eyes were half-closed now, her resistance completely gone. Drool trailed from her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She seemed to be in a trance. Her mind was shutting down. She had been overloaded by this torture, and she was just going limp. Her head began to roll lifelessly back and forth as Chuck began pumping her in his lap. She looked like some half-inflated love doll. Cheryl now only emitted small grunts as Chuck forced her limp body down onto his stiff prick. He had clamped on her chest just under her armpits and was bouncing her in his lap like one would bounce a baby. Chuck soon began to increase his tempo. He shifted his grip, hugging her back against his chest. His large forearms were mashing the girl’s breasts flat. Cheryl was now practically unconscious.
Cheryl’s head had fallen back onto Chuck’s left shoulder and was flopping around as he worked at her. He began roughly biting at the side of her neck. Chuck was holding Cheryl upright, and in her state, she seemed unaware of anything now. She would have probably just slid right out of his lap had he not been holding onto her. With a low guttural groan, Chuck began cumming.
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