“You left these on the floor,” she sniggers as she raises the soaked fabric, “what a slob you are. Do you think you need to be punished for it?”
Audrie nods her head submissively, and opens her mouth. Laurie grins as she forces the panties inside, and Audrie hums a pathetic tone of approval.
“I think you look much prettier like this,” Laurie runs a hand through Audrie’s flailing, platinum hair, “a slut in her natural state.”
Audrie squirms in delight as Laurie degrades her, and I see her juices running freely down her thigh. She slinks a hand through her legs, and continues the masturbation we so rudely interrupted before.
“You know,” Laurie says, smiling inches away from Audrie’s face, “you’re not the first woman we did this to.”
Laurie climbs up on the back of the couch, so that her thighs separate at Audrie’s chin. She lovingly pets the woman’s hair as I brutally drive my cock into her ass.
“Though the last woman was much more… willing than you were.” Laurie snickers, running her hands through Audrie’s fine strands, “You have something in common with that woman, would you like to guess what it is?”
Audrie obviously can’t respond, and in her mental state, I doubt she could have even if she wasn’t gagged. She’s screaming muffled ecstasy from around her panties, and driving her hips back against me as I slap her to the beat of my thrusts. Every pull of my cock causes her pelvic floor to stretch from her body, and every time that happens, Audrie’s knees give out in pleasure. She’s losing her mind; her eyes are rolled back, and spit is leaking from her stuffed mouth. She is nothing but the singular focus of her lust, but something tells me that what Laurie has to say might just knock her out of it.
“The last woman we did this to, was also married to Bradley Baker,” Laurie smiles, “and he’s only had two wives.”
Audrie’s rolled-back eyes dart forward, and widen. She tries to say something from around her gagged mouth, but no words come out. I placate her mental discomfort with the motion of my hips, and she soon relaxes, and falls back under my overbearing control; whimpering softly as she lurches in the prison of her self-designed rape.
“What a pretty picture that is,” Laurie laughs, “I think I’ll capture it. Say ‘cheese,’ Audrie.”
Laurie snaps a picture of the lust-drunk woman, and Audrie is too lost in her perverse fugue state to react. Laure smiles over to me, shows me who the picture is addressed to, and clicks ‘send.’ She immediately gets a message back, and her eyes widen in excitement.
“Guess what, Audrie,” Laurie smiles, “we’re about to have a family reunion.”
AUDRIE
It’s a rare thing to get what you want, exactly how you want it. My ass cheeks are numbed from the relentless slaps of my step son, but the blows still send delightful stings into my depths. My asshole is a stretched, gaping ruin, but it still clenches and coils around Tom as he advances, making him break me open for each ferocious thrust. My mouth is filled with the flavor of my own perverse filth, but it still sucks with ravenous want as I taste myself from the fabric of my panties. I’ve always had a rape fantasy, but never the correct partner to act it out; now I have two.
Tom is fucking me so hard that my body is being pushed into the back of the couch. My spine is curved unnaturally; my ass perked upward and spread to accommodate my step-son, while my torso is pressed mercilessly upright into the cushions. My hands are splayed open and pushing hard at my sides; my wrists aching in their bent state as my arms strain to keep myself from breaking in half. My breasts are squished and deformed against the cushions, and my nipples are being dragged mercilessly along the abrasive fabric. My chin rests on the top of the furniture, and my vision is filled with Laurie’s glistening, tight pussy. Her lips are flushed and wet, and her slit is oozing with the secretion of her arousal. She tousles my hair playfully as she degrades me, and I revel in her verbal abuse. Yes Laurie, I am an anal whore who likes getting raped. Yes Laurie, I love having my step-son’s cock in my ass. Yes Laurie, I deserve this; this is exactly what I want. Yes Laurie, I’d absolutely love to meet your mother. She shows me the picture she took; my eyes rolled back, my panties stuffed into my leaking mouth, and my tan, fit body a ruin of handprints, sweat, and gaping holes. I make a mental note to ask her for a copy of the picture; this is a day I’m going to want to remember.
“Guess what, Audrie,” she says, “we’re about to have a family reunion.”
I look up at her from the tops of my eyes, my sight glazed with tears of strain and pleasure. What did she mean by that? It doesn’t matter; all that matters is the feeling inside me. The churning, quaking pressure building in my depths, compelling me to push back against Tom as he rapes my asshole, compelling me to scream muffled euphoria from my disgraceful gag. I grind my ass into his pelvis as we make contact, and my eyes roll into my head as I feel his cock pierce me in deeper, virgin territory.
“Audrie,” Laurie giggles, removing the panties from my mouth, “Bradley is coming home right now. He’s going to walk in on us.”
“I don’t care,” I gasp, feeling my pelvic floor distend from my body, “(gaaaAAH!) let him (Ah!) see us.”
“My, my,” Laurie laughs gaily, “what a faithful wife you are.”
“I want him to see,” I moan, my words interrupted by my pleasure, “I (hnnGGG!) want him to see (aaaAAAH!) how I like it.”
“You know what I want?” Laurie whispers, her lips quirked in a devious smile, “I want you to watch me get double-penetrated by my dad and brother.”
“I want to watch you,” I whisper back, staring submissively up at her from the tops of my eyes, “please (fuck!) let them do it (AAAAAH!) to me when you’re done.”
“Maybe…” Laurie trails off, her lips parted and smiling, her eyes staring expectantly at my moaning mouth, “but you have to earn it, Audrie.”
I don’t need any instruction. I wait for Tom to pull back for his next thrust, and then lurch forward with his drive, allowing his momentum to carry me upward. I’m dragged along the fabric of the couch, until my breasts pop free from the top of it. I grab Laurie by the glutes as I ascend, and pull her pelvis to my face. My lips mush against her tender, moist petals, and my tongue slides between them. I taste the sweet nectar of her slit, and translate all the pleasure of my fierce sodomy into the passion of my lewd kiss. I moan as I lick her insides, and drag her ass closer to me so that I can feel her deeper. She pushes her hands against the back of my head, arches her spine, and grinds on my face in a lustful dance. Her moans mingle with my stifled screams, and Tom begins to vocalize his own ascension. From outside, I hear the sound of car doors slamming, and the beep of them being locked remotely. I hear the laughter of two women and a man as they walk up the steps. I recognize the voice of the man, but the women are strangers to me. I don’t stop backing my ass into Tom, and I don’t stop licking Laurie; the idea of Bradley seeing me like this turns me on even more. I wrap my lips around my step-daughter’s labia, and pull gently backward, stretching her tender petals from her slit. She grins down at me, excitement written across her face, and I smile back with her fleshy erogeneity leaking in my mouth. I hear the door unlatch, and my heart skips a beat.
Part Two: Reconnecting with Daddy
BRADLEY
“…trust me,” I laugh as I escort the two beautiful women to the front door, “Audrie will absolutely love you. She’ll probably try to impress you because you’re a lesbian and she’ll want to show how progressive she is.”
“She sounds like a lovely woman,” Sierra smiles, “I can’t wait to meet her.”
I grasp the door knob, and stop. This is it; I’m going to see the children I basically abandoned over ten years ago. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I turn to Sierra with an apprehensive look on my face. She smiles warmly, and gives me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. I steel myself, take a deep breath, force a smile on my face, and open the door. My smile stays glued to my face, and broadens into a skeletal grimace as my world comes crashing down around me.
My wife is bent over on the couch, her curvaceous figure naked save for the tattered remains of her UCLA top. Her face is buried into a young woman’s crotch, whose features are obscured by a curtain of brown, curly hair. The young woman pets Audrie’s head possessively as a young man of similar complexion spreads my wife open and rails mercilessly into her gaping asshole. Audrie tilts her face away from the cunilingus; her pale lips glistening with the woman’s juices, her makeup smeared and running, and her expression a look of arousal so perverse it corrupts her pristine features. She smiles at me, but not with the companionable smile she usually regards me with, but a lecherous, wicked smile I’ve never seen her wear before.
“Hey, Honey,” she moans as she spreads herself for the man fucking her ass, “you’re home early; we have surprise visitors.”
The young woman looks up, and I see my daughter’s face for the first time in over a decade. The young man turns around, and I see my own grin stretched across Tom’s lips.
“Hey, old man.” Tom says in an easy, nonchalant manner.
“Hi, Daddy,” Laurie giggles, and dismounts from the back of the couch in a summersault, “we were just getting to know our step-mom.”
“She’s been very accommodating,” Tom grins, and slaps Audrie hard across the ass, causing her back muscles to tense and her mouth to squeal, “what a treat she is.”
Tom grips Audrie by the hips and spins them both around as Laurie struts along the couch, staring at me with a wicked smirk strewn across her lips. Tom lands on the couch with Audrie atop him; her legs splayed outside of his, her back resting along his abdomen, and her hands reaching behind herself to grasp the back of his head. She grinds on him; her abdomen flexing in waves of sinuous motion, her supple ass deforming against his driving pelvis, her perfect breasts jiggling to the fervency of their passion, and her eyes watching me intently as her open, smiling lips vocalize a pleasure I never gave her. Tom watches me from behind her, and then wraps a possessive hand around her throat, and forces her face to his. They share a vulgar kiss of entwining tongues and open lips while they stare at me from the corners of their eyes. My daughter kneels between my wife’s legs, and plants her face into the frothing petals at their apex. She tenderly cups Tom’s balls as his cock thrusts ferociously into the gaping ruin of Audrie’s anus. I can see the contractions of pleasure twitching up my wife’s taint, compelling her to writhe in a display of lithe motion and possessed sexuality. She continues to stare at me as she kisses my son; stifled tones of her ecstasy escalating from her occupied mouth. Tom jackhammers his way into my wife’s ass, and she reacts by arching her back against him, and grinding her ass deeper into his pelvis. My daughter licks the secretion of Audrie’s lust, and the trickle of nectar becomes a flood. Audrie breaks from the kiss; her head flying backward, her mouth gaping open, and her neck straining to yield her cry. They rise to the whim of Tom’s elevating thrusts, and I hear him grunting and groaning in the heat of his climax. They come together, and I watch in horror as my son fills my wife’s asshole. His seed drips down his shaft, and into my daughter’s awaiting mouth. Audrie’s scream finally subsides, and her desperate pants and gasps turn to whimpers of satisfaction. Laurie pulls Tom’s cock out of Audrie’s ass, and my wife’s sphincter contracts lazily into a semi-closed orifice. Laurie circles her tongue around Audrie’s dripping anus, collecting the spillage as Audrie moans her soft approval. She take’s Tom’s still-engorged member, and sucks him clean; watching me as she does it. She pulls him out of her throat with a sigh, climbs to Audrie’s tilted back head, and passes the milky contents of her mouth between my wife’s awaiting lips.
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