Callie had taken out a camera and was filming Angelina’s humiliation. Pausing every few minutes to masturbate a little.
Mina tapped her mother on the shoulder. Lila slid her dildo out of Angelina’s red, inflamed asshole and stepped back, allowing Mina to roughly drive her dong into Angelina’s sphincter. Angelina moaned around my cock as I continued to slide my meat in and out of her mouth. A thick streamer of throat slime and maybe a little bit of vomit hung down from her chin and shook with each of my strokes.
Lila appeared next to me, stroking the dong she had just pulled out of Angelina’s asshole. I slid my cock out of our wayward Realtor’s mouth and my wife drove her strap-on in its place. Angelina made a choking noise and a fresh load of slime sluiced out of the side of her mouth and her nose, sliding all the way down to the floor. Lila grabbed her hair and face-fucked Angelina with gusto.
Mina, meanwhile, was going about her damage to Angelina’s asshole at least a little gentler than her mother had. Angelina’s sphincter was now intensely red and inflamed and sliding out further and further with each stroke Mina made.
Callie with her camera, having documented Angelina’s wrecked ass, was knelt beside Lila, capturing every choke, gag, and retch that racked Angelina’s mouth. A nasty puddle had formed on the floor under her chin, and Lila didn’t seem like she was in the mood to stop. Out of concern for Angelina’s well-being, I tapped Mina on the shoulder and pointed to Lila. When Mina came up beside her, Lila tapped out and let Mina have a run at Angelina’s well-used throat while Dorothy started in on Angelina’s gaped, abused asshole.
I pulled my wife to me and we kissed, her pendulous tits pressing against my muscled chest, her hips pressed together around my pulsating meat. As nice as it was to fuck my daughters and the Helmsworth twins, Lila and I knew each others bodies well, and let’s face it, this was the woman I truly loved.
We kissed and I reached around, unbuckling her strap-on and pushing it to the floor, then grabbed her mom-ass and lifted her up, planting her on the edge of a massage table. She wrapped her legs around me as I slid my meat into her soaking slit. The energy of the new sexual experiences we had had over the last 48 hours injected itself into our love making. She was hot and drenched, I was hard and pulsating. She moved her hips in time with each of my thrusts. We moaned in almost perfect synchronicity.
Behind us, Mina had tapped out and Dorothy had switched to Angelina’s dripping, slimy mouth. Lorelei, the last in line, drove her super-thick strap-on into Angelina’s red, inflamed, gaping asshole. Lorelei was the only one of the strap-ons that got a groan from Angelina. She involuntarily yanked her head off of Dorothy’s dong.
“Fuck, what the fuck is that thing, a freight train?” she croaked, her throat hoarse from the beating it was taking. But that was all she was able to get out before Dorothy forced her dildo back into Angelina’s piehole. Angelina mumbled something else but nobody had any idea what – nor did anyone really care.
I glanced over at the Helmsworths. I have to admit, it was a terrifying. The gruesome, wrecked, bloody twins were spit-roasting Angelina with everything they had. Their blood-covered tits shook with each stroke they made, a chunk of Dorothy’s skull was hanging to the side and flapping with her motions, and the dark smiles on their faces were horrifying. I was really glad I wasn’t a murderer or accomplice – having to ever look something like that in the eye as the guilty one would drive me over the edge.
Callie had documented all this on her video camera, including the gory Helmsworths and close-ups of the red, abused flesh of Angelina’s asshole trying to cope with the monster dong Lorelei was driving in and out of it. But suddenly she noticed that her mother and father were hugging and having a slow, quiet, intense standing fuck on one one of the massage tables. She crept over to us and suddenly I felt her hand on the inside of my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I need to get a close-up,” Callie said with a giggle. “Spread your legs, I want a clean shot of your cock in mom’s pussy.”
Lila giggled. I thought about protesting, but what could I say? I had already tested every hole both my daughters had, so it was a little late for modesty. I spread my legs a bit and Callie held the camera between them as I slipped my meat in and out of her mother’s slit. It felt like the insides of Lila’s cunt went up several degrees in temperature. I felt a fresh load of grool slide out around my cock and I realized that she was turned on by the idea of our daughter filming out lovemaking. I leaned forward and we kissed as Callie kept the camera pointed as Lila’s cunt. Lila came around my cock and her slit tightened around me. I could feel my balls tighten.
“Money shot! Give me a money shot!” Callie said. Mina appeared and pushed me backwards, yanking my cock out of her mother’s cunt and stroking me fast. I closed my eyes and a second later my seed pulsed out all over Lila’s heavy chest as Callie filmed her mother’s come-christening. Lila leaned forward and pulled my cock into her mouth, sucking down my semen, then letting it dribble down her chin for Callie’s benefit.
I heard Angelina let out a loud moan and glanced over my shoulder. The Helmsworth twins had pulled out of her holes and Angelina was coughing and sputtering.
The twins unhooked Angelina from the rack, and she slid to the floor on her hands and knees, then lay down on her back and gazed up at the rest of us. Angelina’s face seemed to have gotten ten years younger now that she had loosed her secret she had kept for so long. She looked up at the wrecked visages of the Helmsworth twins with a mixture of interest and horror.
The twins turned and flickered out for a moment, before returning as the lovely, curvy young women we all loved.
“I am such a complete shit,” Angelina said, finally. “I can’t believe I went along with this all these years. I’ll do anything I can to set this right.”
“We’ll hold you to that,” I said.
PART VII
I held out my hand and Angelina climbed to her feet . She cleaned herself up, including a smattering of blood from the pounding her ass had taken. Then we all hung around the bondage dungeon, recovering and discussing next steps.
“If we go straight to the police, Bart Dover will clam right up,” Angelina said. “Once he is charged, he has no motivation to provide any help in finding the ashes. And it’s not like a case with a missing body, so I don’t know that the state is going to have that high on their priority list. The bodies were already identified and documented. Missing ashes twenty years later is just a paperwork exercise.”
“To Dorothy and Lorelei it’s a lot more than a paperwork exercise,” Mina said, frustration creeping into her voice. “We need those ashes if they’re ever going to be able to stop haunting an old bed and a couple of old pistols.”
“Agreed, but who’s going to believe us?” Lila said.
“Whatever strategy we work out, I think it probably needs to involve putting the Helmsworth twins in front of Bart somehow,” I said. “Angelina, what can you tell us about Bart Dover?”
Angelina sighed. “Bart’s a tough nut to crack. He’s an electrician, been one all his life, and makes a pretty decent living. Not long after he murdered the Helmsworths, he married and had a son, Will. Though he was married, he remained a skirt-chaser – still is. His wife dumped him when Will was about five and took Will with her, though she only moved about a half hour away. Bart always had a mean streak, and that just made him meaner. After that, he made some half-hearted attempts to rekindle his relationship with me, but I gave him a hard no. When Will got a little older, he moved back in with his dad, as boys will often do. That softened Bart a good bit, but he never really recovered from the insult of losing his wife. Now that Will has graduated from college and got a place of his own, Bart is spending way too much time alone in that house, brooding. This is going to be tough.”
“Do you think he still has a thing for you?” Callie asked.
“Yes, a little,” Angelina replied. “He pops by the office every few weeks, ‘just to say hi’ as he puts it. He always acts real nice towards me, but he still has a temper with everyone else. And it’s not just that he’s reserved, I could deal with that. He’s short with anyone who’s not an attractive young woman. It’s too bad, he’s a nice-looking guy with a good job in a small town. They’re hard to come by.”
“Interesting,” Lila said. “When I went and talked to him, he seemed kind of quiet, but he was actively engaged in our conversation.”
“What were you wearing?” Angelina asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Did you show any skin?”
Lila chuckled. “Maybe a little…”
“Any personal interests, hobbies, etc?” I asked.
“He has a collection of about a dozen vintage firearms. For a steep price, he’s also the go-to guy for townsfolk who can’t pass a gun-buyer’s background check, if you catch my drift. He has a classic 80’s Trans Am Firebird he uses to try to pick up drunk college girls. Nice car, but no. Other than that, he just sits in that house, guzzles Buds, and watches ESPN.”
“Tits, cars, beer, and guns – a real man” Mina sneered. “I think we’ve got some things we can work with.”
We spent the next couple hours drawing up plans, then Angelina went home. The twins spent the evening with some friends going to see a movie, and Lila and I had a quiet night alone at home (besides the ghosts in the attic).
The next morning was a Sunday. Angelina called about noon and said that Bart Dover was expecting us at 2:00.
I watched out the front window, waiting for Angelina’s car to go by, then we walked down the street, all four of us. We had spent much of the morning practicing our routine and memorizing lines in the hope that our all our planning would work out. We had our fingers crossed.
It was a warm day and the twins had worn spaghetti tanks that clung to their slender bodies, accentuating their small chests and permitting just the hint of pokies. My wife went braless under a super-tight, pink T-shirt that complemented her bust in a way that was breathtaking – even Callie and Mina were trying not to stare. I wore an oversized button-up shirt that minimized my musculature as much as possible. I was trying to look scrawny and scared – not an easy task.
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