Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Voluma One

Hissing wails of breath tumbled from her lips. Her cunt felt as if it were being steel-wooled into raw, bloodied meat… but then not quite so bad as it began to moisten with her own lubricating juices; however, simultaneously, his penetration increased, until she felt as if her whole passage and belly were being split open, as if she were being ripped from her anus to her breasts, the latter, of which, were being squeezed, pulled and knurled viciously.

Kneeling behind her obscenely spread and presented buttocks, Axel gritted his teeth and fucked in and out of her with dynamic lunges that began from his toes and quivered up through his strong, lean thighs to reach the apex of sensation in his long, rock-hard cock pummeling into her, ramming and splattering her flesh in every direction, blazing a trail of entry as if his lust-inflated shaft were an auger tunneling into her soft, vibrant body. His hands clutched at her satin-smooth white flesh, squeezing and punishing sadistically, hurting her and making her cry out and writhe with the pain, fear and degradation.

His balls swung wildly, alive with a mounting pressure ever building, while his cock tingled and pulsated. He ran his hands over the tormented flesh which, unwillingly but helplessly, was at his mercy. He jerked her buttocks apart, spreading them open obscenely, exposing the little wrinkled, inflamed hole of her anus, and he shoved his thick finger into it finding little resistance. His cock was battering into her to the last fraction of an inch, the sheath of her cunt still snug around his rigidity, its clasping, milking folds raising foul obscenities of delight to spew from his knife-like lips.

Ginny knew no pleasure. She was helpless, shamed, and her body ached as if it were infested with demons of the damned. She lay with her face sideways against the bedcover, enduring the unbelievable abuse at her helpless genitals with silent tears. All of her life she had given herself and had been taken by men, but never had she felt more naked, more debased, and so defenseless. Her crotch was one great open gap and his massive, violent prick was racing into it like some pistoning bludgeon being driven by super force. She was being hopelessly destroyed.

Her lips opened and closed in agony. Occasionally, she tried to flatten her hips or draw her buttocks in to lessen the pain of her rectum, but this only tightened her vagina, increasing the torture of his ruthless entry. And then, suddenly, there were fingers at her lips, opening her mouth, and a rubbery, stiff, hot object being rubbed around her there. She opened her eyes and saw it… a prick long and thin… Poulette's lead-hard rod, and he was lying along side her, pushing the vile thing into her mouth. She tried to resist, twist her head and squirm away, nauseated with the mere thought, but he grabbed at her nose, pinching it between thumb and forefinger until she gasped for breath, then the thin pole of flesh rammed in, crushing through her moist, red lips, between her even, white teeth and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She felt it on her tongue, no longer like a thin instrument, but a huge, blunt, hot cudgel, absorbing her complete attention momentarily from the never-ending battering of her vagina and the turgid head that was crashing against her cervix, causing her to jerk forward from the agony.

"Suck it, you cunt!" Poulette hissed between his teeth. "And suck it with feeling or I'll slit your fucking throat!"

Ginny felt his hips begin to rotate in toward her and his long cock to slide in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, always leaving an inch or two beyond her lips in the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. He had grasped both sides of her head vise-like between his thin, strong hands and was holding it firm. Abruptly, he began to saw into her face with viciousness, causing her to gag as he plunged it half-way down her throat, its full length near-disappearing between her wide-stretched, ovalled lips to the hilt. Suddenly, his balls slapped harshly against her chin, the wiry black hair covering them tickling like the brush of a feather. She struggled for breath, catching small lungfuls of air on his outstroke.

She closed her eyes. Saliva filled her mouth and once or twice she coughed and spluttered, but then she grew accustomed to the asphyxiating entry and let it move in and out with rapidly increasing vigor, racing at a faster pace than its cohort gouging her cunt.

Axel suddenly realized that he was going to cum. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, white flesh of her thighs and buttocks fiendishly, thrusting with demoniacal fury, sensing his approaching orgasm growing in its intensity, until there was a heavy weight of blood hanging on the knob of his aching prick. He gaped at her tender lips clasping around the expanding, whitening cock of Poulette, who was writhing his own hips frantically as he fucked into her face. She was sucking and licking him now with subservient compliance, completely resolved to her task, as if she was working to end it.

Ginny was praying for it to reach a conclusion. The cock in her mouth was slimy with her saliva, and momentarily the moisture was thicker and the taste more pungent. She felt his loins pound against her face, tensing now in growing, trembling movements. His hands gripped her cheeks and then her hair, and he seemed to be trying to shove his prick down her throat to meet the other racing up into her cunt. Oh God… Oh God! she groaned inwardly, as they buffeted her back and forth like some lifeless mannequin between them, using her helpless, defenseless body as some great receptacle into which they'd pump their lewd, lascivious sperm. She felt hardly human any longer, for it seemed that the debased ravaging of her body had been going on for a never-ending eternity.

Poulette gasped, once, twice, a third time, then crushed his hips into her face so that she was suffocated and fought for breath, and even as she struggled, her mouth was flooded, his jerking cock gushing forth thick streams of creamy, piquant liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts spewing from it, while immediately it began to lose its size and weight and his loins fell away, allowing her to breathe again. She opened her mouth to spit out some of the seething sperm clinging to her tongue and the roof of her mouth, but the opportunity was short lived. McShea had hauled Poulette from the bed and dropped his own big frame in his place. Before she could twist away or close her mouth again, his long, thick foreskinned prick crashed between her lips and she groaned in bitter anguish as she realized the vile degradation was about to be repeated. Again… and then, perhaps… again after that…

Numbly, she became aware once more of the filling of her cunt from behind, the pummeling rod of flesh that was pounding into her belly untiringly, and that was as broad and deep as her loins. There was no erotic feeling… nothing except the pained frictioned scraping of his cock as it grated against her cuntal walls. He was almost to the point of orgasm; she could hear him panting and grunting, his brutal stroke always increasing… faster, faster… harder, harder… and he expanded her thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost forced down flat on the bed, with her hips and pelvis afire with their ache at the inhuman stretching.

He gasped and cursed while at the same time, McShea's heavy cock was poling into her mouth to her tonsils, then, she felt him thrust into her so hard from behind that she cried out around the choking, blood-engorged head of the prick in her mouth, and he began to jerk convulsively against her ass as his shaft began shooting its thick, hot load deep up into her painfully burning cuntal passage; at last, he, too, was falling back away from her, allowing a cool rush of air to brush against and soothe her tortured cunt. But it was a brief respite, for as he crawled away she could feel another taking his place. Frantically, she twisted her neck and looked up and back to see Poulette mounting her, his thin, powerful hands tearing brutally at her round, white ass-cheeks, his finger gouging at her tender, puckered little anus. My God, he had another erection!