John Kellerman - The family secret

"Ubnnnn…" she moaned through the towel as a finger opened her cunt. It was already juicy from having been eaten by Perry so the finger went in easily. She jerked as it was twisted and dragged slowly out again. Now she was rolled onto her back and ha legs pushed back dl her knees touched her breasts. Only then did she notice the blanket under her. It was thoughtful of him, whoever it was. But it was Howell, wasn't it? Playing another of his dirty fucks?

"Muuuhnnnn!" she groaned, unable to say anything with the towel across her mouth. She was being tied in that position, she could feel him snugging the ropes so that her thighs were bound to her body. She was rolled onto one side so that the knots could be tied. She was really getting scared now. She doubted whether Howell would try anything like that. He wouldn't have to. One touch and she was ready to go whenever he started rubbing up against her.

Again she was pulled onto her knees. It felt weird, bound helplessly in the fetal position, her forehead against the blanket on the floor, her knees flattening her breasts. Now she knew that her abductor was going to have her, just like that. He held his hands against her ass cheeks, guiding something close. It was hot, alive. It was the head of a cock. And then Abby knew that it wasn't Howell. As hung as he was, he wasn't this big!

"Ohhhhmmmm!" she moaned as the head was pressed up between her cunt lips. If she hadn't been so oily with lubrication, it would never have fit. But with grunts from the man behind her, she felt her pussy stretch around the bulging, hot crown. It was really enormous. It almost hurt, but the rubbing pleasure overshadowed any discomfort very quickly.

Abby found herself grunting as each thrill tinged through her loins. The big man moved his hips, pulled her back so that she was almost in his lap but still bound as lightly as ever. With another lunge he sank four inches of thick shaft. Her pussy smacked as the juices were forced out to make worn for the blood-packed thing.

"Huhnnn… Nhhoooo," she gasped into the towel. The man was obviously enjoying her helplessness. Whenever she tried to use her hands to pull herself forward, he grabbed them and held them. His hands circled her wrists so easily that she felt like a stick doll.

But maybe it was her imagination. She was a little drunk and in the darkness her mind was playing wild tricks. Her father had big hands and so did Jim the chauffeur. There was Randall Hams, too, who came to work in the yard every Tuesday and Thursday. Could Randall have sneaked into the house, knowing that her father had gone for the evening? At this point, Abby thought anything might be possible.

The big cock was all the way inside her now. She knew that there would never be enough worn for another inch of it. She was surprised that she was woman enough to have this want up to the balls. Her mind swain as the pleasure tickled around the edges of her hole.

"Ohh… Nhhhoooo!" She could imagine different people waiting in line to have at her. That left only Howell and Kevin and her father Carl. She knew it wasn't Howell and she was pretty certain it wasn't Kevin. Her father?

"Nnnnoooo… Ohhh shit," she said.

The big cock inside her was moving like a piston, her juices squirted out as it took up all the room she had and stretched for more. That head felt like a huge mushroom deep in her body. It rubbed her so hard! She could hardly stand it any longer. And the ropes holding her in that cramped position only heightened her excitement somehow. She could move her curvy ass only a little bit as that shaft slurped and speared into her swollen bloom.

The big man was holding her on his lap now, arms encircling her body. She felt the movements of his body and the way his breath was. She knew that he was about to come. If only he hadn't put on so much cologne, she might've smelled who it was. She was pretty good with her nose.

Suddenly her bonds were loose, cut with a sharp knife. The man pushed her into a new position without once taking his big cock from her pussy. Abby was so stoned on the sex that she willingly did what he wanted. She was forced to stand and lean against the wall using her hands for support. Behind her he widened her feet on the floor by kicking her gently with his own bare feet. His cock sucked and stabbed and she let her head dangle weakly between her stretched arms as her excitement reached a crescendo.

"Nnuuuhhhnnn! Muuuummmmm!" She couldn't keep her hips still now. Strong fingers sank into her flesh as the big cock exploded with boiling sap. As the thick, hot stuff dribbled out and down her clit, she came, too. She came with a whimpering cry in the towel over her mouth. In the billiard room she thought she could hear something thumping around. Perry was trying to get loose and come to her rescue. She let her eyes roll back as the spasms blasted her away into utter ecstasy. That big cock was doing things to her she couldn't believe. But it had all happened so fast!

As the last few spurts came out into her pussy, the big man held himself deep, rolling his hips upwards, almost lifting her feet from the floor. She had to stand on tiptoes as the pleasure was ground against her and she twitched and started to come again. Her abductor snorted and gave her more of his jetting prick.

If only he would say something! Then she'd know! She took the chance of reaching back between her legs, pretending to be overcome with passion, which really wasn't hard to pretend at all. And as she started to come again, she made herself concentrate enough to grasp the big shaft and squeeze it. Abby was hoping that a cockhair would come loose in her hand. Not that it would tell her anything. But if it was red, she'd know that her abductor was Randall Hams the gardener.

The big cock was jerked suddenly from her hole and she was pushed roughly onto the floor again. A last spurt or two cascaded down her back. But she had her sprig of cockhair! She had it pinched firmly between thumb and finger. The man put a blanket over her head. She sat there until the door had opened and closed again. Then she staggered to her feet and turned on the light.

She placed the cockhair on the counter and got her gag undone.

"Oh shit, it's brown. Just like everybody in the world has."

"Abby!" It was Perry, about to freak out. She dabbed with the blanket at her throbbing pussy. The lips were all blossomed out like she'd been really had. She was surprised that she didn't feel more shaken… more angry about what had happened. As much as anything she was mad at Perry. He looked so foolish all tied up. Of course it had been her idea. But that didn't change it much. Perry was foolish.

"Was someone in there?" he asked as she jerked the knots loose.

"It was just Santa Claus," she snapped. "He had a present for me I guess he forgot to bring last Christmas."

"Abby, are you all right?" Perry tried to take her in his arms. Abby pushed him away.

"I'm fine. Except for a terminal case of boredom whenever I'm around you."

Perry looked like he was trying to think of something to say. Then he got up and dressed. She felt sorry for him, felt like she should soften her words some. Instead she let him go. He left the room without looking back. She had the distinct feeling that she'd never see him again. And really, that wasn't so bad after all. Being alone wasn't so bad when company meant Perry.

When Abby went to her bedroom to wash up and change clothes, she found a note on her bed. A thrill went through her when she saw Howell's handwriting. "I'll come to your room at nine tonight," she read, "to give you more of what you want." Howell had signed it and drawn a stylized cock and balls below his name.

Abby crumpled the note and shook her head. But Howell's words had affected her. She couldn't forget the way he'd shoved her against the wall and slipped his cock in her pussy so easily. The power of his hunger had swept her along too. She'd wanted to resist with every part of her mind, but Howell's passions had been strong enough for both of them. And now after being taken by an unknown male in her very own house, her libido was at an extremely high level.