Heather Brown - Wild housewife

Breathlessly I waited for the rapist to enter the succulent preserve between my daughter's spread legs. Because of the adrenaline pumping through her body, Susan's cunt throbbed invitingly. Slaughter couldn't resist trying to get inside for long.

However, instead of getting down to Susan's level he abruptly reached down and snatched her up from the floor as though she were weightless. Holding her in the air like a doll, he brought her down on a direct angle toward his looming hard-on. Slaughter was going to fuck my daughter in mid-air.

Quickly the escaped convict centered the purple head of his prick against Susan's crotch, sliding its girth into the groove of her pink labia. It was shocking to see my child's beautiful, young pussy invaded by this alien force.

Jerking Susan's trunk toward him, Slaughter brutally slammed several phallic inches home. After he repeated the process, there was sufficient penetration to allow him to remove his hands and still leave her airborne. Yes, the pole of his cock was so strong he could suspend a healthy 16-year-old girl on it.

I knew I was supposed to be concentrating on my plan to put out Slaughter's lights, but the truth was that I was mesmerized by the incredible action. Duke Slaughter must have enjoyed himself plenty on his way to death row.

Once he had her securely locked in place, the fiend amused himself by bounding Susan up and down on the giant prong of his hard-on. Even though only half of his prick was engorging her twat, she was crying with pain because it was already in too far.

With his hands free, Slaughter squeezed Susan's firm sixteen-year-old tits. He pinched them until they were bright red and stiff.

In the meantime, his cock was accomplishing a few extra inches of probing insertion from the constant fucking motion. Eventually, perhaps two thirds of it was torturously filling my daughter's tight pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if even I, as a grown, fully developed woman, could take all of this prick to the hilt without splitting in two.

Apparently Slaughter was satisfied with the depth of his cock. He dropped his hands from Susan's tits to her waist and began jogging her rapidly back and forth. Masturbating with her. Getting ready to come.

A flash of insight abruptly struck me. Now was the time for my attack!

For the first time in several minutes, I looked away from the brutal rape of my daughter. On the track again, I was searching for a weapon.

Finally I settled on the biggest lamp we owned. The base was made out of a chunk of redwood.

While Slaughter snorted, Susan whimpered, and his huge cock pulled noisily in and out of her narrow pussy, I made my move. Scooting out from under the bed, I practically dove for the lamp.

Snatching it from the table top, I wheeled around and smashed it over Slaughter's head just as he turned around to see what was going on. Believe me, I put everything I had into that blow.

Unfortunately, my best had about as much effect on the thick-necked, hard-headed Slaughter as a gnat bite. Without even blinking, he kept right on fucking.

In fact, it even seemed to help him. Just seconds after the crash against his skull, his balls violently contracted and he came like a rocket in my daughter's cunt.

From my place beside them, I had a perfect view of the excess cum gushing from the sides of Susan's fucked twat. Within seconds her usually tan and smooth thighs were coated with the lumpy whiteness of sticky male gruel.

Maybe Slaughter was so absorbed in what he was doing he had forgotten I was even there. Perhaps if I made a break for it, I could reach the shiny gun that I now saw lying on the bed where he'd left it I darted to my right. I got about two feet. It was like running into a brick wall.

Slaughter reached out with one of his arms to stop me the instant I'd moved. Swinging violently, he felled me.

"Oh, Mom, are you all right?" Susan cried from her perch atop Slaughter's enormous cock.

"Don't worry, little girl, your momma'll be all right after I fuck her," the barbarian answered for me. "Nothin' ol' Duke likes better'n humpin' the daughter, and then following it up by screwing the cunt where she come from. I call that real togetherness."

"Leave my mother alone, you animal!" Susan shrieked.

"Whatta you care, little Miss Teenybopper," Slaughter growled, "I already gave you your fair share. Christ, your momma wants it as bad as you did, you little whore."

"Don't argue with the man, Susan," I forced myself to interrupt. There was no point in antagonizing the sadistic escaped convict; pleasing him was the name of the game if we were to survive. "God wants him to fuck me, the same as with you. We don't have anything to say about it. It's God's way."

"But, Mother-"

"Shhhhhh, dear," I softly hissed. "Mother knows best. The Lord works in mysterious ways."

Suddenly she got it. I could see by the expression on her face, and the way she quickly winked at me. Susan realized that if I seemed cooperative by playing into his religious fantasy, Slaughter would finally withdraw the sword of his prick from her suffering pussy and leave her alone. Maybe she could scurry to safety and get some help.

To make certain the plan had a chance, I decided to appear more than just cooperative. Still on the floor, I took advantage of my sprawled position to spread my legs to the ultimate. My pussy was flexing from between my thighs like a hairy fist.

"I'll bet you can't get it all the way inside me," I boldly challenged Slaughter. It was a spontaneous and cunning piece of strategy that put the rapist on the defensive for the first time.

Sliding Susan off his prick, he hissed at me: "You bitch! The Devil sent you to test me, didn't he?" Susan went flying into a corner and bounced like a rubber ball, but at least her punishment was over.

All the while, I was flashing my open twat, daring Slaughter to fuck me. The quicker he accepted my challenge for him to try and take me to the hilt, the sooner Susan could get away.

"Well, come on, Strongboy," I taunted him. "Are you going to fish or cut bait?"

I could tell he was dying to slug me. Steam was practically coming out of his chunky ears. I should have been terrified, but surprisingly I wasn't.

Even Slaughter was smart enough to realize that if he knocked me unconscious he'd never be able to prove to me he could screw me all the way down to his balls. It almost killed him, but somehow Slaughter managed not to clobber me.

"Stop stalling, motherfucker!" I snapped. "Put your cock in my cunt and start fucking me, you big ape." He growled just like the gorilla I had compared him to. When he began to guide his enormous hard-on toward my pussy, he resembled King Kong armed with a baseball bat.

"Hmmmmmppphhh," I snorted contemptuously, playing my role to the maximum. "I've seen bigger dongs thin that on interior decorators."

When he bellowed with rage, the ape became a monster. Slaughter had nothing but destruction on his primitive mind.

Using his huge cock like a battering ram, he blindly rushed me. He was so spaced-out from fury that I could have easily moved to one side and eluded him. However, I didn't move a muscle.

Now he was on top of me, bashing his prick into my cunt. What carnal brutality! I could feel the pain from the tips of my wriggling toes to the top of my tingling scalp.

Slaughter's thrusting probe took my breath away with its sheer power. In fact, his dick was halfway within my twat before I remembered that my plan was to try and retard his penetration so Susan could do something.

So I began fighting back with my pussy muscles, trying to clog the portion of my fuck-hole not yet engorged by cock.

Over in the corner Susan was shaking off her dizziness and trying to stand up. Even from my partially blocked view, I could see that her snatch was black and blue as a result of Slaughter's phallic punishment.