J Bradley - Peeping family

But the sight that blazed through her mind was the big, hard, thrust of his steely cock against Robin's helpless butt.

The shaft was shiny from the mixture of saliva and sperm it had been immersed in. There was a tint of pink to the juice from where the edge of her tooth had broken the skin.

He wore a maniacal expression. He sweated furiously. He bore forward against Robin's ass, and Christine whimpered when she saw the solid length of his cock begin to sink into it.

"Yaaaaaagh!" Robin screamed throatily. "You're killing me! Your prick hurts! Ahhhhh, Mommy – he's fucking it up my asshole!"

Midnight growled. His prick throbbed between Christine's lips. His paws bicycled in the air as he struggled to get out from under the weight of her pushed-down head.

Apparently, Midnight was less animal than Logan. His prick was a good two inches into her mouth. He should have liked it. He should have let the thick, scarlet shaft jut from its sheath and fuck all the way into her warm mouth, the way he'd let it fuck into her hot pussy.

But maybe he knew there was a limit. Or maybe he just didn't like the way his mistress was screaming and bawling as Logan's big, slippery prick fucked up her virginal asshole.

It was going in. There was no question of it. Robin's cheeks were shuddering wildly. The shaft showed only an inch or so, which meant there was already half a foot of cock throbbing up her tight young ass.

Logan bore down. His eyes were wild. This was the kinkiest he'd had it in a long time. Maybe that was what made him begin to lose control of the three struggling bodies he was holding down.

Midnight got free first. His cock jerked back from Christine's lips and was swallowed by the furry sheath. He twisted and writhed on his back a little longer, and then he managed to get to his feet.

He cocked his ears and looked at what Logan was doing to Robin. He went over to them, sticking his nose into Robin's screaming face.

"Ahhhhh, stop! You're killing my ass, you Goddamn bastard!" she bawled. "Midnight – help!"

He cocked his head again. He looked from Robin to Logan, trying to puzzle it out. Logan was supposed to be a nice guy, a friend. But there was no doubt he was hurting Robin right now. They weren't playing. This wasn't the time to bounce around and bark and join in.

Midnight lowered his head. His tail went still and straight. His lips curled back from his fangs, and his flews rattled as he let out a tentative growl.

"Get him! Midnight, get him!" Robin cried harshly.

Midnight growled again, more menacingly this time.

"Easy, boy," Logan said, his voice astonishingly soothing. Then he gasped softly and moaned. "Ohhhhh, God, what a tight, sweet asshole! Baby, if you keep clenching your butt-cheeks together like that, I'm gonna fill your butt with sperm! Ahhhh, Christ – there! It's all the way in! Shit, I can feel your cheeks flatten under my belly! Suck it deeper, you hot little cunt!"

"Ahhhhhgh! Ohhhhh!" Robin cried, twisting and thrashing under the murderous onslaught of his big prick.

She gasped again and again. She wished he weren't raping her. It was a wild sensation to have a hard prick up your ass. It might even feel good if you were hot enough to want to fuck.

But it didn't feel any good when you were being raped. It hurt like hell!

She couldn't keep her ass still. The itching pain was unbearable. His prick wasn't wet enough. It burned. The length and thickness of it made her feel uncomfortably stuffed.

But there was no way he could have made her like it. Not this time. Not ever again. Not his cock.

She'd reached a point. She knew it now. She'd had an inkling of it this afternoon. She'd chastised her mother about it just a little while ago.

Now, she felt it.

There was more to fucking than just a hard cock. There was the man behind it, too.

And Logan Gorman wasn't the right man.

"Midnight – get him!" she cried again.

Midnight tried another growl. This was the screwiest game he'd ever played. He simply didn't know what to make of it. He was ready to go off and lie down and think it over a little while.

But then Robin's asshole spasmed around Logan's imbedded cock. Logan groaned in the back of his throat, making an animal sound. His prick swelled in the depths of her young ass.

It bucked and shuddered. He bore down against her butt and let his cock explode violently.

"Aaarrrgh!" he growled.

His prick spewed sperm into Robin's virginal ass. Everything went slippery. His prick slid back and forth, fucking her slick, rubbery asshole with the jerking of his hips.

He growled again. Midnight growled back, the hackles rising on the back of his neck. That wasn't a playful sound. He barked deafeningly and came towards Logan, his fangs glinting and bared.

"Ohhhhh!" Robin cried shudderingly, feeling the wetness flood into her ass like a hot enema. "Mommy! Mommy, I'm… I can't help… ohhhhhh, damn, damn!"

"Oh, Robin, it's all right, darling! It doesn't mean anything! Not any more, Robin! Not since you've told me the truth and made me see him – really see him! Come, Robin! I know what it's like, darling! I know you can't help it!"

"Ahhhhhhgh!" she cried, her young body shuddering and pulsing, her violated asshole squeezing spastically around the stuffing, spurting, raping prick.

That was all it took for Midnight. That final throaty yell from his mistress. He lunged forward, growling and barking and snapping his jaws.

He caught Logan's arm between his teeth. He bit down. Logan bellowed at the top of his lungs. His fist balled and swung through the air. He clubbed the side of Midnight's head with it, making the dog yelp with pain and let go and back away.

But now Christine was free. She scrambled away and spun around. She watched her daughter writhe with orgasm and pain as her young ass tried to shit out the big prick inside it.

She was aware of the thumping of feet running down the hall only after the door banged open. Then she looked up and saw two men standing there, staring with shock. One of them was Pete.

"My God, Dad! He's raping her ass!" Pete cried.

"Hey!" Thorne shouted, charging into the room.

Christine stared. She felt ready to bawl with relief. She didn't know why they were there. She didn't care. She didn't even care that she was stark naked and had sperm glistening on her chin on her first meeting with Pete's father.

"What the fuck!" Logan blurted, jerking his head around.

Thorne Bast looked something like his son. Older, of course. And a little bigger and heavier. Tanned. Quite fit, with an athletic agility to his menacing stride across the room.

Christine was appalled that she would notice his looks at such a moment. But she did. And she liked them.

He was quite handsome. He should be, being Pete's father, since Pete was a good-looking boy. His hair was darker than Pete's, where it wasn't partially sun-bleached from the time he spent combing the shore for his driftwood.

She could see something else, too. She could see that Robin had been telling the truth about him. He wasn't a peasant-type fisherman. Not at all. He was a man outraged by the violence he saw and heard.

Christine wasn't even sure he saw her. His gaze was fixed with purposeful intensity on Logan. He seemed totally unafraid.

Logan saw him coming. He tried to pull his cock from Robin's tightly gripping asshole. He couldn't get free. He lifted her half from the bed in his effort to, making her dangle from his prick.

He lifted his bloody arm to ward off the blow Thorne launched. It was like two bulls clashing. The fist slid down Logan's arm and thudded into the side of his head.

Logan bellowed and hooked his right fist into Thorne's head, still jerking his hips backwards in an effort to free his cock from her clenched shitter. Robin squalled with pain.