Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, that's so good, yes, yes, yes, come, mmmmmmm, your warm juices, mmmm, they're so good, so good, ohhhhh, I'm coming, coming!"

The girl cried and whimpered and shook all over, an intense, spasmodic motion rippling through her orgasmic body. Her cunt burned and churned around the one cock while her sphincter squeezed tighter and tighter on the other.

"Baby, you're too much… shit, man, this chick is really something. The wildest I've ever fucked," Freddy said, and he wasn't kidding. The way she squeezed and twisted around his cock that he had impelled deep inside her asshole, nearly made him into a eunuch. He had to move quickly in connection with her movements so that she didn't twist his cock off.

Everyone continued to jump and lurch, fucking away as they came. And then they were all finished. Panting and heaving, they slowly moved apart. Billy's cock slid out of the girl's quivering pussy hole. Freddy's cock was more tightly wedged up the girl's anus. He pulled it back and lurched away from her. He sighed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"That was pretty good, huh, Billy?" Freddy said to his friend, with a satisfied chuckle.

Billy sighed deeply. He nodded his head. "Yeah, man, real good. We really picked one this time."

They both glanced at the girl. She was leaning against the wall, a hand on her chest as she continued to pant, trying to catch her breath after such strong exertions. She put another hand between her legs, gently touching her pussy lips. She slid a finger into her cunt, the touch making her close her eyes and sigh deeply. She had obviously enjoyed the rape as much as her twin rapists had.

In another minute, while the two guys were putting their dripping cocks away, self-consciousness set in on the girl and she again realized her position. Neither of the guys was looking at her. They must have felt that she was no longer a risk since they had given her so much pleasure a few minutes earlier. But they were taking a little too much for granted. She saw that they weren't watching her at the moment and she saw her chance to get away before they might get some new ideas about her. This double-headed fuck had turned out to be more pleasurable than she expected, but she was coming back to her senses and figured she was not going to take any chances. The fact that they hadn't done anything but rape her was no guarantee of safety. They might still have it in mind to kill her or mutilate her or something. She knew what these drug-addicted hooligans did to girls like her. And she wasn't going to risk it for the possibility that they might all of a sudden turn into gentlemen now that they had gotten their rocks off. Not if she saw a chance to get away, which was just what she saw in front of her.

She glanced over at them one more time and saw that they were both paying no attention to her at the moment.

There was a broken, open window towards the back of the boathouse. The glass seemed to have been completely cleaned out of it so that she didn't have to worry about getting cut as she made her break for it. She glanced at the two guys again. They seemed about ready to turn their attention back to her so she knew it was time to make a move. It might be her only chance to get away from them. Even if they were going to do her no more harm, they might be afraid of her calling the police after them so they would probably, at the very least, tie her up in there, and that would be horrible in itself. She imagined there were probably packs of rats that ran around the old boathouse during the night. That thought was enough to give her courage for the mad dash to the window.

She bolted suddenly, taking the two guys by surprise. Billy shouted to her and ran after her. She was already going through the window. He reached through the window for her but she jumped away. Her skirt was still up and her beautiful, creamy round ass was sticking out as she ran.

"Goddammit, she's getting away," Billy yelled back to his friend, who was only then catching up.

"Go after her, go after her, man! Shit, I want to fuck that bitch once more, I tell you," Freddy shouted.

"Ah, forget her," said Billy. "But let's get out of here. She'll have the cops looking for us, and besides, it's getting late, and it's very dangerous to be in this park after dark, you know."

Cindy was a gorgeous blonde of sixteen years. She lived in the quiet suburban village of Millville. She lived in a big house on Vagabond Lane that she shared with her mother, her brother Billy who was a year younger than her, and with her stepfather, George. Cindy had gone through a great deal of conflict with her mother since the divorce a year earlier, and the conflict intensified almost to the breaking point when her mother began dating the much younger George, and then after only a month's courtship, married the dashing used vacuum cleaner salesman. Mother and daughter had argued vehemently about the marriage. Cindy felt her mother was betraying her father. Esther, the mother verbalized all of the hatred she had been feeling for her first husband, and this only made things worse between the two females.

Cindy refused to go to the simple wedding ceremony. She studiously ignored her new stepfather for the first weeks of the marriage. Esther was too consumed in her young husband to even notice her daughter's obnoxious behavior.

Gradually, as these things happen, Cindy's wrath lessened, or so it seemed, and she began to get along with the new member of the family, and made peace with her mother.

George himself was surprised at just how friendly she became in such a short time span. But he wasn't complaining. He knew the girl could be a sweetheart when she wanted to be, and she was breathtaking to look at, so who wouldn't want to get along with her on the best possible terms?

George figured he was probably imagining things, but a couple of times lately he could swear that she was coming on to him. He wondered what he would do under such circumstances. She was a fucking hot chick, and there was no doubt about that. He loved fucking his new wife, Esther. Even though she was nearly a decade older than him she still had a terrific body, with those big, full tits that he loved to suck, and that round ass which felt so nice when he grabbed it and squeezed those fat, soft cheeks. He loved to open her ass and slide the side of his hand back and forth along her hairy crotch, rubbing at her cunt meat and her puckered round asshole. She was a great fuck, about the best he'd ever had. And he had had a lot. He felt like he had spent ninety per cent of his adult life sliding his cock in and out of one cunt or asshole or another. But now that was all behind him. He was settling down. No more sowing the wild oats. He had hooked a woman with a big bank account and a nice big house. And if she happened to kick the bucket early he had made sure that he was well taken care of for life if he played his cards right.

But with all of that said, he couldn't deny the effect that his stepdaughter had on him. Having her around really kept him in a tizzy. But so far it was all kept safely in check. Nothing for him to worry about, feel guilty about. Not that he would feel all that guilty, but he knew that if he went ahead and tried something and risked the girl rejecting him and squealing to her mother. No, he wouldn't jeopardize his meal ticket like that. The used vacuum cleaner game was not exactly lighting up the skies and he didn't have any other job prospects on hand. He had tried a little of everything, actually and nothing seemed to suit him, nothing seemed to be just right for him. He couldn't find his niche in life, and now that he was getting into his thirties he was ready to find some security. He figured he had found it with Esther. She seemed to adore him. She would do anything for him, it seemed anything under the sun. He had an unlimited expense account though of course it was not referred to in that sort of mercenary term. But he did avail himself of the chance to buy all the clothes he wanted and to drink and eat in a way that he wanted to become accustomed to. And he had explained to his wife that he really needed a new car to replace that three year old Buick that he had been driving around in. She fully understood that a new Alfa Romeo would suit his needs much better. He was bored with it after a week and started hinting about the Mercedes convertible that he saw in a showroom window. He wouldn't get it this week but maybe at the end of next week. Yes, that would be enough time. Esther, shouldn't see anything wrong with writing a check for twelve thousand dollars.