Harry Stevens: Horny mom and daughter

"You got it," the rapist answered. "But this time I'm really gonna butt-fuck you."

Tugging his cock free from her cunt, he pushed Diane off of his crotch. Quickly getting the idea, she hopped up on her knees and pulled apart the globes of her ass, revealing her deliciously hot ass pucker.

"Look at that asshole," the rapist drooled. It was something. Already fucked once, its walls thoroughly stretched, its opening was as round as a half-dollar and as pink as a baby's blanket. A sparkling honey-like juice trickled over the bottom rim.

Now therapist was kneeling too, his cock in his hand. Moving in behind Diane, he wasted no time. The insertion of his thick, long prick into her asshole was abrupt, savage and total.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Diane cried in an erotic frenzy. "Fuck my ass!"

The rapist's prick coursed in and out of her squeezing ass-channel. It was as though he were sawing Diane's ass, gradually cutting her in two.

Diane's latest climax wasn't just an experience, it was a happening. She had never felt anything like this savage fucking.

"It's too much!" she shrieked. "Your cock is tearing my ass to pieces!"

"Want me to slow down?" the rapist asked.

"No way!" Diane responded without hesitation. "This is the kind of fucking every woman dreams of!"

"Mmmm, you are a funky piece of ass," the rapist sighed. "A man could go to his grave without ever sticking his dick into a raunchy bitch like you. Sure as hell glad I'm not one of them."

"Keep ramming me!" Diane continued to demand the most extreme fucking. "Harder! Harder!"

His prick already buried in Diane's ass, the rapist strained as hard as he could to somehow fuck her even deeper. He knew he had succeeded when a hot, lumpy substance suddenly bathed his cock from the tip to halfway down the shaft.

"Can you feel my shit?" Diane confirmed her lover's discovery. "It just tore loose when I came again."

"Oh, yeah," the rapist rasped. "It's nice and warm."

He pistoned his prick in Diane's butt, taking full advantage of the lubricating crap. Of all the women he had raped, this was the first one who had pleased him this way – turning on her shit as if it were the pussy juice of her ass.

"I'm gonna come!" the rapist blurted out. "Oh sweet fucking Jesus, am I gonna come!"

"Give it to me!" Diane screamed. "Give me your cum in my ass! Now! Now!"

The last of the rapist's breath tore from his lungs like he'd been punched in the stomach. His cock strained so mightily in the gooey channel of Diane's ass that he could feel the veins and tendons stretching at the base of his groin.

"Oh, my God, your cum is so hot!" Diane cried as scorching jism flooded her ass. "It's like fire! I'm burning up inside!"

The rapist squeezed off blast after blast of scalding jizz. There was no way Diane's ass could hold it all.

The cum started surging out as powerfully as it had poured in. The rapist's hard-on was forced out by the pressure. Unblocked, Diane's asshole bled cock-juice.

"What a fuck," Diane groaned, then repeated it over and over again in an orgasmic chant.

The rapist was too breathless to speak at first. Gasping for air, he felt his drained cock soften in the warm slush of Diane's asshole. Something strange had happened inside him and not just between his legs.

"I've fucked a lot of women," he was finally able to say. "But not one of them ever made me feel this way."

Diane almost came again, just from his words. After her terrible experiences with her family, this compliment from a total stranger sent her self-esteem soaring.

She fell to the ground and turned over on her back, spreading her legs. With her wide-open crotch lathered with cum, she had never felt more desirable.

"Come here and hold me," she called to her new lover. "I want your body next to mine."

The rapist looked down at his limp cock, apologizing. "It's no use. I can't fuck you any more. Can't get it up."

Diane laughed, not at his soft prick, but at his boyishness.

"It's okay," she crooned. "I don't really need it all the time. I have other needs, too."

Fighting his sudden shyness, the rapist crawled between Diane's thighs. This was the first time he had known such tenderness with a member of the opposite sex. To him, women had always been vessels for his cum, to be brutally fucked and then forgotten.

"Hold me," Diane urged.

He did, but awkwardly. It was the first time he had had intimate contact with a female in years without resorting to violence.

"Kiss me," Diane purred.

The rapist approached the task like a gawky teenager. As his mouth crushed Diane's soft lips and he tasted her sweet breath, his cock jerked to attention.

As the lovers exchanged darting tongues, his suddenly stiff prick nabbed against her freshly moistening pussy. His hand roamed over her luscious tits, massaging the firm nipples.

"Where are you going from here?" Diane asked when the kiss was broken.

"Right in your cunt with my hard dick," the rapist answered hotly. "You may not need it, but I'm going to fuck you again, anyway." He was already fitting his cock-head between her pussy lips.

"No, I mean when you're finished fucking me," Diane said, "Where will you go?"

"Back on the road," he replied.

He wasn't prepared for Diane's intense reaction.

"Take me with you!" she pleaded.

"I-I can't," he stammered. "I'm just a drifter. I have no home. It's just too rough a life. I can't give you the kinds of things a woman like you deserves."

"Forget what I deserve," Diane impatiently interrupted. "It's what I want that's important. And I want you!"

"I'm no good," he protested. "I'm a rapist, a thief, a junkie when I can steal enough money for a habit, a male whore when I'm broke. Let's face it, I'm an outlaw. I'd just drag you down to my level."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Diane sexily cooed, then added, "Either way, I'm holding you to it."