Paul Gable: Raped daughter, roped mother

Brad twisted harder, laughing at her as she sighed with the pain.

The big man's fingers tightened around Wendy's clit as her lips pressed around his cockhead. The woman sighed once more, feeling rising passion shooting through her body.

"Agggghhhhh!" she gasped.

The pain of having her clit twisted added to the delightful tingling rushing up and down her spine, finally sparking a flood of fiery thrills in her cunt.

"Fuck!" Brad gasped, throwing his head back while feeding more and more of his fat cock into her mouth.

Wendy was going wild. She tightened her mouth around his prickhead, making soft sucking sounds with the insides of her cheeks and her throat. Her mouth widened as she took more of his cockmeat between her lips.

"Ohhhh."

"Go, baby, go. Man, you're the best thing I've had between my fuckin' legs for a long time… a long time," he murmured.

His knees eased off her cramped, aching arms. He smoothed his thumbs across her cheeks.

She still couldn't quite understand why she was enjoying all of this so much. The weight, the heft, the bulk of his heavy cock clogging her mouth were sending shock waves through her.

Wendy was suddenly aware she was feeling small orgasms washing over her. Sucking his cock was doing this to her she realized.

Brad reached around once more and pinched her clit. He climbed back on top of her once more, sucking her right nipple, screw and all.

"Yagggghhhhh!"

Slowly, very slowly he backed away, holding her down, spreading her open farther and farther. His lips chewed and mouthed her nipples… first the right, then the left, then the right again.

Wendy shuddered with delight, feeling the pressure of the screws on her cuntlips, then feeling the pressure of his cock as it began driving into her pussy. The image of his dick ramming through her cuntflesh drove the woman wild. She arched her back again, heedless of the splinters knifing into her legs and her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh!" she wailed.

His fat cock made her cunt spasm wildly, making the slick, warm cunt sheath tighten sexily around his sinking prick.

"God!" Brad cried, then clamped his mouth to hers and drove his tongue down into her throat.

Wendy's sore, whipped asscheeks rubbed against the wooden workbench top, then shoved up. She was totally pierced, nailed to the bench by his prick rod squeezing through her cunt meat. The way it forced her pussy walls apart made her feel divided once more. All those wild images shot, through her confused mind as Brad fucked her senseless.

"Ohhhhh…" she wailed again.

Easing back a little, Brad flexed his hairy balls and sent his cock spearing back into her. As his cock stabbed into her pussy, his tongue worked around in her mouth.

Wendy gurgled happily, shifting her thighs from side to side. She tugged at the iron cuffs, loving the biting of the iron against her flesh. She was loving every painful second of this fuck!

"Ughhhhh…" Brad grunted.

Wendy was aware of his hands gripping her asscheeks now. He pulled them up, levering her body higher so he could fuck into her more savagely. His hard cock drove deeper into the heated vacuum of her sucking fuck channel. With her ass raised higher in the air, her shoulder blades scraped more painfully against the bench top.

"Damn! Damn!" Brad cursed.

Wendy climaxed first, snapping her head back, letting out bellow after shriek, her hair clinging damply to her forehead and cheeks. Inside her, she could feel his massive prick rod spitting out cum.

"Yagggghhhhh!"

"Go for it, bitch, go for… ughhhh…"

The two of them collapsed against one another, swept along in a mindless torrent of sexual frenzy.

Another long hour passed for both women, Jack and Hank having fucked Dina alternately once again. They had given up on the idea of ass fucking her when her screams shrilled past anything they could stand.

As they dressed, leaving the girl in a confused heap, Jack announced he wasn't going to take anything from the house.

"You've paid for it baby, paid well," he explained.

Rousing herself after they left, the girl rushed about the home stark naked, cum running from her slit. She locked the front door and wanted to call the police, but finally decided to let it alone. Just a simple retelling of what had happened would be enough to shame her.

Sobbing, covering her face in shame with both hands, the confused teen stumbled from the living room, her body swaying drunkenly. She would shower, wash away the cum, the sweat, the marks of her shame.

Staggering into the bathroom, Dina stopped in front of the cabinet mirror and stared at her face in the glass. Her fine blonde hair hung in sweaty tangles around her cheeks, and her mouth had a slightly swollen, lust-bloated look. A fucked woman, a slut, she thought.

Turning, still sobbing, Dina bent down and turned on the water. Flicking on the shower, she stepped into the stall. The girl sighed, feeling a comforting wash of warm water drizzle over her tits. As she rubbed soap in her swollen cunt, she thought of what she would have to hide from her mother.

Thank God mother's so square, she thought, twisting under the spray and letting the pelting drops cleanse her hair. She squeezed it dry, letting the water tingle over her cunt and nipples.

Dina felt her pussy muscles tweak again. Her mother could never find out what happened she thought. Dina knew she would have to work out her problems alone. Fortunately, her mother would be there, Dina thought her stable, slightly dull mother. Dina felt she'd need someone like that, someone unaware of the darker side of human sexuality to give her guidance, a framework from which to order her life.

"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned gratefully. Dina let the water spatter over her tweaking cunt, feeling the first signs of relief. At least her mother would be around to provide guidance. Good old mom!