Steve Parker - Incest girl

"Well, Elizabeth," he went on, smiling when he saw the look on her face as she stared at Ronnie's long, hard dick sticking straight out from his groin, "we're going to fuck your Goddamn brains out, so you might as well get yourself used to the idea. There's nothing we're not going to do to you. You're not a virgin, are you?" Not that it mattered one Goddamn bit to him; he simply wanted to know. He'd never fucked a virgin before. George didn't think she was. Her cunt had been rather tight when he'd pushed his fingers into her hole, but he still didn't think she was a virgin.

"N-N-No," she stammered, watching Ronnie's approach, his cock gripped tightly in his fist and waving threateningly at her. He had a crooked grin on his handsome face, no longer scared as he was when they first put the snatch to the girl. There wasn't much chance that they would be caught now, not since they had the girl at their cabin. This was the first time he had gone with George when he went out to rip off a broad.

The prospect of taking pussy from a woman had always excited him, but he'd never dared rape one before this. And now one of his long-time fantasies was about to become a reality. Another thing he'd never done before was fuck a broad in the ass, and he sure as hell wasn't about to miss this golden opportunity! He could hardly wait to ram it deep up this young chick's bung.

There was little doubt, if any, in Elizabeth's mind that she could very quickly talk herself into an early grave if she weren't extremely careful with these two strange men, but she couldn't help but say, "Good God, mister, please don't fuck me in the ass with that thing!" She pointed at Ronnie's huge, swinging cock as he advanced on her threateningly, as if he were going to beat her with a club rather than fuck her.

That stopped him cold. "Hey, bitch," he said, examining his cock, then looking back at her, his brow wrinkled with his hurt feelings, "whaddya mean that 'thing'?" He twisted his cock in his hand and examined it carefully to see if there might be a scabby sore or something unpleasant on his dong.

Ronnie was quite proud of his giant prick; that is, he had been until this moment. Now he wasn't so sure. None of his women had ever complained about his hunk bf meat before. But then, that was only because since his advance into early adulthood, Ronnie had known nothing but one whore after another. And without fail, each of them had had a cunt like an open rain barrel; therefore, they had loved Ronnie's cock, because seldom did they find a cock that they could feel in them. But Ronnie's whang filled them, sometimes even to the point of hurting. "What's wrong with my dick?" he demanded.

"What's wrong with it?" she repeated. Was this dummy for real? she wondered. "Why, that's not a cock! That's a Goddamn redwood tree stump! There's no way in the world that will go in my ass!"

Now Ronnie understood what she was talking about, and his sensitive feelings were no longer hurt. In fact, he was rather flattered that she thought his cock belonged on a giant. He shook his rod at her and pushed her down on the bed, ginning from ear to ear. "You'll love it," he said confident that she actually would – for hadn't all the whores? "Once it's buried in your hot ass."

George had moved around to the other side of the bed and was getting out of his clothes. "Get on your hands and knees, baby," he ordered, "with your ass toward Ronnie. While he fucks you in the ass, you're going to suck my dick for me. Got that?"

Elizabeth nodded and obeyed, fearing not to. She felt a hand caressing her ass, then moving down the crack, over her bung to her cunt, where the fingers sank in deep. T-hey were surprisingly gentle fingers. She had naturally assumed that these men would care less about what she felt under these circumstances.

Elizabeth had become such a complete sexual person with her three dear friends that it was utterly impossible for her not to respond whenever anyone so much as brushed her cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips in spite of her fear. It felt so good to have those fingers slipping gently in and out of her oozing hole.

"You ever had it in the ass?" Ronnie asked, smearing her pussy juice around her puckered asshole.

"Yes," she answered, watching George climb onto the bed, his hard dick moving nearer and nearer her face. "But never with a cock as big as yours. That thing will tear my guts out, can't you understand that? You might be able to fuck a horse with that thing, but never a woman!"

His hand came down with a sharp splat on the cheek of her ass and she squalled and hunched forward. George's dickhead poked her in the right eye. "Ouch!" She was about to ask what had brought that on when he smacked her ass again.

"Look, bitch," Ronnie warned, stuffing three fingers up her quivering shitter, "it's a dick, not a 'thing'!" He jammed the three fingers in and out of her bung. "You got that straight now?" he growled, deliberately hurting her.

"Uugh! Ye-Yes!" The fingers were no longer gentle. Would she never learn to keep her fucking mouth shut? She warned herself to be extra careful from this point forward, because for all she knew these two men might be cold-blooded killers. But if she played her cards right, she might come out of this alive. If she didn't, there was no telling what might happen to her.

"Why don't you let me suck it?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at him just as his fingers were withdrawn from her asshole, "or fuck my pussy? There's no need for you to hurt me, is there? Please don't do this and I'll make this sex as good for both of you as I know how – I promise. And I always keep my pro… MISE!" she finished with a gulp as the head of his huge cock, started pressing against her tightly clamped brownie. She had known he was trying to make her asshole relax by finger-fucking it after his anger passed, and she had relaxed there for a moment. But the second his giant cock touched her bung, her entire body tightened like a bow string. That dong was going to completely ruin her, and she knew it!

Elizabeth tried to scramble forward on her hands and knees to escape the aching, blazing pain Ronnie's cock was causing, but she could move only inches because George stuffed his dick in her gaping mouth and now he was fucking into her face, driving his rod deep in her throat. As the swollen, saucer-like head of Ron's cock forced its way into her tightly clenched bung, Elizabeth tried to scream but the dick in her throat permitted her only a pain-filled groan.

"You'll make it good for us, you fucking slut," George cautioned her, "or I'll slice your motherfucking throat for you. And if you think I'm bluffing, fuck-face…" he drove his point home by slamming his groin hard into her face, smashing her cute nose against his crotch hair, "test me!"

Elizabeth had not the slightest intention of testing him. She was afraid that she might have already overplayed her hand by running off at the mouth. Besides, right now her entire mind was filled with the pain of Ronnie's cock slipping inch by agonizing inch up her tight, convulsing asshole. Jesus, how it hurt! She didn't know what it was like to have a baby, for she'd never given birth to one. But the cock going up her ass felt as if she were giving birth to an elephant – and the fucking thing was going to leave her body from her asshole instead of her cunt. If this was any indication of what it felt like to have a baby, she wanted no part of it, ever!

Her asshole felt as if someone were ramming a fencepost in and out of her. And the cock hammering her mouth wasn't a toothpick! Though it wasn't nearly as large, George wasn't giving her a chance to suck his prick; he was too busy fucking her throat. The muscles contracted around the knob and part of the shaft, making her throat feel every bit like a tight, young woman's pussy to him.