Paul Gable: Mother_s into Sado-Mazo

He brought the stream up to her face, hitting her mouth and nostrils with it and nearly drowning Cori. The young girl coughed, twisting around, covering her face with both hands protectively and leaving her cunt unprotected.

Twisting the hose to one side for the moment, Uncle Jim waded into the muddy lake, his boots making soft sucking sounds in the filth. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her cunt hairs, tearing them from the hot, swollen flesh and making Cori yelp and shriek.

He stepped back, bringing the hose back to her cunt and sending the stream splashing into her hot pussy hole. Cori sobbed, putting her fist to her mouth and gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her, she couldn't let her uncle see her starting to cum. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles milking against one another. And when she twisted her hips, seeking out the stream, she knew it was only a matter of seconds. She was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling while the hot tight feeling between her legs rose to an incredible degree.

Uncle Jim was rubbing his crotch with one hand, moving the stream back and forth, up to her tits, then back to her cunt. Cori lay there, sobbing and coughing, her shoulderblades wallowing in the mud while her knees fell apart. Uncle Jim was shouting out something, laughing at her as she writhed there in the muddy lake, agonized by the cunty onslaught against her tingling nerves. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain some control over her body. The sound of the splashing water drowned out his laughter and cursing. She rolled over, her tits pillowing in the mud while the stream blasted against her spasming asshole.

"Noooo!"

But her denial was useless. She was struggling against herself, fighting an overwhelming wave of climax that crushed her into the dirt more powerfully than anything her uncle could have dreamed of. Cori strangled on her sobs, her breath driven out by her exploding climax. The teenager clawed her way through the dirt as if trying to get away from the terrifying power of her own orgasm.

Where was Cindy? Cindy was over the hill somewhere, possibly dead, while Cori was cumming with her own uncle.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

The water splashed at Cori's shoulders, pinning her to the ground. She collapsed, giving herself up to the wild climax exploding in her cunt as the world darkened around her and she fell into a sudden silence.

Rhonda hung up the phone, her forehead creased with worry and confusion. Cori had seemed so happy to be spending some time with her favorite cousin Cindy. And now… well, there was definitely something strained about her voice, something that Rhonda picked up on. What was the matter? She told her daughter she would come up on her request the following evening, but she couldn't come up tonight the night when once more she was going to give in to those feelings she thought she'd conquered only yesterday.

Jack had called her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to, as he said, "whip her ass raw."

And though Rhonda knew she should have slammed the phone down after a few well chosen words, she couldn't. Even as her memories of that night when he had roped and raped her like a common street slut burned in her mind, Rhonda could only think of getting more. Her mind was so taken with that possibility that she chose to ignore the obvious nervousness of her daughter's voice, putting off the trip so that she might visit Jack and check out what he called his playroom.

The word sounded too innocent to be true, Rhonda thought as she slipped behind the wheel and backed her Mercedes from the drive. Her mind whirled at the possibilities as she threaded her way through the evening rush-hour traffic. Rhonda nearly ran two lights as she tried to concentrate on her driving, her mind racing ahead to Jack's house and what he might have in store for her.

Pulling in front of the deteriorating two-story house, Rhonda leaned forward and checked the address he had given her. Yes. This was it. Looking nervously about, she slid from the car, walking hesitantly up the curving walk to the front door. Her heart raced madly as she heard dogs barking next door. From across the street, she could hear Mexican salsa music coming from a darkened house. Rapping lightly on the door, Rhonda half hoped Jack wouldn't be there.

"Good, right on time! I like a woman who's not draggin' her ass… unless I make her do it. Come on in, Rhonda."

Jack backed away from the torn screen in the door. Rhonda gripped the handle, wondering how on earth she had ever become involved with people like this. What was so odd, so strange was that she could have walked away from them so easily. But she chose not to walk away. Stepping into the darkened room, she immediately wrinkled up her nose. There was the smell of stale tobacco and strong liquor hanging in the air like a foul perfume. She stopped, her heart skipping beats. They weren't alone!

"Who… who are they?" she asked.

"Friends, buddies. You don't think I'm the only one in the club, do you?"

"No, of course not," Rhonda said in a low tone as her gaze quickly moved from one man to another. They all stared at her, the three of them nodding a greeting.

"I told 'em about you, that you were the hottest chick to come around for a long time. We've been puttin' out these ads," Jack said, scratching up a paper from the table and waving it in front of her face. "And you've been the prize catch so far."

"No, I don't think… I don't think I want to do this."

Jack had been enough for her before. How could she possibly handle three of these men, plus him? And yet her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to poke through her bra. Her moistening cuntlips curled and shivered while her clit popped up full and hard. She curled her fingers into two fists, trying to appear cool and even a little offended at Jack's crude remarks.

"I thought it would be just the two of us, Jack. I wasn't expecting a circus," she said, eyeing the other men nervously while feeling her heart beating hard.

Jack wasn't put off by her change in attitude. His lips curled in sardonic amusement while his white teeth gleamed like polished ivory. Rhonda was feeling less and less sure of herself, and she wondered about simply bolting from the house while she still could.

"You don't get to choose around her, once you cross that door, that is."

Rhonda's eyes flashed over Jack's body. He was even bigger than she remembered him. What did he do for a living? He could have been a body builder if it weren't for his rough-looking face.

"Now, you're gonna give us a whole lot of fun. Right, Rhonda?"

He slammed the door behind her, making her jump as if he'd fired a pistol. Rhonda whirled around, staring at him, pressing her fists tightly against her thighs. Her pussy spasmed as she thought about the other night and how good it had felt when he finally fucked her. Why were these other men here? Were they going to spoil everything?

"No! No, I won't! I'm not going to entertain your friends. Let me go," she said with determination, heading for the door.

Jack's face darkened, something that made the woman freeze in her tracks. Her right hand fluttered to her neck as she backed away, terrified he would strike her. With a quick downward movement, he brought one hand down, his fingers wrapping around her upper arm and keeping her prisoner. Rhonda winced, dropping her purse as she bent over and squirmed with pain.

"Don't ever, ever think you can sass me and get away with it, missy. You're nothin' here. Understand me, bitch?"

It was starting! Rhonda felt her knees knocking against one another. He shoved her forward through the kitchen doorway roughly, slamming her against the stove.