Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

"What's going on?" Max questioned, Nadine, placing both hands on her hips. "Tell me, what is it?"

"It's-It's the one called Burke," Nadine stammered, her lovely young eyes gaping in disbelief.

"Well, Godamnit! What's he doing? Tell me before I lose patience with you, kid."

"He's… He's trying to put his thing… in Jamey."

Max chuckled. "You mean he's going to ass fuck him?"

Nadine swallowed tightly, new and more wild sensations swirling through her at the obscene sight of Burke's hardened penis now half buried in Jamey's bottom. She had heard about such things, and had always questioned the truth of them… a person wanting another of the same sex… but there was no longer any doubt in her mind. Dear God! The man's cock was all the way up Jamey's behind, and he was beginning to push and pull in and out of him in a frenzy, while Jamey whimpered and cursed.

"Godamn you! I told you to give me the picture!" Max barked. as suddenly; Silk began to force her mother down to the floor and Lou Freed had come over to help.

"Yes… yes!" Nadine replied, tears dribbling down her face at the sight of her mother being pressed down onto her face and Silk crawling on top of her back, spreading her beautiful legs and holding his foul prick lewdly in his hand. "He's ass-fucking him! Is that what you wanted to hear?" she screamed at the blind-man. "And that's what that other horrible man creature is about to do to my mother! Oh God, Mr. Bovino, stop him, stop him!"

Max chuckled. He had no intentions of stopping anything, in fact, his little vengeance-party was just beginning. But the best was yet to come… and it was time.

"Get down on your knees, baby," he snapped. "Hurry… down, right here between my legs… 'cause you're in for the treat of your lifetime."

Nadine attempted to struggle, but he held tight to her wrists. "Oh please, Mr. Bovino… make them all stop. I'll… I'll do whatever you say… only make them leave my mother and Jamey alone."

"Down, damnit!" he snarled, applying strong pressure to her slender arms and she crumbled down on her knees, tears welling from her eyes.

"Now, raise that beautiful little ass of yours up in the air… So… is it up there?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Max grinned. "All right Lonny… now! Fuck, Lonny! Fuck!"

Nadine knelt in near-petrified, confused terror as the massive animal padded behind her, while she tried to observe the vile abuse being inflicted upon her mother. Max still held tightly to her wrists and her face was only inches away from his massive, ugly rod towering up from his hairy loins. Dear God, she didn't want to look at that horrible thing, nor that huge bag hanging between his legs… but the sheer agony she felt at seeing her mother being subjected to such sadistic, lascivious treatment was as bad. Oh Lord! Silk was trying to shove his filthy, long prick right into her mom's beautiful bottom… and her mother was just lying there on her belly with her thighs wide-spread, her buttocks raised slightly off the floor up at him… not fighting him… just submitting to his fiendish rape! And the other one, Lou Freed… he was watching in lewd fascination… watching and waiting… Dear God! Oh! Oh! What was that?

Nadine choked back a scream, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as she felt something cold and wet slipping back between her own buttocks… then, moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless slit of her upraised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked at the spasmodic, cold wet touches against her sensitive genitals, but when the great dog growled warningly, she realized it was his nose. Oh… oh… what further piece of degradation was this? He was sniffing at her as if she were another animal… a female dog in heat! She lifted her head, then realized the futility of looking up at her blind tormentor as the cold, searching nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing anus.

My God! My God! What's he going to do to me? she thought, helplessly.

A split second later, she knew. His long tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer, fleshy anal ring. She waggled her buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting sensation and heard the brute's responsive growl. A tremor of fear rippled over her as she reasoned that she must remain still… not antagonize him. Again, the long length of hot, moist flesh touched her and she felt him beginning to lap greedily at the tight fissure between her spread thighs. He ran his tongue fluidly through her crotch, from the snugly puckered little anus down over the clasped pink edges of her pussy, reaching to the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, his thick lingual member had opened her, spreading through her soft, sparsely fleeced vaginal lips like a honed blade through butter. It laved relentlessly between her opened thighs, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl into the tight mouth of her chaste vagina. Oh Lord, she couldn't believe what was happening, nor the effect it was having on her. She stared over at her mother who was now lying on her back on top of Silk and she saw his cock thrust right up her beautiful mother's soft, round buttocks. His scrawny hands clutched and dug into the satiny flesh of her belly, while she lay obscenely sprawled, her lovely head almost draping over his shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes clenched tightly shut, and the ugly one they called Lou Freed was kneeling between her widespread legs, his heavy prick in his hand as he steered it toward the opened pink flesh of her moist vulnerable cunt! Oh Lord, God! They were both going to… to fuck her at the same time! Oh… Oh… why didn't Jamey help her?

She strained to see him, and did. Burke was still spooned right up tight to his buttocks, his perverted prick buried. in the depths of poor Jamey's unprotected rectum… only… only… Burke had untied Jamey's wrists from his knees and the foul man had his hand wrapped around Jamey's stiff penis, pumping it furiously as he plunged into his rectum, and… and Jamey wasn't fighting him either! His eyes were closed, his mouth slack, and he was thrusting his buttocks back against Burke's horrible, skewering rod of flesh.

Oh, in heaven's name! What was happening to all of them? She couldn't believe her own eyes, nor the grunts and groans of ecstasy that were suddenly filling her ears. Were they all going mad?

But then, at that very moment she, too, groaned aloud as Lonny's incessantly probing tongue shot into the tight moist channel of her vagina to graze her maidenhead, squirming into her like a scared lizard, ravishing her exposed vaginal orifice mercilessly. And at that precise moment, unknown, wild, galvanic sensations burst inside her and she whimpered loudly as she involuntarily lowered her face and lips to the naked flesh of Max Bovino's hard thigh.

The blind-man had waited patiently. He'd known it would come. None of the bitches he'd ever submitted before Sir Launcelot could resist him for long, say nothing of this little virgin. The Godamned trained-brain cur was more of a lecher than he'd ever been. Max could sense the rapid change taking place in the little cunt; Lonny was setting her off in a manner she never dreamed possible. It was time now, really time.

"Now, Lonny! Fuck, boy. You hear? Fuck!"

Nadine felt as if she were in some strange befogged coma of rapture. Her loins and belly had begun to churn warmly, alive with atom-like prurient tingles she had never thought existed. Neither her mother nor Jamey could any longer claim a place in her mind, even though she tried desperately to think of them, but the beautiful animal's tongue had licked and stroked all superfluous things into near-oblivion. She was lost in her own enchantment.

Susan groaned audibly as she lay on top of Silk Weaver, he, outstretched beneath her, her back tight against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his massive, throbbing cock was interred to its entirety up into the very recesses of her bowels. She was helplessly impaled, as though sitting on a giant pulsating stake of torture. She tried to think of Nadine, but the pain wouldn't permit it. Her mind wouldn't function.