Mark Townsend - White captive

Susan held the door knob tighter. Mr. Evans was rising from the chair. Oh, God was he coming to the door! She had no time to run in the darkness, and he would find her. Her mother would never forgive her if she knew she were spying this way, but she just had to find out what was going on. She breathed a guarded sigh of relief as she watched him walk toward the other side of the room which was out of her vision from the slight crack in the door. He was going toward the bed where the noises were still increasing in tempo and Susan pressed the door open a crack more to follow him across the room. As she pushed against the door, the bed came into view by tiny degrees, and the fear of what she was going to see restricted her chest as though it were wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was shaking violently, but suddenly it stilled!

A cold chill ran crazily up the full length of her spine.

There on the bed was her mother locked in a lewd embrace of intercourse with Mr. Johnson, Richard's father!

Her fiancee's father and her own mother!

She felt the blood draining from her head, and fought to retain her balance and keep from falling backwards. She was certain that she was going to faint from the sudden shock of the unbelievable sight going on before her eyes. There on her own dead father's bed was another man, making violent love to her mother while at the same time, another man stood above them stroking his vile-looking penis above their thrashing bodies. He was eagerly urging Richard's father to hurry up and finish.

"Come on, Sam, damn it man. I want a little too." She heard him say through her dazed mind.

They were taking turns on her mother!

Susan wanted to rush into the room, and tear them from her mother's body. She felt a scream building up in her throat, and wanted to hit and scratch at them until she drove them away forever. She tried to blot the horrible scene from her eyes, but she could not. She was frozen to the door, unable to move and merely watched in detached revulsion the ravishment of her mother's drunken and more than willing body on the swaying bed across the room. The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door so that she could even see Richard's father's thick, bard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made into her. Her legs were splayed out wide on either side of his plunging body and periodically, would kick high in the air, then fold around his driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength.

Susan could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get him deeper inside her. His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. He squeezed the large rounded moons tightly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Susan strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's vagina clasping tightly around it, as though it were a hungry child nibbling voraciously at the last banana in the world. She could see the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled ridge than ran the full length of the underside of his penis.

Her buttocks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of her daughter stayed glued hypnotically on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place on the bed. Her wild demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury by Richard's father's pelvis, which was smacking hard down into her, driving her back down into the mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slap of belly against belly resounded through the room like tiny distant claps of thunder. Her legs curled and uncurled in wild final desperation around the driving hips that flattened her buttocks hard down into the bed with each long, powerful stroke.

Susan held her breath again, for the hundredth time since she had climbed the stairs, as she watched her mother being fucked more and more viciously with each passing second. Both she and Mr. Johnson were puffing wildly, and she could see small rivulets of sweat streaming down over his pumping and hollowing buttocks, as he worked frenziedly on top of her twisting body.

And then, suddenly it was over.

She could hear a low, unearthly gurgle coming from her mother's throat, as her buttocks slowed their wild scramble for completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis which was sunk deep in her belly. At the same time, Mr. Johnson groaned above her and ground hard down inside her vagina, his thick, fleshy rod beginning to throb it's white, milky sperm deep down into her quivering belly. The rich creamy fluid filled her completely, and cascaded out around the pink moist lips her cunt. To Susan's horror, she could see clearly a tiny white stream of it running down the wide split crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The couple jerked against each other for a moment longer, and then lay still.

Evans, stroking his prick above them, could stand it no snore. He grasped Richard's father by the shoulder and pulled back hard, almost jerking him bodily from off the top of the spread-eagle woman.

"Move over, damn it," he shouted as he pushed the other man to the side of the bed.

Susan watched in wild-eyed fright, as Mr. Johnson's half-deflated penis withdrew with a wet, sucking noise from her mother's wide-open crotch. His sweating, spent body was replaced one moment later by Mr. Evans, who leaped between her still wide-spread legs, and without hesitation, plunged his rock-hard cock deep down into her moist, open vagina. He did not delay and immediately began fucking into her with long, hard strokes. His gleaming wet instrument could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her mother's ragged pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his balls smacking rhythmically into the moist crevice of her wide-spread buttocks below.

She waited for her to scream in protest, or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to – but none came.

Instead, her legs quivered straight out into the air again, and then wrapped python-like back again around his waist. Her hands slid slowly down his gleaming body and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, whitened from the pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk. Small piteous pleas of passionate supplication began to roll from the woman's lips. They were lewd and horrible supplications, using words that Susan had seldom heard except in whispers from the more daring girls at school.

She stood for a moment longer – listening in abject horror to the small, mewling cries of her mother as she rolled and rocked beneath Mr. Evans like a common whore off the streets.

And suddenly, she could stand it no longer.

Susan turned and stumbled blindly toward the steps. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, smearing the light coat of rouge she had put on earlier in the evening to accentuate her passing to womanhood with her engagement to Richard. She was totally lost and didn't bother to close the front door behind her as she left the house. In the distance behind her, she could hear a loud, mocking shriek coming down the stairs and chasing her into the dark street. Now she was almost glad her father wasn't alive because it may have been going on long before his death. She could remember things that had seemed so insignificant during his long illness. Her mother stayed out late often, blaming it on the charitable work she had always been so involved in. Well, she certainly was practicing charity now, and giving as much as she could, Susan thought bitterly.