Harry Stevens: Suck-happy family

It was her mother who declared, "Perfect," when Janet was securely tied to the tree. "Never saw a girl more ready to be raped."

"Right on!" Ed horinly agreed, dropping the pants that were all he'd put on before fleeing the motel. He stroked his jutting cock with anticipation.

"No, no," she murmured, so scared that she felt something give within her. When she felt the burning trickle leak from her cunt down her inner thighs, she realized she'd just pissed from fright.

"How naughty," her mother taunted. Then Sandra turned to her brother. "Don't worry, Eddie. I'll clean up little Janet's accident for you. Don't want you getting your gorgeous cock all dirty in her filthy cunt when you rape her."

Sandra now knelt before Janet, fingering apart the girl's dripping pussylips and bringing her mouth to their open center. She licked all over, inside and outside. And her tongue, which had seemed so magical to her daughter before, scraped like sandpaper against Janet's tender pussy.

"There," Sandra slurped when she was finished. "That's as clean a cunt as this little bitch'll ever have."

Janet's cunt had never felt dirtier to her than it did now that her depraved mother had just lapped it. Worse, she could only expect that the degradation would increase sharply when her uncle shoved his cock in her pussy and rape was a reality.

First, though, Janet was forced to watch her mother prepare Ed for the planned assault with a blowjob. It was designed to make his prick extra-slippery to improve penetration once the fucking had begun. Well, Janet bitterly thought, he'd need all the help he could get, because her cunt was going to be juiceless, just a dry hole that felt nothing.

Meanwhile, Sandra had deep-throated Ed so completely that he had to push her away to get his prick back. Springing out into the moonlight, his cock glistened from tip to root with her spit. Janet closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at it, preferring to meet her fate in self-imposed darkness.

She heard her mother urge, "Okay, Ed, fuck her, fuck her. Split her in two with your big, beautiful prick!"

Then Janet felt her uncle's hot breath on her tits. And when he buried his face between them, his cockhead jabbed down below, striking her clit.

"I don't feel it," Janet maintained in a desperate whisper, which only she could hear. "Don't feel a thing. Won't feel a thing, no matter how he fucks me."

Now Ed's cockhead changed angles. When his prick jabbed again, the fleshy knob surged between his niece's involuntarily spread pussylips and into her cunt. The spit from Sandra's blowiob giving it momentum, several inches of his prick followed quickly into Janet's pussy.

Her eyes still closed, Janet felt her uncle's rough hands on her ass. He started tugging and hauling, racking her hips so her cunt jerked along the length of his cock.

The friction was undeniable, especially with Janet's cunt so dry. But, she vowed, she didn't have to admit to feeling it. The mind was more powerful than the body. Think of anything but sex, she lectured herself, anything but pleasure. Anything but his big, rubbing cock in her tight, rubbing pussy, anything, oh, anything.

"Oooaooh!"

Janet heard the moan. She refused to believe it had been one of her own. Just as she refused to accept the growing wetness that had invaded her fucked cunt.

However, she couldn't withstand the truth for long. Especially when her uncle let go of her ass, and her hips kept rolling on their own, so that she was setting the tempo of the fucking.

Now, rather than lying to herself anymore that she felt nothing, Janet blamed her senses for betraying her. But all was not lost, she attempted to reason her way out of her dilemma. Just because she felt something didn't mean she enjoyed torture. And what else was rape besides a form of torture?

But what could she do? The constant movement of his huge prick in her spasming cunt was taking its toll. She felt the unwanted juice of arousal leaking from her cock-filled cunt down her thighs, the result as damp as when she'd previously pissed from fright.

"Ahhh," Janet heard himself moan out loud. Then, worse, she listened to herself admit, "I'm going to come. Come so hard from your big cock fucking my pussy, Uncle Ed." Responding to her daughter's condition, Sandra said, "Well, we can't have Janet coming when she ought to be suffering. Think of her reputation. Ed, maybe you'd better pull your cock back out of her cunt until you get a little meaner. We want to hurt this little bitch, not show her a good time."

Following his sister's orders, Ed yanked his prick in reverse. Only his cockhead remained in his niece's pussy.

"No, no!" Janet blurted out with frustration, abruptly past the point of no return. "Don't listen to Mom, Uncle Ed! Keep fucking me, please, please! Give me all of your cock in my cunt and fuck me until we're both coming!"

When Ed hesitated, Janet pushed at him with the only part of her captive body that could move, her crotch. She forced most of his prick back into her cunt and squeezed his cockmeat with her juicy muscles, her cunt begging on its own behalf for more fucking.

"Don't let her take advantage of you!" Sandra shouted at her brother. "Fight back, damn you! Hurt her, hurt her!"

But Ed ignored his sister, telling Janet, "Oh, baby, you're the best. I've fucked a lot of women, but your little pussy's in a class by itself."

"Then prove it, stud. If I'm the best, give me the kind of fucking I deserve," Janet urged. Her eyes were open again so she could focus on her uncle while he eagerly fucked her toward what was sure to be a shattering climax.

And overhearing and watching this on the sidelines, a temporarily forgotten Sandra reacted with rage, bitter rage.

"You bastard!" she cursed her brother. "You're ruining everything! You're supposed to be raping the little bitch. Teaching her a lesson she'll never forget, not getting wrapped around her little finger. Damn you, Ed, be a man, be a man! Make her suffer!"

And listening to this outburst, it finally occured to Janet what her mother had been up to all along. Ever since the confrontation in the motel room, everything her mother had done was designed to push Ed to the breaking point, a plan to turn him into a brutal rapist so that she, Janet, would never want to fuck another man again.

Her mother loved her so much, Janet wistfully realized, that she was willing to sacrifice her daughter's precious cherry in order to protect her from men in the future. It was sweet. Janet's problem, though, was that her mother's good intentions had nothing to do with reality. She wanted all the cock she could get, and somehow her mother had to learn to accept it.

A plan to make her mother see the light took quick form in Janet's mind. It was extreme, but that was probably why it seemed so promising. Janet committed herself to do it on the spot. Now, in the meantime, first things first.

"I can feel your big cock getting ready to explode in my cunt, Uncle Ed," she panted to her mother's brother. "Hurry, hurry and let go as soon as you can, 'cause I'm holding back so I can come at the same time you do. But you're fucking me so good, I can't wait much longer."

"You got it, baby doll!" Ed grunted.

His cock fucked to the depths of Janet's pussy, then jumped like a striking snake. Hot jism poured from his suddenly spurting cockhead. At the same time, Janet's own female cum started to flow, as she climaxed spasm for spasm along with her uncle.

However, the cum wasn't all that was hot. Witnessing the rape that had backfired on her, Sandra burned with outrage at the behavior of her brother and daughter. And it was about to get worse.

"Oh, Uncle Ed, you can rape me any time. This has been even better than the first time you fucked me on the night you busted my cherry," Janet said.