Ray Couch - Naughty Nights At Home

"No-no-no-no I won't you can't," Valerie chanted, because she had to say something, and could think of nothing else.

Her words were choked off, however, as Moose stepped over to her again, picked her up from the couch, and smashed his lips against hers. She pushed against his shoulders with both hands, and discovered that the move was about as effectual as pushing against a brick wall. She slapped at his face, head, and shoulders, but all she seemed to be hurting were the palms of her hands. She gave up and went limp in his bear-like hug. Feeling her soft, hot body pressed against all of his male hardness caused her to moan achingly.

There was not an ounce of excess fat on all of his huge frame. His waist was thick, solid, and as flat as a muscle-ridged board. He was squeezing the breath out of her, the last vestige of resistance. The rigid pole of his thick, up-curving cock gouged into her belly. When he had crushed her lips with his, her first thought had been that should he attempt to stick his filthy tongue in her mouth, she'd bite it off. But his tongue was already in her mouth, filling her mouth, and she had neither the strength nor will to clamp her teeth into it. She sucked it, because she could think of nothing else to do with it.

Unable to move her head back or to either side, because he had her neck in a viselike grip, Valerie rolled her eyes to the side to see what was happening to Beverly. The tall, skinny one, Snake, had her in his arms, all the way up off the floor. He was bent in his knees, his long, thin body curved into a modified S, coiling, writhing like the reptile that gave him his nickname, as he socked an endlessly long cock up into the young girl's hot, slick, juice squirting cunt.

Beverly's eyes were closed, her lips were clamped suckingly, slobberingly to the lips of her ravisher. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck. Her strong, curvy legs were hooked firmly around his waist, and Valerie realized with a shock that Beverly was fucking her assailant back with all of her wild young strength. Her creamy white ass was a blur as she twirled it up and down the long slimy pole. Since Snake was holding her asscheeks apart with both big hands, Valerie could see all of his piledriving lance of flesh jackhammering in and out of Bev's tight cuntal ring. She could see the fat, hairy outer lips distended, stretching around the pummeling invader, the pink, wet, petallike inner lips stretching out on each downstroke, and being driven back in and out of sight on each hammering upstroke.

She knew that her daughter was fucking, had often talked to her about fucking, but she never dreamed that she would actually see a cock like this one bouncing off her daughter's womb. She wondered how Bev's tiny pussy could take such punishment without splitting, how she could corkscrew up and down on it with such wild, obviously joyous abandon. During her swinging days she had watched hundreds of couples fucking, but never like this, never this exciting, never with such carefree enthusiasm as her daughter, her cock-taming, pussy-whipping daughter and this tall, skinny beanpole of a cocksman reaming her soppy wet, tightly clinging cunt so thoroughly and completely.

The present situation had arisen so fast, so unexpectedly, that Valerie was still in a state of shock. Though her eyes only rolled toward Bev and locked there for a matter of seconds, in her disoriented, mind blown state, Valerie could have sworn that she stared at her daughter's hysterically wanton, beautifully obscene performance for minutes on end. She saw Beverly lean back in Snake's arms, hair flying, mouth open in a soundless, joyful scream, big upthrust tits bouncing like rubber balls.

She saw Snake duck his head and catch one of Bev's hard, rubbery, pencil eraser-sized nipples between his lips and suck on it like a small boy sucking his thumb, swinging his head from side to side, worrying it, chewing on it like a puppy with a rubber bone. Snake was bent almost double over her now, as she lay almost flat out in the air, parallel to the floor, supported only by her strong legs around his waist, and his thundering meat pole plowing steadily, unerringly in and out of her auctioning, juicy cunt.

Valerie's terror-bulged, shame-clouded eyes rolled farther, seeking Steven. She knew her son wouldn't sit still for this outrage, that he couldn't let this happen to his mother and sister without risking his very life to protect them.

Having obeyed Dick's order to scoot his chair back, Steve now sat calmly three or four feet away from where Snake was savagely packing dick into his sister. The expression on his face was the same as it had been while he was watching TV, showing nothing but avid, wide-eyed interest.

Valerie clamped her eyes tightly closed, and resigned herself to her fate. She seemed to be falling now in slow motion as light as a feather with strong, gentle arms holding her to keep her from falling too fast. She hit the chaise lounge flat on her back, thighs akimbo, arms holding on to Moose's big neck, eyes tightly closed, and breath held half in fear and half in wild anticipation.

Valerie screamed. Not in pain, not in fear, but in the shocking thrill of feeling a real live, spongy-headed man-cock sliding forcefully into her yearning cunt, nudging firmly against the mouth of her womb. She forgot Beverly, she forgot Steven, she forgot everything and everybody else in the room. Throwing her long, lovely legs around Moose's back, she swiveled up to meet his next thrust, and his next, and his next, meeting him more than halfway, wrestling him back down to the chaise.

It had been so long since she had a cock other than Cleveland's plunging in and out of her molten, female wetness, that she felt like a virgin being deflowered by a master lover. It was good good goood, and she wanted it never to stop.

"I’m glad Steve isn't trying anything," she said to herself, "glad he is taking this so calmly. If these bastards only knew what a favor they're doing me how terribly I needed this I'll fuck them to death all of them. Oh God, don't let anything happen to stop this before I’ve had a chance to fuck them all into a state of paralysis. I don't care what happens afterwards I give less than a fuck about them robbing Cleveland's bank it serves the bastard right just let them fuck me fuck me fuck me… NOWWWWWW!" Valerie screamed aloud in response to her first orgasm of the evening.

"I knew you were a sensible dude the moment I laid eyes on you," Dick said to Steven. "I appreciate your not giving us a hard time I don't dig violence."

Though Dick was now standing beside Steve's recliner, Steve ignored him, didn't bother to even glance up at him. He was watching his mother and sister, trying to analyze his own feelings, trying to build up a case of outrage, anger, guilt, even embarrassment, but without success. At college he had participated in more gang-bangs than he could begin to remember. His habit had been to seek out the freaky girls, and make them -even more freaky. The first criterion for a girl to move into his apartment with him had been that she agree to fuck his friends and Steven had lots of friends.

"But this is my own sister, my own flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood mother," he told himself, trying desperately to work up some feeling besides the undeniable, irresistible pleasure that voyeurism gave him. But his clinically logical, sexually jaded mind would not accept the bait. He had gotten Beverly's cherry on her fifteenth birthday, and had been fucking her since at every opportunity.

He had told his sister how much he loved gang-bangs, and while he was away at school she had arranged one for herself, writing him a long, detailed letter afterwards, telling him how much she had enjoyed it. Steve had also enjoyed reading the letter it was the next best thing to being there.