M. Jacobs: Abused family

Janet was fist-fucking her cunt with a passion. She closed her eyes so tightly in the frenzy of her self-manipulation that she could see stars. Her mind flashed with memories of the three studs who had fucked her so roughly in the warehouse. She flashed with images of jutting cocks and swollen young balls. She saw cocks spurting heavy cream into the air, felt it splattering against her naked body. She felt cocks in her aunt and mouth, felt them erupting in her luscious naked body.

"Fuck me! All of you! I'm so hot! I want all of you boys to fuck me! I need boys! I need young studs fucking my cunt!" she cried.

"Oooooowheeeeee!" Janet heard a voice call. "You're gonna get your wish now, woman!"

Janet opened her eyes and stared wild-eyed at the source of the voice. Standing there before her were three young men, all staring between her legs and wearing dirty grins. All three of the young men were carrying guns. She screamed in terror, but her scream was quickly muffled by a heavy hand against her pretty mouth.

"Get up against that tree, little girl!" A big burly man in a heavy black beard growled, pushing Terry up against a maple tree.

"Get your damn hands off her!" Jack shouted, struggling to get at the muscular giant.

"Watch it, kid or you're gonna get your fuckin' back broke!" another man shouted, holding Jack's shoulders in a powerful grip.

"Leave my sister alone!" Lynn screamed.

"Hey, kid!" another rough looking man said, lifting his shotgun and pointing it in Jack's direction. "You see this fucker? This is a shotgun, boy! You know what a shotgun can do to a kid? I could blow you apart with this little baby! Now you keep that in mind! See?" the man said in a low and menacing voice.

"You just do like we tell ya and everybody's gonna be all right! Got it?" a fourth man said, holding Greg's arm tightly.

"Let us go!" Lynn cried. "My mom'll find out! She'll hear us!" she screamed, struggling to get away from the strong man who held her and Greg at the same time.

"You don't worry about that, little girl! Your mother's bein' taken care of too! Our boys are up there at that cabin takin' care of her! I don't think we got much to worry about from her!" the tough with the beard growled, looking back over his shoulder and grinning at his three pals.

"What do you bastards want anyway?" Jack asked in a voice full of anger and contempt.

"Nothin' much, kid," the bearded giant said, his hand on the silken flesh of Terry's throat. "Just your sisters!"

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you talkin' about?" Jack rasped, staring into the barrel of a shotgun.

"My buddies and me here are from around Watsonville. We come up here sometimes to hunt in these hills see. I guess watchin' you kids and that foxy mother of yours all day was just too much for us! We're all horny and hot for a fuck! Now you know what we want?" the man said menacingly, his fingers stoking Terry's throat.

"You… you gonna hurt my mom?" Greg asked, his fists balled.

"Shit no!" the man holding the shotgun laughed. "Not unless she wants us to!"

"Or unless she gives us any trouble! I don't think our boys would like that too much!" another man said in a low voice.

"What boys?" Lynn asked in a frightened voice. "Joe and Hank! They're my two kids! Bob's boy Rod's back there at the cabin too. I'll just bet they're havin themselves a time and a half! Your mother's a real hot-lookin' bitch!" the man holding Terry said.

"You know she was sittin' there on the porch playin' with her cunt?" the man holding the gun said, reaching down with one hand and rubbing his swollen crotch. "No shit! She just pulled her fuckin' dress up and stuck her hand down there! Goddam! That little lady must like to fuck a lot. She's been out here just a couple of days and already she's that hot! Bet them kids are gettin' into her pants right now!"

"Do you want money?" Jack asked.

"Money? Fuck no! We got all the money we need, boy! What we need is some good hot pussy, and that's just what your mother's got between them nice legs of hers! See, kid, we've been watchin' you folks since you got here! We just been gettin' hornier and hornier all the time, just like your little mommy! Bet you're gettin' kinda horny too, kids! Bein' out here all by yourselves in the wilderness, you know! Mother nature just seems to have that kind of effect on some people! Take you for instance, little lady!" the man with the gun said in a low voice tense with lust. "I just bet you wish you had a little boy friend with you up here right now! How 'bout it, little girl?"

"I… I don't have a boyfriend…" Lynn said nervously.

"Bullshit! A pretty girl like you? Hell! I bet there's lots of boys at school who'd just love to get their hands on you, little lady!" the man with the menacing shotgun growled.

"Don't talk like that to my sister!" Greg shouted, still unable to break the grip that held him.

"Shut the fuck up, you little punk!" the man yelled, throwing Greg down roughly. "Keep that fuckin' gun on that brat, Bob!" he ordered. "I wanna talk to his little sister!"

"Get over here, kid!" the man with the gun ordered, motioning for her and Jack to move. "Both of you get over there against that tree! And you stay there too! In fact, kids, if just one of you moves I'm gonna have to blow you away! Got it?" the rough-looking man asked with a dirty grin, cocking his shotgun and holding it steadily.

"What're you gonna do to my sister?" Jack asked hoarsely, wishing he could beat the shit out of all the men.

"I ain't gonna do nothin' to her, boy. I'm gonna do somethin' for her! Know what I mean?" the man laughed, reaching out and putting his rough hands against Lynn's silky cheeks, holding her head fast.

The bearded man was still running his hands over Terry's frightened body. He felt her young breasts through her light summer dress, felt the little boobies soft and warm beneath her garment. He ran his hands up and down her arm, the warmth of her skin soaking into his hand and seeming to go straight to his hairy balls.

"Little lady, you are one beautiful girl!" the bearded man said.

"Hey, Bear!" the man holding the gun rasped, watching his buddy feel the little girl up. "Save some for us!"

"Yeah, yeah! You just keep them two kids against that tree! There's plenty of cunt to go around!" the man rasped, his hands running over Terry's thighs through her dress.

Jack and Greg wanted to attack the four menacing hunters with all they had, but they didn't have much. They both knew that any one of the guys could beat the living shit out of them. To fight all four of them would be unthinkable, even if they didn't have a double barreled shotgun. Greg and Jack were forced to watch what the men were doing to their sisters, not yet knowing what to expect.

"You filthy pig!" Terry spat as Bear ran his callused hand up under her dress.

"Come off that shit, little lady! You like that and you know it! Don't tell me you never felt a man's hand under your dress!" the bearded giant rasped, his hand clamping over her upper leg.

"No I haven't!" Terry screamed, the man's hand moving closer and closer to the hot spot between her young legs.

It wasn't quite true. Terry had indeed felt a hand on her leg before, but not the hand of a man as big and mean as this one. The only hand Terry had felt on her pretty legs was the hand of Rick Toiler, the only boy she had allowed to go that far with her. She had always let him feel her up until his hand had gotten to within an inch of her crotch. Then it was all over for the night. She had intended to let him go all the way with her eventually, of course, but that just hadn't happened yet.

As the man's hand moved over her silken flesh beneath her dress she began to shiver with fear. There was no way in the world that she could fight off the huge man, and besides, there were four of them. She was afraid that they would hurt her sister or her brothers if she put up much of a fight. She struggled, of course, but not very hard.