Rex Taylor: Turned on family

Robin opened her eyes and she saw that Timmy had finally gotten up his courage. His cock stuck out through his unzipped fly and he was even now inserting it Laurel's cunt, doing it slowly, carefully, as if he were afraid of making a mistake. It was a comical sight, or as near to a comical sight as this experience could provide. Robin wondered if, by concentrating on Timmy and his skittish penetration, she might be able to take her mind off what was happening to her. She tried it.

"Uggghhhh!" she groaned as the Spider's tongue licked up and down her neck from nape to earlobe. He was trying to get it inside her ear now, tracing the whorls and loops, jabbing his tongue as if he meant to fuck her there, too. And he was blowing in her ear.

Timmy sighed as he felt his dick sinking into Laurel's hole. Her crotch jerked as he continued to penetrate and his face showed that he was straining to get inside her cunt. She started to sit up, her eyes beginning to flicker with fresh life, but Punch seized her shoulders and pulled her down once more, and, as quickly as it had stirred, Laurel's resistance faded and she lay whimpering.

Punch continued to hold her until Timmy was balls deep in her gash, and his hands slid down to cup and cuddle the globes of her tits. Robin could see his fingers digging into the cushy mounds, saw the white streaks his clutch left behind, saw the nipples pinched and pink between his fingers. She was sorry that Laurel was there, sorry that she was here herself.

Spider was giving her a fucking she'd never forget as long as she lived. Him cock was hard and thick and brutal, ravaging her tender hole with callous unconcern. Robin knew that every time she saw a man she'd be able to think of nothing but this degrading experience, that she could never be able to trust a man again. Ever. She wanted to cry for herself then, but she couldn't allow Spider the gratification of seeing her tears.

As if he'd even notice. He was grunting like a Goddamned pig in rut, lying on her, crushing her tits beneath his body, banging his crotch against hers. All he cared about was getting his rocks off. And, she was very much afraid, he wasn't about to do that just yet. His fuck strokes didn't give any indication that the Spider was ready to blow his nuts and she feared that he intended to make this an all day job.

Again she looked at Laurel, sick to her heart at what she saw. Mrs. Willis was being buffeted like a toy by Timmy's amateurish, cunt-jabbing strokes. He held her legs up in the air to let his rod in deeply, and with a short, skinny cock like his, Timmy needed all the assistance he could get. Laurel's feet dangled and flopped limply. Timmy might as well be fucking a corpse.

She saw Punch let go of Laurel's tits, saw him got to his feet. He stood there a moment, watching Timmy, watching the fishlike opening and dosing of Laurel's mouth. Robin could see the thoughts forming inside his head, and she saw him glow with sudden inspiration. He unzipped, shucked off his pants, and knelt astride Laurel's tits, guiding his cock to her guppy mouth.

Robin closed her eyes, not wanting to see it, but she found herself opening them again and looking all the same. It was as if she had to know everything, to see it all.

Punch put his cock into Laurel's open mouth and moved it suggestively. She didn't get the message; she only lay there, accepting but not encouraging the rape of her body. Punch sighed and thrust his dick in a little deeper. Laurel made a faraway, gagging sound, and he pulled back quickly. His knob lay just inside the gate of her teeth, resting on her tongue, and Robin saw him caught in his quandary. It was clear she wasn't going to suck him off of her own free will. What should he do?

The blonde girl felt a little tinge of nausea as she saw Punch resignedly take hold of his cock and begin to jack himself, keeping the knob inside Laurel's mouth. It was as if he were turning the older woman into a cuspidor for his jizz. She'd never seen anything so sick in her life. She didn't want to watch. But when she tried to turn away, her own predicament became worse, for the motion of her head brought her mouth into contact with the Spider's, and she found herself kissing him unwillingly. Robin made a chocking sound as she inhaled his stale breath and she forced her lips away, finding that she was compelled to watch Laurel's degradation or else compound her own.

"Oh, baby," the Spider whispered into her ear, breathing hot air across her neck and hair, making her shiver as though the temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees. "Have I got a load of jizz building up for you!" And with that he was sucking and biting her skin once more, stepping up the tempo of his fucking. Robin whined in protest, but she was trapped beneath him, impaled on his disgusting prick, and she could only hope he'd be finished soon.

Timmy gave a startled cry and his shoulders shook. Robin knew that he was creaming inside Laurel's cunt. When he pulled back for a last stroke, the sides of his cock were coated in his jism, and he was sighing and groaning as though he'd just been admitted to heaven and found that he'd been elected God.

Not to be outdone, Punch began to move his hand faster and faster on the shaft of his dick. He was jerking himself off so speedily now that he couldn't keep his cockhead in Laurel's mouth. His knob slipped past her teeth to bob and jiggle in the open, but it didn't seem that he noticed or cared. His hand was a blur of motion, and Robin barely saw the first squirt of his cum blast forth.

It was a gleaming glob of cream, darting from the tip of Punch's dick towards Laurel's face, striking her between the eyes. The scum oozed down her nose, across her cheek, hanging for a long moment on her jawbone. Robin followed it with her eyes, staring curiously at the way it flowed, and when she looked away, she saw that Punch was emptying his gun right into Laurel's mouth, cleaning the fuck juice out of his dick with lightning fast strokes of his hand. She could hear the other woman's choking, muted gurgles of protest, could see Laurel's eyes rolling in confusion, it was too sick!

"Oh, shit," Timmy giggled, finally starting to pull his cock out of Laurel's hole. "I gotta piss," he added, but that was obvious, for he'd already begun. His cock streamed yellow water as he tugged it free, right onto the mattress, right onto Laurel's body, and he stood there, laughing like a hyena as he emptied his bladder shamelessly.

Punch looked behind himself with a snicker. "You're like a fuckin' dog," he chided. "If you can't eat it, piss on it." He wiped his cum-dripping dick on Laurel's cheeks and mouth and got to his feet, stepping carefully to avoid the puddle of warm piss that lay on the mattress beside Laurel, between her legs. The afternoon sun beaming through a windowless frame caught a bubble of that liquid clinging to the older woman's pussy hair, made it gleam like a tiny diamond. The incongruity of it made Robin begin to laugh hysterically, to laugh in spite of the bodily and spiritual agony she felt at that moment, and her belly heaved beneath the Spider's bulk.

"See," he grinned. "Told you it'd be fun." He began to fuck her faster, hollering to his buddies, "I think she's comin'."

They came close to watch, and Robin, laughing and crying at the same time, couldn't distinguish their faces any longer. They were blurs, ugly blurs. Nothing else. More tears rolled across her eyes, further muting their images. Now it was even difficult to see the Spider himself, his face only inches from hers. It was like peering through a rain-smeared window at a distant object. She felt almost good now.

At the other end of the room she caught a flash of something, a motion, she wasn't sure what. She blinked her eyes to clear away the tears, [missing text].