Pamela Cooper

The wife_s horny in-laws

CHAPTER ONE

Trish Wheeler sighed as she slid her palm onto the mound of cock in her husband's jeans, her fingertips tracing the gently curved outline of his prick.

"Hey, better cool it," Dave warned, "or we won't live through the drive. I've got a good mind to pull over and fuck you in the back of the van as soon as we spot another rest stop."

"Oh," Trish cooed, "is that a threat or a promise?"

The girl scooted even closer, again clamping her hand around the fullness of his cock to feel it pulsing. The sensation of his cock's throbbing shot up her arm.

"Christ, honey," Trish moaned, "I'm really starved. You think there might be something in there that I could find to eat?"

"Sure," he said, feeling the fire rising through his balls and prick. "But be easy when you suck my cock or we'll wind up in the woods beside the freeway."

Trish bent over her husband's groin and slid down the zipper. There was an instant release of tension, and the massive length of his tense, trembling cock popped into view. She clutched with gentle strength around its girth and slid the loose cockskin slowly back and forth. One small droplet of the thick clear pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.

"Oh, Dave," Trish murmured hungrily, "I've never seen one so big and beautiful." She moistly ringed the purple cockhead with her juicy lips. "Mmmmmm, so lovely."

The young woman was still amazed by the feelings that flowed through her whenever she had a chance to really study the huge slab of cockmeat that hung between her husband's legs. It almost seemed as if each time were the first time, over and over again.

And Christ, the memories of the first time that she had had a chance to see Dave's cock…

Trish had been working as a receptionist for one short week when the big, smiling man had walked into the office. And no man had ever managed to get to her so quickly before, managed to get her so horny just from looking at him. As soon as the girl had seen that broad smile, she had felt her cunt flowing. When he got closer, she realized that he was even better looking than she had first imagined, with a lean hard body and a smile that spoke of a gentle but powerful nature.

From the way he raked his black eyes over her tits and face, it seemed obvious that this was a man who had a deep appreciation of women. His attention pleased her immensely, I so much so that she found herself squaring back her shoulders to emphasize her large, high tits. She ran a long, pink tongue out that flicked over her full lips.

"My, my," he laughed as he looked her up and down. "Are there any more at home like you."

Trish's face had blushed an enchantingly modest red that belied what her pussy was doing just below desk level. It was not from his friendly, joking words that the crimson rose to her cheeks. It was because of the fact that he had so easily managed to penetrate her defenses.

There had been a very good reason for her defensiveness. She had needed to protect herself from her ex-husband's abuse. The walls had been high, wide and – she had thought – impervious to attack. After the way Craig had treated her, Trish decided that living alone without the pros or cons of a man was well worth it, if only for the sake of her peace of mind.

But with David, it was different from the very first moment. As soon as she saw his laughing eyes and flashing smile, Trish knew that she was a living, breathing woman to him, instead of a piece of meat to be used.

As it turned out, David's meeting with her boss had been short. Dave and his brother owned a small construction outfit that was doing work for her company. He had just dropped into make a progress report when she met him. After getting out of the meeting, he had emerged smiling and then asked her if she would mind letting him drive her around town while she pointed out local spots of interest.

After driving for a while and grabbing a bite to eat at a local hamburger joint, he and Trish drove into the parking lot of her apartment building. They sat quietly in the van for a few minutes, talking about their lives… and then he kissed her. The kiss was very soft at first, almost a mere brushing of their lips together, but that quickly changed. The rush of fuck-lust built so fast and to such a tidal wave level that Trish felt her cunt pounding with the same, beat, as her heart.

Then she saw his cock for the first time. Before her consciousness could make her clutching it in a convulsively sweating palm, realize what was happening, the prick-hungry girl discovered the massive, fleshy cockhead pounding between her lips and fucking onward to the back of her throat.

After it was over, after she licked the last delicious globs of his cum from her trembling lips, Trish pulled away from his wet cock, too embarrassed to even meet his gaze.

Jesus Christ, she thought, to herself, I don't even know this man, and now I've sweated and grunted over his cock, sucking him off and eating his cum right here in the parking lot of my own apartment building, where any neighbor could have looked out on us.

He must really have me figured for a stupid slut, Trish thought.

"Baby," Dave had said, taking her face in both his big hands, "I want you to make me a promise."

Trish groaned softly under her breath. What could he possibly want her to promise after she had just finished sucking his cock? That she would always be handy for a blow-job when he was in town? Did he have a few of his friends in the construction business that he wanted her to show a good time? Trish's fears, fired by a vivid imagination, filled her mind with all manner of disgusting possibilities.

"I want you to promise that no other man's cock will be feeding you like mine just did."

"What?" she had asked, her eyes reflecting confusion.

"I don't want anyone else to fuck that glorious mouth of yours because I want to keep it to myself. I want to marry you."

Trish's lovely, cum-smeared mouth fell open.

"Are you crazy?" she gasped. "David, I hardly even know you."

"Trish," his booming laugh erupted, "you just finished sucking my prick."

He pushed roughly under her blouse and crushed the fingertips of his huge hand into the full, fleshy melon of her tit. He smashed its shape totally, pulled the nipple until it stretched over an inch beyond its normal dimensions. The pain lanced through her tit, but it was closely followed by the most phenomenal ecstasy. Trish felt pussy juices pour from her cunt and run down to become lost in the matted thatch of her cunt hairs.

"And what's more," he continued, smiling I even while his hand was ravaging her tit, "you loved it."

Trish moaned from deep in her throat. It was the husky voice of lust that growled upwards all the way from the very deepest parts of her guts.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he continued. "You liked having my big cock shoved down your throat, didn't you, Trish?"

"Oh, God… yes!" she groaned as his free hand roughly pushed her thighs apart and began massaging and pinching at the drenched mound of her cunt.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her into the back of his van. There was a thin mattress on the vehicle's floor. It was there that he fucked her for the first time, pounding the ten inches of his thick cock into her cunt until Trish wanted to scream with the pleasure of it. I the wonder of being fucked, the ecstatic pain of being used by a real man who knew what he wanted.

When they had finished fucking and rested quietly for a few moments, Dave walked her to the door of her building.

"Aren't you coming up?" she asked incredulously as he kissed her and then said good night.

"Can't," he shrugged. "I've gotta be back out at the construction site at five in the morning, arid there's still some work to do in my motel room. I won't be able to get back into town the rest of the week, as a matter of fact. But we'll be finished up by the weekend, and then you and I can be married on Saturday."

With that, he kissed her and held her so close that she could feel the now-familiar bulge of his cock as it pressed against her belly. The van pulled away in a cloud of dust, leaving her feeling bewildered and confused.

Over the next few days, Trish had argued with herself for so many hours that it had seemed ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as the idea of marrying this young man who had so suddenly entered her life. Yet here she was on Saturday night, riding in his van toward a new home, a new family. And all the time, she was pumping the massive, fleshy slab of her new husband's cock.

"Oh Christ, that's great," Dave whispered through his clenched teeth as she sucked his prick. "I've never known anyone that was as good a cock-sucker as you."

He shifted his hips slightly so she could get at his prick more easily, and Trish used the advantage to suck down even more of his massive slab of prickmeat. She loved sucking him off, loved the feel of his cockhead as it fucked into the back of her throat, the manly smell of sweat and urine and jism that seemed to ooze from every pore of his crotch when she had her face buried there. She adored the way his cock-knob seemed to swell just before he blew all those delicious, thick spurts of cum into her mouth. Everytime she ate him, he seemed to have even more cum than before.

She cooed and murmured, locking the juicy ring of her mouth around his cock's furry base. Dave's balls were throbbing. The sac was tight-skinned as she stroked it, and she knew that this meant a chokingly large load of jism. Trish slid her lips back up the blood-engorged cockhead, the trembling knob of his enormous cock. The intoxicating odor of his crotch assaulted her senses all over again, and she groaned, hungry for his cum.

Dave took one hand from the wheel and grabbed her head.

"Shove the whole thing, baby," he grunted, hunching slightly toward her face. "I love it when I see my whole cock buried in your face."

Trish sucked back down the meaty length of his prick, gobbling entire inches of cock with each pounding, frantic motion of her head. Her tongue slid like a hot, wet snake over the slick and heavily veined surface of his cockshaft. She burrowed ever deeper. Finally, the entire length of his throbbing slab of cockmeat was in her throat and mouth, and Trish licked and tongued, all the time rooting her nose and face into the sweat-matted jungle of his pubic hair like some starving bitch in heat. She groaned and mewled, scratching at the skin of his thighs as it bunched and tensed beneath his jeans.

She felt as if she were about to lose all control. There was a teasing, itching heat that consumed her cunt, burned into her guts. The young woman squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, trying to ease the itching fire, but it only seemed to fan the flames of her fuck-lust.

"I've gotta have your cock," she gasped, letting his prick fall from her panting mouth. "My cunt's burning up. Pull over and fuck me, Dave. Please!"

"No Goddamn way, you little cock-sucker," David growled, shoving her head down and forcing her to take his cock back into her mouth. "You're gonna eat this cum-load, bitch. You're gonna suck out every fucking drop."

Trish went mad, sucking and sliding her lips wildly up and down his cock. She grunted and groaned with sloppy abandon around the ten-inch shaft of his fucker.

"Oh, fuck… yeah," Dave grunted, pushing his ass upward to bang his balls against her chin. "This is it, you slut! I'm gonna pump your head so full of cum, it'll run out your ears!"

Trish went at it even harder. She knew that when the first stream of his hot cum hit her tongue it would trigger her own orgasm. It would not be as powerful as when his cock was buried up to her guts in her cunt, but it was definitely the second-best thing.

"Yeah, baby. Eat it fast that way. Shit… I'm almost…" David hunched, straining every nerve in his muscular body.

Suddenly, Trish knew, that her eternal hunger for her man was about to be fed one more time, for the knob of his cockhead began growing and swelling, filling the entire sheath of her throat. With explosive force, his load of cum blew into the back of her throat. Thick globs of his jism ran down her throat. The rest shot up the channel between her throat and nose, sending rivers of jism running out of her nose.

"Gaaaaghhhh!" Trish grunted heavily as the overflow shot from between her lips and splashed into his cock hairs.

"Goddamn you! Eat it, you cock-sucking bitch," David growled, ramming her head down hard onto his prickshaft. "Drink it all, cunt! Every drop."

It was the only cock in the universe. It was the center of all reality for her, and Trish chewed and sucked to prove it. But even with her cum-hunger, there was no possible way she could catch all of his flood. Cum was everywhere. She was drowning in an ocean of jism and wanted it that way. The great, sucking vacuum chamber of her mouth was filled with cock cream. Streams of cock snot ran from both her nostrils. And still the cum spurted, spraying from his cock. Flooding from her bruised lips, the scalding cum oozed over her chin and neck, finally dropping in great sticky gobs of cream that covered the sac of his balls.

Yet, he was not through, but rather fucked in more and more jism until she felt as if she had been filled with cum from her stomach up – until there was no place left for the jism to go in its rushing torrent through her mouth.

"Yeah," he grunted as the last few drops of cum oozed out. His body slumped in exhaustion. "Christ, I bet you could take on the whole offensive line of the Packers."

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "I don't think even the whole team could give me as much cum as you do." She licked and chewed at his semi-hard cock, lapping up the puddles of cock cream that had covered his balls and then filled the crack of his ass. She loved to clean him and drink his overflow. So much so that she even licked it up from the seat of the van. "God, I love the taste of your cum. It's so warm and milky. I feel like a cat with a bowl of fresh cream."

Trish pulled and licked at his cock and balls until she was sure she hadn't missed any of her favorite beverage. His whole crotch was shiny and wet from her tongue, and she began working upward, running her tongue back over his cock and then to his navel and hard-muscled stomach.

"God, Dave, my cunt's itching. I want your cock in my pussy now. It's the only thing long enough to scratch my itch."

"Hang in there, baby," Dave smiled through his exhaustion. "The last sign said there are camping spots up ahead. You've got another five miles. Then I'll plow through your goodies for real."

"Oh yes, Dave," Trish groaned softly, her breath puffing softly against the hypersensitive skin of his cock as it bobbed and swayed in front of her insatiable mouth.

Hunger drove, through her whole being. A starving, irrational, screaming hunger that was ignited by the smell of his freshly sucked prick before her as it brushed against her chin and nose. A trickle of late cum climbed to the summit of his jism hole and then made its slow tortuous way over the hump of his mushroom shaped cockhead – until she could stand no more and gently placed her tongue against the cockshaft to catch its sweet, salty flow.

Trish wanted more, wanted another flood of cum to fill her face and spray in splashing streams over her eager cheeks. But even more, she wanted his prick fucked into her cunt. She was starving for the rasping grind of his huge slab of cockmeat stabbing into her belly, for the wash of fuck cream to fill her pussy until a tidal wave of his cum had flooded her entirely and poured across her trembling thighs.

Her lips were gentle in their caresses. Only the vaguest rumors of her fingernails scratched ticklingly across the furred treasure house of his balls. And for the next five miles, the warmth of her mouth gently enclosed the length of his cock.

By the time Dave pulled the van off the interstate and followed the signs to the camp ground, Trish was almost beyond controlling her own hunger. The man at the park took their five-dollar fee and smiled as he saw the girl's head disappear as soon as they pulled away from his lighted stand. By the time Dave found the numbered campsite and parked the vehicle, Trish had already puled off her jeans and sweater and was leaning over his shoulder, pulling at the stiffened shaft of his cock.

"Fuck me, Dave," she pleaded, crawling back to the mattress and opening the hungry gap of her dripping cunt. "Oh, Christ, I need your cock! I want you to fuck me so bad. Oh, fuck me, you big-cocked bastard!"

Dave slid his jeans down and dropped on top of her writhing body, fucking his burning prick into her cunt with one sword-like thrust. Her asscheeks sounded wetly as his balls slapped against them, and he stared hungrily downward at the trembling mounds of her tits. Dave's mouth locked onto the smooth and swollen surface of her left tit, sucking the nipple with a liquid popping noise, dragging across its sensitized surface with a rasping, hot tongue.

"Ohhhhhh! Fucking shit!" Trish screeched, adoring the savage mixture, of ecstasy and agony that her pussy derived from his cock. "Yesssss! You big-cocked bull-stud! Fuck me, baby. Shove it in until it splits my pussy. Make it hurt, you bastard! Make it hurt!"

Like a madman, he began pounding his ten-inch fucker into her guts. And with every slamming fuck-stroke, the enraged man bit into the vulnerable softness of her tortured tits.

"You want this, bitch?" he rasped fiercely. "Answer me, you cock-sucker. You love to get fucked like a horny bitch, don't you?"

"Yeah… yesssss… oh, Christ, yessss! There's nothing better." Trish's voice became shrill as she felt the beginning convulsions of an explosive climax.

For just a moment, Dave paused his wild fucking and looked down at the sobbing, thrashing woman that lay impaled on his cockshaft.

Trish's hair was black. Not dark brown, but a shining blue-black. Her thinly arched eyebrows were just as dark and seemed to flex with the flaring and contracting motions of her nostrils. Her wide, staring eyes were like blue pools, and he knew that she was beyond seeing anything. Her pouting lips trembled, and her long, pointed tongue flicked out often to wet her cock-loving lips.

Yet all of this was only a small part of the beauty that was Trish. Her tits were immense globes of milky, nearly translucent skin, and in the proper light, the pale blue veins were visible in their firm depths. Yet, in spite of their size, the massive tits stood proud and boastful with huge, dark nipples that pushed outward hungrily, searching for a man's bruising lips.

Now they were protruding a full half-inch from the darkened moons of her areolas.

Her pale, muscular thighs seemed as if they could cut a man in half with their frenzied scissoring. But most impressive of all was her wonderful cunt.

The lips of Trish's cunt were thicker and fleshier than any woman's Dave had ever seen before. He could bury fully an inch of cock or finger in their weeping darkness before actually getting past those panting, sucking pussy lips. And in contrast to the rest of her pale body, the lips of his wife's cunt were a passionate red that turned nearly purple as the blood rushed in during the fuck madness. Her cunt itself was a hungry, sopping mouth that could suck off a man's cock and make him forget to breathe as its muscular walls pulled and chewed at his throbbing cockmeat.

Her pussy was a tiny bit of heaven surrounded by fine, silky, black hairs. The cunt hairs were always wet with her love dew, and they put forth a perfume that made him think all women were meant to smell that way.

"Christ," he groaned, tightening his arms in a crushing embrace around her trembling body, "I love you, baby. There's never been anybody like you before."

"And… there never will… be again, either," she gasped between panting breaths. "But don't hold out on me now, you fucking stallion. Fuck my brains out! God, I'm begging, Dave. Fuck me so fast it burns!"

Dave slashed back down onto her tits with his brutalizing teeth and began ramming his ten inches of prick into her sloshing pussy all the way up to his furry balls. The splashing, stabbing motions sent his swollen balls slamming into the black-furred crack of her ass. And with each slippery pump of his prick, the pressure in his balls pulsed with his terrible ache.

"God, Trish… I'm gonna blow, your fucking head off," he grunted.

"Oh, yessss, you big cum machine," Trish moaned, fucking in rhythm with his pounding humps, her ass thrusting up and down. "Fuck me, baby. Don't hold it back. Spray my guts full of your hot fizz, you big-cocked son of a bitch. Give me gallons of it!"

"Ah… Jesus fuuuuuck!" Dave bellowed, unable to hold back any longer. His massive, muscular body piled into her, crushing the breath from her. He bit down onto her tits until the joyous pain lanced through her brain and ripped a scream from her wide-open throat. The sloshing fucking sounds were loud as her fiery, bruised ass splashed in the puddles of her cum that had pooled and soaked into the mattress beneath her.

"Suck my cock into your guts, you cum loving whore!" Dave grunted as he bit down even harder on her tortured tit.

Trish suddenly arched her back and went rigid as her insides seemed to boil and roll from her cunt muscles going completely wild. And she moaned madly as the orgasm erupted in the depths of her pussy and then sprayed toward her cunt lips while drowning her husband's cock in its boiling wash.

"Aaaaaaarghhh!" he roared, throwing his full thrashing weight against her writhing body. "Fuck me, you slut! Swallow my cock!" His bellow exploded at the same time as his cock.

Dave's prick was a geyser of burning jism ripping into Trish's pussy guts. The hot cum splashed in fiery, agonizing gouts against the tormented walls of her pussy, and she thought that she was going to lose consciousness from, the blended rush of agony and ecstasy that washed across her mind.

Trish's insides went into convulsions with his flooding tidal wave of cum. A high-pitched whimper came from the back of her throat. Then the girl's stiffened body fell limp beneath his still-pounding frame. Her eyes were dreamy, the lids heavy with her long, black lashes nearly hiding them from his view.

Her voice came out in an exhausted hiss. "Yessss Dave. Oh, fucking God, yesss. Don't stop, you bastard! Ram that thing up my cunt!"

Trish felt her body being slammed by his weight of one hundred ninety pounds of brute force. The slippery shaft of his cum-slimed cockrod seemed to rip through her guts as he packed her pussy with what felt like gallons of cum. The jism filled her fuckhole entirely until each thrust of his huge cock sent streams of cum shooting and sloshing over her trembling asscheeks and into the furred crevice of her ass.

"Yeah!" he grunted, fucking the last greasy globs of his cum into her flooded cunt. "Take all my juice, you cum-licking slut!" Then he fell forward, crushing her tits and gasping for breath.

They lay quietly for what seemed like an hour until their breathing returned to normal. Finally he rose, pulling out his limp cock that seemed to fill her up even when it had gone dead. The cockhead came out with a slobbering pop and trailed a thick stream of cum over her still-trembling thigh.

"Well, lady," Dave said, rising onto one elbow and then smiling down at her, "we may not have very much of a honeymoon as far as the length of it. But it's sure as hell going to be quality time."

"Oh Dave," Trish sighed, resting her head against the thick hair of his chest and curling her fingers through the heavy pelt. "I know we don't have much time before you have to go out on the next job. But every minute is worth it. Now, let's get back on the road so we can get home. I want that big cock to be fucking me in a real bed."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," he grinned, pulling up and snapping his jeans.

They drove out of the campground and back toward the main highway. The miles seemed to roll by rapidly as Trish leaned back into her soft seat. Everything had been so rushed that she hadn't had any time at all to think of her new life with Dave. She knew nothing about the house itself, except that it was the one Dave and his brother Mike had built in the wooded hills outside town.

According to Dave, Mike was pretty much of a loner who preferred roaming the woods with his teenaged stepdaughter Ginny, teaching her about the woods and fields. The girl's mother had died years before, and Mike had decided to just adopt her instead of trying to locate her runaway father.

"Dave," Trish said to her new husband, "do you think Mike's going to like me?"

"Are you kidding?" he grinned reassuringly. "He may be a fairly quiet sort in a lot of ways, but he's not crazy. He'll know quality when he sees it. And as far as Ginny is concerned, I don't really see any problem at all. She has all the same problems as any other teenager, I guess. But she's really a good kid. And besides, I think that any young girl could use the influence of a grown woman for a mother figure and friend and somebody to talk with."

"I sure hope so," she sighed, gazing out into the darkness. "Tell me how much you love me." She smiled, scooting over and cuddling against Dave.

"Oh, honey," he grinned, pulling off at another interstate exit. "Telling is never as good as showing."

In a very few minutes, as David's monstrous cock was fucking in and out of the juicy sheath of her pussy, Trish realized that she wasn't worried at all about her new home or her new in-laws. The only reality in the world was the love that Dave felt for her and the fantastic sensation of his stallion's prick as it fucked into her hot pussy.

CHAPTER TWO

"Hmmmm looks like no one's here," Dave said as they went into the house. "He and Ginny must be out on another walk. And I don't see any reason we shouldn't take advantage of their absence. Remember, we've got that real bedroom here."

Trish didn't even have any chance to set her bags down or see what the house looked like before David had grabbed her and dragged her to their bedroom. As soon as they walked through the door, he pulled off her clothes and then his own. The two newlyweds were starved for each other. They crushed together, their mouths sucking deeply.

"Hey, baby," he whispered huskily as his tongue plowed into her ear, "how would you like to show me what a horny bitch you are?"

"God, yes!" she groaned. "Anything you want, baby. Anything." She was willing to meet any demand that might come to his mind, even though she didn't really know what he was going to ask.

Dave grabbed Trish and rolled her roughly onto her stomach. "Now, let's just see how much of a horny bitch you really are when I fuck you like a bitch should be fucked," he rasped. "On your knees, you cock-loving slut!"

Trish did as he ordered, rising to her hands and knees with the full moons of her tight ass thrusting skyward. There was something vulnerable in this female animal pose, something frightening and weak. But she wanted it, wanted to be the bitch in heat for her ass-sniffing, rutting husband. Wanted him to take her and use her any way he wanted, for even as she realized the uneasiness she was feeling, she was also aware of the terrible itching hunger in her cunt and the seeping juice her pussy already begun to send in thick streams through the matted fur around her swollen cunt lips.

With one motion, Dave separated her cunt lips and then shoved the magnificent ten inches of his throbbing cock into her well-used but still-tight pussy. His prick pushed upward through her cuntal sheath like a glowing knife blade through the buttery slickness of her pussy slit, and the full weight of his cum-laden balls slapped victoriously against the back of her juice-slopped thighs.

"Aaaaarhhhh!" she screamed. "It's… it's… toooooo much… hurts!"

Trish's back arched as if to throw off the unaccustomed weight and the attack of his slimy, plunging cock. The angle was perfect for penetration. His bull-like cock slid its, full curved length into the hot, sloppy sheath of Trish's cunt, and she felt every throbbing inch as it fucked through her pussy guts.

"Does that mean you don't like it, bitch?" he sneered at the back of her thrashing head. He slowed his fucking and pulled back until the cockhead was held in place only by the puffy, sucking lips of her cunt. "Do you want it out?"

"Christ, no! Give it back to me, you son of a bitch!"

Dave's laugh was full and lusty as he fucked his cock in to the balls, back into her starving cunt.

"Beg for it, you cum-sucking whore. Tell me what you want, cunt, or I'll pull my cock out and make you drink my cum, instead."

"No, Goddamnit… no!" Trish felt as if she were losing her mind. The pain that lanced through her abused cunt was indistinguishable from the intense pleasure that was its mirror image, its other half. As he had slid his tormenting cock between the lips of her weeping cunt, the young girl felt as if her guts were being plundered. She backed toward him. She twitched her hips like a cat in heat, trying to find some way of locking his prick inside her pussy.

"Please, Dave!" she pleaded, unashamed and uncaring, knowing only that she had to have his cock. "Please… Daddy. Please, give me your cock. Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard!"

"What do you want, slut?" he snarled, shoving the pussy-greased middle fingers of his right hand into the tight-ringed muscle of her ass.

"Hurt me, Daddy," she howled, hunching back and sucking his torturing cock back into her belly. "I want you to hurt me! Use me, baby. Use your bitch, Dave. Fuck your bitch's brains out, you big-cocked bastard!"

He began fucking his prick deep into her guts.

Trish realized that the agony didn't matter as long as it was Dave inflicting it, as long as it was his cock burning through her cunt, or his teeth biting and bruising her tits.

"Christ, baby," Dave said, pumping his muscular ass up and down, "I love fucking you this way. It feels like my cock's buried all the way up to the balls in that cock-loving pussy of yours. You like it, baby? Even though it hurts?"

"Oh yes, Dave, yessss!" Trish groaned. "I like anything you want to do."

"Baby," Dave said, "you just made me a promise that I'm gonna hold you to."

If Trish had thought about that, it might have bothered her. There had been a lustful cruelty in his voice. But as Dave began fucking her cunt harder than ever, she soon lost awareness of everything except for the hands that tormented her bruised and burning nipples and the stallion cock that fucked her like a mare in season.

"Dave!" the writhing young woman gasped. "Oh God, Dave… that's so fucking gooooood!"

Suddenly, with no warning, her husband's hands abandoned the torture of her tits and took her firmly around the waist. In one swift, fluid motion, he sat straight back and stabbed her all ready impaled cunt all the way down onto his raging cock.

"Baby, I'm gonna split you from navel to asshole," he said, using his leverage to fuck deeper into her pussy than she had ever known any man could reach.

Vast waves of delicious pain shot upward until Trish feared that she would lose consciousness. Gigantic, throbbing masses of cockmeat had driven through her insides. No, Trish thought to herself as she bit her lip to keep from screaming, it's as if he's finally joined my cunt to his cock. It's as if we are one single set of pounding, cumming organs that can never be separated again.

"Christ, Dave," she groaned, "you're ripping my guts apart!"

"No shit, slut!" he growled, pounding her reddened ass with his crotch. "And baby, you're gonna go crazy for more."

And Trish did just that. Every pounding fuck-thrust of his throbbing prick sent pain rolling through her; each shock of pain was immediately drowned in a wave of screaming pleasure. Soon, there was no way the young woman could distinguish between the two sensations. They blurred together, melded, became something altogether different. The confused, ripping realities that he made her feel sent tingling rushes all through the sensitive walls of her cunt.

"Oh, yes! Oh, God! Oh, fuck me!" she screamed.

Trish grabbed her bouncing, trembling tits and shoved them together so that she could squeeze and claw at them. Her other hand, pushed far back between her thighs, found his balls. And with gentle but firm motions, she began a milking squeeze of the swollen, tight sac of his balls. Oh God, she thought somewhere in the back of her rut-fevered brain, his balls are so big and full. All that wonderful cum is for me. It's going to fill my pussy until it overflows.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she groaned. "Shove my cunt full of that steamy cock of yours. Oh, yessss… Goddamn you!" She suddenly went mad, thrashing wildly up and down. "Fuck me hard… like that!"

Trish reached back, running her long pale fingers through his thick, curly hair. And as the explosion of orgasm ripped through her guts, the young wife grabbed a brutal handful of hair in her rage of fuck-lust. Trish leaped and threw herself back until the wave of her orgasm crested and broke, bringing her release. Her head fell back, and she let out a long moan.

With his wife's orgasm, Dave felt his own control sliding over the edge. Her cunt didn't gush; it sprayed hot, wet bitch-cum to bathe his cock in her creamy flood. The force of his own fuck juice as it streamed up through his cum-tube was a scalding rush so massive that it made his teeth hurt. For only an instant, he locked rigidly in position. He sat with his cock buried to the balls in her torturing cunt. Then he began fucking in and out of her cunt hole in long, rapid fuck-strokes that carried his cockhead from the very lips of her cunt slit to the deep interior of her pussy, where it slammed like a battering ram against her cuntal walls. Over and over he reamed and pounded.

"Take my cum, bitch," he rasped harshly. "Suck every fucking drop up your cunt, you cum-sucking slut!"

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" Trish shrieked as another bolt of raw, electrical orgasm ripped through her pussy.

"Jesus shit!" Dave groaned, finally falling over against her. The muscles of his ass contracted and released, contracted and released, until every last drop of his jism had spurted into the flooded hole of her cunt. He lay there, taking in vast gulps of air as he tried to catch his breath.

Dave's body remained still. But even so, his cock still pulsed, and the throbbing sent one orgasm after another rippling through Trish's exhausted body. God, Trish thought, it feels as if I could just keep cumming from now on. But she at last went limp and rested.

As the two lay against each other, their bodies began to relax. Trish stirred and felt Dave's cock pop out with wet, smacking noises. She turned around, looking down at his semi-hard cock. It was shiny wet and gleaming with thick gobs of white cum smeared over its entire length.

"Mmmmmm, baby," she cooed, leaning over and licking one particularly large glob off the cockhead. The entire prickshaft trembled slightly from the flick of her tongue. "God, it's so pretty, and I do so love to drink your jizz."

With no warning, Trish parted her lips into a bruised, red ring and sucked the entire length of his cock all the way into her throat. As she slid her mouth down his prick, the thick coating of cum that covered his prickshaft smeared over her lips and cheeks and down her chin. Cum hung in thick strands and dripped from her pale face. "Suck my meat, bitch," Dave groaned.

Trish chuckled, a deep, lusty, gutter laugh that rolled up from her throat and over his cock.

"Ummm-hmmmm," she moaned, sliding her mouth up and down over the tight-nerved skin of his cock, her head bobbing wetly across his slimy crotch. The pressure began to build, and Trish could feel it as her hands held the swollen sac of his balls. The hairy balls trembled and twitched with the massive load of jism that his body was building.

"No, baby," Dave said suddenly, pulling back so, that his cockhead popped from her wet lips and slid slickly over her chin, leaving a thin stream of pre-cum trailing across her flesh. "You've drunk my jizz a lot of times. I've fucked your mouth and cunt lots of times before. But this is our honeymoon, and it's high time you had all your fuck holes plugged." His smile was slightly cruel and demanding in such a way that she knew he would have his way. And she knew that no matter what it was, she would give it gladly, enjoying whatever pain or pleasure he had to offer her pleading body.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling softly as she looked up with confused eyes.

"Your ass, slut," he grinned, taking her firmly by the hips and turning her around so that the full, white moons of her ass faced him. "I'm gonna slide a greasy cock all the way up that tight, virgin shitter of yours. I'm gonna fuck your ass full of cum until it pours down the back of your legs."

Trish bit back her fears. Dave was huge, and the thought of his massive slab of hard cock meat fucking into her asshole was terrifying. She imagined her ass being ripped into gory shreds by his big cock.

Dave knelt close behind her hips, the meaty weight of his cock pulsing against the insides of her thighs. He slid upwards until his cock was buried in her cunt and covered with slippery pussy juice from her still-flowing depths. Trish moaned softly and humped against his rampant cockrod, hoping to make him change his mind and stay where he was. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't.

Dave's left hand worked her tits, milking and squeezing their firm melon shapes into fiery, bruised joy. His right hand slid down her firm belly and massaged her clit fiercely. Small orgasms raced through her guts, sending streams of cum from her cock-stuffed cunt, and Dave captured the flow in his waiting hand. He smeared the greasy wetness around the tight sphincter of her ass. Her ass was slimy with her own cam when he slid his huge hunk of cockmeat from her cunt and lodged the massive prickhead at her asshole with his cum slit all ready oozing pre-cum into her brown depths.

"Oh, Dave," she pleaded, "it's too big. Your cock won't fit; it's gonna hurt."

"Come on, you cock-hungry slut," Dave said, grabbing a double handful of firm hips. He pulled her back and down, a motion that forced about half of his big, mushroom shaped cockhead into her asshole.

Trish had started to cry out as the pricktip popped into her ass. But when the blinding flash of expected pain didn't materialize, the outcry died in her throat. A hard cock was lodged in her ass, and she decided it felt kind of nice. In fact, it felt wonderful.

"That's right, baby," Dave sighed as he felt her ass muscles beginning to relax, "take it real slow and easy."

Trish took a long, drawn-out breath to help her relax and pushed her ass down another inch on the shaft of his cock. The head other man's prick fucked entirely into her tight ass with a silent pop, and the throbbing pulses of his fleshy spear sent trembling messages of electricity all through the sensitive membranes of her ass walls. Slowly – ever so slowly – Dave's cockshaft slid in. After what seemed hours of greasy movement, the wiry haired jungle of his crotch pressed against the crack of her ass.

"Sweet fucking Jesus," Trish sighed in disbelief. "Your cock's all the way in!"

"You're Goddamn right it is," Dave growled, shifting their position ever so slightly and until he was sitting on his knees and his wife was in the same position, her ass impaled on his meaty prick.

Dave bit gently at the back of her neck, taking both of her swollen nipples into his greedy, tormenting fingertips.

"Yeah," he moaned. "There's nothing that feels the same as a virgin asshole. Hot and tight. And at the same time, it's as wet as a sloppy pussy."

For a moment, Trish sat quietly with his prick embedded up to its hairy base in her ass, frozen in her position in case there should be any pain. There was none. Then, ever so slowly, she raised herself, feeling every inch of his cockshaft rubbed the inside walls of her ass. She dropped herself slowly back onto his giant cock. This time, when she squeezed with her ass muscles, Trish could actually feel the contours of his cockmeat, and the awesome pressure of his prick lost some of its fearsomeness.

"Oh Christ," she groaned, more amazed than him. "I'm gonna be able to do it, baby. I'm gonna be able to fuck you with my ass!" Trish gasped as a current of pleasure from her cunt climbed upward and then merged with the slimy movements in her ass. "Yes, oh yesssss! I can take your cock in my ass. Oh God!" A short moment later, Trish was doing the fucking herself, instead of being fucked. She rose and fell on his meaty prick, contracting and reining her ass muscles, flexing as hard as she could to milk the cum from his balls. Again and again, his cock fucked into the deep recesses of her virgin asshole. And with each slimy, pounding fuck-stroke the young woman felt her climax building to another unbelievable level until she thought her cunt would explode.

"Jesus!" Dave grunted as his wife tore at his cock with her ass. "Fuck me, you cum loving slut." He shoved upward to meet her downward-plunging ass. Each time she pushed her impaled ass down, he drove his cock upward. Their bodies slapped together with wet, lewd noises. "Come on, you whore! Take it all the way up your ass. I want to fill your guts with my hot cum!"

There had been no pain for her. None whatsoever. Trish was so pleased with being ass-fucked that she suddenly found herself going crazy with passion. She leaped upward from his cock, only to plunge downward an instant later with a splashing thwack as his cock buried itself to the base in her quivering asshole. And all the while she fucked, Trish clawed at her tits. Long, red scratches and welts stood out on the milky-white bruised tit mounds. Her nipples were hard and huge as their fiery, red nubbins reached out, pleading for her torturing fingers.

The young wife went rigid, and her back arched sharply. A grunting, animal shriek tore from the back of her throat as her pussy guts exploded time and time again with hot orgasms. And as her tormented ass muscles wrenched at Dave's cock, Trish felt the head of her man's cock explode with a scalding flood of jism. He juiced and juiced, spraying her sensitive ass guts with his flood of fiery cum. It brought her body back to life, and again, she began jumping up and down on his prick, sucking all the cum from his balls to fill her ass entirely. Her wildly flying black hair whipped wildly over her ghostly pale shoulders and back.

"Fuck me!" she screeched. "Fuck me, you screw – starved stallion!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his pounding groin slapping her ass and the spear of his prick reaming through her ass. "Thick my ass full, you son of a bitch? Spray my ass full of your jizz. Fuck me!"

Dave shoved and shoved, pushing his massive load of cum deep into her bowels. Trembling at the gigantic orgasm brought about by her tight, well-lubricated ass, his energy spent, Dave finally collapsed over to his side, carrying her with him. Together, they lay on the bed, his cock still fucked to the balls in her no-longer virgin ass.

"Oh Dave," Trish sighed, her voice breaking with a soft sob, "I've never known anyone like you. I never dreamed that any man could give me so much pleasure."

Dave massaged lovingly at his wife's much abused tits from behind, kneading them softly until her nipples were once again hard as his fingertips brushed over them.

"You know, lady," he sighed, gently nipping and licking at the back of her neck, "there's only one thing I need to make this whole session perfect." As he said this, he pulled backward, sliding his ten inches out until the cockhead popped out with a sucking slurp. Dave smiled gently and kissed her deeply to ease her mind. "I just thought it might be nice if you'd finish that blow-job you started earlier."

"Oh yes, baby," Trish smiled, sliding down on the bed until the head of his newly risen cock was level with her mouth. "I can always use another mouthful of your cock."

It suddenly struck Trish as strange that she had no qualms at all about sucking his cock that had so recently been buried up her shitter.

But the reason was immediately obvious. There was no unsavory smell whatsoever about his cockshaft, only a musky earthy smell that merged with his natural male scent, and it made her even hornier to drink his jism.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sliding her hungry tongue around the base of his prick and the quivering mass of his balls. "I'm gonna drain you dry of all the jizz you ever dreamed of having."

Dave groaned at the touch of her tongue on his balls.

"Then maybe I'd better find something to hold onto, to keep from falling out of bed," he said, reaching down and grabbing a massive tit in each hand. "You think these might help some?"

"Umm-hmmmm," she purred, sliding her lips and face over the reddened, cum-slimed surface of his cockhead.

As her man's fingers dug into her tits, Trish groaned at the electrical current of pleasure that shot through her cunt. She released his cock long enough to reach between her legs and coat her hand with her own creamy slime. Then she smeared the juice of her pussy over his cock until it shone from it.

"Now," she smiled up at him, "that's the way I like to eat your cock, when it's greasy with my cum."

The young woman's eyes glistened with hunger and greed as she stared at the creamy globs of her cunt milk that clung to his prick.

She nibbled and lapped at the gobs of her own cum, sucking it back onto her tongue and smearing it over her lips.

"Oh… mmmmmm… it tastes so good when I lick it off your prick. I could go to sleep every night with your cock in my mouth."

"Yeah, baby," Dave groaned, hunching gently and smearing the greasy cum all over her cheeks. "But there's something else you've never done for me." Trish looked up into his lust-filled eyes. "I want you to eat my asshole."

He moved his feet back on the bed, lifting his ass and spreading his asscheeks far apart so that she could reach the hairy, puckered hole of his ass. Trish had never sucked on a man asshole before. But his cock had just plowed her own ass, and she was now sucking on that cock. She couldn't see any reason why she shouldn't eat his ass.

"Come on, slut!" Dave squirmed against her, grabbing her head between both his hands. "Run that thirsty tongue into my crack."

"Mmmmmm," Trish mumbled, burying her face in his twitching ass and running her long stiff tongue into his puckered asshole. "You just tell me what you want, stud, and I'll dig into it." She lashed her grinding tongue over the super-sensitive skin of his black furred asscrack, pausing with each pass to stab it into the depths of his shitter.

"Fucking Christ!" Dave gasped. "Yeah, push it in and out like that. Suck my ass hard, bitch!"

The smell of him was overpowering for Trish. She bit and chewed, sucking in his man's smell until the rut was maddening. The tip of her tongue danced like an insane snake over, around, and into his asshole.

"Oh, Dave, this tastes so good," she moaned. "I love eating your ass." Her breath was a series of short, stabbing sobs. "Mmmm, baby, I could eat all of you and never get enough."

"Oh fuck," he groaned, "I'm gonna blow your cock-sucking head off in a minute."

Just as he said that, Trish's tongue abandoned his ass and slid upwards to torment his swollen balls.

"Jesus fuck!" he grunted. "Eat my cock, you cum-loving whore!"

Without any warning, Trish rose and impaled her lovely face on the huge, blood engorged head of his cock. Then, with gulping movements, she ate her way downward until her nose rooted in his prick hairs and the entire ten inches of her husband's cock was throbbing in the back of her throat. The slab of cockmeat pulsated its swelling flesh filled her throat until even air could no longer enter.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sliding backwards until the big shaft of his glistening cock was totally exposed. "Fill my mouth with jizz, you bull-stud. I want your cum to be running out of my can."

Fiercely, the cock-starved woman threw herself on her husband's cock, sucking its length into her moaning mouth. Sloppy pumping sounds rose to merge and tingle with her grunting moans as his throbbing prick slammed like a pile driver of fleshy meat into the back of her throat and smeared the inside of her pink, hungry mouth with his pre-cum ooze. It smeared his slime over her tongue, and the aroma that rose through the back of her throat drove Trish crazy with her mad hunger for his salty fuck juice.

"Mmmmmmmm… mmmmmfffffff!" she grunted as her tongue lashed at the hairy base of his cock.

Trish slid off until only the huge, purple cockhead was still between her bright red lips. She nibbled at it gently, stabbing her hungry tongue into his cum-hole, lapping the sweet, salty taste as if dying of thirst. Then, just as suddenly, the young woman threw herself downward again, eating his big prick all the way to its throbbing base. His balls pulsed and bounced against her chin.

"Mmmmmm, Dave," she gasped, sliding his cock out and smearing its slimy length over her face. "Feed me, you big-cocked son of a bitch. Fuck my mouth full of your jizz!"

"You got it, bitch!" Dave grunted, grabbing her head and ramming his cockhead back between her bruised lips. "But I want my cock all the way down your fucking throat. Get up on your knees like the horny bitch you really are, cunt!"

He grabbed Trish and forced her onto all fours while he rose in front of her on his knees. In this position, his cock was right in front of her mouth when she raised her head. Oh God, Trish thought, watching his massive slab of cockmeat bob and pulse in front of her slimed face, he's going to shove it all the way into my guts from here. Her eyes gleamed with greedy hunger as she watched the throbbing cock. She could feel her cunt gushing with pre-orgasm juices.

"Now, you cock-sucking slut," Dave growled, "deep-throat my prick. I want to shove that meat all the way through your beautiful body."

"Oh yes, Dave! God, yes! Ram your cock down my throat. Fuck me full of… ummmfff-mmmmmmm!"

Trish never had a chance to finish her sentence because, with one stabbing motion of his muscular legs and hips, Dave had rammed hot cock all the way into her mouth. She felt the immense, mushroom-shaped cockhead pop deep into her throat and cut off all her air with its throbbing presence. In and out it slid, each time burying the head deep into the hot depths of her throat. The woman's throat muscles convulsed, contracting and releasing around the head of his prick.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Dave grunted as he slammed his lower stomach and cum-swollen balls into his wife's beautiful face. He leaned forward and grabbed her tortured tits to use as handles. Yanking, pulling, he stretched the nipples and pinched them fiercely until the wonderful pain shot through her tits and sent wave after wave of orgasm racing through her cunt.

Oh yes, Dave, Trish thought as her man plunged and fucked down her throat. Fuck me! Hurt me, Goddamn you, hurt me! I'm a bitch in heat that wants to be used. Use me like a whore, you big stud. I want to be your whore!

She loved it, everything he was doing. All the pain, all the abuse, all the joy that his driving lust was giving her. She knew it was demeaning, but she didn't care. As long as it was him, as long ash was her Dave, she wanted anything and everything he could think of to do to her.

"Is that what you want, baby?" Dave grunted, still bucking and fucking his cock deep into her throat. "You want to be hurt, bitch?"

Trish didn't answer, but doubled her plunging sucking of his rampant prick.

"Answer me, you fucking whore!" he growled, crushing her tit in one massive hand while simultaneously slamming the open palm of his other hand across the bobbing and bouncing cheeks of her ass to raise a fiery red welt in the shape of his hand. "Do you want me to hurt you, cunt? Do you want to be punished?"

"Ummm-hmmmm," she hummed around the ten-inch shaft of his cock. "Ummmfffff umff… mmmmmmm!" Trish wanted it, wanted all the pain that lanced through her tortured ass and made her pussy weep for joy as his hand rose and fell in stinging slaps.

Looking around, Dave saw the hair brush that had fallen out of her purse where it lay on the end of the bed. He picked it up and began using the flat back of the brush against her already reddened ass. With no warning, Dave suddenly reached across her back, and reversing the brush, crammed its long, oval-shaped handle up her recently deflowered asshole.

Trish shrieked around the swelling length of his cock as the brush handle invaded her ass. The girl hunched back and forth against this newest invasion of her lovely body, and her hunching served a dual purpose. As she slid backward, it fucked the stiff handle deep into her quivering asshole. As she pushed forward to slam back again, the motion forced his cock again into the deep recesses of her mouth. She could feel the head of Dave's cock begin to swell as his bucking hips began to move even faster.

"Christ!" Dave panted. "Your mouth feels even better than a cunt could!"

Trish slid back and forth like a well-oiled machine with pistons working in and out of both ends. His words seemed to reach her through a fog of lust. There was no reality except his cock embedded in her throat and the brush handle up her ass.

"Suck it, bitch!" he howled. "Drink deep and don't miss any of my cum, you cock hungry slut!"

Bracing herself on the bed, Trish reached up between his legs with her other hand and shoved her middle finger up his shitter that had been so recently greased by her probing. Unable to hold his massive cum-load any longer, Dave suddenly went rigid. Trish felt scalding gobs of jism spraying into her throat.

"Suck, you cunt! Suck!" he bellowed, suddenly leaping forward again and fucking his cum-pumping cock deeper into her thirsty mouth. "You fucking slut, eat my prick! Drink all my jizz!"

"Mmmmmfffffff!" Trish choked and gurgled through the bubbling, hot wash of cock cream that filled her mouth and throat.

She licked and ate his cock ravenously, trying her best to take his whole load of cum down her throat. But it was just too much, even for her cum-hungry mouth. Gobs of his thick cum shot from between her lips and sprayed into his thick thatch of pubic hair. And every time he fucked his prick back into her mouth, the hair-trapped cum smeared over her beautiful face. Cum was layered thickly over her cheeks, some of it even plastering down and matting her black eyebrows. Heavy white globs of his jism hung and dripped from her bobbing chin. Thin streams of cock snot ran from both of her nostrils and poured downward over her lips to slide onto the shaft of his cock and then be carried back again into the depths of her mouth where it was sucked off for the second time.

The pounding brush fucked in and out of her ass, sending shocks of climax through the nerve centers of her ravaged ass and straight into her cunt.

"Aaaaaarghhhhhh… mmmmmffffff!" she gasped as the well of her pussy opened and sent streams of her thick cum spraying from her pussy lips.

It seemed as if the orgasms would never stop. Countless waves of racking climax shook her tortured body. Load after load of Dave's cum was fucked into her throat. For an instant, she felt that she was nothing more than a pump for emptying his cum-loaded balls.

Finally, he stopped, collapsing in exhaustion across her sweating back. But Trish maintained her position, siphoning the last drops of his jism from deep in his balls. At the same time, the last of her own waves of orgasm began to subside, and she felt the ass-greased handle of the hair brush slide out of her slimed asshole with a slurping pop. As Dave's shrinking cock slipped from Trish's cummy ups, she saw movement out of the corners of her eyes and raised her head to see a man and young girl standing in the doorway.

"I'll be Goddamned!" the man said. "Dave, I knew you had your women, but I never figured you'd bring a fucking slut to the house in front of Ginny."

Trish managed to pull the bedspread up to cover her nakedness, using one corner to clean the jism from her face.

"Mike," Dave said, looking up in surprise, "you've got it all wrong, man. This is Trish. We were just married. She's my wife."

Trish saw the expressions as they phased across her new brother-in-law's face. There was anger and shock, but mostly, there, was only a look of intense and very real hatred that burned from his eyes.

Ginny simply stood by, looking on with a slightly amused smile.

CHAPTER THREE

The next five days were a strange combination of heaven and hell for Trish. For the hours of each day that she was in Dave's company, the whole world seemed beautiful. They were so close in so many ways that they could have been the best of friends for years. But at the same time, each session of fucking was as if they were touching each other for the first time. It was the same intensity and screaming hunger as before, and she knew that Dave was as pleased and surprised by the situation as she was. Yet, when it came to Dave's older brother Mike, and Mike's quiet and aloof stepdaughter, the walls seemed to be high and impregnable.

Ginny simply left Trish alone, shutting up whenever the young woman entered a room, responding to any conversational questions with answers of one syllable or, or more often, just grunts of yes or no.

With Mike, however, the hostility was so open when Dave was not around that it was newly a physical force. Even when Dave was at hand, Mike would frequently get up and leave the room when Trish entered. After several attempts to break the ice with her new brother-in-law, Trish finally gave it up and developed her own defensive version of Mike's hostile behavior. She really wanted to go to Dave with her problems but decided against such a move. Dave and Mike had a hurry-up job that was soon to start, and she didn't want to add her own troubles to his business concerns.

A few days later, Dave prepared to leave for the site of the new job.

"It's only about fifty miles from here," he explained to her as he packed the van for the trip. "But since we'll be starting early every morning and working until late each night, I'm going to have to stay out there until this weekend. By then, I should be able to turn everything over to Cramer and just go up for inspection and trouble shooting."

He kissed her long and hard before he climbed into the van.

"That'll have to hold you until I get home, baby." He smiled, squeezed her tits fondly and then started the engine. "Take care of her till I get back, Mike," Dave shouted to his older brother who was standing in the doorway of the house watching the two love birds.

Mike merely waved his hand and walked back inside.

Trish watched Dave wave as the van pulled away, and she felt uneasy as she thought about spending the rest of the week alone in the house with Mike and Ginny. She walked back into the house, passed Mike who stood staring out the window ignoring her. Trish started to speak to him, but his frozen face and set shoulders made her so angry that she simply turned on her heel and stormed into the bedroom with a slam of the door.

She stared out the bedroom window toward the dirt road down which Dave's van had disappeared, then threw herself down on the bed. Trish missed the young man she had married, and he had only just left. The sheets were still rumpled and warm from Dave's body, and for a moment, she thought she could still smell the manly scent of him. That memory was almost more than she could stand, and she felt a lump rising in her throat. Even though he would only be gone a few days, she knew that his absence would leave a big emptiness in the hostile house.

And then, there was that massive cock of his. To be without that huge prick, fucking in and out, pounding and pushing gallons of his jism through her insides. The tearing convulsions of muscles during orgasm when he sprayed her guts full of cum.

Trish opened her thighs. Her robe fell open, and she began sliding her finger between the fat, fleshy flaps of her weeping cunt lips. Her pussy was still dripping from the hard fucking that Dave had given her just before he left, and she knew her cunt was still full of his hot cum that swirled and mingled with her own cunt juices to make a thick soup inside her fuck hole. With infinite slowness, she scooped her love slime up and massaged the fragrant, musky fluid over her clit and the sensitive cunt lips. Then, she took her straining clit between her thumb and middle finger and began rolling it back and forth.

In an instant, three of her fingers were fucked into the boiling depths of her cunt, and her other hand was busily kneading and torturing her tits.

"Oh, Dave," she moaned as her back arched and her hips humped forward to meet her stabbing fingers. "Oh, baby, I need your big hard cock between my legs."

The young woman heard a door slam upstairs. It sounds like the door to Ginny's room, she thought absent-mindedly as she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Oh God, Dave!" she grunted in the midst of her lonely fantasies. "Oh yes, baby! Fuck me, Goddamnit!" She didn't bother trying to stifle her panting groans. The image of Dave's huge, juicy prick kept flashing before her mind's eye. She could imagine the thick cockhead as it sprayed gouts of scalding cum.

Her body began jerking and convulsing, totally out of control. Great, washing waves of pleasure swept back and forth over the trembling walls of her cunt, sending tongues of fiery pleasure that licked all through her guts. Finally, after one last, pounding jolt, Trish dropped back exhausted onto the bed. And with her fingertips still lodged between her cunt lips and streams of cum running down to drench the bedspread, she fell asleep.

The nap, however, was not restful. She awoke after a half hour of tossing and turning. Trish dressed and was going to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, but as she was walking past the stairs, she heard noises and voices coming from the second floor. Voices, muffled and broken, made their way down the stairs. Moans rose and fell softly through the closed door of Ginny's room.

My God, Trish thought, if she has some boy from school up there in her room, Mike will have her ass in a sling.

For a moment, Trish stood outside the door to be certain she was not mistaken. It wouldn't do to make some sort of false accusation, especially considering how bad their relationship already was. Very soon, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Oh, yeah… unnnnhh!" The girl's grunting sobs sounded through the door. "Fuck my brains out, you big-cocked stud!"

Trish opened the door silently and stood looking at the scene of rutting lust unfolding before her astonished eyes. Ginny was sitting astride the man – for it was a man and no mere boy – her back turned to Trish. The girl's long, thick blond hair was a thrashing, flailing halo that swept in frenzied abandon around her head. As her pumping, plunging ass rose and fell, Trish could see the massive shift of the man's prick glistening and shining, slick with Ginny's pussy juice.

The man's hands spanned her throbbing asscheeks and the middle finger of his right hand jabbed knuckle-deep into her puckered asshole. The young girl went crazy, leaping and thrashing against the dual entry of her youthful body.

Ginny's screaming grunts vibrated with the force of her body slamming down onto the finger and cock of her lover. From where she stood, Trish could see that the man's left hand had abandoned Ginny's tortured, reddened asscheek and was pulling at the girl's high and firm tits. The tit he tormented was stretched upward so far that Trish could see the girl lean over to suck at her own nipple.

"Eat your own tit, you little slut!" the man said as he joined in her hunching efforts, throwing his muscular hips upward to meet Ginny's pussy.

With the sound of the man's voice, Trish was so shocked that she nearly let out a gasp. When Ginny spoke again, it only served to confirm what she had suspected.

"Oh, Christ!" the girl grunted. "Fill me full of your hot cum! Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me!"

Trish stood frozen, watching as Ginny's body suddenly seemed to go spastic. The girl fucked so fast and hard that Mike's monstrous cock nearly popped out of her cunt. Just as suddenly, his body went rigid, back arched upward, ass straining. And Trish realized that he must have shot his cum into Ginny's churning pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" the girl screeched. "Yes… yes! Spray my belly full of hot cream, you big-cocked son of a bitch!"

"Take it, you tight-cunted little whore!" Mike growled in his lust. "Suck all of it up into your cum-hungry pussy, Goddamn your ass!"

Trish saw the cum pouring out of the girl's cunt, saw a spray of jism splashing out of the young girl's sweet pussy lips and covering Mike's balls with a glistening coat of cream. As soon as her convulsions stopped, Ginny leaped up from his cock and dived head first between his legs, licking and sucking the cum from his balls and the base of his prick. She made hungry, slurping noises as she rooted her cum-slimed face into his crotch.

"Mmmmmm," the girl moaned, her tongue slopping and splashing in his cum puddles and sending gobs of the warm cock cream spattering over her face. "Oh, Daddy, I love to drink your jizz."

At that instant, Mike looked up and across the back of his stepdaughter's bobbing head. His eyes locked with Trish's, and for that split second, the two of them were frozen in their mutual dislike, while Ginny grunted on in her orgy of cum sucking.

Even in her deepest moment of loathing, Trish, to her own shock and shame, found herself wondering what it would be like to have Mike's immense cock buried in her cunt, to have Mike's torturing fingers rammed up her quivering asshole, to have her full, pale tits pulled and ravaged by those huge hands.

"You Goddamned, nosy bitch!" Mike bellowed, his voice filled with rage.

The sound made Ginny look up, his volume finally startling her out of her dreamy fuck lust. She turned around on the bed to face Trish, her legs spread to display her cum dripping cunt that was barely covered with fine, blonde pubic hairs. Her tits were red from Mike's savage attack, and they looked sore. But Irish realized that it would be wonderful if her own tits were so abused.

Ginny's cheeks, chin and lips were covered with a thick layer of Mike's cum. And as Trish looked on, the young girl scraped all the cock cream off with her fingers. With a sarcastic smile and defiant eyes, Ginny stared at Irish and then sucked her cum-covered fingers.

"My God, Mike!" Trish finally said. "You come up here and fuck your own daughter?"

Mike's face suddenly went cold with anger, and he raised one hand with his index finger pointing. His voice was an icy, hateful snarl. "Get your Goddamned, nosy ass out of here and shut that door. Don't ever come in again without knocking, you fucking slut!"

Trish spun on her heel, too angry to say anything else, and left the room, with a slam of the door.

"On second thought," she heard Mike shout, "don't even bother to knock. Just don't come in at all."

She heard Ginny's giggle as she hurried down the stairs.

Trish went to her bedroom and paced, trying to think what she should do. Thea she lay across the bed, trying to think of what to say to Mike and Ginny when she confronted them. Trying to think of what, if anything, she should say to Dave.

She wanted to talk to them, make them see that what they were doing was wrong. Terribly wrong. Granted, Mike wasn't really Ginny's father, so it wasn't really a case of incest. But he was definitely too old for the girl. God knows how long they've been lovers, she thought to herself. Probably since shortly after Ginny's mother died.

Most of all, Trish wanted someone to talk to while Dave was gone. Maybe if they could confront this situation, she and Mike could come to understand each other. Someone like Mike was really important to the lonely woman. Someone who was closer to her own age… especially when that someone was so handsome and had such a monstrous cock.

"Jesus Christ!" Trish groaned to herself in horror at her own thoughts. "What am I thinking about? I think I'd better take a shower to cool down a little."

She went into the stall and turned on the rush of water. It felt good, cooling against the hot flush of her skin. There, she thought to herself, that's better. I'll just have to remember to keep my thoughts away from certain things.

Trish toweled off, pulled on her robe and lay down across the bed to try and rest. But even after the relaxing shower, the young woman couldn't seem to get her mind off the image of her brother-in-law's huge cock. It had looked so massive and large as it slid in and out of Ginny's cunt, covered with gobs of the girl's pussy juice. In many ways, it had looked like Dave's beautiful prick. But in other ways, they were totally different. Dave was big and strong, but something in his attitude let a person know that he was a man who enjoyed pleasing a woman as much as he enjoyed being pleased by her.

With Mike, there was something totally different that was even reflected in the way his cock looked. His prick was somehow brutal, animalistic. She had noticed when Ginny pulled off that he had never been circumcised, and the angry-looking red knob of his cockhead pushed forward like a bloodied spearhead. There was a look, about his cock that she remembered seeing on a stud bull in a field, rampant and fierce and ready to fuck anything that got in its path.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Trish spread her thighs and began gently massaging her trembling clit. The image of that huge, red-tipped cock floated before her feverish mind's eye like a mirage that was always just out of reach.

It suddenly occurred to Trish to wonder if Ginny had sucked Mike off. The picture of that, the small boned, high-titted, young girl with her face buried in Mike's crotch, excited Trish. If the two brothers were anything alike, Trish knew that Mike's balls must be packed with gallons of thick, delicious jism.

"Oh God," Trish thought as she continued finger-fucking herself, "I've got to get over this. I could never cheat on Dave. Why can't he be here, instead of Mike? Then I wouldn't have to go through this."

Yes, she thought, rubbing her finger faster and faster over her trembling clit, I bet he was the first man that Ginny ever fucked. Trish could just imagine the gigantic cock parting those quivering, nearly hairless, virgin cunt lips. The cockshaft would have to have been greased, of course, or it would never have gotten into her tight fuckhole… the greased length of that axe-handle cock, entering slowly. She could imagine that brief second of tearing pain as the cock ripped through Ginny's cherry. The prickshaft slipping back out with the girl's virgin blood as it smeared and mixed with cum. The cries of agony from Ginny's young lips, followed shortly by moans of pleasure.

"Oh Christ, Mike," Trish whispered, "you must have fucked that little virgin's brains out." Her fingers were flying over the throbbing stub of her clit. Trish groaned louder, feeling her guts melting and churning.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes… fuck me, Mike! Fuck me full of your hot jizz!"

Even as she said it. Trish knew she would feel guilty later. But there was no way she could stop herself. Her cunt itched so badly for the feel of a cock that it was driving her crazy. She had to have something inside he pussy. Looking around, she saw the hair brush that Dave had used to ass-fuck her. She snatched it up with desperate fingers and stabbed the long handle into her quivering cunt.

"Aaaaaaghhhhhh… Mike!" she heard her traitorous lips pant. "Fuck me, you big bull-stud. Fuck that hot cock all the way into my pussy!"

Trish felt as if she didn't even know herself any more. She had lost all control of her screaming body, and what was even worse, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered in the whole world was her cunt. Suddenly, her guts exploded with the savagery of her orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her, drowning Trish in joy.

But side by side with the subsiding pleasure of the dying orgasm was an overwhelming guilt and shame. She hadn't actually been with Mike, and she couldn't imagine ever doing so. But the guilt was just as real. What would Mike think if he saw her fucking herself with a hair brush, and all the time calling his name?

The hair brush slipped out from between her pussy lips, and she let it lie where it fell, afraid to put her hands anywhere near her ever-hungry cunt. She was afraid of what might happen if she didn't stop herself now. Yet, what could possibly happen? Mike hated her, and he wouldn't have anything to do with her – even if she did want to fuck him.

It's loneliness, she told herself. I miss Dave, and that's all it is. Trish moaned, squirming with fuck-lust.

"Oh Ginny," she moaned. "How lucky to be broken in like that, to have that big cock jammed into your cunt and then to suck up all his cum."

Trish suddenly locked her jaw to block her own words. Nevertheless, the guilt she felt was no less troublesome. Trish decided then and there that she had to talk this whole thing out with Mike.

As she lay there thinking about her problem, she heard the front door slam. A moment later, Trish heard Mike call from the top of the stairs. His voice was full of hostility and sarcasm. "Hey, sister dear," he bellowed, "I think there's some talking that needs to be done here."

"What do you mean?" Trish asked, leaning against the door and feeling the vibration of her heart as it pounded.

"You know exactly what I mean," he replied. "I told Ginny to go out riding for a while so you and I could talk alone. I'm gonna take a shower. Come on up whenever you feel ready to listen."

Trish heard the bedroom door slam upstairs, and then the house grew painfully quiet. The only sounds seemed to be her own heart pounding violently and the ticking of the grandfather clock that stood in the hallway just outside her bedroom door. Somewhere in the hall she heard Dave's big, Irish wolfhound, O'Connell, sighing in his sleep. Everything else seemed so terribly still, and she couldn't understand why this made her so uneasy.

When she emerged from the room, Trish was looking around as if she expected some sort of ambush. "Oh, this is ridiculous," she scolded herself. "Mike and I are perfectly reasonable adults. We will just sit down and talk this out in that way."

Upstairs, she could hear the reassuring sound of his shower. And Trish decided that she would make herself more presentable. She went back to her room, brushed her long, black hair, and sprayed just the faintest mist of perfume at the angle of her throat and across her tits. Before she realized what she was doing, Trish had also applied a faint spray to her pussy hairs.

About halfway up the staircase she heard the sound of the shower stop. When she reached his door, Trish knocked.

"Come on in and make yourself comfortable." His voice was muffled by the closed door between his bedroom and the shower. "I'll be out in a minute."

Mike's tone had always bothered Trish. It was too confident, too self-assured, regardless of what situation he might be in. Here she had just caught him fucking his stepdaughter, and from his voice, they could be getting together to talk about mowing the lawn.

Trish was looking out the window toward the woods when the bathroom door opened behind her. She turned, prepared to confront her brother-in-law, but she was not ready for the sight that met her eyes.

Mike was stark naked. He had broad shoulders and a massive chest with narrow waist and hips. He was seven years older than Dave, but he had managed to pass the forty mark with no perceptible changes except for a distinguished touch of gray in the temples of his thick, curly black hair.

"Well, sister dear," he smirked, "are you ready for our little talk?"

As Trish stood in stunned silence, her mouth hanging open, she realized that height was not the only category in which her brother-in-law surpassed her husband. Standing this close, she realized that Mike's cock was at least an inch longer than Dave's, putting it at over eleven inches. The cockshaft itself had to be an inch larger in circumference than Dave's, and the cockhead was too much to be believed.

Animal, she thought to herself again when she saw that huge, wet, red prick-knob standing out.

Mike interrupted her. "I asked if you were ready." The cruel smile never left his lips. His eyes glittered cold, like sunlight on an ice field.

"What do you mean, ready? Ready for what?"

"For our little talk," Mike answered, moving forward easily, quietly, holding her paralyzed like a bird before a snake. "Actually," he continued, as Trish began backing up from him until she felt the window pane against her back, "I probably should have just called it my little talk. It's gonna be a one-way discussion because your mouth is gonna be so full of my cock that you won't be able to get a word in edgewise."

Mike finally reached her and took both of her wrists into one of his massive hands.

"Mike," Trish protested, "what do you think you're doing? Let go of me – right now!"

"You don't hear too well, do you?" His voice came out as a hissed and husky whisper. "I said I was gonna do all the talking here. You've got a whole lot more important stuff to do than jabber. So, what say you and I get on with the festivities?"

The brutal man yanked her up against his nakedness and clamped his open lips against her mouth, pressing harder and stabbing with his hot tongue until she finally had to tolerate it just for the sake of drawing a breath. The long, thick slab of Mike's tongue forced its way into her mouth until Trish thought she would choke on it.

Trish found herself wishing she had stayed in her bedroom and locked the door.

CHAPTER FOUR

Trish felt smothered. Her back was pressed so hard against the window that she feared any struggle might shatter the glass itself. She could feel Mike's massive cock shoving against her belly as if he were pressing a piece of iron pipe between them. The monster prick throbbed and quivered like a python seeking its prey.

"No!" she screamed, finally managing to pull her mouth free and trying at the same time to loosen his steel grip on her wrists. "You can't… you can't do this!"

Mike's icy smile remained, and his voice was just as cold as his stare.

"The hell I can't, you fucking little bitch slut," he growled, then he crushed her mouth again with his own hungry lips.

Trish's mind whirled with her vain frenzy to escape his grappling hold, but his long, pointed tongue reamed and sucked deep into her mouth. No, she thought, this is impossible. I can't be standing here while my husband's brother molests me. But even more earth shaking for the young woman was the way her own body was reacting to his attack. Even she was aware that the strength in her arms had diminished. Now the only were capable of resisting faintly, and even then only in brief, sporadic flutters that he easily managed to contain with the vise-like grip of one huge hand. Her guts were in a turmoil of lust, and she felt her cunt begin to quiver and drip in anticipation of being fucked by his cock. For an instant, she nearly surrendered to his attack, but fear sent a sudden surge of strength through her.

In one quick motion, Trish managed to lurch sideways out of his grip. The movement freed one of her hands, and as she jerked away she simultaneously slapped at his leering face with all her strength. She had not meant to claw him the way she did, but, two narrow welts on his cheek immediately began oozing blood. Her animalistic reaction died as quickly as it had begun, and she regretted scratching him.

"Fuck you, you Goddamned bitch!" Mike snarled, and then he struck her so hard that she dropped to the floor with her head ringing and her jaw aching. He reached down and hit her again, and she fell over onto her back.

Trish knew then that this was no simple matter of mild abuse. Crushed beneath Mike's body, she sensed instinctively the hideous power of his hard-muscled body. No matter what he might decide to do to her, she knew that she was totally helpless to disobey his will.

With all that remained of her waning strength, Trish tried to slap him again, but Mike easily caught and held her flailing hand.

"You wait till Dave hears about this, you fucking slit!" she screamed at him. "Dave'll kick your ass for you!"

"Could be right," Mike grinned down into her infuriated face. "But he'll still wonder if you egged me on a little bit. And every time he shoves his cock into your hungry cunt, he'll have to wonder whether or not you hunched and grunted and begged for more of my big old juicy prick."

This time, Trish really did spit at him. The gob of spit clung to the side of his cheek.

"You really think you're hot shit, don't you?" she asked, her jaw still aching from his blows.

"Well, I ant pretty hot shit, bitch," he whispered. "But you're gonna find that out for yourself in a minute." Leaning forward, Mike suddenly thrust his hips forward.

Trish started to scream, but before the sound could escape her lips, Mike had fucked his cock into her mouth. The taste was different than Dave's, more of the animal. Hot, red prickmeat. Deeper and deeper into her mouth the cockhead burrowed, sinking until it had actually lodged in her throat. Mike's cock hairs were a thick brush scratching and tickling at her nose. Not only was it impossible for her to say anything, but Trish found it hard to even grunt out her anger.

"Oh yeah… just like that, you cocksucker!" Mike said, pushing the full weight of his body against her face. "Suck it all the way down into that sweet cum-loving mouth. Eat my cock all the way down, just the same as you do my dear brother's. And then I have another treat for you. As soon as I fill your mouth full of my jizz, I'm gonna fill up your shit hole, too!"

Trish managed to free her hands and tried to claw Mike's hunching hips. But as her nails dug deeper, she realized that this only served to make him fuck her mouth that much harder. Up and down, he fucked his throbbing cock in and out of her throat. The uncircumcised red knob of his fucker burned and seared its way into her gullet, and already she thought she could taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum.

"Come on, you cum-sucking whore," Mike grunted, hunching his body up and down at an ever-increasing pace. "Suck my cock in all the way. Oh fuck! Your mouth's even better than a virgin cunt."

Trish's mind churned, it still seemed impossible to the young woman that she was actually lying there while her brother-in-law fucked her face with his monstrous cock. The prick fucked in and out of her throat, trailing an odor and taste of jism.

Just an hour before, Trish had watched this same man's prick fucking in and out of his stepdaughter's cunt, ramming her little pussy I full of his scalding cum.

She choked on his cockhead, trying to fight off the memories of what she had seen and the horrible ideas that sight had brought to her own mind.

"Mmmfff!" she grunted, her eyes open but glazing with her own gathering cum-hunger that was being brought on by the odors, the tastes, and the mouth-fucking that seemed to go on forever.

"Hey, baby," Mike said, looking down at her face with mock surprise, "something tells me you like sucking my big hairy crank. Is that right slut? Is that bitch cunt of yours getting all wet and drippy from eating my cock?"

It was. Trish hated herself for it, but the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth drove her crazy with cum-hunger. Her own cunt was betraying her. Her pussy was churning and rippling with cock-need. It quivered and trembled, sending little streams of pre-orgasm cum running down to soak her thick, black pussy hairs. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed. The cunt walls were hot and itching with a burning intensity that seemed to increase with each deep, pounding stroke of his cock as it fucked into her throat.

God, no, she thought. Please don't let this happen to me. Let me pass out first. Anything but this!

The squirming pulse in Trish's cunt grew even stronger, and she felt a hot trickle of cum running down the insides of her thighs. The smell of her own pussy cream hung heavy on the air, even overpowering the odors of Mike's rutting musk.

"Suck my cock. Suck every inch of it, you cum-hungry bitch!" Mike groaned, fucking her mouth so fast that she was scarcely able to believe his speed. "Oh, baby! When I shoot this load, it's gonna blow your fucking head off."

Trish tried as hard as she could to focus on the pain and humiliation, the total degradation of being held and then forced to suck Mike's cock. She tried to quiet the rising wave of lust that kept building in her guts, tried to kill the pleasure by closing her legs as tightly as possible. But that only made the maddening need grow worse than ever.

Trish felt the juicy ring of her lips pull down in an ever-tightening circle of wet, fleshy hunger around the lunging shaft of his cock. Her tongue was dancing over his throbbing cockskin, laying the sensitive cockhead.

"Yeah, baby, that's nice. Real nice," Mike groaned, suddenly realizing that she had started sucking on her own instead of just haying her sweet mouth fucked. "Eat my cock, bitch. Make it wet and tight as a virgin pussy. Swallow it all the way down to your guts."

In that instant, Mike's cock seemed to grow even harder than before, grow even larger in its swollen throbbing. The pulsing of his prick had become so great that she felt as if it was actually pounding into her brain.

Oh Jesus, Trish thought, now sucking with every ounce of strength in her body. Any second now, he's going to… he's going to cum… he's going to spray my mouth full of delicious, hot gobs of cum. I want it… I want… NO… NO… YES, oh God forgive me! Yes, I want his cum so badly!

She found that she had clasped Mike's ass in both of her hands and was jerking his body forward to try to fuck his cock even deeper into her tortured throat. She felt her lips clasping until her jaws throbbed with the ache of it, felt her tongue lashing all across his prickshaft.

"Yeah, that's it, you cum-loving slut," Mike panted, shoving even harder. "You ready for a big load of hot jizz, bitch? You ready to eat it now?"

"Umm-hmmmmm," Trish moaned.

Her sense of humiliation was gone. The degradation and hatred had faded beyond her ability to recall. The only reality now was his monster cock fucking her face. Nothing mattered but the feel of his iron-stiff piece of cockmeat, the taste of his muscular body.

"Aaaarghhhhh… eat my prick!" Mike roared suddenly with a fierce commanding voice, slamming his cock fully into her mouth. "Unnnnhhhh! Go, slut. Suck my fucking cock now!"

Trish had assumed that since Mike had fucked Ginny so recently, he wouldn't have a very big load of cum. She was dead wrong. His balls seemed to be a bottomless reservoir of jism. Stream after stream of thick cum shot from his cum-hole, splashing against the back of her throat and pouring into her stomach as fast as she could swallow. Even with her throat muscles working convulsively, there was no way she could manage all of it.

"Eat my cum, bitch!" Mike said. "Suck it all down!"

Before he was even half finished, the buildup of jism had filled her mouth to overflowing. Cum splashed out at the corners of her lips, spreading over her cheeks and chin until her whole face glistened with a creamy sheen. Two streams of cum ran from her nostrils to join the spreading rivers that covered her face.

There was no way that Trish could hold herself back any longer. The muscles in her body relaxed against her will, and the young woman found herself drowning in a tidal wave of pleasure.

Trish moaned, sucking air around the monster shaft of his cum-spurting prick. The orgasm that struck her guts rocked Trish from her cunt to her cock-filled throat. Blast after blast of climax shot through her pussy as she grunted like a bitch dog being fucked beneath a porch.

Finally, Mike's cock stopped its spurting, and he rolled off to lie beside her on the floor, his cock still lying embedded between her bruised lips. More than ever, Trish could taste the flavor of his cum, could feel the heavy film of cock cream that covered her face.

The guilt of reality slammed into her like a thunderclap. She had started out trying to fight him off. There was no question about the desperate anger that resulted in the bleeding welts on his face. But the marks on his ass were just as red from her clawing and puffing in her attempts to get his cock even deeper into her throat.

Even worse was his orgasm and how much she had wanted it… how much she had loved the humiliation of his harsh rape of her mouth. His cum had been so delicious. Even now, lying there with his cock between her lips, Trish could taste the jism as strongly as ever. And it made her hungry for him all over again.

Trish felt the shame wash over her again, and she turned away. Mike's cock flopped out of her mouth, trailing cum and spreading it over her neck, and the young woman felt an anguished sob break from her throat as she turned away.

"Hey, don't worry about it, baby." Mike raised up off one elbow and grinned down sadistically. "Brother Dave won't mind when you tell him your tale." Trish looked back at him in astonishment. "Just be sure you give him all the pertinent details, such as how you came up to my room with nothing on but a thin robe." He yanked the garment apart, revealing her nakedness. He took the nipple of her right tit between thumb and middle finger and tormented its rubbery nubbin into angry, red erection. "How you sucked on my big cock and grunted for more like a slut pig… how when I blew your mouth full of cum, you clawed my ass to shreds so you could get more. And then you creamed all over yourself like the jizz-hungry bitch you are. You just be sure to tell him all of that, now. Don't forget a single detail."

It was too much for Trish to bear any longer. She lashed out as hard as she could, wanting to kill the bastard who had raped her, who had done such an awful thing to both her body and her mind.

Mike slammed his fist into the side of her head so hard that the young woman saw flashing lights for a moment. He grabbed a handful of her satiny black, cum-splashed hair and jerked her up from the floor until her face was only inches from his own.

"I should beat you to within an inch of your cock-sucking life!" he snarled. "If you ever pull that shit on me again there won't be enough of your ass left to fill a lunch bag. You just won't believe how you'll have to pay."

Oh Jesus, she wondered, what else can he do? Then she knew. He could tell Dave. There was nothing she could do, except whatever it was that Mike might demand of her.

"Oh, please," the battered young woman pleaded, "no more. I won't fight you any more… only, please don't hit me again."

"Right, baby," Mike smiled sadistically. "If you do what you're told, we'll get along just fine. And whenever my baby brother is out of town, you can spend your time sucking my big hard prick. I may even have a few other surprises for you, while I'm at it."

"Mike, please," Trish begged, "no more. I can't stand any more."

"Bullshit, you cock-hungry slut," Mike said. "Before our Davie gets back this weekend, you'll be absolutely amazed at just exactly how much you really can stand."

Trish groaned in total defeat. There was nothing she could do. No matter what action she might take, he would hold the threat of telling Dave over her head like a sword. All she knew for certain was that if she did not obey his orders, Mike would be sure to tell everything.

"Now, baby," Mike said, rising to his knees, "I think it's high time you apologized for slapping me. You know, just to show me how sorry you really are."

"Please Mike, no more. Don't hurt me any more."

"Shut your fucking whore's mouth," Mike said, grabbing Trish and rolling her over onto her stomach. "You know as well as I do that all you sluts like to be hurt once in a while."

Trish tried to turn her head and look back as he pulled her robe the rest of the way off and spread her legs, climbing between them from behind.

"What are you doing?" Her voice trembled. "Why, don't you know, little shit?" Mike asked. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, dog-style. Gonna ream your cunt just like the horny bitch dog you are. You like it that way, don't you bitch? You like it coming in from behind?"

Trish felt the muscles in her cunt constricting, even as he spoke. The cunt lips seemed to be drawing up into an impenetrably tight ring. Oh Christ, she thought, he'll rip my guts out going in that way. But before she could even think about trying to stop him, Trish felt the greasy head of his monstrous cock fuck between the unnaturally tight lips of her cunt.

"Aaaaarghhhhh!" the young woman screeched as the cockhead scraped over the abused walls of her pussy. It was as if he had shoved a rough piece of sandstone into her cunt. "Christ, no! You're tearing my guts out!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mike said. "That's a sweet little pussy. You're as tight as Ginny was when I popped her cherry."

Trish could barely breathe. His cock filled her cunt so completely that she felt as if her body were nothing but another skin over his prick. Nobody had ever fucked her so deep before, not even David.

"Please stop, Mike," she begged. "You're gonna tear my pussy up."

Instead of stopping, Mike just pounded harder and deeper, slamming into her with the full brute force of his body weight. Each time he fucked his cock home, Trish screamed with the pain. And each pained scream only made Mike smile more.

"Bang down my cock, bitch!" Mike growled with sadistic pleasure. "Pull my big cock up your cunt and fuck your brains out on it."

There was a raging fire in Trish's cunt. It burned and licked pain all the way up into her belly until she thought she would pass out. First, she tried to hold out against it, but that only made the searing pain grow in its intensity.

But then, without any warning whatsoever, Trish's pussy muscles relaxed of their own accord, and Mike's monster cock plowed her depths with increasing ease. Just as her cunt had relaxed so suddenly, so did the pain begin to fade. And the relief was so wonderful that Trish could have wept for joy.

"Please, Mike. Slow it down so it doesn't hurt so much." Trish begged.

"Shit!" Mike said, fucking harder. "You haven't even learned the definition of pain yet, bitch. When I'm finished with you, you'll be able to write a fucking dictionary about pain."

Trish quivered again, but this time it was because a bolt of electric pleasure shot through her cunt. There was still pain, but it was… good. The pain belonged. It did nothing now but accentuate the pleasure that raced through her pussy. Slowly, inevitably, Trish began to fuck with her tormentor instead of merely being fucked by him. Her hips hunched up and back to meet the pounding fuck-strokes of his hammering cock.

"Good, bitch," Mike smiled. "Pound that pretty ass."

He reached under her arms to the front and grabbed a pulsing tit in each hand. His fingers found her nipples and stretched them out beyond all reasonable dimensions. The rubbery nubbins of her nipples sent out a surge of pain that registered somewhere in her brain, but Trish didn't care. The pain had so long ago melted and mixed with the pleasure that there was no longer any way she could untie the knot of her sensations.

"Go, bitch," Mike gasped. "We'll cum together. Nothing I like better than blowing my load into a hot cunt full of its own cream."

Trish hated him. Loathed every breath he drew for what he had done to her. Even more, she hated herself. More than the degradation was the self-hatred that she so unjustly felt and the guilt for a situation over which she had never had any control.

"Oh, fuck me!" Trish grunted in spite of herself. "Shove that bull's prick into my guts, Goddamn you! Tear my horny cunt apart!"

"You'd better believe it, you slut," Mike said. He sat back on his haunches and pried her legs apart until she was nearly split in half. Then he began brutally fucking in and out of her pussy with the huge, swollen log of his cock. "Take all my prick, you whore!"

Trish nearly screamed with the pleasure/pain of his fucking, but managed to hold back her voice to try to keep from betraying what she was really feeling. She could not, however, manage to stop moans that were ripped from her seared throat. Time after time, Mike slammed home the iron rod of his cock. And with pounding stab after stab, Trish found herself building to an ever-increasing height of pleasure.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me like that." Her eyes were wide open, but glazed and blinded by her driving lust. "Shove it all the way in. Oh, yessssss… that's the way. You Goddamn stud-bull. It's the best ever. Yes, oh yes… even better than your brother!"

Oh, Jesus, she thought in a panic, what am I saying?

"Oh, yeah?" Mike's laugh was evil. "I'm even better than Dave?" He slammed forward, fucking his cock to its hilt with his full weight, cramming her cunt full of hard cockmeat. "Jeez, wouldn't he be interested to know your opinion on that?"

"I don't… mean it!" Trish cried out, trying her best to dredge up some bit of self-respect.

"I didn't mean… oh Christ, fuck me. Ohhhh, you're the best!"

Her words became lost in a staccato burst of guttural groans as the orgasm ripped through her guts. She reached around to scratch at his ass. She pawed between her legs to grab hold of his balls and milk them, madly seeking his cum. Her exploding cunt contracted insanely to fit around his cock like a hot, wet glove.

Just as Trish's climax peaked and began to subside into a series of smaller orgasms, she felt Mike go over the edge. His cockhead swelled, throbbing wildly. Then it suddenly exploded with his load of cum. His fuck cream was like hot acid, a burning wash that bit into her trembling pussy meat.

Mike fucked her so hard that Trish thought the cockhead would push out her mouth. And what was worse still, she knew what she wanted it to. Never in her life had she felt such ecstasy for any lover. It was too much for her to understand all at once. The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation and the joy.

"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked piercingly. Then Trish collapsed, her tits flopping with her efforts to draw breath.

Even then, after she had dropped from her exhaustion, Mike kept pounding her cunt until every drop of his cum had been sprayed into her torn and bruised cunt slit. She began to wonder if he was ever going to stop. And did she even want him to stop, when she thought about it? No, she realized, she didn't. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she died from it.

"Unhhhhh!" Mike grunted as his cum spray finally ended. "That's it, you've got a whole lot of possible uses for somebody with my imagination, baby. Mmmmmm, yeah."

Trish only wanted to cry, to curl up quietly in her own bed and cry until she fell asleep from weeping. Her self-respect was destroyed. She was totally conquered. There was no way she could ever face Dave again, not after this. Her body's hungers had dragged her into an alley world, and there was no way to crawl out again.

"Mike, please," Trish begged. "We have to stop this. It's wrong… just wrong." But she knew he would never listen to her.

"Don't be silly, baby," Mike said. "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to let go of a nice piece like you?"

"No," the young woman pleaded. "What about Ginny? What would Ginny do if she knew about this?"

"Fuck that," Mike laughed. "Ginny'll do whatever I tell her to do. After all, I am her sweet daddy. Maybe I can even get her to join in on our fun and games. When I get tired of you, I could always let her work on your pretty ass for a while. Maybe Dave might even like to take her on for a few rounds while I bang your cunt. How does that sound, sister dear?"

Trish groaned from shame, but only because she enjoyed the fantasy of her Dave fucking young Ginny's cunt. Dave on Ginny's belly, his cock buried deep in the fuck hole that his older brother had ripped free of its cherry, his cum boiling into her young pussy.

"Mike," Trish whispered in a husky tone, "fuck me again." She writhed beneath his weight like a cat in heat. At the same time, she hated herself, wanted to die from the shame of it.

"You want more cock, baby?" Mike teased.

"You have to beg like a good little slut. Come on, little slut. Let me hear you beg for more sweet prick." His hands closed hard on her tits. "But then again, you don't really have to beg, baby. I'm gonna fuck you all you want. As a matter of fact, you're gonna get fucked beyond your wildest dreams."

His tone frightened her, even more than his recent rape had. There was a lurking menace in his voice, a terrible evil in his face as he stood over Trish where she lay on the floor. Mike leaned down and picked the young woman up bodily as if she were no more than a child. Again, Trish was made aware of the awesome strength that lurked in his body. With reckless ease, he tossed her, onto the bed. Trish sprawled, her body aching from the pounding fuck he had given her. Her mind churned with the fears that raced through her fevered imagination.

Mike pulled down the two sets of curtains and walked back toward Trish. Oh no, she thought to herself. What is he going to do?

"M-Mike," she stammered, "what are you hi going to do with those drapery cords?"

"Why, baby," Mike sneered, "since you like being used so well, we're gonna give you just what you want. I'm gonna use the hell out of your beautiful young body."

"No!" Trish screamed, leaping from the bed and trying to run around him to the bedroom door. But Mike was too quick.

"Oh no, bitch!" the sadistic man snarled, grabbing her arm from behind. The pain in Trish's shoulder was tremendous as he twisted her arm and threw her back toward the bed. She hit against the side of the mattress and felt the air rush from her lungs at the force of the blow. Before she even had a chance to think about getting away, Mike had grabbed her by her long, tangled, black hair and yanked her to her feet, only to slap her hard across the mouth. The blow brought a faint taste of blood to her tongue, but Trish knew it wasn't very damaging. It only knocked her backwards onto the bed. He flipped her onto her stomach, and Trish felt his rough hand grab one of her ankles and lash a curtain rope to it. The ropes were soft braids, but he tied the knots tightly, and they burned into her flesh.

"Oh no. Jesus, Mike!" Trish moaned. "Please don't tie me up. Please, no. I'll do anything you want. Just don't tie me!"

"I know you will," Mike said, tying the rope to one of the post of the bed's footboard. He grabbed her other ankle and began trussing it in exactly the same fashion. "But let's just think of this as insurance against you trying another silly move like you just pulled."

With sudden strength she didn't know she possessed, Trish pushed herself onto her knees and tried to jerk away from his reach. But Mike gave the rope such a savage tug that she sprawled back to the bed flat on her stomach, and he lashed the second rope to the other bedpost. It was pulled so tight that her legs were spread to the point of pain, and Trish's cunt was pulled open in a wet, obscene gash, completely exposed to his attacks.

As she struggled against her bonds, Mike came down hard across her lovely, white ass with the open palm of his huge hand.

"Aaaaarghhhh!" Trish shrieked at the stinging pain that lanced through her hips. It brought tears of frustration and agony to her eyes. But at the same time, the beautiful young woman was mortified to feel the titillating quiver of anticipation that squirmed through her cunt as an echo to the pain.

Her horrified mind recoiled. Could it really be possible that I want to be tortured by this animal? Oh, Dave, why do you have to be gone? Why can't you come walking through the door and step this horrible nightmare? But she knew there was no hope for her. And even if Dave had come in and stopped what was happening, she knew she would never be able to look him in the eye again.

Suddenly, she felt Mike grab her wrists and start to bind them with the other ropes.

"No, you son of a bitch!" she screamed, pulling away and lashing out at him. "If I could, I'd kill you right now. And if I can't, Dave sure as her will."

"You fucking little whore!" Mike said, slapping her back down as Trish tried to raise herself on her tortured knees. "You try that shit one more time, and I'll beat the living hell out of you!" He grabbed her arm and twisted it cruelly behind her back until Trish shrieked from the pain, certain that her shoulder had been dislocated.

He pulled her up at the waist as high as her wide-spread legs would allow and then tied her bound arms to the back bedposts. Trish found herself lying face down on the bed, with her arms and legs pulled cruelly to the sides and her beautiful young ass sticking up into the air.

"No, bitch," Mike said, admiring his handiwork, "it's time for the fun to get started for real." He slid his hand teasingly over her ass and underneath where he shoved three fingers into her cunt. Trish felt the invasion as a stabbing arc of pain exploded in her cunt.

"Goddamn, sister dear, that tight pussy is still dripping. Don't you ever get enough cock?" Mike teased, working his fingers deep into the meat of her cunt until Trish felt her ass begin to twitch in spite of herself.

"Oh, please, Mike. Not so hard. Finger me easier. Fuck me all you want, but please don't hurt me any more," Trish pleaded as her voice broke in sobs that were half pain and half pleasure.

"You can count on that, honey." Mike smiled down at her squirming ass. "But I just don't see how I can keep all this horny, hot pussy to myself. Do you?"

Something in his voice clutched at Trish's throat and she turned her head to look at him as best as she could in her bound position.

"What do you mean?" the tormented young woman asked with a tremble in her throat.

"Just what I said," Mike replied, pulling his fingers from her dripping cunt lips with a slurping pop. "I've got a couple of friends that have never seen anything like you. How could I get all this good ass and not share it with my buddies?"

In growing horror, Trish saw him disappear from her field of vision, and then she heard him pick up the phone and dial a number.

After a moment, someone answered at the other end.

"Hey, Charlie!" she heard Mike say. "Have I got something special for you…"

Trish felt the tears come to her eyes as she listened to Mike describing her like a piece of fresh meat. Not only is he raping me, she thought, but now he's inviting a friend over to join in the fun.

"Yeah, that's right," she heard him continue. "Be sure to call Greg and bring him along. It's one of the finest pieces of ass you'll ever find." Mike hung up the receiver with a click that sounded to Trish like, her own death sentence.

"Now, baby," Mike said, climbing on the bed behind her, "we're gonna have company in a few minutes. So until they get here, you and I are gonna have some more good fucking."

CHAPTER FIVE

Trish felt Mike's weight move the bed as he climbed up behind her.

"Have you ever had three pricks in you at once?" Mike asked as Trish felt him slide the blood-engorged head of his cock along the length of her cunt lips from the very top end of her pussy slit to the puckered ring of her ass. "Just think, sister dear. Three great big pricks fucking into your body at one time, ripping your throat out, shoving up your cunt and ass. Three big cocks full of hot cum to spray all your sweet fuck holes full of jizz."

"You bastard," Trish groaned, feeling her beginning ripples of orgasm as her cunt responded to the movements of his cockhead over her pussy lips. She had already begun to quiver inside, and even now she could feel the first drippings of cum that would soon start to gush from her cunt slit. "You wouldn't dare bring anybody else in here to witness you raping me!"

"Witness?" Mike's laugh was unbelievably hard. "Witness hell! You naive little slut, they're gonna be too busy fucking you themselves to ever dream of telling anybody about me."

"But you do have one point, though. We don't want to fuck you so much that it rubs all the hair off your cunt. We wouldn't want brother Dave to come home to a worn-out, bald pussy, now would we? I guess I'd better have Ginny come in and join all the fun. But first, I've got something for you."

For a moment, Mike left the bed, and then he returned.

"You know," he said, reaching underneath to grab one of her tits with one hand while guiding his throbbing cockhead back and forth along the path of her cunt lips with his other hand. "I was just thinking what a shame it was I couldn't fuck more than one of your holes at a time all by myself. But now I think I've got that problem all worked out."

Over her shoulder, Mike dropped a long, thick-braided sash. It was the tie for one of Ginny's robes. Trish had seen the girl wearing it every morning since she had been in the house and never even paid any attention. Now the sight of its thick length sent chills of dread crawling up her spine, for she knew where it was going to be used.

"No Mike, I can't take that up my ass," Trish begged, her face blanching. "I can't. It'll hurt too much."

"Sure you can," Mike said as the probing end of his cock nestled into the opening of her cunt instead of slipping back and forth as before. "You're gonna love it, baby. When you start to cum, I'll yank it out nice and fast. Just like jerking on a lawn mower cord."

His cock stabbed quickly as he yanked her hips back against him. The cockhead fucked deep into her tortured cunt. Trish shrieked at the searing agony as the swollen cock fucked ever deeper into her pussy.

"You'd be surprised how fast his rope can crank your motor over, baby," Mike teased.

The young woman's brain exploded as she bit her lip to try to hold back the pain that tore through her body. But it was too much as the burning sword of his prick began jamming in and out between the tortured walls of her pussy.

"Aaaaaaarghhhhhhh!" she screamed. Oh please, Jesus, she pleaded silently, let me pass out. I can't stand any more of this agony. But still she retained her consciousness, still she felt the throbbing plummet of Mike's cock as it fucked into her pussy depths and the air sucking rush as he pulled back for another fuck-plunge… and another… and another.

"God, stop!" she shrieked.

"Now, baby," Mike said, never slowing his pounding fucking of her cunt. "You don't want to say things like that. You might hurt my delicate feelings, and then I'd have to spank you."

Without warning, Trish felt her tormentor bring his palm down across her quivering ass with a tremendous, resounding slap, and she could feel the welt rise from her ass flesh.

"Stop, Mike," she pleaded, "please."

Again his hand fell and the echoing smack of his sweating palm across her reddening ass filled the room.

"Naaaaaahhhhh!" she screeched, struggling vainly against the tight bonds that held her trussed like a pig. And even through the searing pain, through the teeth-gritting slaps, Trish was horrified to find that her guts had begun to churn in the first stages of orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, it hurts," Trish panted, flinching at the blow that she knew was coming.

"Shit!" Mike said, always keeping up the rapid, deep strokes of his fucking hips, "you ain't seen nothing yet. By the time I'm finished whipping this sweet ass of yours, it's gonna look like hamburger."

For a couple of minutes, Trish was afraid that his words were no exaggeration. Over and over, his hand rose and fell with jarring punctuality. Red palm prints stood out all over her abused ass.

"Just let me know when you've decided to be a good little girl," Mike hissed between blows, "and I'll make your ass feel good instead of bad."

For only a moment, Trish tried to concentrate on the wonderful, hot feel of his cock fucking into her cunt, but only for a moment. Every time she was able to relax enough to really feel his huge prick, Mike's hard hand would strike her ass, causing all the muscles in her body to contract.

Oh God, she thought, I can't stand it. It's no choice at all, but it's better than going on with this beating. Either I put up with the beating, or I let him shove that hideous thing up my ass.

"Come on, bitch," Mike said, slapping her again. "All you gotta do is say the word."

"No," Trish groaned. "I… I won't." Her voice broke, and she chewed on her lower lip, tasting blood.

The agony became so intense that she could hardly even breathe. Mike's hand was like a hot iron searing the quivering flesh of her ass. She could stand no more without fainting, she told herself. And yet, each time she thought she was almost at the point of oblivion, a new threshold of pain would be reached and surpassed. The spasms ripped through her pussy until finally she had to act.

"All right!" Trish gasped. "All right! Stop! Do anything you want. Just stop beating me!"

"Do you want your ass fucked with the rope, slut?" Mike asked.

"Just… please stop beating me," Trish pleaded.

"No, no, bitch. You've gotta beg for it. You've gotta beg to have your ass fucked," Mike said, bringing his hand down once more. "Beg, you whore! Beg!"

"Yes!" Trish screamed. "Fuck me with the rope. Please fuck my ass! Anything! Cram it up my… anything!"

"That's a good little whore," Mike teased, lowering his hand. "Now your loving brother will kiss it and make it all better." He bent forward, the angry head of his cock popping out of her pussy with a slurping sound, and ran his tongue over the masses of welts that covered her tortured ass.

The scrape of Mike's hot, rough tongue over her wounded ass sent shocks of pain through Trish's pain-racked body. It was nearly as bad as the burning blows of his hand had been before.

"Christ, you've got a beautiful ass," Mike said, sucking and biting gently at the flesh of her bruised asscheeks. "I'm just gonna love reaming your ass out with this rope – and then with my big cock."

Before, it had been pain that washed through Trish's voluptuous body. Now it was joy. It raced back and forth, putting bumps down her spine, making her nipples so erect that they ached.

"Mike, please, can't you just fuck me?"

Trish pleaded, her throat going dry with hunger for his prick.

"Don't worry about that," Mike replied, pushing his hand between her legs and pressing it up into the folds of her wet cunt lips. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet pussy… and your asshole. All at the same time."

"No, just my cunt," Trish groaned, feeling her pussy lips wrapping around his invading fingers. "Please, don't hurt my ass any more. I can't stand it."

"You mean you can't even stand something like this?" Mike asked. Bending suddenly, he ran the tip of his tongue into the crack of her ass. He licked downward to the tight, puckered ring of her asshole, and then he pushed the pointed tip inside.

Trish nearly fainted from the feeling of having his probing tongue shoved inside her ass. It was slippery and hot, like a cock. But somehow, it was even better because of the agility with which it flicked and twisted. Aching pleasure raced through her ass. Her cunt cream spread over his probing hand.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh… that's wonderful," she grunted, pushing back against his face. "Suck my ass! Lick it! Shove your tongue in… your prick… anything!"

Trish had never been though anything like this before. So much pain, but at the same time, she felt as if she were drowning in an ocean of pleasure. God, that squirming tongue!

"Goddamn you!" Trish screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck your big cock into my ass and spray me full of cum!"

Mike rose from licking her ass, and she wanted to scream from the throbbing absence of his tongue. And then, something hard pushed against the itching, puckered assring. She knew it was the rope sash, but Trish didn't give a damn. The thing was stiff and coarse, scratching and scraping its way into her guts as he pushed the length of it through her asshole.

But the young woman's ass was burning with a fiery itch, and she didn't care how Mike did it as long as he scratched that awful itch.

Deeper, deeper the stiff braid of the cord burrowed into her ass guts. Trish realized that the pain had become only a dim memory, lost in the mounting joy. Finally, Mike stopped pushing it in. There was only enough cord left hanging from her asshole for him to use as a handle.

In an instant, the man suddenly hunched forward, burying the immense hardness of his cockhead between her weeping cunt lips and deep into her pussy. Slowly, he fucked the pulsing cockshaft into her cunt. Trish thought she was going out of her mind. The pain in her ass had returned, but it was good.

"Yesssss!" Trish grunted, humping back to meet his plunging prick.

"Swallow it all up your cunt, you whore bitch!" Mike said, releasing his hold on the rope and getting both hands full of her firm, round tits. "Mmmmmmm, yeah, fuck all you want, slut. Drive yourself nuts. When you cream, I've got a surprise that's gonna take your fucking head off."

Trish didn't even hear his words. The only thing real in her world was the plunging slab of cock that fucked through the hole of her cunt, and the massive, hard lump that filled her asshole and bounced teasingly against the backs of her bucking thighs.

"Oh, yes… oh, God, yes!" she shrieked.

"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast!"

Mike was fucking her cunt brutally, and Trish felt his cock swell to unbelievable dimensions inside her. Before she knew it, her cunt seemed to be stretching farther than she had ever imagined possible. Every time he fucked into the wetness of her pussy guts, his swollen cockhead seemed to lodge in her stomach.

"Fuck on it, you cock-hungry slut!" Mike panted, his body throbbing as every muscle flexed. "All the way into your belly. Take it, bitch!"

Trish felt her whole body quiver like jelly. Pleasure swept through her as she convulsed with orgasm after racking orgasm in her cunt and in the rope-stuffed ring of her ass. As the muscles in her ass contracted, she could distinctly feel the hard, rough shape of the rope cord.

"Now!" Trish shrieked. "Do it now!" Mike seemed to go crazy. He began pounding his cock into her pussy even more savagely than before. At the same time, he gave a fierce tug on the rope that ripped its length through the sensitive mouth of her asshole.

Flashing lights blew through Trish's skull. At the instant of Mike's brutal yank, her ass and cunt seemed to have been ladled full of fiery liquid. The orgasm shot through her body and rushed upward so ferociously that she thought her heart would burst. And just as she thought she had reached the absolute peak of orgasm, her brother-in-law's cock boiled over with scalding cum.

"Aaaaaaarghhhhhhh!" Trish screamed.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mike grunted from behind her as he slammed madly into the backs of her thighs. "Fuck my cock, you bitch! Suck all my cum into your cunt."

Trish wanted to do just that. She wanted his cock to be shoved all the way to her brain. She never wanted him to stop fucking her. But the ropes holding her arms and legs got in the way as she tried to thrust backwards and push his cock through her guts.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder!" And yet another stream of climaxes swept through her ravaged pussy. He was cumming… she was cuming… and then, it was only one massive cum that swirled and whipped through both of them. "Oh, Christ! Yesssssss!"

Finally, her body collapsed under him, but Mike kept pounding, sending spray after spray of his molten jism into her guts, filling her cunt with the rest of his cum. To Trish, it seemed as if the fiery sheets of his liquid flame would never stop filling her fuck hole. It washed and cleansed the walls of her cunt like an acid bath, laying out all the filthy remnants of her screaming pain and then carried it out through her trembling pussy lips to splash in thick gobs and cling to her matted cunt hairs.

"That's it, bitch," Mike grunted, fucking one last thick glob of cum into her guts. "You got the whole load."

Trish lay beneath his massive frame, and again she was made aware of her shame and humiliation. Is there no end to his ideas for my degradation before this horror ends? she wondered.

Had he really called his friends, or was he only playing a torturous prank? With terrible finality, her question was answered, and Trish knew that her nightmare had only just begun. A car door slammed outside, and then came the sound of the front door, and she heard voices downstairs.

"Oh, good," Mike smiled sadistically as he donned his bathrobe. "Our company's here."

CHAPTER SIX

"Well, well, well," Trish heard a strange voice say from behind. "Looks like we've got a trussed pussy."

She couldn't see his face from her position, but she got an impression of a huge hulk of a man. She heard him approaching the bed, and then came the sound of him shedding his clothes. Suddenly, the man that Mike had called Charlie untied her feet and hands and Trish collapsed forward across the bed. The reprieve she had wanted for what seemed hours was only a partial relief. Her body was so weak from the constant strain that she quivered all over.

"Christ," the voice from behind said, "you're the best Mike has ever arranged so far. Where the hell did he come up with you?"

"What… what are you talking about?"

Trish asked through the fog of her stupor.

"The best?"

"You mean Mike hasn't mentioned all the pussies we've had downstairs in the basement? Oh, yeah, we get 'em in here and fuck their brains out. By the time we've finished, they love it. Hell, by the time we're done, they even like riding the fur."

Trish's mind churned in a frenzy of horror at his words. Do they do this all the time? Bring women out here to rape and torture them? She was really terrified of what these men might do. Why had none of the girls turned them in? Had they killed them? And what had he meant about riding the fur? She turned in fear, and for the first time, she got a good look at Charlie and gasped.

The man was under six feet, but from his huge barrel chest and steel worker's arms, she guessed that he had to weigh two hundred ten pounds easily. His legs were strongly muscled, like his arms. And from the top of his chest to his ankles, the man was nearly covered with a heavy growth of curly black hair. He was the furriest man Trish had ever seen.

However, the most awesome part of Charlie's anatomy was his cock. It wasn't as long as Mike's or Dave's, probably no more than nine inches. But as he stood there, almost drooling at the sight of her naked tits, Trish saw it swell until it looked nearly as big around as his forearm.

"That's a sweet-looking set of tits you've got there," he grinned, moving toward her. "You ever had them fucked? Mike tells me that you just dearly love to suck big hard cocks. Is that right, honey?"

Trish tried to back away, but he pushed her down on the bed. Charlie sat on her stomach and pinned her flailing arms with his knees. Trish could feel the weight of his balls dragging across her stomach. They felt hard and swollen, filled with cum. His cock was an oily python sliding its way back and forth between her tits. He took a tit in each of his massive hands and used them to encircle his sliding prickrod. As Charlie pushed forward and pulled back, the smell of his crotch was almost overpowering. It was a wet, greasy odor of not having bothered to shower or change clothes before he came over. It was a dank, musky smell.

As his hunching over her tits increased in intensity and the cockhead began pounding at her chin and lips, Trish tried to concentrate on the pain in her pinned arms. Anything, anything to keep from giving this man what he wanted. Anything to keep from reverting to the grunting, rutting bitch animal that she knew waited just beneath her facade.

She thought of Dave. She thought of how much she loved him, of how much his love meant to her. But even then, the sight of that thick cock bobbing right in front of her face, the tiny, clear drops of pre-cum that oozed from its hole, the smell of his crotch excited her.

"Eat it, you cock-sucking bitch," Charlie grunted, sweat standing out on his brow and unshaven upper lip. "Suck my big cock. Drink all my jizz."

It was awful, Trish moaned to herself. She was humiliated by it, degraded with the loathing that she felt for this beast who hunched at her face. And suddenly, to Trish's shame, she knew that she loved it. Her lips parted, and she leaned forward, taking the vile, throbbing head of his cock into her mouth.

"Yeah, that's fine stuff," Charlie panted. "Go after what you're hungry for, you cum licking whore."

Trish did as he ordered her, diving fiercely, her head bobbing over the head of his cock. She bit gently, nibbled greedily at it, lashing her cockhead with the tip of her tongue every time it escaped from her clutching, sucking lips. Her passion became more intense with each pounding fuck-stroke between her lips, an aching throb that rose between her thighs and seemed to echo through the cock-hungry emptiness of her wet cunt. As it did so, she felt the reality of his cock, the massiveness of the huge fucker that slid its greasy way between her upward pinched tits and slammed like a battering ram into her teeth, her lips, her tongue. Charlie's cock began to swell even larger than before, and Trish could see one huge vein pounding as it traced its blue path down the side of his immense slab of prickmeat.

His balls slammed into her tits with a resounding slap of cum-loaded flesh. With the swelling of his prick, Trish felt the throbbing cockhead reach even deeper into her mouth each time he fucked forward, and even when he pulled back, its tip was no longer beyond the reach of her tongue.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned between thrusts of the cockhead into her mouth. "It tastes… tastes so fucking good. Give it to me. Cum… give me your cum!" Each cock broken moan was accompanied by her rutting grunts as she sucked and licked his greasy cock ever deeper into her starving mouth.

"You're gonna do just fine, bitch," Charlie said, raising himself a bit so that he could shove his cock even deeper into her gasping, drooling mouth.

His raised knees freed her pinned arms, but it didn't matter. Trish was so far gone in her cock-hunger that she never thought of trying to escape his mouth-fucking.

"You want my jizz, slut?" Charlie teased. "You want a big load of cum to eat?"

"Ummm-hmmmmmmm!" she moaned around the length of his plunging, greasy prick. "Mmmmmff… mmmmfff!"

Suddenly, Charlie's cock fucked all the way into the back of her throat and exploded with steaming wads of his bubbling jism.

Trish wanted it all, wanted him to fuck his huge, purple-headed prick all the way down her throat. The cum seemed to boil and froth inside her desperately sucking mouth. She was starving for cum, and her throat muscles rippled convulsively as she tried to swallow it all and not lose any.

With the first spray, Trish had felt her cunt begin to thrash madly in its empty fury. Then her pussy guts exploded with fire. Charlie's cum only added fuel to the flames.

"Mother-fuck!" Charlie groaned as his cum filled her mouth and began flowing back in a scalding wash over his cock. "Suck my jizz, you cum-hungry whore! Eat down every inch of my cock and don't lose a drop of cum."

But try as she might, Trish could not swallow fast enough to get all of his tidal wave of jism. Cum blew up through the back of her throat and sent sticky, white streams trickling from both her nostrils. Gouts of thick cum gobs splashed from the corners of her mouth. The spray splashed over Charlie's cock hairs, and each time he fucked back downward, he smeared more cum across the cock-swollen cheeks of her lovely face.

"Mmmmmmmfff!" Trish choked. She had thought he was finished, but always another spray of his delicious cum was shot into her throat to splash off her tonsils and run streaming into her hungry guts.

And all the time that Trish sucked on his huge cock, she felt rush after boiling rush of climax convulse her body. Soon there was no strength left in her, and she simply collapsed beneath him in total exhaustion. She lay there, enjoying the sensation of having her mouth fucked, reveling in the flavor of piss and cum that Charlie's body exuded, the taste of his cum as he crammed the last few gobs deep into her throat.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, licking and sucking until his cock was emptied of fuck juice. Then she turned her attention to his cock hairs and sucked them clean, as well. Finally, Charlie dropped over onto the bed and lay beside her, his cock against her cheek.

Trish became suddenly aware that she and Charlie were not alone in the room. She looked around quickly and saw Mike sitting across the room in a chair, smiling at her.

When had he come in? Had he been there long enough to see her go berserk with passion and begin pulling against Charlie's ass to force his cock even deeper into her ravenous mouth? Had he watched the cum exploding into her face and the starved way in which she sucked it down? Had he sat there smiling and heard her moans, her pleading grunts, her begging for his friend's cum?

"Hey, Mike, you were right," Charlie said, reaching over and pinching one of her nipples up into an angry reddened nub. "This cunt really does love to suck cocks."

Trish felt her face burn with shame and humiliation. These men had degraded her, had forced her to do whatever they wanted. And the worst humiliation of all was that she knew she loved it… and they knew she loved it. Even now, as Charlie tortured her nipple she could feel the juices stirring in her pussy again.

She looked up at Charlie, hating him, worshipping the maleness of him, the huge cock that had brutalized her but given her so much pleasure at the same time smiled down at her evilly. Somehow, Trish knew they were not finished. But to her horror, she realized that no matter what they asked, she would do it.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, "I thought you might like that. As soon as Greg gets a turn, we'll take her downstairs to the basement and let her get a real workout. Are you done for now?"

"Fuck, no!" Charlie grinned. "I've got plenty more for her."

"All right," Mike said, standing to leave. "I'm gonna go get a drink. Let us know when you're finished."

"What did he mean about the basement?" Trish finally asked after Mike left the room. It was the second time she had heard the basement mentioned, and it had started to taken on a sinister connotation for her.

"Never mind about that," Charlie said. "You'll find out soon enough. Besides, you've got more important things to worry about. Do you think that sweet, tight pussy can handle my cockmeat?"

Again, Trish's thoughts became locked onto the massive slab of cock that rose threateningly between the man's legs. It was like no prick had she had seen before. His cock rose throbbing and pulsing like a fleshy fence post. Inhuman, somehow animalistic, the thick hairs curling up around its blue-veined base.

Trish had wondered whether she could take his cock from the very first instant that she had set eyes on the thing. Will he tear my cunt when he puts it in? she wondered, staring at the fearsome prick.

"Are you ready for a good hard fuck, bitch?" Charlie asked as he climbed between her legs, not really caring whether or not she was ready.

Somehow, Trish found the fear thrilling. Her cunt lips had begun weeping, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the plunge of his iron-stiff prick into her greasy depths. It's almost like being a virgin again, she thought, because he's definitely going to push into places that no man's cock has ever been before.

"Please," Trish cried, "take it easy at first. I'm afraid you'll tear my cunt to shreds."

"Take it easy?" Charlie laughed. "No way, the only way to fuck a whore like you is to pound it in from the very first stroke."

Trish closed her eyes and waited, holding her breath to keep from crying out when the man fucked into her cunt. But when the pain didn't come, she looked up to see the cruel smile on his face. Charlie was perched, waiting, getting enjoyment from the chance to torture her by making her wait. Instead of fucking her, he merely hunched his hips, forcing his cockhead to slip up and down between the greasy folds of her cunt lips.

"Goddamn you, you bastard!" Trish groaned in her frustration. "Fuck me, if you're going to."

Her shout of rage was transformed into a shriek of pain, however, when Charlie snapped one of her tits up between his teeth. The rough edges of his strong white teeth seemed to slice into her nipple, driving a searing pain through her chest so fiercely that it nearly took her breath away. But after the first shock, she realized that the pain was wonderful. It made the other nipple stand up anxiously. It made her cunt quiver as if it were suddenly filled with hot jelly.

"You like your tits chewed, slut?" Charlie asked, his words mumbled around her nipple as he darned down on it again. "Hmmmm!" The soft tit meat trembled beneath his teeth and tongue.

"Ye… yessssssss," Trish hissed and grunted. Charlie bit and chewed, sometimes gently, but at most times, with fierce roughness. Each harsh bite into her flesh brought pain and pleasure that ripped through Trish's guts. Each one lifted her passion a little higher, made it much more intense. She began squirming and wiggling beneath her torturer, pushing upwards with quivering hips, trying to suck his cock into the gasping emptiness of her pussy.

"Jesus Christ, fuck me!" Trish whined. "Shove that beautiful, big cock clear up to my brains. I don't care if it rips my guts out. I've gotta have it!"

"Not just yet, bitch," Charlie teased. "I'm not ready. I want to drive you nuts first."

Trish thought she was going to die if he didn't fuck her. The fire inside her cunt raged, licking the walls of her pussy into a quivering inferno of flesh. The pain grew even more intense, and Trish wanted the delicious torture.

"Please, Charlie," she whined. "My cunt is burning up. Scratch my itch. Fuck me… please."

No more, she thought. I can't stand any more of this waiting. If I could only pass out now, I could have this whole nightmare over with once and for, all.

Just then, Charlie slammed down like a pile driver, stretching the walls of her cunt until it seemed that her pussy must surely burst. His huge cock seemed to be ripping her guts loose and stirring them around, and for a moment of the intense pain, Trish was afraid that he actually was going to tear through into her bowels.

There was agony, more awesome than anything she had ever experienced. But, it was accompanied by pleasure.

"Fuck me!" Trish screamed.

No part of her body was spared the fires of climax. It seemed to take every nerve, each individual cell, and explode them with a blast of pleasure. Again she shrieked, as her whole body froze so rigidly that she thought her back would snap.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Charlie groaned, raising his head to look down at the orgasmic fury of the woman beneath him. He scooted up on the bed until he managed to force himself back into a sitting position on his haunches. Trish's thrashing body was dragged along with him as he dug his nails into her big tits and used them for handles. At that angle, his monstrous cock was driven deeper, and Trish shrieked as he twisted the rubbery nipples into angry torment. "I've never had such a hot piece before. It's so hot and tight, I think I could fuck you like this all day long."

The man slowed his fuck-strokes, pushing his prick in until his huge, hairy balls were nearly buried in the fuck hole, then pulling back until on the thick, pulsing tip of his cockhead lay inside her cunt.

Trish couldn't even summon up enough energy to groan. It was enough to concentrate on his prick fucking in and out of her abused pussy. The pounding pleasure, the pain, the joy, the unbelievable pressure against her cunt walls.

"Christ! I thought I could… hold out for a long time," he grunted after only a few more slamming dips into her depths, "but… can't… can't do it!"

"Go!" Trish grunted, sucking his cock back into the splashing recesses of her pussy. "God, go ahead. Load my cunt with hot jizz, you fucking stallion! Christ, your prick is so immense that I…"

Another wave of excruciating pleasure bit and chewed its way through her guts, and Trish felt Charlie's cock begin to swell again.

The pain was so intimately intense that it felt as if the walls of her cunt were being blistered, but she didn't mind. All she wanted was more rough fucking.

"Fuck!" Charlie bellowed, fucking her with all the strength he could muster. Gallons of scalding cum seemed to boil upwards from his convulsing balls, throbbing out to explode from his cockhead and spray all the way to the back of her sloshing cunt.

When his jism bubbled into her pussy, Trish thought her guts would blow up. Her pain and joy reached levels she had never imagined. It was almost as if she had left her body and was watching as it thrashed and screamed beneath the body of the rutting man.

The spasms made her cunt suck and pull at Charlie's cock as if it were her mouth doing the work, instead. Each spray of jism only made her hungry for more. She pulled and milked at his cockmeat, draining him, swallowing him alive through the man-eating slit of her cunt.

"Eat my prick all the way in, you cum licking slut," Charlie grunted, his orgasm reaching its peak and then pushing him completely over the edge. "Christ, it feels like your cunt is pulling my cock off."

Finally, they both collapsed, totally exhausted. Charlie's full weight lay across her stomach and chest. His eyes were closed as if he were asleep, and his lips rested gently near her ear.

Trish lay there, torn and confused. The weight and pressure of his cock still inside her pussy acted as a reminder of the pain and pressure.

Oh God, she moaned silently in her bewilderment, how could I have allowed myself to do that? Is it so easy for some brute of a man to take my love for Dave and just throw it aside?

But there was no doubt in her mind that what she had undergone was something that few modern women ever knew. Brutal, uncivilized lust had been forced through her defenses, and it had been so overpowering that nothing she had ever known before had prepared her for its attack.

She tried to relax, tried to sleep. The images were too brutal, too wonderful for her confused mind to handle.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Trish didn't have very long to turn her questions over in her mind. Charlie suddenly rose, pulling his cock out, and began putting on his pants. There was a loud knock at the door.

"You about finished in there?" another stranger's voice called from beyond the closed door.

"Yeah, come on in, Greg," Charlie said, looking over at Trish with a smile. "She's all warmed up for you."

Greg? Oh, God, Mike's other friend. Then the door opened, and Trish's eyes nearly popped. It was a boy of eighteen who looked enough like Charlie to be his brother if it hadn't been for the obvious differences in their ages. The only other difference she could see was that Greg was a good six feet in height. She couldn't help but wonder if he was bigger than Charlie in other ways, as well.

"Hey, baby," Charlie smiled sadistically, "this is my son Greg. Just thought you might like to be introduced before the young stud fucks your brains out." Charlie laughed. "I'm gonna go get a beer, kid. See what you can do with this sweet thing." Then he left them alone.

"Come on, sweet meat," Greg smiled, "you and I are going to the basement right now."

He began walking toward her threateningly. The boy hadn't even put a hand on her, but Trish already felt more humiliated than at any other time during the whole horrible day. She wasn't a woman to him. She wasn't even a whore. Just another piece of meat to be hung like a trophy deer head over his mantle. One more notch to be chalked up for his cock.

At first, she started to fight, but decided it was hopeless. The boy's strength was so overwhelming that there was nothing she could have done against him anyway.

With no more effort than Trish would have used with a pillow, Greg picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. His torso was like his father's, barrel chested, broad of shoulder, muscular arms that corded and rippled as they moved beneath the sleeves of his T-shirt.

She had looked into his eyes when he picked her up. They were as black as his father's, but somehow even more menacing than the older man's.

Greg carried her down the stairs, his right arm locked around her waist to hold her firmly in place, his left hand buried between her legs with one of his fingers pushing between the lips of her still-dripping cunt.

They reached the living room, and Trish saw Mike sitting comfortably in a chair while Ginny knelt before him, sucking greedily at his cock. Charlie was behind the young girl, a beer can in one huge hand and one of her firm tits being crushed in the other. His massive cock was buried to the hilt in her tight, blond-furred cunt, and he was fucking in and out of her pussy while using her tit as a handle with which to pull himself back and forth.

Ginny was whimpering and slobbering with pleasure as the two cocks impaled her from both ends.

"We're going to the basement," Greg said in passing. "Come on down when you're finished with that cunt."

He took Trish downstairs and dumped her onto a mattress. Trish found that she was so exhausted from the constant fear and the day's repeated fuckings that she couldn't even attempt to get up from the floor. Her whole body was consumed by the poisons of fatigue.

Across the room, Greg was rummaging through a chest of drawers. What he came out with filled Trish with even greater fear. Four sets of manacles dangled, clanking in the basement's stillness.

"Greg, no," Trish begged. "Don't put those on me. I'll do anything you say… anything you want."

"You don't understand, slut," Greg said, snatching her up from the bed. "It doesn't matter whether you'll follow my orders or not. The bracelets for your pretty body are just a part of the fun and games."

Quickly, efficiently, the youth snapped a manacle around one of her wrists and attached the other end of it to a ring suspended from the ceiling. Then he repeated the process with her other arm and attached it to another ring.

Next, he put a manacle on each of her ankles, and forcing her legs apart, he fastened the respective end of each set of leg bracelets to pipes that rose from floor to ceiling.

"Now you see, sweet meat," Greg said, walking over and beginning to twist and pull teasingly at her nipples, "this is a little arrangement that your dear hubby set up to use when he works on any of the heavier parts of his construction equipment. But we found some other uses for it. Some people call the thing a traverse winch."

With that, he reached up and gave a quick jerk on the chains that held her arms. To Trish's horror, the whole assembly slid forward. Her arms had been dangling loosely, but now they were stretched so tightly that it felt as if her shoulders were being pulled from their sockets. When he had moved her as far forward as her arms would reach, Greg locked the thing in place.

"Ohhhhhh… Christ!" Trish screamed at the pain that lanced through her arms and chest. "It's killing me!"

"Baby, we're just barely getting started," Greg said. "You just be a little patient." At that, he began pulling off his shirt to reveal the rippling bands of muscle that lay beneath. As he kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down, Trish gasped at the horror that flopped out of his trousers. It was at least as long as Mike's cock, but apparently even bigger around than Charlie's. Veins stood out, throbbing angrily in the dim light of the room.

"Noooo!" Trish shrieked. "I can't take all that. It'll rip me apart!"

"Oh, sweet meat," Greg said, walking around behind the chained girl, "you're gonna take more than this."

At the angle he had her suspended, Trish knew she was in a perfect position for his penetration. She felt the boy grab one of her tits from behind. His other hand guided the mass of his bloated cockhead to her cunt.

"Now, slut, fuck my cock!" Greg grunted as he stabbed into her cunt with one savage movement. "Yeah… unhhhh! Right up that tight pussy of yours."

"Naaaaaaaaghhhh!" Trish shrieked, bucking and thrashing in her attempts to dislodge his massive cock from her stretched cunt. "God… hurts too… much!"

"Jesus shit, bitch! This is some fine, tight pussy you've got here," Greg mumbled, pushing forward, fucking the length of his prick all the way in until the pulsing cockhead slammed into the back of her cunt. His cock was so thick that for a moment, Trish thought she could feel the walls of her cunt tearing.

This was unbelievable. Trish's mind churned in disbelief at the torture she was enduring. The worst nightmare she had ever had was nothing like this. Only this morning, she had been with David. Sweet, loving David. And now, this stranger, this animal, was ripping her guts out with his inhumanly huge cock. Somehow, she feared that the horror and humiliation was only getting started. And even more, she feared she would be forced to remain conscious through all of it.

"Go, baby! Chew my cock with that tight pussy of yours!" Greg grunted, smashing his body against Trish until she could feel his wiry cock hairs scraping at her ass and his heavy balls banging into the backs of her legs. She gritted her teeth against the twelve fat inches of prick and the tearing pain of her tits.

There was so much pain, so very much unbelievable pain. The young woman could only make soft, pleading whimpering in the back of her throat.

"You're killing me!" she finally managed to gasp between his pounding fuck-thrusts.

But even as she grunted out the words. Trish felt the head of the boy's cock swell immensely and then twitch fiercely with his lust. In the next second, the young woman felt her cunt being filled with splashing gobs of Greg's scalding cum. She hated him. And even more, she hated knowing that the feeling was wonderful. The creamy jism coated her torn and aching cunt, soothing the piercing agony.

"Christ, I love this," Greg grunted, fucking like a madman between her sweating, cum dripping thighs. "Ream out a hot cunt and then get it ready for some real fucking."

The pounding was finished. In reality, it had only lasted a couple of minutes, but to Trish it felt like hours. She was so grateful when Greg pulled his massive cock out of her pussy that she sagged against her chains and began to sob with relief.

Thank God, Trish thought, he's finished. Maybe now he'll let me down. But she knew somehow that it would not happen.

"That was great, baby," Greg said, releasing the position lock on the traverse winch and pushing her back into an overheated position so that she could stand more upright. "But it just went too fast. I think we ought to try it again, real slow-like. Would you like to get that sweet pussy fucked real slow? Hmmmmmmmm?"

Trish was near tears again, but it wasn't from relief this time. The lips of her cunt were so sore that she didn't see how she could possibly stand to be fucked again.

She tried to block out the fears of what was coming, but her body was so racked with pain that she couldn't concentrate on anything for long. Pain – searing pain – seemed to be everywhere at once. But especially fierce was the agony that danced through her cunt.

"You're gonna love this one, baby," Greg said, stepping up behind her and pushing his fingers into her cunt from the back. Trish flinched and tried to pull away, but with her legs locked open, she had no place to go.

Suddenly, the youth reached up and yanked the sliding winch assembly toward him, pulling Trish off balance backward. Again, her body was tilted to the maximum reach of her chained arms. But this time, she was pitched backward, exposing her tits and cunt to his full view.

"Oh shit, that's fine," Greg said, walking around and stepping between her abused thighs. "Now, baby, we're gonna get this proper fuck under way."

"Please, Greg, no," she moaned. "I can't take any more of this." Her arms ached with the torture. Then she felt his cockhead rubbing up and down between her cunt lips.

"Nooooo!" she screamed.

Greg grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed down hard, crushing her lips with his and shoving his tongue into her throat. The probing snake of his tongue poked, teasing at hers, and to Trish's dismay, she suddenly found herself responding.

No, she pleaded silently. God, please don't let my own body betray me like this again. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it. As his fingers crushed into her tit and he ground the nipple of the other tit mound between his torturing teeth, Trish felt the beginning spasms begin dancing through the walls of her cunt.

Greg knew it as well, because the greasy cunt juice started dripping from her pussy lips and oiling the massive head of his cock.

Trish felt the throbbing knob of his prick begin forcing its swollen way into her cunt, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation of the shooting pains. But they never materialized. Instead, she felt the curious melding of pain and pleasure again that had become her newest of sexual experiences that day.

Trish felt the relentless cockshaft being pushed into her pussy. No, she thought, I can't want this. I can't want this animal to push his awful cock into me again. But she knew it was a lie. She did want it. Ached for his cock to fill her cunt all the way up again and spray her pussy guts full of his scalding jism.

"No… no," she moaned as he began fucking in and out with slow, easy strokes of his cum-slimed slab of cockmeat. "No… yes… yesss. Oh God, yes, fuck me! Fuck my brains out with that huge, hot cock!"

She heard the sounds of Mike, Ginny, and Charlie coming down the basement steps. She heard the door opening as they came into the room. She knew they wee standing and watching, enjoying her humiliation. But Trish realized that she was enjoying it as well.

That prick. That big, hot, hard, beautiful prick plugging her cunt. It felt as big around as a salami. Every time Greg fucked deep inside, Trish could feel his balls slap soundly against her asshole.

"Oh God, yes!" she grunted between clenched teeth. "Fuck that big thing all the way in. Fuck my cunt out good. Faster… oh, Christ! Faster!"

Trish's breath was coming out in grunting gasps in rhythm with the slapping dives of Greg's throbbing cock as it fucked into her pussy's hot depths. Each dive sent the cockhead plowing into the back wall of her cunt. And each of those depth charges cranked the level of her passion just a little higher until she was like a watch spring about to snap.

"This is fine, slut!" Greg panted, slamming into her groin while twisting and pulling her reddened tits. "Never had… a tighter pussy! Like a virgin's asshole. You want these sucked on?" He began chewing and sucking her tit, grinding her nipple between his tormenting teeth.

"No! No… yes! Oh God, yes, chew my tits!"

Suddenly, Trish seemed to go wild, grabbing hold of her chains and using them to grip while she pounded her hips forward to meet his slamming fuck-strokes. Her cunt began to churn with juice. Her pussy was on fire. It itched. It throbbed. And all these driving sensations tore at her consciousness at the same time. She just couldn't get enough of his wonderful cock.

Greg bit deep, making dark red tooth marks that surrounded her nipples, and his attack sent excruciatingly wonderful, agony searing through the pale, trembling globes of her tits.

"Yes!" Trish shrieked, eager for the pleasure-pain that his teeth brought, begging for his huge, bruising cock. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ… fuck my guts out!"

In and out, the fucking of his meaty prick made Trish feel as if she had never before been so wholly aware of a man's body. Never before understood what her own body truly wanted, needed from a man. It was infinity itself, this fucking. It was the moon and stars and universe, just having Greg plowing through her cunt with the massive pole of cockmeat that stood out from between his legs.

"Harder!" she screamed, looking down at the tousled, black thatch of hair that bobbed over her tortured tits. "Fuck me harder and faster. Fuck my pussy full, you big-cocked son of a bitch!"

In that instant, Trish knew that Greg was about to cum. The giant knob of his cockhead began swelling until it filled the entire width of her cunt. The pounding of blood through his driving prick kept pushing her passion higher.

God, she thought, how can I want this animal's cock so badly? But I do. I want all his hot cum in my pussy.

And then, she got her wish.

For the briefest of instants, Greg's hard, young body froze. Every muscle, every tendon stretched until she thought he would surely snap something. Even then, however, his sucking mouth never lost its grip on her abused tit. Then, with a fierceness that would have frightened Trish had she not been hungry for his cock, Greg began to buck and slam in and out of the swampy depths of her cunt.

Scalding gobs of his greasy jism exploded from the tip of his cum-hole and lashed back through her pussy to splash against the back wall.

"Unhhh, unhhhh!" he grunted with his mouth filled by her quivering tit.

"Aaarghhhhhhh!" the tortured young woman shrieked as the first spray of hot arm slammed into her pussy walls. Fire lanced through her guts. His cum was like kerosene thrown onto a flame. Her passion raced upward to churn through her insides and downward to transform her knees into jelly. Had it not been for the chains that held her upright, Trish would have collapsed. As it was, all she could do was throw herself upward to meet his driving fuck-thrusts, using her chains for leverage.

Trish suddenly heard Ginny's voice, husky and broken with lust.

"Oooooh," the girl cooed, "that looks nice. I think I want some of that for myself."

"Don't be greedy," Trish heard Mike answer. "We're breaking this bitch in now. If you want something, you can suck my prick."

Finally, Trish's spasms of pleasure began to fade, and while Greg still fucked his cock into her pussy, she looked across the room to see Ginny fall to her knees and engulf Mike's cock in the firm, moist ring of her young lips.

With one last, deep push, Greg fucked the final gobs of his cum-load into Trish's cunt and then leaned against her, his mouth finally releasing her tit from its torment. As he stepped back, Greg's cock flopped out of her cunt with a splashing smack. When it did, Mike grabbed hold of Ginny's head and slid his cock from her dripping mouth.

"No," the young girl whined, begging for more of her favorite meat. She grasped the cockshaft and tried to force it back between her sucking lips, but her stepfather pushed her away.

"Whoa, little girl," Mike said, lifting the girl to her feet. "You like to suck so well, we're gonna let you suck on something you've never eaten before."

Ginny looked confused, but Trish realized from the look on her brother-in-law's face just exactly what he had in mind.

"Oh, no. Mike, please, don't make her do that." And turning to the girl, she pleaded, "Ginny, don't do it, honey. Please."

Realization suddenly washed over Ginny's lovely, young face, and then she began to try backing away. But Mike simply grabbed her by both arms.

"No, Daddy," the girl pleaded. "I've never done that to a woman before. I don't want to eat her out."

"Come on, you sucking little slut," Mike said, forcing the girl across the room until she stood in front of Trish's semi-reclining body. "You'll do as you're told or we'll give you even worse than this bitch is getting. Now, get down there and suck Greg's cum out of that hot cunt."

He forced the trembling teenager to her knees and pushed her face between Trish's legs.

"Suck it, Goddamn you! Suck it just the way you like to have your own pussy sucked."

"No, Ginny," Trish whispered soothingly. "Don't, honey. Don't suck my cunt."

The girl hesitated, then Mike leaned over and planted a hard, open-palmed slap to her firm, young ass. The force of his blow threw the girl's face into Trish's wide-spread cunt lips, and Ginny began lapping and sucking like a thirsty bitch at a water bowl.

Trish tried to pull back, but the young girl's face only followed her movements, pushing her nose and sucking lips ever deeper into the drooling cunt.

"No, Ginny. Don't!" Trish begged, feeling the first spasms of passion begin fingering their way through the walls of her cunt. But in spite of herself, she began to respond and push back softly against the teenager's face. As the muscles in Trish's cunt began contracting and releasing, the massive load of cum that Greg had pumped into her pussy began trickling out in continuous, greasy streams. It poured between the woman's pussy lips, drenching Ginny's pretty face in a gleaming sheen of jism.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Ginny moaned. "This is good. His cum tastes so delicious running out of her sweet pussy." She licked and gulped, swallowing Greg's jism that had mixed with Trish's cunt juices.

The girl's mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, kissing, and sucking at the bound woman's cunt lips, licking and nibbling with gentle teeth at the swollen clit. Her long, pointed tongue fucked deep into the cunt hole itself.

"Oh, yes, baby!" Trish pushed against Ginny's mouth, sliding her hips up and down to rub her cunt across the girl's face. "Suck my pussy, baby."

"Take a look at that!" Mike said in astonishment. "She even likes it from Ginny." Not being able to stand any more, he dropped to his knees behind the teenaged girl and fucked his cock into the tight, puckered hole of her ass.

"Unhh, unhhh, unhhhhh!" Ginny grunted, her mouth full of Trish's cunt, her ass squirming back to take in even more of her father's hard cock.

Trish looked down and realized it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. By now, she was so horny that she felt slightly jealous of Ginny. She wanted Mike's beautiful prick to be fucked up her own ass. But to see the two of them was beautiful. She could see Mike fucking his huge slab of cockmeat in and out of his step-daughter's young asshole, both of his hands clawing at the girl's tits, crushing them out of shape. She could see Ginny's lovely face, smeared with the mixtures of cum and glowing with the ecstasy of being ass fucked.

The sight of the two was more than Trish could stand, and she began fucking wildly against Ginny's mouth, the young girl's lips making slurping, sucking noises whenever Trish's cunt pulled out of her reach.

She saw Mike's now-familiar body grow rigid and then begin slamming into Ginny's ass with resounding smacks. Ginny's eyes went suddenly wide as Mike's molten load of greasy cum splashed into her asshole. She began thrashing against her step-father, biting and sucking savagely at Trish's cunt in the madness of her passion. And then Trish felt herself exploding inside.

The others soon followed as they grunted and sweated on the basement floor.

"Well, I'm gonna get some of this," Charlie said, crossing the room and joining the fucking trio.

He grabbed Trish's tangled black hair and yanked her head to one side. Before she knew what was happening, the young woman felt Charlie's thick cockhead being shoved all the way into her throat. She didn't care. She wanted all of it and more. She wanted to be totally impaled with cocks. She wanted to be immersed and drowned in scalding jism.

Over and over, Trish felt the screaming waves of orgasm rip through her cunt walls and up through her tits. It swelled and shrieked through her body.

"Mmmmmff… mmmmmffff!" she grunted around the slimy shaft of Charlie's cock.

Mike collapsed across Ginny's back, his cum running down the backs of her thighs in thick streams. Ginny's moans dropped to soft whimpers as her own orgasm faded into soft tremblings, but she continued kissing and licking softly at Trish's sopping cunt. But Trish had ceased to notice either of them. She was totally imprisoned in the sensation of Ginny's cunt tonguing and the choking mass of Charlie's cock fucking between her own lips.

She lashed the fevered snake of her tongue over the sliding rod of Charlie's cock. She sucked at the musky, oozing prickhead, pulled it deep into her throat, and taste the first faint drops of his clear pre-cum. There was no longer such a thing as humiliation. The sensation of degradation had disappeared from her world, been pushed out by her thundering hunger for cock, her thirst for the flavor of jism.

The very thought of his cock cream splashing into her throat drove the tortured young woman insane with passion. She wanted his cum, needed it desperately.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she purred.

"Lick my cock, you cum-hungry whore!" Charlie growled. "Now, slut! Suck my fucking cock now!"

Trish felt the cockhead expand inside her throat, and then the first spray of Charlie's jism splashed onto her tonsils.

"Jesus Christ!" he grunted. "You never get enough, do you bitch?"

He was like a factory for cum, sending stream after stream of molten fuck cream down her throat. Soon his cum was churning and bubbling from between her lips, sending twin tongues of silky jism running from Trish's nostrils.

"Lick it all down, bitch," Charlie said, keeping up his steady pounding. "Suck down every drop."

With the first blast of Charlie's scalding cum that hit her throat, Trish felt her cunt begin to churn. And then it blew up. She felt as if her head were being ripped off by the force of her orgasm, but her mouth and throat were so filled with the man's huge cum-spouting cock that she could only grunt and gasp. Over and over, he fucked his prick into her throat until his wiry cock hairs ground into her nose. Over and over again, Trish felt climaxes tear through her pussy.

When she began to buck, she felt Ginny's mouth go back to work, teasing and sucking at her cunt lips and clit. When the first massive orgasm tore through her body, Trish did not so much ooze cum as spray it with the force of her cunt's contracting walls. The gobs of her pale pussy cream splashed across Ginny's lips and face, smearing it even more with gleaming cum.

Over and over, Trish grunted and swallowed. Spraying and being sprayed like a pump that took cum in at one end and then put it out at the other.

"Mmmmffff, rnmmmmfffff," she moaned, as she felt the last of her orgasmic convulsions die down into a series of tiny muscular quiverings.

"There," Charlie grunted, fucking in his last gobs of sticky cum.

Trish felt so ashamed when the last of her orgasms had died, that she turned her head away. Charlie's cock slid from her mouth and smeared trickling of cum across her cheek. There was now nothing left of her world. It had been so shattered by pain and humiliation that Trish felt there was no way she could ever put any of it together again.

These animals had used her in every way imaginable, even making her submit to the hungry mouth of a young girl. And what was even worse, she had so obviously enjoyed the girl's licking of her cunt that there was no way Trish could pretend it was not true. Surely, she told herself, there is nothing more they can do to me. But then, she heard Mike's sadistic laugh.

"Now, you bitch," she heard him growl, we've got a really special treat for you.

The threat was too much for her. In fear and shame, Trish fainted. Her body sagged limply in the chains.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Trish Wheeler was passing through a long, dark passage. No light existed anywhere except at the very end of that darkness. Trish began to hear voices, but only faintly. The words were unclear and jumbled. She struggled to understand, but the elusive phrases escaped her comprehension.

The light began to grow, and her eyes tried to focus. The voices grew clearer, and someone was throwing cold water in her face.

"Come on, little whore," she heard Mike say teasingly. "You aren't finished yet. You got your goodies licked by Ginny. I think it's only fair that you return the favor for her. In the meantime, there's no reason that the rest of us can't have a little bit of fun, too."

In shock, Trish gazed across the room. The manacles that she had so recently occupied now imprisoned Ginny.

The young girl's wrists and ankles had been chained, her arms and legs spread wide to accommodate her captives. But she had been harnessed up in such a way that she was bent forward at the waist. Greg stood behind the chained girl, the monstrous slab of his cock slamming in and out of her dripping cunt. Charlie, standing just to one side, had a double handful of the beautiful teenager's hair and had pulled her head around so that he could shove the fat length of his pulsing cockshaft between her bruised lips.

Ginny's face was smeared with sweat and cum. Her nude, firm body gleamed with sweat, and everywhere across her trembling tits, gobs of jism dried into crusty patches of salty milk. It was obvious that the three men had not wasted any time while Trish had been unconscious.

With little or no effort, Mike lifted the woman's aching body from the floor. He carried her across the room and dropped her to her knees in front of the grunting girl. It was only when he dumped her that Trish realized how exhausted she really was. Her aching arms would hardly support her weight, and she half fell forward, burying her face in the trembling, cum-slimed mounds of Ginny's tits. The young girl moaned softly as Trish's lips accidentally brushed against one nipple.

"Suck her tits, bitch!" Mike said, grabbing a handful of Trish's hair and pushing her face forward, burying ft in the girl's tits. "Suck it good and lick all that sticky cum off her nice titties."

The barely disguised threat in his voice made it more than clear that she had better do exactly as he demanded. But it was just too I much for Trish to bear.

"No, please, Mike," she pleaded, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "Don't make me do this. Haven't you done enough to me already?"

She felt hopelessness, knowing that nothing she said or did could have any effect on her torturer. At that instant, she felt the flat of Mike's palm slam across in a stinging blow to her ass, and as the pain brought a tear streaming across her cheek, Trish lurched forward and took Ginny's stiff young nipple deep into her mouth.

Poor kid she thought, as she looked up at Ginny's cock-stuffed face. But even as the thought entered her head, Trish felt the young girl shiver with delight from the feeling of having her tit sucked.

The nipple was hard and rubbery, and it tasted of cum from the coating of partially dried jism that covered its surface. Salt and sweat and man-smell. The odor of bodies that had absolutely wallowed in musky pools of lust. All the fragrances mingled to make a heady cloud of sensuality that caused Trish to become dizzy with its suffocating reality.

She kissed and licked, tracing the blue veins that ran outward until they became lost in the swollen pout of Ginny's nipple. Salt and cum. Odors and tastes. Poor baby, Trish thought again. If they're going to make me do this, the least I can do is make her feel good after the job she did on me.

Trish's tongue slid softly through the valley between the beautiful twin globes of Ginny's quivering tits. She kissed and sucked at the almost invisible, blond hairs that trembled and jutted outward from the girl's skin. It tastes good, she thought with amazement.

Her lips traced fire and ice, and as her growing hunger caused her to suck first one nipple and then the other into her watering mouth, Trish was rewarded by the sound of a grunting groan as it built in the back of the teenager's throat and forced its way around the spit-slimed shaft of Charlie's cock. Trish soon found that Ginny's chest was clean of cum and sweat, shining now with the juices of Trish's own lips.

"Now, little whore," Mike said, again grabbing Trish by the hair, "let's see how you are at sucking a juicy pussy." With that, he pushed her face down until it was buried in the tangled blond jungle surrounding Ginny's cunt.

Trish felt her own fires begin to build, and she started rubbing her nose and lips gently through the wonderful, furry mound between Ginny's legs. Just below her chin, Trish could see the slimy shaft of Greg's cock. Like a huge piston of meat and muscle, it slid in and out of the blood-engorged lips of the young girl's cunt. Drops of Ginny's cum coated it, milky white, and dripped to the floor below. It was obvious that she had already had several orgasms, and Trish began to wonder just how long she had really been, unconscious.

"Come on, you cum-sucking slut!" Mike snarled, kneeling behind Trish and grabbing one of her tormented tits with his rough hand. "Eat that slimy cunt."

The pain lanced through her pinched nipple, but Trish realized that it didn't matter. He didn't have to torture her. She wanted to suck Ginny, wanted the teenager's pussy juice, wanted to taste the depths of the young girl's fuck hole. With a soft groan, the woman resigned herself to her own lust and dived head first into the sweaty Y of Ginny's crotch.

Trish quickly found the throbbing nubbin of the girl's clit. It stood out, pulsing and angry, begging for attention. She sucked it fiercely between her lips. Then, holding the clit between her teeth, she flicked at it with the hard tip of her tongue.

Ginny went crazy. Her pelvis bucked and convulsed so violently that both Trish and Greg nearly lost their grip on her body with its sweat slickness. Reaching forward with both hands to find support, Trish suddenly discovered the puckered glory of Ginny's ass. She gently wormed two fingers into the young girl's asshole, and Ginny shrieked around the meat of Charlie's cock.

Trish's other hand, however, found only the slick, pounding shaft of Greg's cock. Instinctively, her long grasping fingers locked around the cock's driving thickness.

She pulled the girl forward by the tormenting finger hold she had in the quivering asshole, and with the secure hold that gave her, Trish began sucking and licking, first Ginny and then Greg.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Greg growled, his throat nearly paralyzed with the lust of his sensations. "This is the first time I've ever had a blow-job and a piece of pussy at the same time."

"Goddamn!" Mike swore, watching his brother's wife as she gave a double suck, "you really are hungry, aren't you, bitch?"

The sight was too much for him, and he quickly fucked the full length of his quivering cock into Trish's aching cunt while simultaneously pushing two fingers deep into the convulsing well of her asshole.

"Aaaaarghhhhh!" Trish groaned at the double attack.

Oh, God help me, Trish thought. I can't help it. I love it… all of it… I've got to have it. Whatever he wants to do, I've got to have it.

She was surrounded with lust, immersed and drowning in the pure animal rut of it. A sea of grunting bodies crushed her, smothered her in sweat and cum and the feeling of slickened skin against her own.

With a sudden inspiration, she slid Greg's cock out of the depths of Ginny's cunt and began smearing it across her own cum-slimed chin and lips. At the same time, she returned her mouth to the teenager's pulsing clit. She was the center, the focal point of all three of their bodies. Her mouth and lips, her hands held them all together in a vortex of pleasure that was almost more than they could bear.

Both Greg and Ginny had started to complain about the interruption of their fuck. But only for an instant. In the next breath, they realized what she was doing to them. At the sine time, she was sucking them both off and forcing them to masturbate each other by friction. Her mouth wide, her tongue whipping from one to the other, Trish was acting as the guide for their hunger. Greg's cock rammed forward, only to slide from Trish's lips and lashing tongue and then slam home into Ginny's sensitive clit. And all the time, Ginny was grunting and pounding her pelvis forward, grinding her cunt into Trish's mouth and Greg's swollen cockhead.

"Ummff… ummff… ummff," the young girl grunted around Charlie's cock.

At the same time that Trish was making her discovery in the front, she was also totally aware of the effects of Mike as his slimed cockmeat slammed through her guts from behind and his fingers tore fresh waves of joy from her ass.

Flames of pleasure and pain washed through her belly and down. If it hadn't been for the firm grip that her brother-in-law had on her body, she knew that she would have fallen forward, so great was the weakness that swept through her legs.

With startling suddenness, the domino effect took hold again. Charlie, whose massive cockmeat was being sucked all the way into Ginny's young throat, finally could hold out no longer. His body grew rigid, and then he began slamming forward with all the weight and strength of his powerfully muscled legs. His shaft disappeared all the way into the teenager's wide-stretched lips until only his balls remained visible as they bounced off her chin.

"Now, bitch, now! Suck my cum… now!" With no further warning, his body arched, balancing on the balls of his feet. Looking up, Trish saw Ginny's eyes fly wide open as vast waves of the older man's jism boiled upward from his swollen balls. Ginny's cheeks puffed outward with the flood of cum, and her muscles were working overtime in her attempt to get all of it into her throat. Streams of Charlie's cum began spilling out around the girl's lower lip and running down her chin while more poured from her flaring nostrils.

The effect of Charlie's orgasm, combined with Trish's sucking below and the feeling of Greg's cockhead as it slid and slammed into her trembling clit, was too much.

Ginny screamed around the piece of cockmeat that still filled her mouth and throat. The girl began hunching ferociously against Trish's face, the waves of her orgasm racking her sweet young body with convulsions.

Huge, thick gobs of the young girl's pussy juice were running out of the gaping hole of her cunt, and at the same time, Trish felt the stream of Charlie's cum as it poured around Ginny's lips and downward to splash across the older woman's back and shoulders.

It was then that Greg's lust carried him over the edge.

"Oh yessss!" he growled. "I'm gonna blow… blow your face full, slut."

Trish scrambled frantically as the first wave of his jism sprayed its scalding load against her cheek. With her mouth opened as wide as possible, she formed a cavern of hot flesh around both Greg's cockhead and Ginny's stiff vibrating clit. Instantly, both organs were drowned in the tidal wave of his cum as Trish's boiling tongue lashed at the tender flesh of both their crotches.

Trish felt pain lance through her ass as Mike reached out behind her. But her pain was immediately transformed into searing joy as her brother-in-law's loaded balls began spraying her guts full of scalding cum.

Oh, God, she thought, fill my whole body with delicious cum. My ass… my cunt my throat. I don't care! Just fill me until it pours out of every hole I've got.

The gut-wrenching orgasms seemed to go on forever.

Charlie stood, breathing hard, his slowly deflating cock still buried in Ginny's throat. The girl instinctively sucked at its emptied length as gobs of his jism smeared around her lips.

Ginny still hunched against Trish's face.

The chained girl was so weak that she could hold nothing back, and along with the warm streams of Greg's cum that shot spasmodically into Trish's mouth, Ginny released a stream of piss to mix with the man's cum-load. It burned and stung the woman's mouth, but she drank greedily, chewing at the man's cockhead and the girl's pussy, swallowing the delicious mixture of cum and piss as it filled her throat and spilled onto the floor below.

In total exhaustion from her own orgasm and released from Mike's vise-like grip on her body, Trish sagged to the floor and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

She awoke later. The others were gone, except for Mike, who sat a few inches away and was watching her sleeping.

Trish lay quietly, feeling tension return from the multitude of aches and bruises that occupied her flesh. Her body was filled and covered with cum. Lying there, she waited for the blackness of shame to close in over her head like a smothering blanket of guilt, but it failed to appear. She raised herself into a sitting position and stared downward at her seeping cunt. The fuck hole had been so abused.

In one day, she had been repeatedly raped and humiliated by three men. A young girl had been forced to suck out Trish's pussy until she experienced orgasm after sweeping orgasm at the end of the teenager's tongue. Then she had been forced to eat the girl. She had been pushed to such levels of sexual insanity that she had thirstily drunk the combination of piss and cum.

There had been agony of pain and excruciating fear like nothing she had ever known before. There had been so much humiliation that her mind had been boggled by the immensity of her degradation. Yet, there had also been unbelievable, screaming pleasure that had ripped through her body with primitive rawness.

Trish looked at the silhouetted figure of her brother-in-law, and wondered. Where is the shame now? What happened to the hatred I felt for him? What happened to the humiliation?

Mike reached over, offering Trish his hand. "Don't you think you could use a shower, lady?" he asked with a smile. "You look a little whipped."

Trish studied his smile and realized that something had changed and that his face was honest, open and sincere.

"Do you despise me now, Mike?" she asked.

"No," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "I never really despised you at all. It's just that we've been alone here since Ginny's mom died. I guess that I just resented someone else coming in like that, as a perfect stranger, into our little family. My resentment rubbed off on Ginny too, but not to the same extent as I felt. Then, when you walked in on her and me and started all that self-righteous horseshit, it just sort of pushed me over the edge. I didn't give a damn about you at the time."

"Do you now?"

"Well," he smiled sheepishly, showing the same, little-boy grin that had drawn Trish so strongly to his brother, "it's not as if we haven't been properly introduced."

But Trish felt troubled. "But what about Dave? How do all the pieces in this silly puzzle fit together, anyway?"

"I don't think I'd really let it bother me," Mike said. "Dave is out of the house a whole lot. We've got a growing business, and he's good at what he does because he likes it so much." His smile grew broader every moment.

"We can amuse ourselves when he's gone," Mike continued, his hand gently brushing over her tit and causing the nipple to leap back to full attention. "Besides all that, my baby brother is quite a swinging stud in his own right. I've noticed the way his eyes follow Ginny's ass around the room when she wiggles it. If we let him have a bit of that young pussy, I don't see how he could object to you and me fucking. Wouldn't you agree?" Trish's cunt took only another second to begin juicing at the very thought of watching her Dave fuck his cockmeat into Ginny's young pussy. And God, she thought, the idea of maybe fucking both of the big-cocked brothers at the same time.

"Oh," she moaned, massaging the head of his awakening prick, "fuck me again, you son of a bitch."

Mike carried her gently to the mattress. This time, his cock fucked smoothly in to her well oiled cunt.

CHAPTER NINE

Dave fucked his cock deep into Trish's cunt with one long, smooth stroke, then ground his ass in tight circles to make his prick burrow into every hidden recess of her pussy. Moving as slowly as possible, he pulled his cock back until only the massive cockhead rested inside the lips of her soaking pussy slit.

"Mmmmmmm, Jesus, baby," he said, you don't know how good this feels to me. Every waking minute since I've been gone has been full of thinking about the two of us fucking this way. I've never had a pussy so.

A sound from upstairs intruded on their quiet. It was the noise of Ginny moaning.

"Hey," Dave said, stopping his movement and cocking his head to listen. "What the hell was that?"

"Don't worry about it," Trish said, grinding her cunt upward onto the length of his cock. "It's probably just Mike and Ginny fucking in his room."

Dave looked down at her as if he thought she had gone insane. "Whatta you mean, Mike and Ginny fucking?"

"Oh, stop acting like such a respectable member of the community," she scolded, digging her nails into his ass and pulling him hard against her cunt. "You act as if she were his real daughter or something. Mike's a healthy, normally sexed man. Do you expect him to ignore a beautiful young girl living in the same house? And what about Ginny? Would you rather know she was fucking some pimply assed high school jock in the back seat of a Chevy – or making love to a man who really cares about her?"

"Christ, I don't know," Dave said, looking confused. "It's just that she's his stepdaughter and…"

"That's right," Trish interrupted, "and the key word there is stepdaughter."

"Yeah, I guess," he said, "but the idea that he's up there now fucking her brains out."

"Yes, and you're down here reading construction reports while I darn your socks, right?" Trish teased. "And besides, can you blame him? Ginny is one hell of a fine-looking young woman. Are you trying to say you haven't considered what it would be like to shove that big cock of yours into her juicy little pussy?"

Dave's face flushed instantly with embarrassment. It wasn't the idea of his brother fucking his own stepdaughter. It was because he himself had considered it. Just the thought of fucking her made his cock get even harder. Firm, young tits, a tight ass that wiggled in jeans.

"Look," Trish said, "let's go sneak a little peek at the two of them. What do you say?"

"You've gotta be kidding," Mike said, somehow not looking as shocked as he tried to sound.

"Where's the harm in a little innocent peep show, hmmm? I've thought a couple of times that it might be interesting to see if Mike's hung as big as you are. And you can't tell me that you wouldn't like to get a look at Ginny with a big cock shoved into that tight pussy of hers, can you?"

"Oh Christ," Dave whispered as Trish climbed from the bed.

The two walked as quietly as they could up the stairs and stopped outside the door. Trish pushed the door open suddenly, and she heard Dave gasp behind her. Ginny was bent over Mike's cock, sucking the last, few drops of his cum into her hungry young mouth. Her lovely face was shiny and smeared with Mike's cum and her free hand was between her own legs, rubbing and milking the nubbin of her clit.

"Hey, baby brother," Mike said, grinning broadly as Ginny sat up and wiped her cum smeared mouth, "glad you're home. After all that time in the saddle at work, how would you like some of this young stuff here? I can guarantee personally that she is one of the best little cock-suckers in three counties."

Dave flinched and turned to stare at Trish to see how she would react, but she was paying no attention to him at all. Her eyes were glued to Mike's huge cock that was still wet from Ginny's mouth.

"Go ahead, honey," Trish said, finally turning her gaze back to her husband. "Fuck Ginny's mouth. You know you want to, and she looks like she could still be hungry for cum. But this is a two-way street, you know."

"What do you mean?" Dave asked, his voice a husky whisper.

"I mean that I get to have a little fun, too," Trish grinned lecherously. "Ginny's not the only one that likes big cocks."

"You mean you… you want to fuck Mike?" he asked.

"Oh God, Uncle Dave," Ginny moaned, "I'm so hungry for cum, and I've wanted to eat your pretty cock for so long."

The lovely young girl climbed from the bed and walked toward him. Streams of cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs as she walked.

"Christ," Dave said as Ginny pressed her hard, young body against him, "I can't believe any of this."

Ginny shut him up by pulling his head down and putting a firm, stiff nipple straight into his gaping mouth. Dave's hand rushed between her legs while his frenzied fingers plowed deep into the sloshing depths of her cunt.

"Oh Christ, Uncle Dave," Ginny moaned, hunching against his grinding hand. "Fuck me. Fuck my mouth full of your delicious cum!"

The young girl suddenly groaned and dropped to her knees. Before Dave had time to realize what was happening, she had gobbled every inch of his cock to its hairy base, her head bobbing up and down while she made slobbering sounds. With her free hand, the beautiful teenager was caressing and milking at his cum-swollen balls.

"Eat it, baby," Dave moaned through clenched teeth. "Suck my whole cock into that cum-hungry little mouth."

"Mmmmmffff… mmmmffff…" Ginny choked, never slowing the insane rush of her mouth-fucking.

Trish waited for a moment, as the two went at it. The sight of her husband's huge cock fucking between Ginny's sweet lips, his bare ass slamming forward to grind his crotch into her face, was enough to make Trish's cunt start churning with prick-hunger.

Mike lay on the bed, smiling. He motioned for Trish to join him. She almost ran across the distance separating them.

"Oh Mike," she groaned near his ear, "fuck me. Make it rough. Make it hurt good!"

Mike grinned wickedly. Then, reaching over the edge of the bed, he pulled up a huge, knobby dildo that was longer and thicker than any cock she had ever seen.

"Oh Christ, yes," Trish moaned. "Do me. Do me good."

He pushed her over onto her belly and pulled her to her knees roughly, then inserted the massive head of the bumpy dildo into the quivering, puckered ring of her ass.

"Aaaaaaarghhhhh!" Trish moaned as the thing filled her ass guts totally, pushing ever deeper into the hot recesses of her asshole. "Yesssss! Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me! I want your hot cock inside my cunt so bad I can fucking taste it."

"You got it, bitch," Mike said, thrusting forward and fucking his cock all the way into her cunt until his balls slapped against the backs of her thighs.

Trish thought her brain was going to explode.

"Is that what you want, slut?" Mike growled, reaching up with his free hand and grabbing a crushing handful of her tit. "Is that what you fucking want?" He slid the huge rubber cock half out of her asshole and began fucking it in and out of her ass, matching its tempo with that of his throbbing prick as it fucked into the depths of Trish's pussy.

"Yesss!" she screamed. "Oh God… oh God… oh God… fuuuuuuuck me!"

Across the room, Dave looked up, suddenly worried by the trace of pain that he heard in his wife's voice. But from the ecstatic look on her face and the way she was throwing herself against Mike's double impalement of her cunt and ass, he decided there was no need for concern.

The sight of the two on the bed and the young girl slobbering and sucking at his prick drove Dave to new heights of lust.

He dropped to his knees, forcing Ginny even lower, and looked around the room. Spotting a hair brush, he leaned across the girl's back and over her hips. Dave jammed the handle of the brush up her ass and at the same time reached underneath her body for a handful of tit.

"Mmmmmfff… aaaaarghhhhh!" Ginny shrieked at the instant of pain that suddenly exploded into pleasure.

"Do you want it to hurt, little bitch?" Dave snarled, hunching even harder against her face and fucking the throbbing bead of his cock all the way into her throat. "Do you like the pain?"

"Umm-hmmm," Ginny gurgled around his plunging prick, slamming her ass even farther onto the brush handle and then leaping forward to swallow his cock even deeper down her throat.

Dave took her stiffened nipple between his thumb and index finger and began grinding it into a shapeless mass. The tortured nipple pounded with the young girl's lust. And every time she screamed at the agony, he fucked his cock even harder into her throat blocking off her groaning cries with his stiff slab of cockmeat.

"Eat it all, you cum-hungry little slut," Dave grunted, his eyes glazed with a brutal look of animal lust. "Every inch of it into your cock-sucking face, little girl. Eat my prick!"

Trish turned her head and was watching her husband as he ravaged Ginny's mouth. Just watching as the girl sucked so hungrily at Dave's huge cock made Trish's mouth water with her cum-thirst.

"Fuck me, Mike," she grunted as another wave of delicious agony washed through her insides from the dual fucking of ass and cunt. "Fuck me hard and then I want to suck that hard prick of yours."

"Take my cock, whore," Mike said, pinching painfully at her tit. "Fuck it into your cunt until you scream with it, cocksucking sister!"

"Christ!" Trish screamed, unable to take any more.

The racing heat seared the walls of her cunt and ass. Pain shot through her mangled tit, and every nerve ending in her entire thrashing body seemed to be shrieking directly into her churning brain. "Oh Jesus fucking God!" she shrieked, writhing in the joy of her pain.

The orgasmic quivering of Trish's pussy sucked and pulled at Mike's cock like thirsty lips, and he fucked in and out of her cunt hole as fast and as hard as he could. His balls began to enlarge, swelling with cum, then his cock started to pulse. There was no holding back now. The dam of his control was breaking from the massive load of his jism, and he gave up all attempts to hold back.

"Oh, fuck me, you slut!" he grunted.

Trish felt the first spray of scalding cum splash against the walls of her cunt, and it was as if someone had thrown gasoline onto a bonfire. One after another, orgasms exploded through her churning fuck hole until her body could no longer tell where one climax ended and the next began. Finally, she collapsed, totally drained from exhaustion.

"Yesss," she moaned softly, "fill my cunt with gallons of your hot cum you bull-stud bastard."

"Suck it into your cunt, slut," Mike panted, again spraying her pussy full of his hot jism until the cum ran drooling from her cunt lips. "Take my fucking cock."

Then he too fell across the bed, collapsing on top of her.

"Did the hurt feel good, sister?" Mike teased, rubbing gently at her bruised nipple.

"Mmmm, yes!" she sighed, happy at being called sister.

They lay still for a moment, wrapped tightly together, listening and watching as Dave and Ginny fucked. The two were like rabid animals. Dave's huge cock kept pounding in and out of Ginny's throat while, at the same time, he was brush-fucking her ass. Then he went stiff, and Trish saw thick gouts of his cum splashing out of the corners of the young girl's mouth.

Simultaneously, Ginny gave out with a long, choking shriek that gurgled out around the stiff shaft of Dave's cum-spouting prick, and she sprayed her quivering thighs with her own cum from the void of her emptying cunt. Just as suddenly as the two had creamed together, Dave and Ginny collapsed in a fleshy, sweating heap on the floor.

Trish couldn't help but wonder what Dave's reaction would be now that the moment of passion had passed. She knew ideas and opinions could be completely reversed after the lust had been drained.

"Mike, go back to Ginny for a while. I think Dave and I need some time together. All right?"

She rose from the bed, after Mike pulled his cock and the dildo out of her fuck holes, and walked over to where Dave and the girl were still lying on the carpet. Quietly, she leaned down, running her tongue down the crack of his ass, and began sucking and tonguing the puckered ring of her husband's asshole.

Dave raised onto one elbow and smiled, then leaned over and kissed her.

"Come on, stud," Trish whispered. "You and I have an appointment in the basement."

Dave's face was a picture of confusion.

"Go ahead, baby brother," Mike said, grinning. "We'll be down to join you as soon as we take care of a little unfinished business up here."

Dave and Trish went running down the steps to the basement, and she dragged her husband down onto the mattress.

"Explain to me why it is that I think you and Mike haven't really been bored while I was away," Dave teased mockingly, planting a gentle kiss on her mouth. "Something tells me that the two of you got to know each other pretty well in the past few days."

"Are you angry?" she asked, although she knew that he really wasn't.

"What the hell for?" he asked. "But just for the record, what kind of things did the two of you get into while the cat was away?"

"Oh, that bastard brother of yours," Trish pouted in mock anger. "He was meaner than hell to me. He tied me to the bed upstairs and he fucked my ass hole with a rope belt, and…"

"What?" Mike asked incredulously as his cock began to grow ever harder.

"Yes!" she continued, noticing the rise of his prick. "And you'll never believe what he did to me down here. Well, maybe it would be better if I showed you, instead of just telling it."

Within a few minutes, Trish was stretched spread-eagle between floor and ceiling, her wrists attached to the traverse winch, her ankles spread and manacled to the two pipes that held her thighs far apart. Dave stood before her, looking through glazed eyes at the beautiful expanse of naked female flesh secured helpless and at his command. His body was shining with sweat, and his cock stood out hard and angry like a sword to be stabbed through her guts. "Want to be fucked?" he panted, walking over and crushing both her nipples painfully. "You want to have the shit fucked out of your cunt?"

"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Trish moaned, feeling her pussy begin to churn with fuck juices just at the thought of being chained and fucked.

For a few moments, Dave played with her body, teasing until she whimpered. Trish hadn't seen him bring the huge dildo down with them, but he suddenly produced it from behind his back. He stepped up quickly and fucked his searing cock deep into the cum slimed recesses of her pussy.

"Oh yes," Trish moaned, "shove that big prick all the way into my guts!"

With no warning, he suddenly planted the head of the heavy rubber cock inside the tight ring of her ass and fucked it deep into her quivering asshole.

"Aieeeeeeeee!" the doubly-stabbed young woman shrieked as a wave of pleasure and agony washed across her senses. The two cocks rubbed together with only a thin membrane of flesh separating them. Trish's back arched sharply. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she shrieked, with her tortured joy.

"Yesssssss! Jesus fucking Christ!" she screamed. "It's like two big cocks fucking me at once!"

"Would you like that?" Mike grinned evilly. "Would you like a cock in your cunt and another cock up your ass?"

"Oh yes!" she grunted. "You and Mike fucking me at the same time."

"Nothing like keeping it all in the family," a voice spoke up from behind her.

In the midst of her passion, Trish hadn't been aware of Mike coming down the steps. But suddenly he jerked the rubber cock out of her ass and fucked his own massive prick up her ass in its place.

"Oh, Dave… oh, Mike!" Trish moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!"

Together, the brothers fucked in and out of her buttery cunt and the steaming depths of her asshole. The friction burned through her guts from front and back.

And as the trembling convulsions of her passion grew ever stronger, the wildly fucking young woman knew that her new life was going to be even better than she had ever dreamed.

Content

Pamela Cooper
The wife_s horny in-laws

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE