extreme rape

Home invasion, of a judge’s vacation cottage, by a vindictive crew of sadists and rapists

THE JUDGE’S FAMILY TERROR, by Animal

“Court is in recess,” announced Judge Bryan Franklin, banging his gavel. At thirty-nine, he had been on the bench for three years, was still one of the youngest Criminal Court judges in the history of the state. He was known as a tough, but fair jurist, and had never been reversed.

“All rise,” ordered his Bailiff, George Adamson, his teammate from high school football, and best man at both of his weddings.


Bryan rose, smiled at the court regulars, mostly admiring women, and retired to his chambers. George followed him a few moments later, as Bryan was hanging up his robe. “A whole month off!” George said, envious, “Going up to the lake?”

Bryan nodded. “Hey, you’ve got some time coming, why don’t you come up?”

“I’d just be in your way, Bryan.”

“Bullshit! I’d be happy to have some male company. A month alone with three females . . .”

“Yeah, three beautiful females. You’re a lucky son of a bitch, Bryan.” George had been divorced for many years.

“I know, I know. But I mean it. Take some time off and join us. Bring Sherri up, if she wants.”

Sherri was George’s nineteen-year-old daughter.

“I just might. There’s a few fish in that lake I’ve never caught.”

“Groceries first, then bags,” LeeAnn announced pleasantly as Bryan stopped the car beside the cottage.

They had always called it ‘the cottage,’ but it would almost qualify as a mansion. It had been built by LeeAnn’s grandfather, who had been a Justice of the State Supreme Court. Built of stone and timber, it had a full basement, five bedrooms, four and a half baths, and a commanding view of the lake and the mountains to the south.

“Okay, Sergeant,” laughed sixteen-year-old Karen as she opened the liftgate at the back of the Grand Cherokee. She and her sister, fifteen-year-old Andrea, each grabbed two bags of groceries as LeeAnn unlocked the side door of the cottage.

Bryan and LeeAnn picked up the remaining four bags of groceries and followed the girls in, and up the steps to the kitchen.

They heard the terrorizing sound of a racking shotgun behind them.

“Just put the groceries down,” growled a deep voice, “and don’t make any sudden moves. We’ve got guns.”

Two men with handguns entered from the dining room; a tall, bald man and a slender, younger man with greasy hair.

“Who . . . are you?” Bryan asked. “What do you want?”

“We’ll get around to that in time,” said the bearded man with the shotgun. “For now, we’re the people with guns and knives, and you’re the people without. I said put the groceries down,” he growled. “On the table, now!”

Bryan nodded, and the girls, and then LeeAnn placed their grocery bags on the heavy old table in the center of the kitchen, and Bryan put his bags next to them. “Okay, we did,” he said. “We aren’t going to be any trouble. Please, take what you want and leave.”

“Living room,” the bearded man ordered.

The larger man with a handgun led them through the dining room and into the huge front room of the cottage, and the bearded leader and the skinny third man followed them. The room was impressive: a vaulted ceiling, a huge fieldstone fireplace, solid wooden paneling, and a balcony across the rear of the room.

A pretty, slender brunette was waiting for them. Bryan thought she looked familiar.

“Girls, on the couch,” the leader ordered, gesturing with the shotgun.

Andrea and Karen were pale, despite their healthy tans. They meekly went to the heavy leather couch and sat down.

“You,” to LeeAnn, “the big chair for now.”

The leader nodded to the two men. “Ropes.”

They began tying the girls’ wrists in front of them. “Don’t, Please,” they sobbed.

“I know you,” Bryan blurted, “Carson, Martin Carson.”

“You got a great memory, your fucking honor,” the bearded man replied.

It was one of Bryan’s cases as a young Assistant District Attorney. Bryan had prosecuted Martin Carson, then twenty-four, for the statutory rape of a fourteen-year-old. He turned toward the brunette, and you’re . . . Lynda Benedict.”

“You said you wanted to make an example of me,” Carson said angrily. “I had a job, responsibilities, and I wanted to marry her.”

“My parents didn’t like me seeing an older man, and I talked him into getting me pregnant so they’d have to let us get married,” the brunette added.

“But you didn’t want to hear that,” Carson said, “you wanted headlines so you could get elected as DA. Shit, you didn’t even have any opposition. I was going to vote for you myself! I had a business, a gas station, and I was taking care of my mother! I wanted to marry Lynda! But you called me a pervert and made sure I went to prison as a child molester!” He turned toward LeeAnn, “and your old man sentenced me! Ten to twenty!”

“My parents made me have the baby,” said Lynda, “and then give it up.”

“I had a job to do,” explained Bryan. “I was ambitious, young … I’m sorry that things worked out the way they did for you. And although I didn’t do anything wrong, I think I’d do things different now.”

“That sure makes up for a lot,” said Carson angrily. “Back up against that post.”

Bryan backed against one of the posts that supported the balcony.

“Hands up, and behind the post.”

Lynda snapped police handcuffs on Bryan’s wrists above his head and behind the post.

“This isn’t a good idea, Martin,” said Bryan as evenly as he could. “Whatever you’re planning, you won’t get away with it.”

“Planning? You’re right, your fucking honor. I’ve been planning. For years. And you’re wrong, we will get away with it.”

“I’m telling you … ” Bryan began.

“Shut the fuck up! When you talk out of turn, someone gets hurt. Donkey, show the man.”

The big gunman punched LeeAnn in the abdomen. She crumpled to the floor, hands to her tummy.

“LeeAnn!” cried Bryan.

“One of the girls is next, smart mouth. Got something to say?”

Bryan swallowed and bit his lip.

“We’ve got some rules,” Carson said in a pleasant tone. “Rule one is to keep quiet, unless we ask you something or tell you to speak. You just had a mild example of the kind of thing that happens when one of you breaks rule one. You don’t get punished; someone else gets punished.

“Rule two is do what you are told, when and how you are told to do it. Break rule two and another family member gets punished.

“We’ll make other rules as we go along. Now, your fucking honor, do you understand rules one and two?”

Clenching his teeth, Bryan nodded.

Carson looked at him for a moment, then turned and watched as the big man called Donkey pulled LeeAnn to her feet. “You, Cunt! Did you hear rules one and two?”

Leanne’s eyes widened. “What did … ” She realized she was about to get someone else hurt, “Yes, I heard them.”

“I’m gonna love this,” Carson said. He turned toward the frightened girls. “You two, do you understand the rules?”

Andrea and Karen both nodded, trembling.

“Okay. Rule three is you always tell the truth.” He looked at the girls. “Have either of you ever seen your dad’s cock?”

“No!” they gasped, almost in unison.

Carson looked at Lynda, who began unfastening Bryan’s belt.

“Please, Martin, don’t do this,” Bryan begged. “Leave them out of whatever you are going to do. They had nothing to do with anything that happened to you.”

Lynda pulled the belt out of the loops.

“That’s a rule one violation,” said Carson. “Pete, Stand one of the girls up.”

The skinny man grabbed Karen’s bound wrists and jerked her to her feet. The blonde teenager was terrified.

“Lynda, use the belt.”

Lynda lashed Karen across her buttocks five times with Bryan’s belt. Karen cried out in pain, and Pete pushed her back to the couch.

Lynda unzipped Bryan’s Dockers, unbuttoned the waist, and jerked them down past his knees. Bryan had remained athletic in adulthood, and was only five pounds over his college graduation weight. He jogged five miles three times a week, and worked out at least half an hour daily.

“Nice legs,” Lynda drawled as she ran her hand from his knee to the pouch of his low-rise bikini briefs. “Not too hairy.” She cupped his genitals and chuckled.

She knelt and held the Dockers. “Step out of them,” she ordered.

Bryan let her help him take off his slacks, and then his sneakers and socks. He already felt naked, although he still wore a golf shirt and the briefs.

“Looks like girl’s skivvies,” said Donkey.

“Maybe they are,” Pete added.

Lynda was still kneeling in front of Bryan. She Reached up and grabbed the elastic waist of his briefs, and tugged them down a couple inches.

“Tell his fucking honor what happened to you after they took the kid away,” Bryan said.

“My parents were convinced that I was a slut, and they convinced me too,” she said, tugging Bryan’s briefs a little lower, “so I became one. I let the boy next door fuck me, and then the paper boy when he came to collect, and they both had friends.”

Bryan felt the elastic of his briefs slide down and press against the root of his penis. He bit his lip as it slid lower, knowing that part of his penis was exposed. To his daughters!

She pulled slowly down. “I quit school, and ran away.”

Now only the head of his penis was covered.

“I worked the streets in San Diego, L.A., Phoenix.” She jerked the shorts down past his knees. “Went to Dallas and worked in some gentlemen’s clubs.” She fondled Bryan’s penis and cupped his testicles.

He couldn’t help it; he felt the tingle.

“Oh, yes,” Lynda said, “Nice cock!” she teased it some more. “Nude dancing, lap dances, and occasional trips to the back rooms. Most of them wanted blowjobs. But others wanted to fuck, some fucked me in the ass, and some just jacked off on my tits or my face.”

“Look at it!” Carson ordered the girls.

They turned away.

“Rule two, both of them. Lynda?”

Lynda picked up the belt and lashed Bryan across the abdomen, then again just above his pubic patch. The next one was across the tops of his thighs and penis, and elicited a grunt. She paused and grinned at him, and then looked down at his cock. He shook his head and gasped, and she laid another lash across his thighs and the slightly tumescent shaft of his penis. One more. A little lower, stinging the head of his penis. Bryan let out an agonized groan.

“Now look,” Carson again ordered the girls.

Bryan closed his eyes as his teenaged daughters were forced to look at his naked loins and Lynda caressed him into full hardness.

Carson laughed. “I read somewhere that it is more humiliating for a man to be stripped and exposed than if he is forced to do it himself. I wonder how they set up a lab experiment to prove it.” He laughed again and looked at LeeAnn. “And the opposite is true of women. Lynda, you got the shoes?”

Lynda held up a pair of red stiletto pumps, with extremely high heels. “What size do you wear, Bitch?” she asked LeeAnn.

LeeAnn swallowed. “Seven and a half, usually.”

“Put these on. They’re sevens.”

LeeAnn was about to object that the shoes were too small, but she saw the gleam in Carson’s eyes. He was waiting for her to speak out of turn or to refuse. She kicked off her sandals and forces her feet into the pumps. They were just small enough to hurt, and she was unsteady in heels anyway.

Bryan couldn’t help but notice how long and sleek her legs looked.

“The shirt first,” Carson told her. “Try to make it look sexy.”

LeeAnn slowly pulled her tee shirt up, over her face, and then over her head. She slowly slid each slender arm from the short sleeves, and looked unsure of what to do with the shirt.

Donkey took it, and tossed it into the cold fireplace.

“Tits don’t look very big, Martin,” said Pete.

“Let’s see. Show us, Cunt! And remember, make it sexy.”

Her bra was plain white. She reached behind her and released the single hook, and then shrugged the straps from her shoulders. She pulled each arm through, holding the cups in place with the other arm, and finally, she handed it to Donkey, who threw it into the fireplace.

LeeAnn’s face reddened as she felt her nipples stiffen.

“Not very big, but nice and firm,” Donkey said. “And great nipples!”

“What size?” Carson asked.

LeeAnn hesitated. She gulped. “Thirty-four. B”

“Pete?”

The skinny man pulled the bra from the sooty fireplace and looked for the label. “Thirty-four B,” he said.

“Good girl,” Carson said to LeeAnn. “Play with them.”

“I . . .” LeeAnn cupped her own breasts and kneaded them gently. She pushed them up, and then flattened them against her ribs, then squeezed them again.

“Nips too,” Carson ordered, “Pull on them.”

She wished they weren’t erect. She teased her nipples and fondled her breasts for a few more minutes, afraid to stop or one of them would hurt Bryan or the girls. She had babysat those girls when they were toddlers, and then when their mother was dying of cancer.
Bryan had been a protégé of her father’s, and she had known him most of her life. She’d had a teenage crush on him, even when he was married to Sharon, and after Sharon died she realized how much she had grown to love him and his daughters.

She had seen him often while she was in college, but they never dated and she never told him of her feelings until her graduation, when he gave her a big congratulatory kiss. She remembered how surprised he looked when she kissed him back passionately.

The girls had been delighted when he told him he wanted to marry her, and although it was always clear she was in charge, the three of them were more like sisters than stepparent and children.

She decided she would do anything they told her, no matter what, so that her family would not be hurt.

“Now the shorts.”

She unfastened her khaki shorts and slid them down her long legs. She risked a glance at Lynda, and realized that the dancer’s legs weren’t as good as hers.

She saw that Bryan was still hard, and the other men had shifted to allow their erections some room. She wanted to cry.

Donkey tossed her shorts into the fireplace.

“You gotta tease with your ass,” Lynda told her, “and show the beaver last.”

She had seen this in a movie, and she tried to do it the same way. She faced away from Carson, leaned forward and inched her briefs halfway down her buttocks, then faced him and pulled the front down to her mons. Another turn, and slid them down and off her buttocks, then forward and slide them down her thighs.

Donkey tossed them after her other clothes.

“Parade, show Pete everything,” Carson ordered.

LeeAnn stood in front of Pete and slowly turned. She gasped when he cupped her breasts and squeezed them, and she almost objected when he pulled her to him, cupped her buttocks and spread them.

“Now Donkey.”

Donkey stroked her blonde pubes, which she kept trimmed to wear a bikini. She held her breath when he slid his fat finger between her puffy pussy lips and fingered her swelling clitoris. She was getting wet!

“Her too.” Carson ordered, gesturing toward Lynda.

Lynda grinned triumphantly. She knew LeeAnn didn’t recognize her, but she remembered how the popular judge’s daughter always acted like a princess in junior high and high school. She stroked LeeAnn’s breasts and teased the thick pink nipples even more erect, and then stroked the blonde’s clitoris until she let out a gasp. “I also learned to like girls,” Lynda said with a grin.

“Okay, over to the fireplace.”

LeeAnn was puzzled for a moment, then Carson handed her a metal can of charcoal lighter. “Squirt this on your clothes.”

“Now, light the fire.” He handed her a kitchen match.

Trembling, she lit the match, and then touched it to her clothes. She knew this was symbolic. They were old clothes anyway.

“Now, this is where the fun starts,” Carson said, gesturing LeeAnn toward him. He put his arms around her and squeezed her buttocks. “I want you to kiss me and make me believe there is nothing you want more than to make me happy. I want lips, tongue, body and fingers all in action.”

LeeAnn wanted to tell him she’d rather kiss a slobbering St. Bernard Dog, but she looked up and pressed her mouth to his. She felt his hands kneading her buttocks, and his fingers tentatively exploring between them, while she opened her mouth and licked inside his.

He reached far enough to find her wet, and she tensed as he worked a finger into her. “Jeez, guys, she’s wet already!”

LeeAnn’s face reddened, and her vision became blurry with tears.

“Now, on your knees.”

The tears ran down her cheeks when she realized what he was going to make her do. She knelt slowly, unaware how sexy it looked for a beautiful young woman to kneel at the feet of a man.

“You know what to do,” he told her.

She unzipped him and pulled his semi-erect cock out. She had never seen an uncircumcised penis before, and she felt a brief urge to retch.

“He likes his balls licked, too,” Lynda told her. If it’s not the best blow job he ever had, the judge here gets hurt.”

Carson unfastened the waist of his work pants and let them fall. He was wearing no underwear.

LeeAnn tried to pretend it was Bryan, but Carson’s foreskin kept her aware that it was not. She licked his shaft and watched it grow. She pressed it up against his hairy belly and licked the underside and then his hairy scrotum.

“You girls watch,” Carson ordered, “There may be a surprise quiz.”

Hating Carson and hating herself, LeeAnn licked his stiff cock, and even slipped it into her mouth, then went back to his scrotum. She lifted it so she could lick the back of it as well, where the taste was somewhat bitter. Then in her mouth again. Tongue, no teeth, head forward until she gagged, and suck as she backed almost off. She made him wet with her saliva and stroked him with one hand while she caressed his balls with the other. Pump her face forward and back.

She heard Donkey remark, “It’s not a blow job if they don’t swallow.”

She hadn’t even thought about that!

Her tongue and jaws were getting tired. She wanted it to be over so she could stop, but she didn’t want him to ejaculate in her mouth. The thought made her almost retch again.

She felt him swell even more in her mouth, and she felt a rush under her fingertips where she was stroking his balls, and then he was pumping thick fluid into her mouth. For some unknown reason, she counted the spurts, two, three, four, five as she tried to swallow, six, seven was less forceful, eight almost nothing more came out, and nine, ten, and eleven were just spasms. Some had dribbled from the corners of her mouth and was smeared around it. She swallowed again.

“That was pretty good, Carson told her, “No, don’t!” he snapped as she went to wipe her mouth. “Stand up.” He studied her face a moment. “Your name is now Cumface. Go kiss your husband.”

She couldn’t help it. “I can’t!” she cried, and wiped the semen from around her mouth.

“Rule one and rule two,” Carson said, shaking his head. “Donkey, get one of the girls.”

“Don’t, Please, I’ll . . . do it!” LeeAnn sobbed. “If you have to hurt someone, hurt me! Please don’t touch the girls, I’ll do . . . whatever you want.”

Bryan could hold back no longer. “I’m the one you want to get even with,” he blurted.

“What you fail to understand,” said Carson with a smile, “is that is exactly what I’m doing. You took me away from the girl I loved; you caused us to lose the only child we could ever have. We lost twelve years because of you! Donkey, time to unwrap the rest of our presents.”

Donkey chuckled and jerked Karen from the couch. Bryan bit his tongue to keep from shouting out his objection, knowing that would only make things worse. He felt tears run down his cheeks.

Holding Karen’s bound wrists high above her head, Donkey ripped her shirt from her slender body, and then her bra, her shorts, and her briefs. He shoved the terrified teenager back to the leather couch and pulled her sister to her feet. He took more time with Andrea, and fondled her breasts when she was naked. “Bigger tits than, uh, Cumface,” he said, approving.

“What’s your bra size?” Carson asked the sobbing girl.

Andrea managed to choke out, “Thirty … Thirty-five. C.”

Pete picked up the ruined bra. “Thirty-three A,” he said.

“Aha! Caught in a lie!” Carson said. “Lynda, please?”

Lynda swung the belt across LeeAnn’s flat little tummy. LeeAnn cried out and crossed her forearms over her midsection.

“That’s not mine!” Karen cried, “That’s my sister’s!”

“Talking out of turn! Lynda?”

Lynda slashed Bryan’s belt across LeeAnn’s breasts. LeeAnn cried out again and cradled her breasts in her arms.

“You got four more coming, Cumface,” Lynda told her. “If you can keep your hands on top of your head. If one of the guys has to hold you, it’ll be . . . fifteen, on top of what you already got. Now put your hands on top of your head.”

LeeAnn wanted to ask how they were counted, but she realized the punishment was arbitrary. She put her hands on top of her head and interlaced her fingers.

Her eyes were filled with tears and she couldn’t see Lynda aiming. She expected all four to be across her breasts, but Lynda laid one lash across her tummy, then one across her breasts, one across the front of her thighs, and finally another across her breasts. She cried out softly with each blow.

Pete picked up the other bra. “Damn, she was telling the truth! This one is a thirty-four C.”

Carson shrugged and looked at LeeAnn. “Now go kiss your husband.”

Meekly, LeeAnn walked over to Bryan, lifted up her tear-stained face to his, and kissed him. He tried to ignore the taste, and to let her know by his kiss that he would always love her.

“Now, we need a volunteer to take care of Donkey,” Carson said. “If no one volunteers, I’ll let Donkey pick someone to fuck.”

LeeAnn turned around. “I … I’ll do it.”

“New rule!” Carson announced. You no longer use the words ‘I’ or ‘me.’ You always use the name I’ve given you. Now who wants to volunteer?”

LeeAnn sobbed, and replied, “Cumface will.”

“Cumface will what”?”

“Cumface will … have sex … with Donkey.”

“You’re not going to ‘have sex,’ you’re going to fuck donkey’s brains out! Say it!”

“Cumface will … fuck Donkey’s brains out,” whimpered LeeAnn

“You’ll need the couch,” Carson said. He took Karen’s bound hands and gently pulled her to her feet, and led her over to Bryan. “Sit.” He made her sit between Bryan’s feet and lean against his legs with the back of her head in his naked crotch. “You,” he told her, “You got nice little tits, but there isn’t much there. Your name is Titless.”

Karen began crying.

“Say it!” he snapped.

Karen mumbled.

“Out loud! My name is …”

“My name is … Titless!”

He led Andrea over to Bryan and made her sit on the floor beside him, one leg behind Bryan’s feet, and the other on Andrea’s lap. “We’ll call you Cuntcream. Say it!”

“My name … is … Cuntcream.”

“Very good. And his fucking honor is Dickbreath. If he knows what’s good for his little girls, he’ll tell us all what his name is.”

Gritting his teeth, Bryan said softly, “My name is Dickbreath.”

“Now, Dickbreath, tell Cumface to fuck Donkey and make it good, and tell Titless and Cuntcream to watch.”

Teeth clenched and tears in his eyes, Bryan uttered the humiliating words.

“Don’t kiss him,” Lynda told LeeAnn, “He doesn’t eat cum!”

LeeAnn stood stiffly and let the big man fondle her breasts and her sex. He teased her clitoris for a while, and probed inside her vagina with two fingers. “She’s nice and wet,” he announced, “I think she wants some cock. Don’t you, Cumface?”

“No,” she sighed.

“What do you think?” Carson asked Lynda. “She knows what we want to hear, but she said no. I figure that’s disobedient.”

“But if she said yes, she’d be lying,” Lynda replied.

“If she tells us what we want to hear, and what she wants the others to do, I’d be willing to let her off,” Carson said.

LeeAnn steeled herself. “Cumface wants … Donkey’s … cock. And Cumface wants Dickbreath and Titless and Cuntcream to watch you fuck … Cumface … really hard.”

“That was very good, Cumface. Now get Donkey’s cock out.”

She unzipped him and reached in. Her eyes widened, his cock felt as big around as her wrist, and she had almost her entire forearm down his leg before she found the end of it. She wrestled his huge erection out and gasped, “Jesus!”

“Now you know why we call him Donkey,” said Carson. “Does that count as speaking out of turn?” he asked Lynda.

She laughed, “She couldn’t help it. That’s what everyone does the first time they see that baseball bat. But it still counts.” She lashed the belt across Bryan’s chest as hard as she could.

LeeAnn couldn’t believe what she was holding. It would split her open! But she knew that if she didn’t take him on, one of the girls would be forced to.

“Lick it first,” Donkey ordered, “And suck it a little. Everybody knows you’re good at that!”

She licked the incredible monster, up and down each side, top and bottom, and she forced the plum-sized head into her mouth. She stroked him, hoping fervently that he’d let go without actually screwing her.

“Don’t worry,” Donkey chuckled, “I’m not gonna cum in your mouth. I’m savin’ that for your pussy!”

He led her to the couch and dropped his work pants and made her lick his huge hairy balls. Then he picked her up by the hips and lifted her to his face and licked her vulva. He parted her labia with his tongue and licked her cleft, long tongue strokes from her vagina to her clitoris. He sucked on her clitoris and fingered her. Two fingers. Three, and it hurt a little.

LeeAnn moaned.

Four fingers. He twisted his hand one way, then the other, and she felt her tissues and muscles stretch.

And she was very, very wet. She was afraid he’d keep this up until she had an orgasm!

He lowered her toward his lap. She hadn’t gone very far when she felt his erection prodding her loins. “Guide it,” he told her.

She reached beneath her and guided the huge organ to her opening. She was grateful that she was facing him, and not her husband and stepdaughters.

“Ooooohhh,” she moaned as the head pressed slightly into her. Then another groan as he let her down a little more, and a yelp as it slipped in.

“No, not so fast!” she cried.

He lifted her and dropped her a little more. It Hurt!

Another bounce. The head was in! It felt a little smaller just behind it!

Another bounce, and a couple more inches, Thicker again. She felt if he lifted her off now, her entire insides would spill out.

“Jesus, what a tight little pussy!” Donkey growled as he went deeper.

“To you, they’re all tight,” said Pete.

“This one’s really tight.”

Then some smooth strokes as he lifted her and lowered her again and again, and each time she felt him even deeper. The strokes became longer and longer. And stretched her more and more, because his cock was tapered, and thickest at the base. And she was sliding closer and closer to the base with each stroke.

Tears ran down Bryan’s face as he watched the big man with the outsized erection ravish his beautiful wife. And he was aroused.

Donkey began turning LeeAnn a little to the left with each stroke, and stopped at one point to lift her right leg across his chest. She was sideways, and he kept turning her until her back was to him.

She was facing her family, but she could not look at them. She looked down, and saw what looked like several inches of his cock to go, and he was already prodding her cervix at the bottom of each stroke.

He slouched back and made her lean back. By sliding her up and down on his chest, he was fucking her deeper than anyone had ever been.

Bryan could not take his eyes away. When Donkey slid her up, his cock came almost out of her. It was impossible to believe how much of him went inside her when he slid her down. Lynda reached down and began stroking Bryan’s cock. “You look like you could use some help,” she sneered.

Donkey began caressing LeeAnn’s clitoris. “I’m gonna see how many times I can make you cum,” he told her.

Moments later, her body tensed and she let out a long, low groan as she had an orgasm.

“That’s one,” Lynda told Bryan as she continued stroking him. Just after she said “two,” she felt a warning spasm. She kept stroking, but aimed his cock at Andrea’s face. “Don’t you dare move, Cuntcream!” she ordered the teenager, “Dickbreath is going to cum in your face.”

Bryan groaned as he came, and Lynda aimed it at Andrea’s mouth. Jets of Bryan’s cum hit her upper lip, the bridge of her nose, inside one nostril, and the joining of her lips. Lynda let his leaking, softening cock fall to Karen’s head. She wiped her hand across Bryan’s mouth and laughed.

Just after Lynda counted “Three,” Donkey grunted and began pumping the beautiful slender blond faster and more forcefully up and down his cock, and then white froth began seeping out where they were joined.

Finally, he relaxed, and they both lay quietly, catching their breaths. No one else spoke a word until Donkey pushed the limp woman off. “Clean me with your mouth,” he ordered.

LeeAnn was totally demoralized, and too weak to resist. She knelt in front of him and licked him clean. He was softer, but still huge. He made her push the foreskin back to clean under it.

“Now go over and kiss Dickbreath again,” Carson ordered.

LeeAnn went to Bryan’s other side, opposite Andrea, but Lynda stopped her. “No, from the front.”

This placed her leaking pussy right in front of Karen’s face while she kissed her husband. The taste was stronger this time.

“I bet Dickbreath never made her cum like that,” said Lynda. “Right, Cumface?”

LeeAnn shook her head.

“Answer me!” shouted Lynda.

LeeAnn gulped. “No, he … Dickbreath never … made me … cum like that.”

“Now we have another choice,” Carson announced. “I like giving you choices, Cumface. Tell me which you want to do, have Titless lick Donkey’s cum out of your stretched-out pussy, or let Pete fuck you in the ass?”

She gulped. She and Bryan had tried anal intercourse one time, early in their marriage, and it had hurt too much to complete. But she was determined to protect the girls. “Please … let Pete fuck Cumface in the ass.”

Pete made her unzip his jeans and pull his cock out. She was slightly relieved to realize that his cock was smaller than the others.

“Hands and knees, right here,” Pete ordered, pointing to the floor in front of Bryan and the girls. He got his own cock out and drove it into her vagina first. “Gotta get my cock wet,” he said, “or it might hurt me.”

The others laughed.

“Trouble is, she’s so fucking loose now I don’t think I can get both sides wet at the same time!” Pete added. He reached under her and cupped her breasts.

His cock wasn’t as big as Donkey or Martin, but he wasn’t small either. Maybe smaller than Bryan, she thought. She hoped. She’d never done this before. She knew it would hurt.

Then he pulled out, positioned his erection against her anus, and slowly drove it into her. LeeAnn screamed.

“At least her asshole is still tight,” Pete snickered. “Oh, yes!” He drew back and pumped deeper and deeper. He wasn’t at all gentle. He fucked her hard, pounding his hips against her buttocks, while he squeezed her breasts, using them as handles. His scrotum slapped against her vulvae with each stroke.

The burning went away after a minute or two. It still hurt, but it was more of an ache than a sharp pain. When the pain had dwindled almost to discomfort, he came.

He leaned forward on her back and panted and LeeAnn felt his cock soften. Then he suddenly pulled out of her and went around in front of her. “Clean your shit off my cock!” he ordered her.

She looked in horror at his dangling cock. Slick and wet, with faint streaks of white and brown. Then, aware that refusal, or even more hesitation would get Bryan or one of the girls whipped until she complied, she leaned forward and licked. She almost retched at the bitter taste. She forced back the bile and slurped his soft cock into her mouth.

This time she did retch, but there was nothing solid to come up but bile.

Martin Carson was grinning. “Okay, now I need another volunteer to eat Lynda’s pussy until she cums.”

She couldn’t allow one of the girls to be forced to perform a lesbian sex act. “I’ll …” LeeAnn quickly corrected herself, “I mean, Cumface will … eat Lynda’s pussy.” She felt sick to her stomach. “Please let … Cumface eat Lynda’s pussy!”

“How could a girl turn down an offer like that?” snickered Lynda. She slouched down in the big chair and pulled her short skirt up to her waist. She was completely shaved, and she wasn’t wearing panties. “Crawl over here, Cumface,” she ordered in a soft, sexy voice.

LeeAnn wanted to sink through the floor. As she crawled on her hands and knees toward the grinning brunette, Lynda spread her legs and pulled her knees to her chest.

Leanne hesitated in front of the chair. She could smell the girl’s arousal. She took a deep breath and then forced herself to press her face into the loins of the self-described prostitute and one-time high-school slut.

“Tell me what you’re gonna do,” Lynda ordered.

“Cumface is … going to eat your pussy.”

“And …”

“And make you cum.”

“Then get started!”
LeeAnn began licking the smooth lips of Lynda’s pussy. She felt her tongue slip between them, and she tasted another woman for the first time in her life. She found Lynda’s clitoris and teased it with her tongue.

“Oh yes,” sighed Lynda, “This bitch has done it before!”

LeeAnn wanted to argue. She felt her face redden. She licked the length of Lynda’s cleft and drew the swelling clitoris between her lips.

“Oh, yes, she’s good at this. Don’t get me off too soon, Cumface. Put your tongue in me … Yes! Just like that! Fuck me with your tongue!” She moaned contentedly as LeeAnn pumped her tongue in and out.

“Lick all around it! And lick my asshole too!”

LeeAnn drew back. “No!” she cried, “I can’t do that!”

Martin grabbed Karen’s long blonde hair in his fist and pulled her, wailing, to her feet. “Rule One and Two,” he said. He punched Karen once in each breast with his other fist. “One!” he said, and then punched her again in each breast. “And Two!” Then he looked at LeeAnn with a grin. “Get back to work,” he told her.

LeeAnn bent forward again and touched her tongue to Lynda’s anus.

“OOOooohhh!” cried Lynda. “More of that!”

Trying to ignore the bitter taste, LeeAnn began licking the puffy little rosebud, and when she thought it was enough, she licked up the slippery cleft and suckled on Lynda’s clitoris. She knew she had to make this good for Lynda, and she tried to do what she liked Bryan to do to her. Plus the extra attention to Lynda’s anus.

Very quickly, Lynda began sighing and moaning, and then her moans became ragged and at last she pulled LeeAnn’s face into her wet cleft and she let out a long series of yelps as she came.

Lynda held the blonde woman’s face in her hands and rubbed her wet sex with it. “Now, Cumface, was that the best cunt you ever gobbled?”

“Yes,” LeeAnn replied truthfully.

“Complete response!” ordered Carson.

“That was the best … cunt I … Cumface ever gobbled,” LeeAnn replied through clenched teeth.

“Time to get to work,” Carson announced. “Cumface, go take care of the groceries. You got any steaks in there?”

It took LeeAnn a moment to realize what he was talking about. “Yes.”

“We’ll have four steaks, medium. Mushrooms, fries, and a decent cabernet. On your best china. Pete, you keep an eye on her in there.” He grinned at Bryan, and looked down at the two naked teenagers. “Cuntcream, get up.”

When Andrea didn’t respond immediately to the nickname Carson had given her, he yelled, “CUNTCREAM! Goddammit, I told you to get UP!”

Andrea gasped, and when her lips parted, some of her father’s cum dripped into her mouth. She quickly tried to spit it out, and it spattered on her sister’s naked little breasts. Karen had been leaning forward, to avoid contact with her father’s cock, and when she jerked back, she drove the back of her head into Bryan’s crotch.

Bryan grunted and tried to double up from the sudden pain in his balls, and Carson, Donkey, and Lynda laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Pete asked from the kitchen.

Lynda told him, “Cuntcream tasted some of her father’s cum by accident, and she spit it out. It landed on Titless, and she jerked back and hit Dickbreath in the balls. I wish I had a picture of that!”

Meanwhile, Andrea had managed to stand up.

“Titless! Do you know you just hit Dickbreath in the Balls?” asked Carson.

Karen nodded, her face red.

“Don’t just nod your head! Answer me!”

“Yes,” Karen replied.

Carson reached out and pinched Andrea’s nipple. “That wasn’t a complete answer!” he said, “So Cuntcream gets hurt.” He twisted the tender nipple until Andrea groaned, and she tasted more of her father’s cum. She pressed her lips tightly together.

Karen swallowed. “Yes, I know … Titless knows … that she hit … Dickbreath … in the … balls.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes, Titless is sorry. She didn’t mean to do it.”

“Tell him.”

She couldn’t call her father that humiliating name, until Carson twisted her sister’s nipple again. When she heard Andrea groan again, she began, “Dickbreath, Titless is sorry she … hurt you.”

“You better prove that you mean it,” Lynda said.

Karen looked at the dark-haired woman with a puzzled expression.

“Kiss him where it hurts,” Lynda ordered, “and keep kissing until he tells you it feels good.”

“NO!” Bryan cried, “Not my daughter!”

Carson moved behind Andrea and held both her firm breasts. He pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and cruelly twisted them back and forth. Andrea wailed. He pulled them away from her chest until she thought he would tear them off, and she wailed again. “You must like to hear your girls scream, Dickbreath, or you would have kept your fucking mouth shut!”

Bryan wanted to cry.

“Titless, get busy and prove that you’re sorry you hurt Dickbreath’s balls. Kiss them!” Lynda ordered.

Karen turned and looked at her father’s loins. His cock wasn’t fully soft, and the head hung just lower than his hairy scrotum. She’d have to push it aside to kiss his balls, and she knew they wouldn’t let her use her hands. As gingerly as she could, she pushed his cock to the side with her face, and softly kissed his scrotum.

“No, you dumb shit!” complained Lynda, “when you kiss a man’s balls, you open your mouth and use your tongue! You tease each ball with your tongue, and then you suck it into your mouth and lick it! Then you do the other one!”

Bryan felt his daughter’s breath on his cock and his scrotum, and the feathery touch of her lips on his scrotum had stirred something he didn’t want. Then he felt her tongue exploring his scrotum and finding his right testicle, then her open mouth around it as she sucked it in and licked it thoroughly, and a little too aggressively. He grunted.

Karen released his testicle and moved to the other side, and noticed that his cock was longer, and firmer. It no longer rested against his scrotum, but lifted away. It was getting HARD!

It was definitely firmer when she pushed it to the other side and began probing his scrotum with her tongue. That testicle hung lower than the first one! She sucked it into her mouth and licked the captive lump, and Bryan groaned. And she felt his cock rising, growing, against the side of her face. She wanted to puke! She had just given her father an erection.

“Does it feel good yet, Dickbreath?” asked Lynda.

“Yes,” Bryan croaked out between clenched teeth.

“Tell Titless.”

“Ka – Titless, that feels good now. You can stop.”

Karen released his scrotum and jerked her head back.

“Titless,” said Lynda, “You hit his cock too. You probably hurt it, so you better prove you’re sorry.”

Karen’s eyes went wide. Her father’s hardon was pointed directly at her mouth. She shook her head slightly. She couldn’t do that!

Then she heard Andrea groan as Carson pinched and twisted her aching nipples. “God! No! That hurts!” Andrea wailed.

“Leave her alone! I’ll do it!” Karen cried. She quickly leaned forward, taking half of her father’s cock in her mouth. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“Keep licking it until he tells you it feels good!” Lynda ordered.

Almost sobbing, Bryan said, “Titless, that feels good. Please stop now!”

Karen had felt his cock growing even larger and harder.

“Now,” said Lynda, “your job is to keep his cock hard like that, but don’t let him cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Karen sobbed, “I – Titless understands.”

“Titless understands what?” Lynda demanded.

“Titless understands that she has to keep … Dickbreath’s … cock hard, and not to let him … cum.”

Carson taunted her, “You ever suck a cock before, Titless?”

“No!” she snapped back. then, remembering, she said, “Titless has never sucked a cock before.”

“How about you, Cuntcream? You ever suck a cock?”

“No, Cuntcream has never sucked a cock,” Andrea replied.

Karen quickly looked up at her sister, who had told her about sucking her boyfriend off.

“I think someone just told a lie,” said Lynda. “Sister knows it was a lie.”

Bryan didn’t want to hear any of this. His cock began to droop.

“Titless, keep his cock hard!” Lynda ordered.

Karen licked the head of Bryan’s cock and drew it into her mouth again, and she felt it grow.

“We’ll let Cuntcream get away with one lie, if she tells us the truth and all the details. Who it was, when, and where, what his cock looked like, and did she eat the cum. Otherwise, we’ll have to hurt someone.”

Andrea gulped. “I did … Cuntcream did suck a boy’s cock.” She couldn’t look at her father. “It was … Jimmy.”

Bryan played golf with Jimmy’s father.

“It was after the prom,” Andrea continued, “And we were in his car, kissing and stuff, and …”

Lynda interrupted, “Kissing and what stuff? Did he play with your tits?”

Andrea nodded. “He – I let him – Cuntcream let him feel her … breasts. And Cuntcream felt his … cock. It was hard, in his pants. And he unzipped and I – Cuntcream – pulled it out, and stroked it …”

“Was that the first time you felt his cock?” Lynda asked.

“No. Cuntcream usually made him … cum … with her hand. But this time … he always wanted m … Cuntcream to … use her mouth, and this time … Cuntcream kissed it … and sucked it.”

“Describe it!”

“It was big …”

“As big as Donkey’s cock?”

“No, God no! I don’t know … Cuntcream doesn’t know how big.”

Bryan wanted her to stop, but he was afraid to speak and get someone hurt. And he wanted Karen to stop. Karen seemed to realize this, and pulled her head back.

“Was it as big as Dickbreath’s cock?” Lynda asked.

“Yes. as big as Dickbreath’s cock. Maybe a little bigger.”

“Did he cum in your mouth?”

“No, he didn’t. He told Cuntcream when he was about to cum, and Cuntcream finished him with her hand.”

“Lick your lips,” Lynda told her.

Andrea closed her eyes and licked her lips, collecting her father’s cum on her tongue. She made a face as she swallowed.

“Is that the best cum you’ve ever tasted?” asked Lynda.

“Yes it’s the best cum Cuntcream has ever tasted.”

Lynda used her finger to scrape the other globs of semen from Andrea’s face. “Open your mouth and eat the rest of it.” She put her finger in Andrea’s mouth and the beautiful blonde teenager sucked the semen from her finger and swallowed.

“Did Jimmy ever lick your cunt” Lynda asked.

“No! Jimmy never … licked Cuntcream’s … cunt.”

“Did Jimmy ever fuck you?” Lynda asked.

Andrea hesitated too long.

“The truth,” Lynda reminded her.

Andrea sobbed. “Yes. Jimmy … fucked Cuntcream. Once.”

“Did he get your cherry?”

“Yes. Jimmy got Cuntcream’s cherry.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No, well, a little …”

“Did you cum? And make your answer more complete.”

“Yes. Cuntcream came when Jimmy fucked her.”

“When Jimmy fucked her what?”

“When Jimmy fucked her cunt.”

“When did this happen?”

“Last night,” sobbed Andrea.

Bryan wanted to kill Jimmy!

“How about you, Titless?” asked Lynda. “Did you ever suck a cock? I mean before now.”

“No, Titless has never sucked a cock … before now.”

“Any guys ever play with your tits?”

“No, No one ever played with Titless’s … tits.” This was not true, but she had never told her sister.

“No fucking wonder,” commented Lynda.

Karen’s face went red.

“I think they’re adorable little boobs,” said Carson. “Want me to play with them, Titless?”

“No! I mean, Titless does not want you to play with her tits.”

Lynda laughed. “Has anyone ever fucked your cunt, Titless?”

Karen replied softly. “No one had ever fucked Titless’s cunt.”

“The steaks are ready!” announced Pete.

Carson made the girls set the table with LeeAnn’s heirloom Limoges china, Waterford crystal goblets, and Gorham sterling, on her antique linen tablecloth. LeeAnn had to put the steaks, mushrooms, and french fries in matching serving dishes and bring it out on a tray. Andrea and Karen each had a bottle of vintage wine and had to keep the goblets filled, while LeeAnn kept the water goblets filled.
As Karen poured wine in Donkey’s goblet, he reached back and fondled her naked buttocks, and she splashed a little wine on the tablecloth. LeeAnn gasped.

Carson squeezed Andrea’s bare buttocks, and when she didn’t spill any wine, he pinched. She did spill some wine.

They were deliberately messy eaters, and Pete even picked up the tablecloth to wipe his face.

“That was a great dinner, Cumface,” Carson said when they were finished. There were wine stains and gravy smears all over the valuable tablecloth. Lynda and Pete lit up cigarettes, and casually flicked ashes on the tablecloth.

“You want them to clean up and do the dishes?” asked Lynda.

“No, it’s time for after-dinner drinks and games,” Carson said. He lifted one corner of the tablecloth, and nodded at Pete and Donkey, who picked up their corners. Lynda grinned and raised her corner, and they each handed their corners to Donkey. “Why don’t you take care of this, Donkey?”

“No!” gasped LeeAnn as Donkey lifted the tablecloth almost clear of the table. Dishes clattered together, and something broke. He swung the bundle from the table and let it drop to the floor with a crash.

“Take it out to the trash,” Carson said.

Donkey lifted the bundle and dropped it several times, making sure everything was broken, and then carried it outside and threw it in a garbage can.

LeeAnn was sobbing. The Limoges had been in her family for at least five generations, and the tablecloth almost as long.

Carson stood up and put his arm around Karen’s shoulders. “It’s cherry bustin’ time, folks.”

“No!” cried Karen and Bryan simultaneously.

“Please, no?” Karen begged.

“Both of you talked out of turn,” said Carson coldly. “Lynda, put the cigarette out.”

Lynda grinned and took several long draws on her cigarette, and ground it out on LeeAnn’s breast, just above the nipple. LeeAnn cried out in pain, and tried to back away, but she was already against the table.

“Pete, put yours out too.” He glanced at Andrea.

Realizing what was about to happen, Andrea tried to get away, but Donkey grabbed her and twisted both arms behind her back. Andrea was forced to arch her back, which made her prominent breasts thrust forward.

“Don’t! Please!” she cried.

Pete took his time, holding the hot coal near one nipple, then the other, while the teenager’s wide eyes darted back and forth with fear.

Then Pete pinched one nipple and pulled, stretching her abused breast. He slowly ground out the cigarette against the inner curve of her flawless breast, a fraction of an inch from the pink areole. Andrea screamed in pain, and when he let her go, she crumpled to the floor, sobbing and holding her injured breast gently in both hands.

Carson glared at Bryan. “You got something to say, Dickbreath, your Fucking Honor?” He lit a cigarette and glanced at Karen. “Answer me!”

Bryan choked back his anger and his tears. “No, Dickbreath has nothing to say.”

Carson smiled. “Good. Cumface, we’ll have our brandy in the living room. In your best snifters, and served on a silver tray.”

Seething and sobbing, LeeAnn got out a silver tray and four beautiful brandy snifters, and poured Courvoisier into them. She served the brandy to the captors, and Carson took the tray from her.

“Donkey, Lynda, make sure our, uh, burn victims are secure.”

Donkey and Lynda forced Andrea and LeeAnn against two of the posts that supported the balcony and handcuffs their wrists behind the posts.

“Now, Titless, you’re the leading lady of the next scene. I want you on your back on the coffee table here.”

Reluctantly, Karen sat on the long walnut coffee table, and lay back. Lynda handcuffed the girl’s wrists beneath the table. Andrea sobbed, knowing full well that her precious virginity was going to be taken from her very soon.

“Check her out,” Carson told Lynda. He raised Karen’s legs and, after Lynda straddled that end of the coffee table, lowered them on either side of the brunette.

Karen bit her lip. Her legs were forced open wide, baring and opening her most private flesh. She winced when she felt Lynda’s fingers spread her sex open, and she gasped at the touch of Lynda’s touch in her cleft.

Lynda tickled the young beauty’s clitoris, then gently forced her finger into the virgin opening. “She’s dry,” she said. She wet her finger in her mouth, and this time her finger slid in.

Karen sobbed. Nothing had ever been in her before. She even used pads instead of tampons, to preserve her chastity.

Lynda pulled out the finger and wet it again. “Tastes good. Like a virgin,” she said. She slid the finger in again, deeper, making Karen gasp. “There! Yes, this is a bona fide cherry! And fucking tight!”

“Okay, who’s going to do the job?”

“I never had a cherry before,” said Pete.

“I could do it with my strap-on,” offered Lynda.

“I don’t think she’d like either one of you,” said Carson. “What about it, Titless? You want Pete to fuck you?”

Karen shook her head. She’d noticed that Pete had the smallest cock, but he was probably the meanest of the captors. “No,” she sobbed, “Titless doesn’t want Pete to … fuck her.”

“How about Lynda?”

Lynda was every bit as sadistic as Pete. “No, Titless doesn’t want Lynda to fuck her either.” It suddenly dawned on her that she had narrowed the field to Donkey and Carson. Donkey would kill her with that huge thing of his.

“I’d like to pop it for you,” Carson said, “But I plan to take your ass cherry later, and I don’t think one guy should get both cherries.”

Karen broke down completely.

“So I’ll let you choose,” Carson went on. “It’s up to you. Either Donkey – you know his cock is more than ten inches long? And it’s thick too. Ask Cumface!” He laughed. “Or … Dickbreath can do it.”

Karen sobbed louder. Not her father! Not anyone!

“You know, Titless,” commented Lynda, “Dickbreath would be the gentlest of all of us, and he’d have to take his time and make sure you’re wet and everything. I mean, it’s a hell of a lot easier when the guy goes down on you first; better yet if he sucks your cunt until you cum. Then you’re completely wet and it won’t hurt as much.”

“How about it, Donkey?” asked Carson. You want to do it?”

“Jesus!” exclaimed Lynda, “That’s like havin’ a baby! Probably tear her wide open!”

“Your choice, Titless. Pick one! Ask one of them to fuck you!”

She’d rather die!

“Pete, you got another cigarette?” asked Carson.

Pete grinned and lit a cigarette. “Who …?”

“Use it on Dickbreath.”

“No!” cried Karen. “I mean, Titless chooses …” she was torn between crippling pain and injury, and a terrible sin. “Dickbreath. Titless wants Dickbreath to … fuck her.”

Bryan thought his heart would explode. He had never in his life felt so powerless, so helpless. He had been sobbing softly, over the expectation that one of these sadistic criminals was going to rape his beautiful daughter right in front of him, and probably ruin her forever. At least he could be gentle, maybe even make it pleasant for her. And at the same time, he did not want to carry this sin for the rest of his life.

He could still feel her gentle mouth on his cock, and it began to rise.

“Hey, Dickbreath likes the idea!” announced Lynda. “He’s getting’ another woody!”

“Good!” said Carson. He finished his brandy, and threw the valuable crystal snifter into the fireplace, where it shattered. The other three finished their drinks, and smashed their snifter in the fireplace as well. Carson continued, “Donkey, let him loose. Pete, Lynda, the other two.” He looked at Bryan. “Dickbreath, you can take all the time you need, but don’t delay too much. And if you try anything … Lynda and Pete will just have to start carving on Cumface and Cuntcream.”

Lynda and Pete both showed Bryan their knives.

He had to do this! He had no choice at all! But he would be as gentle with Karen as he possibly could. He stopped halfway toward the coffee table and his innocent daughter, and raised his hand, gesturing for permission to speak.

Carson nodded. “You want to way a few words on this important occasion? Fuck you! Say anything and one of those two is gonna bleed. Maybe both of them!”

He wanted to tell Karen that he loved her, that he did not want to do this, but even more he did not want her to be ruined. To close her eyes and pretend that it was someone else.

“Get to it!” ordered Carson.

Bryan knelt beside the coffee table, and gently caressed his daughter’s beautiful face. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and gently rubbed her cheek with his own. Then he slid his hand down to her chest, and traced his fingertips over her small, firm breasts. Her nipples were already hard, but they swelled, the areoles becoming little puffies. He kissed her throat and moved down to kiss and suck her nipples gently.

Then her flat little belly and her navel.

He moved lower, and kissed at the edges of her pubes. He could smell the delicious clean scent of her sex, and he knew that he was arousing some desire in her. Pretend I’m someone else, a movie star or a popular singer, a boyfriend, he thought.

He kissed her smooth thighs, and felt the muscles beneath tremble. Her skin was even smoother than LeeAnn’s, but he quickly put away any thoughts of comparison. His face brushed her sparse, pale pubic hairs. It looked like she never yet had to trim her pubes for the tiny bikini she wore when no one else was around. He kissed the indentation where her thighs met her vulvae, and then licked, and she trembled again.

Then he kissed her cleft, which was slightly open. He ran his hands up her thighs from her knees to her hips, and parted her sex with his thumbs.

He licked her cleft, and realized that the bitch Lynda had been right when she said Karen tasted good. He suckled her outer lips and then the inner lips, and his tongue found her clitoris.

Karen’s body jerked when she felt her father’s mouth on her clitoris, and she let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure when she felt him suck it between his lips.

“Jeeze, Marty, the guy’s good!” said Lynda. I may let him work on my cunt later!”

Bryan ignored the comment, and continued. He sucked Karen’s swelling clitoris – it seemed what she may have lacked in breasts was made up by her clitoris! He licked the entire length of her dampening cleft several times, as far down as he could reach, all the way to her clitoris, and then worked the sensitive bud itself.

Karen thought this was a hundred times better than stroking herself, which she did almost every day. She was slightly embarrassed by how quickly she was getting wet, and how much, and she had a wicked wish that he would lick up her juices and swallow them, and her little wish came true. She felt a ball of warmth form deep inside her, and grow, and grow, and …

EXPLODE!

Karen’s lithe young body spasmed and jerked and she cried out and Bryan kept his mouth locked on her clitoris.

Bryan stopped mauling her clitoris with his tongue, but kept his mouth on her, as Karen’s writhing began to subside, and when he moved slightly, they began again. A second orgasm? Yes! And then a third.

His cock almost hurt from being so hard for so long.

Then he heard her. Softly, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

He stretched his body over her, and when he looked into her beautiful green eyes, she raised her head and kissed him on the mouth.

He guided his throbbing cock to her dripping cleft and found the opening.

“Ooohhh!” she cried as the head stretched her.

God! she was tight! He drew back, but she raised her hips sharply and drove him deeper. Slowly, with short, gentle thrusts, and shorter withdrawals, he entered her tight little body. It felt like his cock was being squeezed by a well-lubricated fist, and then he felt resistance. He didn’t press harder, not yet, but just stroked in and out an inch or so.

Then as he was going in, Karen bucked her hips again and cried out, longer. And the resistance he had felt was gone. He went deeper and deeper, until he was all the way in, against her cervix.

Karen felt her pussy, after minutes of being stretched painfully and impossibly wide, now being stretched lengthwise as well, and that pressure at the very depths … That rising ball of heat …

EXPLODED AGAIN!

Bryan fucked her hard as she writhed and racked beneath him, and he slowed and stopped when it faded.

When he moved again, she came again, and just kept cumming and cumming …

And he could hold back no longer. Bryan came, and thought for a moment that he should have pulled out! He certainly did not want to make her pregnant!

But he didn’t have the will power to stop fucking this beautiful young woman!

Then it was over, and Lynda began clapping. “Damn, that’s the best fuck I’ve ever watched!” she said.

Bryan was suddenly full of regrets. He had just committed one of the worst sins he could imagine, and he may have even impregnated his own daughter! What was he thinking of? Did he fuck her to save her from something worse, or to please himself? His cock slipped out of her tight channel.

“Okay,” growled Carson, “Back to the post!”

Bryan let Donkey lead him back to his post and cuffed his hands behind it.

“Pete? Want sloppy seconds?”

Pete grinned and walked over to Karen. “Sure, Why not?” He stripped off his jeans and dropped heavily on top of Karen. He showed her the knife. “Beg me to fuck you!” he ordered.

Karen wanted to refuse. Maybe he’d cut her with the knife and she’d bleed to death.

Carson recognized her reaction. “He’s not gonna cut you much, but someone else will get cut if you aren’t cooperating.” He nodded toward Bryan, where Lynda held her knife near Bryan’s cock.

“Please, fuck Titless,” Karen sobbed.

She cried out in pain as he thrust his entire length into her.

“Tell me to fuck you senseless!” Pete ordered. He squeezed her breasts.

“Fuck me senseless!” she whimpered.

“Keep talkin’ dirty! Talk about your cunt and my cock, and tell me to fuck you harder!”

Karen bit her lip, then began babbling, “Fuck my cunt with your big cock! Fuck me harder! Fuck my brains out!”

Pete kept moving around so he was changing the angle, punishing all sides of her pussy, making her internal organs move around as they never had before. He kept telling her things to say and grinning as she repeated them.

“Stretch my pussy! Open my cunt! Shoot your cum in me! Knock me up! Fuck me deeper! Squeeze my tits! Pull my nipples off! Bite me!”

Pete came, then quickly jerked his cock out of her and moved up to sit on her chest. “Suck it clean!” he ordered her.

Bryan bit his lip to keep silent as he heard his daughter loudly suck the cock that had just raped her.

Carson had Lynda remove Karen’s cuffs. “Okay, Titless, go over and sit in front of Dickbreath.”

Karen sat as she had earlier, between Bryan’s feet, her back against the post.

“No, turn around,” Carson said. “Legs around the post.”

This put Karen’s face right in front of Bryan’s cock. The pinkish semen had dried in streaks on it and in clumps in his pubic hair. Lynda made her put her arms around the post and cuffed her. She was sitting between his spread legs and her face was almost touching his cock.

“Clean him up, Titless,” Lynda ordered. “Cock, balls, bush, everything. And keep him hard!”

Karen knew she was ruined. The precious gift she had been saving for a future husband was gone, and she felt she would never be able to enjoy a decent relationship with anyone. All she was good for now was fucking and sucking. Totally demoralized, she began licking her father’s cock.

Pete released Andrea from her post and led her over to Carson.

“Okay, Pete got a piece of ass, now it’s someone else’s turn. Lynda, get ready to encourage her; I don’t think she’s gonna want to do what she’s told.”

Andrea glanced over at Lynda, who was holding her knife against LeeAnn’s breast.

“Now, Cuntcream, pick one of us – me, Donkey, or Lynda – and tell us whether you want to fuck or suck that one.”

Andrea glanced again at the grinning Lynda, and then back at Carson. “Cuntcream wants you to … fuck her.”

Carson laughed. “Cunt, ass or face? Tell us what you want me to do to each of your holes!”

Andrea gulped. “Please fuck Cuntcream in the cunt. Please don’t fuck Cuntcream in the mouth or ass.”

Carson grinned at his partners. “She’s learning,” he announced happily. “Get my cock out.”

Andrea struggled with the zipper of his jeans.

“Oh, fuck! Just take ‘em off!” He stood up, and Andrea opened his jeans and pulled them down. His cock swung up and hit her in the face. “Suck it a little, make it good and hard!”

Across the room, Pete was fondling LeeAnn’s breasts, pinching and pulling her stiffened nipples lightly, while Lynda was finger fucking the helpless blonde beauty and teasing her clitoris. Karen had licked Bryan’s cock clean and was suckling on his scrotum. Bryan was fully hard again.

Tears streaming down her lovely face, Andrea began sucking Carson’s cock. “You’re a pretty good cocksucker, Cuntcream,” Carson told her. “Get the balls too.” He raised one foot to the coffee table. “Get behind them, lick all the sweat off my nut sack.”

Andrea hastened to obey.

When Carson thought she had done enough, he stretched out on the coffee table. “Get on and fuck me,” he told the teenager.

Andrea straddled the table at Carson’s hips, and slowly lowered herself.

“You put it in, Cuntcream.”

She guided his thick cock to her opening and settled slightly. “OOoowww!” she cried. “It hurts!”

“What hurts?” he asked.

“My … Cuntcream’s … pussy hurts.”

“It’s dry,” he explained. “That’s gonna hurt my cock. You don’t wanna hurt my cock, do you?”

“No … Cuntcream doesn’t want to hurt your cock.”

“Then make your fucking pussy wet!” he ordered.

Andrea looked puzzled.

“Use your fuckin’ fingers, you dumb bitch! Wet your fingers in your mouth and stick them in your cunt! You’ll have to do it a lot of times to get it wet enough.”

Bryan shut his eyes, and wished he could shut his ears. Karen had finished licking and sucking his scrotum clean, and was now sucking the clots from mouthfuls of his pubes. His cock was at full attention.

LeeAnn was squirming in her bondage. Pete was sucking her nipples, more gently than she thought him capable of, and Lynda was fucking her with three fingers and caressing her clitoris. She knew they would make her climax, and she thought she wanted them to stop.

Andrea had wettened two fingers in her mouth and fingered herself with them, then reluctantly put them back in her mouth to wetten them again. Carson grinned at her each time she returned her fingers to her mouth, and now she was tasting something more – her own juices were beginning to flow.

“That’s probably wet enough, Cuntcream,” Carson told her. “Try again.”

Relieved that she could stop her disgusting display, but loathe to actually put him inside her, Andrea slowly lowered herself and guided his cock to her opening. This time it went in, stretching her painfully.

“That’s it,” Carson told her, “More!”

She went lower and lower, and she felt things shifting inside her to make room for his cock. She put her fingers around his cock again – there was still a lot of it to go!

Carson thrust up, and Andrea cried out at the sudden deeper pain. He did it again, and she felt like she was sliding down a fence post. Again, and her pussy was crushed against his pubic bone. He was all the way in!

“Now fuck me, slow,” he ordered her. “Up until just the head is in your cunt, and all the way down!” He held her firm breasts in his hands and guided her up and down.

Andrea pumped her hips up and down, taking almost his entire length on each stroke, and suddenly she felt wetter, and it didn’t hurt as much! Oh, no! she thought. It was bad enough she had to slide up and down on him to please him, in effect being forced to rape herself, but in addition, her body was going to make her enjoy it!

She fucked him faster, hoping to get him off before she responded too much.

Karen was licking Bryan’s thighs, and the movement of her fluffy blonde hair and her face against his cock was getting to him. Please stop, he thought.

LeeAnn was whimpering softly. She was very, very close to an orgasm, and Lynda seemed to know just how much to keep her stimulated short of a climax. Lynda had four fingers in her and was fucking her hand up and down, but it was just almost … but not quite enough to take her over.

“Oooohhh!” cried Andrea as she began to cum. Up and down, faster, she drover herself through a first orgasm, and then a chain of smaller ones, and then she stopped to catch her breath.

“Don’t fuckin’ stop fucking me, Bitch! Move your ass!”

She moved, slower than before, and very soon she felt him cum inside her!

“Aaaahhh! Yesss!” Carson groaned. “Now get off and clean me off!”

Andrea felt like her insides would fall out when she lifted off him. She knelt beside him and began licking his cock. Cum and cuntcream.

LeeAnn felt Lynda’s hand twisting back and forth and press upward, almost lifting the 112-pound blonde from the floor, and the hand was going deeper! And she felt Lynda’s thumb folded in the hollow of the cone formed by her fingers. No! she thought, she wouldn’t! She couldn’t force her whole hand inside me! She let out a long groan as Lynda’s knuckles entered and stretched her even more!

And then Lynda’s hand was in her! She felt a rush of nausea as Lynda’s hand changed shape, and became a fist!

“I bet nobody’s ever fisted your cunt before, have they?” Lynda asked her.

LeeAnn groaned again as Lynda twisted her fist back and forth.

“Hey, Dickbreath,” Lynda called. “You ever try this?”

Bryan looked, and wanted to be sick. He watched Lynda pump her fist up and down inside his beautiful wife, and he heard LeeAnn’s agonized moans.

“Oh, NOOOoooo!” LeeAnn cried out, as her long-denied orgasm rushed through her entire body, and seemed to never stop.

When it finally did, Lynda tried to pull her hand out without opening her fist.

Now LeeAnn cried out in pain! She couldn’t stretch that much!

Lynda opened her fist, and worked her hand down until her knuckles were in the ring of cunt muscles, and at that point, she slowly formed a fist again, expanding LeeAnn’s opening even more.

LeeAnn wailed in pain.

Lynda opened and closed her fist several times, until LeeAnn stopped moaning. Then she pulled her hand out. “Pete! Help me lift her legs,” she said. She and Pete each lifted LeeAnn’s legs and spread them in front of her. “Donkey, try it out!”

Donkey had been watching all of the action, and he was fully hard. He stepped in front of LeeAnn and guided his huge cock into her. He entered easily. “Hey, Dickbreath,” he called, “She ain’t so tight any more!”

Lynda grinned. “After I fist her a few more times, she’ll never be tight again!” She raised her hand to LeeAnn’s face. “Lick your cunt juice off my hand!”

Carson decided his cock was clean enough. “That’s enough, Cuntcream,” he told Andrea. “Now you can take care of Donkey. Do you want to fuck him or suck him?”

Andrea gulped. She had hoped that she wouldn’t have to do either with Donkey. She’d almost rather have to satisfy Lynda!

But the choice was easy. “Cuntcream would like to suck Donkey’s cock,” she replied.

“Then crawl over to him, kiss his feet, and beg for it,” Carson ordered.

Andrea began to crawl on hands and knees.

“No, drag your face and your tits across the floor!” Carson ordered.

She stretched her lithe young body on the hardwood floor and slithered toward Donkey, with her face and her breasts rubbing across the cold, dusty wood. She had lost all resistance to their degrading demands. She didn’t hesitate to kiss his dirty work boots. “Please, Donkey, let Cuntcream suck your cock?”

“Lick my boots first,” Donkey told her.

She began licking. Bits of grit and who-knows what-else came off on her tongue and she swallowed.

“You gonna give me a real blowjob?”

Andrea nodded. “Please let Cuntcream give you a real blowjob?”

He kicked off his jeans, which had been at his ankles, and went to the big leather chair. “Over here,” he ordered.

Andrea crawled across the floor again, dragging her face and her breasts.

Donkey slumped in the chair and pulled his knees up to his chest. “Start at the bottom, and move up when I tell you.”

The bottom was a little below his anus. Andrea began licking there, between his spread buttocks. Her nose was almost in his anus, and she was nearly sick when she saw little clumps stuck to the hairs.

“Ooo, that’s nice! You’re a good little ass licker, Cuntcream. Move up a little.”

Now her tongue was right below his anus. She could even feel the wrinkles. And the clumps. The taste was awful, bitter.

“Up a little more, Cuntcream.”

“Jeeze, she’s doin’ it!” exclaimed Pete. “She’s lickin’ his asshole!”

“Yeah,” laughed Donkey, “And she’s cleaning out the dingle berries! Get your tongue in there, Cuntcream! Fuck my ass with your tongue!”

Andrea forced her tongue into the ring of muscle, let the muscle push it out, and then drove it in again, deeper.

“I wish she had a longer tongue,” Donkey complained. “But keep it up.”

Andrea was glad she didn’t have a longer tongue. She felt something, and she tried not to think about what it was, although she knew it was soft. She nearly threw up.

“I don’t think she likes my shit,” Donkey announced. “Okay, Cuntcream, move up, get the rest of the dingle berries, and then do my nuts.”

“Titless!” yelled Lynda, “Get to work! Keep Dickbreath stiff!”

Karen drew her father’s softening cock into her mouth and worked it with her tongue, feeling it respond.

Andrea had worked her way up to Donkey’s scrotum, and she began sucking areas of it into her mouth and scrubbing them with her tongue. When he had enough of that, he made her do the same up and down the sides of his cock, and then the top and the bottom.

“Now all that’s left is the head,” he told her.

She could barely fit her mouth over the huge head. “Don’t try to fuck me with your mouth,” he told her, “I can feel your teeth. Just start jacking it with your hand. both hands, while you lick the head. Ooohhh, yes, that’s right!” He began grunting. “When I cum, don’t swallow. Keep the whole load in your mouth, because you’re gonna show it to everybody.”

Lynda laughed at that. She began fingering LeeAnn’s pussy again.

“Oh, yes! Here it comes, Cuntcream!” bellowed Donkey. Karen felt like a vibration in her hand, and then a flood rushed into her mouth. And another! She had to pull back; there wasn’t enough room in her mouth! Another spurt! and several more! Some trickled from the corners of her mouth, but she had almost all of it in her mouth!

“Get up, and go show what’s in your mouth to everybody,” Donkey ordered with a chuckle.

She went to Carson first, then Pete, and finally Lynda.

“You aren’t done, Cuntcream,” said Donkey. Show it to Cumface. And Titless and Dickbreath.”

She couldn’t look any of them in the eye as she opened her mouth to show the pool of semen to her stepmother, her sister, and her father.

“You ever kiss your father on the mouth?” asked Lynda.

Karen’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

“Don’t you dare try to swallow or spit,” warned Lynda. “Go stand between Titless and Dickbreath.”

Karen had to swing her leg over Andrea, straddle her sister’s arms, and stand with her feet on either side of Andrea’s legs. Andrea backed away as much as she could, but her face was pressed against Andrea’s ass.

“Titless, get your mouth on Dickbreath’s cock! Right Now!” ordered Lynda.

The head of Bryan’s erection poked out between Karen’s thighs, and the top was pressed into Karen’s cleft. Andrea put her mouth over it.

“Now, Cuntcream,” said Lynda, “Kiss him on the mouth, and feed him Donkey’s cum!”

Karen moaned, and Bryan looked into her eyes and nodded. She kissed him, and slowly let her mouthful of cum leak into his mouth. Bryan had to swallow several times.

“Use some tongue!” ordered Lynda.

Carson, Pete and Donkey all laughed as they watched the Judge lick ex-convict semen from his teenaged daughter’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Cuntcream,” said Carson. You got one more customer!”

“Hey, Marty,” asked Lynda. “How about I get Cumface to help her?”

Carson shrugged. “Okay, whatever you want, Baby.”

She made LeeAnn sit on the floor, her hands still manacled behind the post. “Cuntcream, sit on her lap facing her, your legs around her waist and the post.”

When Karen was in place, Lynda stripped off her skirt and stood between them, facing Karen. She looked down at the blonde teenager, “You do the front, and Cumface can do the back. She knows what I like back there. Marty, What if they don’t do a good job?”

Carson nodded to Pete. “Then Pete’s gonna nut him.”

Pete poked the tip of his knife against Bryan’s scrotum. Bryan gasped, realizing they meant what they said.

Carson grinned. “Okay, Dickbreath, tell them, explicitly, what you want them to do!”

Bryan had no choice. If he didn’t obey, one of the girls would get hurt, probably cut, and Karen and LeeAnn would still have to … He gulped. “Cuntcream, I want you to lick her pussy and suck her clitoris and make her cum. Cumface, I want you to suck her asshole.”

Knowing the risk if she delayed, Karen began licking Lynda’s shaved sex, tonguing between her vulva, and sucking on her clitoris. LeeAnn had to use her face to spread Lynda’s buttocks, so she could lick her anus. Lynda helped by reaching back and spreading her own buttocks. “I want the tongue inside!” she reminded LeeAnn.

Karen was surprised by how wet Lynda was. Her mouth quickly filled with Lynda’s juices, and she had to swallow often.

“That’s cunt juice you’re drinking, Cuntcream,” Lynda told her. “Like it?”

Karen knew what she was supposed to answer, but she had to tell Lynda how she felt about it. “Cuntcream … doesn’t like being made to taste it … but … it’s not as bad as I thought.” she quickly realized she had referred to herself against their rules. “I mean … Cuntcream means, it’s not as bad as Cuntcream expected. Yes,” she finally admitted, “Cuntcream likes it.” And the terrible thing was that it was true.

“Cumface, do you like the taste of my ass?”

LeeAnn withdrew her tongue. “No, Cumface does not like the taste of your ass.”

“Oh, what a pity,” Lynda sneered, “Get back to it anyway!” She spread her buttocks again for LeeAnn. As LeeAnn’s tongue touched her anus again, she farted. And laughed.

Moments later, Lynda began to sigh with pleasure, as she felt her pre-orgasmic tingling begin. She really wanted to hold back longer, but just the idea of this beautiful, innocent teenager and her equally beautiful stepmother servicing her this way was too much. She came, intensely and lengthily.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she ordered, and she made her lovely captives bring her through another, even stronger, orgasm.

“Keep your mouth there, both of you! And get ready to swallow! If either of you misses anything, Dickbreath loses his nuts!”

She began pissing, directly into Karen’s mouth!

Karen had to swallow or drown. She swallowed, and realized Lynda had stopped pissing, but then it began again. Each time Karen had to swallow, Lynda held her bladder. Six times! a dozen! and then a dozen more times, Karen had to swallow a mouthful of Lynda’s piss. And then Karen felt her force even more into her mouth!

But Lynda wasn’t trying to force more piss into the teenager’s mouth; she was bearing down on her bowels!

LeeAnn felt something against her tongue! Something soft, and it kept advancing. She remembered the warning, and steeled herself to keep her mouth open as she let Lynda’s turd push her tongue out.

And then it was in her mouth! Bitter, soft, greasy and disgusting! And she did not dare to spit it out! Then there was more, and LeeAnn forced herself to swallow, and not to throw up.

Another turd slid into her mouth, and she swallowed it quickly.

“That’s too bad, you both did a good job!” Lynda taunted. “Now, Cuntcream, all you have to do is wipe my ass!” She turned around and spread her buttocks. “With your tongue!”

Some of the turd had smeared around Lynda’s anus. Karen licked the traces away and swallowed. And tried to think of almost anything but what they had just done.

Carson stood up and yawned. “Time for bed,” he announced. “Lynda, you want Dickbreath with you?”

Lynda grinned. “Yeah, and he better treat me at least as good as he did Titless, or, gee, I’ve never fisted a recent virgin. Wonder if I can get my fist in that tight little cunt.”

“Donkey, you can have Cumface tonight. You can have the others after Pete and I loosen them up, Okay?”

Donkey nodded.

“Pete, do want the one with tits or the one without?”

“I’d rather have the one with tits,” Pete replied.

“Good,” said Carson. I’ll take Titless with me. She’s got that one cherry left and I promised her I’d get it. Let’s get her and Cuntcream up first. Maybe Cuntcream still has a cherry ass for you.”

They led Andrea and Karen upstairs and handcuffed each of them to a bed, while Donkey led LeeAnn to another bedroom and cuffed her to the bed.

Lynda had them tie Bryan on his back, his wrists tied securely to a rope that ran under the bed, and then tie one ankle to the footboard. “I want one leg free, so I can get to his ass if I want,” she explained.

Some time later, After Bryan had licked the insatiable Lynda through her first orgasm, he heard a scream, as Carson kept his promise to Karen and fucked her in the ass. A little later, Andrea screamed as Pete fucked her in the ass.

Donkey was content to fuck LeeAnn in the pussy. Several times through the night. By morning, her vulva were swollen and sore, and she couldn’t seem to squeeze her pussy closed any more.

But Bryan had the worst night of all, in addition to hearing the screams and shouts of his wife and daughters.

And the next day was even worse for all of them. But that’s another story.

And how about Bryan’s friend George? What if he brings his daughter to the party?

Maybe we’ll find out someday!