Botched Robbery Ch. 02

As they entered, Stephanie never thought she could feel so intimidated of her own bedroom. The bed was beautifully made. She always made a point of making the bed and picking up before leaving to work.

Rich himself was pushed along by Anthony. He also watched his wife's thick ass sashay up the stairs. He could see the dark crack of her ass through the grey panties. Rich knew exactly what the men were thanking: His wife was a sweet piece of meat when nude. The heels made her ass jut out more with each step up the stairs. He also dreaded their bedroom. The two led Stephanie to the end of the bed, then pushed Rich to his knees. Anthony held him there with a firm grip to the shoulder.

Jaylen drug Steph to the foot board. "Put your hands on the foot board and bend over, Slut," he ordered.

"Please, Mister; Don't make me..."

"Shut up. Do as I say or my friend starts doing numbers on your husband."

On the floor, Rich mumbled in protest. Anthony sharply slapped him on the head. Rich's head spun from the blow, even if it was only a slap. Steph, watching, bent to their will. Her hands trembled on the rail, but she bent forward.

"Stick that ass out more, Bitch, and spread those legs,' Jaylen barked, 'Wider."

Jaylen stood behind her, and motioned with his head for Anthony to come over.

Anthony kicked Rich hard, twice into his ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

Stephanie whimpered, hearing her husband yell out in pain.

"Look at that, buddy, some sweet piece of ass, and white meat!"

Jaylen was pointing, and licking his lips. Anthony totally agreed, and threw in,

"First class legs, too, made hotter by those fuck me pumps!"

Both laughed, adding to Stephanie's humiliation. Anthony finished with,

"Didn't see much tit meat, but this ass, and those sexy legs more than make her very fuckable!"

Steph bit her bottom lip in shame. The grey material of the panties stretched across her cheeks, tightly fitting to the contour of her buttocks. Jaylen touched her naked back, stroking his hand down towards her tight panty. She shivered at his touch. "Please, no," she whined, as his palm caressed her left cheek. The fingers of his hand began to move down her crack, over the grey panties. It pushed the material deeper into the crack with each movement. Up and down they danced, inching closer to the cotton covered, crease of her sex. She tried to close her legs again. He cracked her inner thigh with a slap, making her jump.

"You keep them open, Bitch!"

Steph knew it was coming, still she was shocked as his fingers caressed her cleft through the soft material. She knew not why, maybe mostly from fear, but she was wet. Steph was well aware he would feel her moisture. The panties soaked up her moisture, as he pushed it into her crease. The panties stuck to her like a second skin, displaying her womanly wares. Not only satisfied with the touch of her sex, the fingers wormed farther, seeking the clit hidden within. Steph's ass wantonly wriggled to be free of the fingers, only opening her up for more. She bit her lip again; This time from unwanted pleasure.

Jaylen turned to Rich, winking; "Your whore is wet, Hubby. You must not give her enough dick." While caressing her clit beneath the panties, his other hand took one of hers. He pulled it to his jeans, letting her feel the hardness growing. "Feel that, Slut; That's a man's dick." His hand forced her to feel for the zipper and pull it down. She didn't look back but could feel the shaft emerge from its course hair, hideaway. Its heat warmed the back of her hand. "Wrap your hand around it, Woman, feel me."

The hardness pulsed in Steph's feeble grip. She judged its size. 'Oh, God, it's huge,' she thought. Her palm followed it down from head to balls, shocked at the length and thickness. She felt like a slut. Steph dared not look back. She was relieved, when he finally pulled away. For some unknown reason, her hand stayed wrapped around his cock. Jaylen told her to stand. When she did, she saw the black monster in her grip and gasped. The shaft was indeed large, over 9 inches, covered in thick veins, and pulsed with life. Steph dropped the cock like a hot potato. The men laughed.

"Now,' Jaylen commanded, 'Peel those panties off. We want a whiff."

Throughout Stephanie's ordeal, Anthony had made Rich strip naked, then tied both his hands and feet. A chair was positioned beside the bed, where Rich was thrown into. He sat painfully back on his tied arms, muffled protests arising from his sock-filled, mouth. Stephanie tugged the panties off her hips, paused, then lifted one leg up, balancing on one high heel.

Jaylen whistled, like a wolf. "Those are some sweet hips, and legs, baby!"

Steph's panties finally got caught on one of her heels, exposing her sex to all in the room. Steph's panties were passed around for the men to inhale the blissful aroma. She held her hands over her naked breasts and sex, watching on in humiliation.

"Nice," Anthony remarked, breathing in the moist crotch. He then waved the panties before Rich's face. "What do you think? Your wife have a thing for black cock?" He said, holding the panties below Rich's nose. Rich could not control his nostril's flare and his cock's rise. "Your husband likes,' Anthony told Steph, 'I think he wants to see you fucked silly."

"Mphhh!" Rich screamed, rocking in his binds, struggling uselessly to break free.

"Here, I bet you will like this better," Anthony said. He yanked the sock from Rich's mouth and quickly replaced them with Steph's wet panties. Anthony laughed, as Rich's shaft twitched once again. Afterwards, their eyes focused once more on Stephanie.

"Your hand was nice, sweetheart, but your lips would feel much better," Jaylen said. "On your fucking knees," he commanded, giving Steph a push to the shoulder. She found herself, on her knees, face to face with his bobbing, black, rod. He shucked off his jeans and shoes. "Go ahead; Don't be shy. Take it in those pout lips."

Steph jerked her face back, as the wet tip of his cock met her lips. It stayed connected by a thin strand of pre-cum. Pursing her lips only made them shine, glossy from the cum.

Anthony watched her small breasts, as they hung perfectly on her chest. They didn't need a bra for support. Her tits, though small, were shaped damn well!

"Look here,' Jaylen said, peering into her glasses, 'Look straight at me, Bitch, and open wide." When she did, he dipped his cap in and tapped it against her tongue. "Now, close those lips around it and suck. Don't act like you haven't sucked a cock before. You women are all whores."

"No!" Rich mumbled. He could do nothing but watch his sweet wife, on her knees, in hose and heels, taking another man's cock in her mouth. The black man's shaft filled her lips, ballooning her cheeks. He heard all of her gags, as it plunged deeper with each stroke. The dark rod grew wet with her spit, 'till it hung dripping from its length. Tendrils of spit and pre-cum dangled like jewelry from her chin.

Yes, Jaylen wanted to fuck this Bitch bad, but the thought of her man watching her suck, convinced him to wait. He wanted to humiliate them both. By not having had a good cum in weeks, Jaylen knew that his full load would be useful. He convinced himself to wait, hold off, then let himself go, bit by bit, prolonging the sensation and show.

"Come on, You Bitch,' he said, 'Open that throat. Swallow that black cock, Whore. Aww, Choking? Too much cock for you? Here, I'll make your eyes bleed." He took her by the hair, and yanked her head to his cock, holding it there 'till she beat against his thighs with her fists. Pulling it back, spit flooded from her lips, tears and mascara ran down her face. She only had seconds to mumble, "No." before the black shaft rammed right back in. His thrusts pushed her back, 'till she fell against the wooden foot-board. Her head knocked against its surface, dazing her. Still the brutal fuck continued, filling the room with the rapping of wood, and occasional wet cough and gagging.

After a few more minutes of abuse, Jaylen pulled his cock free and drug Stephanie towards her husband. "Now, this time, don't look at me, look at your husband." Steph was forced to stare at Rich, while the shaft was pushed back between her lips. "Make it look good. Show him how you like my dick," he said.

Afraid to loose eye contact with Rich, Stephanie expertly worked the shaft in her mouth. Suddenly, and without warning, the cock pulsed, and shot a thick wad of cum straight to the back of her throat. Rich saw the shock and revulsion in her eyes. Yet that was not all: The shaft kept pulsing, spewing molten cream across her tongue and into her open mouth. Steph coughed, splashing cum across both her chest and Rich's naked thighs. Stephanie's black ankle-strap pumps kicked wildly, up and down. It was sexy to watch for Anthony! Not done, Jaylen yanked his rod from her mouth, and shot the last volleys across her forehead and black glasses.

"Don't she look pretty now, Hubby?" Jaylen laughed.

A large blob of cum rolled gently down her forehead and glasses, running straight for the corner of her lip. Steph looked away, hiding her head in shame.

"Don't look away yet,' Anthony spoke, ' You're far from done, Cunt."

Steph glanced back. Anthony was naked, stroking a hard cock in his meaty hand.

Steph could not even wipe the cum from her face before Anthony pushed his cock between her lips. He gripped a handful of hair from the top of her head.

"Mmm," he moaned, guiding her face back and forth on his pole. "You suck it good, Honey. Tony's got something for you. Wrap your hands around my ass, Pull me in. Work it."

He forced Steph to show off her blow job skills. Rich knew those skills. He knew what Anthony was feeling with those soft, pert, lips. Rich also knew that Stephanie did not particularly like cum, and now it was all over her pretty face. He smelled the cum mixing with her perfume.

"Hey, look what I found in the bathroom." The voice was Jaylen's. Rich had forgotten about the man. Apparently he had gone to clean up some. He held a amber pill bottle in his hand and two beers from the fridge. Rich knew exactly what it was: His Cialis prescription. Rich did not always have problems, but liked to be prepared for those long, romantic trips.

"Thank you, I believe I will," Anthony said, holding out his hand. Both men each took one and swallowed it down with a cold beer. "I think Homeboy needs one too," he added with a laugh, looking at Rich's smaller cock.

"I think more than one," Jaylen remarked. He spilled out 4 pills onto his palm. Quickly he pulled the wet panties from Rich's mouth, popped in the pills, a good swig of beer, and stuffed the panties back in. "There, I bet that will get your motor running. If we let your little car drive," he added with a snicker.

"Here, I have an idea; Let's put him on the bed." Anthony said. Steph was shoved to the floor. They picked up Rich. His hands and feet were still tied. They dumped his body on the made bed. Anthony jerked Stephanie up by the arm; (Almost pulling it out of socket.) He threw her across Rich's body. Her heeled feet dangled off the bed's edge, her belly and breasts over Rich's abdomen. Anthony smiled down at her thick, naked, ass. Taking an ankle, he dragged her backwards. She swam, kicking and squirming, trying to crawl away across her husband's body. His large hand cracked across a bare cheek, leaving a bright red hand-print. "Get back here, Slut! Show me that ass." He yanked her back again, forcing her hips to the bed's edge, and presenting her perfect backside to his glare. Anthony kicked her legs apart to view the rosebud of her ass.

"No! No!" she screamed, slapping backwards at his hands, when they touched her bottom cheeks.

Anthony sharply spanked her again. "Get this Bitch's hands out of my way, Com Padre," he told Jaylen.

Jaylen came around the bed, took Steph's wrists, and jerked them forwards. The move pressed her naked breasts farther into Rich's belly. Rich surely felt her hard, pebble, nipples.

"Now, you keep those legs still and spread, Precious, or I'll take a belt to this ass," Anthony warned. He licked the middle finger of his right hand and screwed it into Steph's tight ass. "Oh Yea, squeal, Cunt. I like that."

"She tight?" Jaylen inquired.

"Literally snapping my finger, Friend," Anthony replied, digging the digit in for good measure. "It has been a while since I've dipped my wick in a tight ass, Sweetheart. Your asshole is just calling to me." His knees nudged Stephanie's thighs apart, and he slapped his meaty length across her crease, tapping the warm oval with its crown. Making a gross noise, he spit a nice gob across her ring. Using the tip of the shaft, he painted her muscle with it.

Rich struggled, uselessly rolling, trapped by the ropes and Steph's weight. "Does your wife take it in the ass,' Anthony asked him, 'Or has she only had your little dipstick?"

"No! No! Not there!" Stephanie screamed, as the cock prodded her hole.

"Oh, hell yes, Bitch, you're taking my cock," Anthony groaned. His stiff cock bent, straightened, then tore its way inside.

"Oh, Shit, Tony; You should see her face," Jaylen exclaimed.

Rich could feel is wife's body quiver, as the hot rod forced its way in, then the bed began to rock. Anthony grunted loudly, as he plundered her hole.

"Oh, Yea. Oh, Yea," Anthony howled behind the sound of slapping flesh and squeals.

In the middle of the vicious ass-fuck Stephanie's phone chirped. Jaylen placed both of her wrists in one hand and reached to the night table for the phone. He glanced at the photo and smiled. "Who's Taylor?" Both Steph and Rich glanced fearfully at one another.

The photo was of a young girl, hazel eyes, early 20's, with long, light brown, hair. It was tied up in a cute bun. The photo appeared to have been taken at a prom or dance. She was wearing a light purple dress. Just enough cleavage showing to expose a decent set of pert, breasts.

"Reminds me of Mamma," Anthony replied while still fucking away.

"You leave our daughter alone!" Stephanie screamed back.

"Apparently she is coming by in 20 minutes, when she gets off work," Jaylen commented.

"No! No! give me the phone! Give me the phone!" Steph screamed in tears.

"You're not getting anything but dick, Slut," Anthony spat back. He yanked her hair back and ground his cock hard against her ass.

"Yep, and that cute daughter of yours is going to get some of this black dick," Jaylen replied, taking his naked cock and shaking it before Steph.

"Please, No!" Steph cried before Jaylen stuffed his own dirty underwear into her mouth. "Mphhh!"

Below, Rich was unable to do anything, but endure his wife's naked flesh rocking against his, unable to stop the rapid rising of his stiff cock. 'No,' he prayed to himself, 'She can't come here. She can't see us like this.'

Finally, Steph's body shook for the last time. Rich heard the man groan, as he emptied his seed into her abused ass. Anthony yanked his cock out, letting the cum drain from Steph's open asshole, down the crease to her sex. They took more rope, tied her hands and feet, and rolled her alongside Rich.

"Don't you both look sweet," Anthony remarked afterwards.

Downstairs the doorbell rang. "Just in time,' Jaylen said, 'I'll take my naked, black, ass down there and get the door. Don't bother getting up." He chuckled out the door.

Behind the door, Taylor waited. She lived downtown with her roommate, but stopped by from time after work. She still wore her name tag from the restaurant she hostessed at. The dress she wore was a gray, one-piece. It was short-sleeved, with buttons that started at the waist and ran up the front. Her dress was a short one; The hem ended four inches above her knees. The material was a Lycra-like, cotton, and fit her young body like a glove. It displayed her slight curvy hips, athletic thighs, and pert, nicely-rounded breasts. Her hair was soft, long, light brown, and was still tied in a pony-tail from work. The elegant, legs spilled down into a pair of black 2 ⅝ inch pumps. Taylor was definitely fuckable.

Jaylen unlatched the door and stepped behind it as it opened.

"Mom... Dad," she called, stepping through the door. Instantly, Jaylen reached out and snatched her body. As his black hand wrapped around her lips, his foot kicked the door closed. He inhaled her perfume. His cock twitched, as her firm body struggled against his naked flesh.

"Shit. Damn you smell fine," he remarked.

The strangers voice made her skin crawl. Taylor still had not seen his face, but the hand over her mouth was black.

"Now, Little One,' he explained, 'Your mom and dad are upstairs with my friend. Your actions now can decide rather they live or die. I'm gonna remove my hand in a moment, and we're going to head upstairs. You're not going to say one word. Not one peep; Understand? Nod your head, 'Yes.'."

Taylor's eyes were large. Fear scorched her soul. Her whole body trembled, yet she shook her head in response.

"Good girl,' Jaylen said, removing his hand, 'March."

Taylor entered the bedroom. Seeing her mom and dad, trussed up and naked was quite a shock, to say the least. Taylor screamed, "Mom! Dad! Oh my God! What did you do to them? Please, let them go."

Anthony thought it hilarious, the muffled screams Rich and his wife made, and the way they wriggled back and forth on the bed. The wife's tits jiggled like jelly, and the husband's stiff, cock waved back and forth like a white flag.

"Now, Honey,' Jaylen spoke, while rubbing his dark hands up and down the girl's bare, white arms, 'You hush. what we do with your family is quite up to you. You be quiet, let us do anything we want, and I promise we will let them go afterward."

The word, 'Afterward', hung in Taylor's mind. 'After what?' she cringed. Awful thoughts played in her mind, yet how awful; She had no idea. Taylor had toyed with boys. She had been popular in high school, had many boyfriends, yet managed to stay true to her maidenhood. The thoughts made her well aware of the black man's caressing palms. She shivered in revulsion. Tingles of liquid fear danced up her spine. Her stomach gurgled, and she felt sick. She swooned, almost fainting. The black man braced her up. His body behind her, Taylor felt the massive hard cock, poking the rear of her dress.

Anthony sat back on the bed beside Steph. He took her tied hands and placed them at Rich's crotch. "Do your husband a favor and stoke his cock," he told her. Steph looked back at Anthony and shook her head, 'No.". "I didn't ask, Cunt." he reached to the nightstand and retrieved his knife. "I could cut his fucking prick off," he threatened. Immediately Steph's trembling fingers wrapped around her husbands shaft, and she began to slowly jerk them up and down. "That's right', Anthony said, 'Just like that. Keep it up, but slow. We don't want him to shoot his load prematurely now; Do we? Not in front of your precious little daughter. That would be embarrassing."

Rich moaned behind the gag, wriggled some, but was unable to slip away from his wife's graceful hands. His tearful, angry, humiliated, eyes locked on his innocent daughter, in the capable clutches of an evil, horny, black, man. Her own teary eyes were filled with those same feelings. The black man wrapped his arms around Taylor's waist gently swaying her with him.

Anthony saw a small stereo on the shelf. "Hey, I think it's time for a party. We're not going anywhere soon; Too much heat out there. I'll hit the tunes and get some refreshments." He stood and turned back towards Steph: "Now don't you stop with that, Wifey, I'll be right back." Anthony stopped, put on some slow dance tune, then went downstairs.

He returned not long after with a bottle of Rich's expensive whiskey. One that he received several years ago as a gift, but had never drank. "Check it out. 18 year old stuff; Good," he told Jaylen. Jaylen was behind Taylor, still slow dancing, hands on her small waist, rubbing his naked crotch against her dress. He took the bottle from Anthony and downed a swig. After his, he flipped Taylor around and held the bottle to her lips.

"This is good. Drink, Cutie!"

"No," she said, but he painfully gripped her hair, yanked her head back, and poured some down her throat. She coughed sputtered and choked. The men laughed.

"You don't drink much do you, Girl. Well, you'll learn," Jaylen remarked. He tipped the bottle up again and poured more in. She responded the same.

"I know, she's drinking it all wrong,' Anthony remarked, 'Here, hand me the bottle." Anthony took the bottle from Jaylen, stepped forward and filled his mouth with a large swig. Without warning, he swept young Taylor into his arms and planted his lips over hers. The whiskey flowed into her surprised mouth, followed by his thick, wet tongue. His empty mouth left hers, leaving her gasping for breath.

"You have some way with the girls," Jaylen laughed, taking the bottle from Anthony. His sloppy, whiskey-kiss, lasted a little longer than Anthony's. The bottle was handed back and Jaylen took her waist again. "She wants to dance again," he remarked.

Jaylen was all over Taylor. A hand crept up under her dress, following the back of a smooth thigh up the curve of her ass. Taylor reached down and pushed it away. Jaylen whispered a warning in her ear: "You do that again, and your mommy loses an ear, Sweetheart." The next time, Taylor let him freely cup a cheek. She felt almost naked, with no hose, and only a small bikini pantie; Almost a thong. She felt his hand snake up under its band, the finger almost in her back crack. He pulled her closer in to his manhood. The warm length of its meat steamed her inner thighs. "No!" she squealed when the finger worked in, feeling her virgin rosebud.

"Oh, so you have had nothing in that tight ass; Have you? Your mother squealed like that when Tony porked her butt. She loved it though, especially when he filled her bowels with a load of warm cum. Hell, I bet your flat belly would swell with that much cum," Jaylen teased.

From the bed, Anthony yelled, "This don't seem fair; How everyone here is naked except for your dance partner, Jaylen."

Anthony was rubbing and having fun with Stephanie's tits. They were as wide as they were tall. A very nice handful.

Jaylen stayed in front of Taylor. "I do believe you're right, Friend. Hands to your sides, Girly; Let's see more."

"No... Please," Taylor pleaded.

"Now, now, Baby, you know better than to protest," Jaylen warned. His hand went to the top button of Taylor's dress, undoing the 5 buttons. It was just as much fun as when he did the same to Stephanie. He opened up the front of her gray dress. Some cleavage appeared, then the catch of a light blue, bra. Next the creamy color of her abdomen and the small, round circle of her belly button. Jaylon walked his fingers up her clammy skin to the gray material still weakly clinging to her shoulders. His thumbs slipped underneath to slowly slip it off her shoulders. Once free of Taylor's shoulder blades, the dress fell immediately down to her feet.

"Whew' Anthony whistled, 'Your daughter's FUCKIN' H-O-T. If your hubby didn't have a mouth full of wet panties, I bet even his tongue would be hanging out."

Jaylen moved behind Taylor. Her legs wound their way up to a perfectly shaped, apple ass. The white cheeks stood out below the tight, light blue, panties. The panties were short, not leaving much to the imagination. Jaylen wanted them off, but it was always best to leave those till last. There was much more humiliation to go. "Turn around,' he told her, 'Let them see what I'm looking at."

Taylor knew just what he was talking about. She turned around, dropping her head in shame, showing her almost naked, ass to not just the large stranger, but her mom and dad as well. Her mom would have been furious at her wearing such skimpy undergarments. Of course, turning around gave Jaylen a full frontal view. He took in the curve of her full breasts. The hard nipples stood out beneath the light material. Glancing down her flat, youthful belly, he spied her camel-toe, and the tight curls of pubic hair beneath.

On the bed beside Steph, Anthony sucked in the beautiful sight. "Your daughter has some ass. Not as big as yours, but I'm sure it will feel just as good on my cock." He pinched Moms nipple, making her squirm.

"Mphhh! Mphhh! Mphhh!" Steph and Rich both screamed. Anthony was sure that they were both saying, "Don't you touch my daughter!", or some shit like that. He was thoroughly enjoying this."Turn around, Girl. I want you to take off that bra. Do it nice and slow. Give us a good show."

Taylor was fretting with anger, and a red face with shame. She reached and grasped the front clasp of her bra. It unhooked, bouncing away from her tits, before she caught it from falling. Slowly she let it drop, as she flipped the straps from her shoulders. Once the bra hit the floor, her hands jerked back up to cover the naked breasts. Jaylen quickly caught her wrists and yanked them back down to her sides. He held them there. "You Bastard," she spat.

"Tisk, such language. You should remember to shut your mouth," Jaylen added. Her heart jumped when the other man rose with the knife.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Taylor quickly said.

When Anthony rose up, he popped Stephanie in the head. "You keep stroking your husband's cock, Slut. You try anything funny and your sweet, daughter dies." He put the knife out of their reach and stepped towards the trembling daughter. In the knifes place, he added the bottle of whiskey. Anthony cupped a pert breast in his hand and hefted its weight. He traced the puffy aureole with his finger. The nipple rose to stiffness. Tipping the bottle, he trailed cold whisky over its flesh. Taylor bit back her words in fear, stood and took the humiliation. Using his tongue, he lapped the liquor from her flesh, then suckled the breast. His mouth sent shivers down her body.

"You stand still. I'm going to taste the other," Jaylen told her. He took the bottle from his friend and followed suit.

The two lathered Taylor's tender breasts with their tongues. The burning, alcohol tingled her skin. Anthony took the whiskey, turned it down and into the waistband of her panties. The burning liquid trailed through her curls, found the crease of her sex, and worked its way in.

"Oh, God! That burns! It burns!" she screamed.

Jaylen got back behind her, pulling one arm painfully back with him.

"You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" she cried.

"Spread your legs, Sweetheart, and I'll ease up." He jerked her arm up again. "Spread'um!"

One by one she shuffled each black pump, widening her young thighs, The blue panties were soaked by the whiskey. They were matted to her skin, showing the sweet out line of everything; Every crease, every curl.

Anthony dropped to his knees. He took her thighs, dug his fingers in and pulled them farther apart. His head dove in, burying his nose deep into her wet crotch.

"Oh... What are you doing? Stop! Don't do that!" Taylor screamed.

Anthony violently shook his head back and forth, making loud, disgusting, sucking noises. He sucked the blue panties into his lips, drawing in her flavor and the warm alcohol. Jaylen took both her elbows, pulling them back, forcing her ample chrst out. Taylor cried and squirmed, trying to flee the probing nose and tongue. He finally rose, took Taylor's cheeks and drove his wet tongue into her mouth.

"Do you like the way you taste as much as I?" he asked.

"Yuck,' she spat, 'You Asshole, you're sick," she replied, while trying to spit the taste from her mouth.

"Ready to get fucked, like we did to Mommy, Little Tart? We're going to fuck you from one side to another. First, I'm going to eat me some more of that fine pussy," Anthony announced. This time, when he went to his knees, he jerked her panties down with him. Taylor had tried to pin her legs closed. She did not know he was going to jerk her panties down, and they fell right to her feet. Now, Anthony was staring right into her bare pussy. It was a wonderful sight. "Hold both of her arms, and hold her good," he told Jaylen.

Anthony drove his hands between her thighs, swimming them outward and up over his massive shoulders. He rose, placing a palm on each of her ass cheeks, lifting her up, and burying his face in her cunt.

"Yeiiii!" she screamed, uselessly kicking her black heels, while he tongue fucked her like crazy. Taylor's sensitive pussy was not used to this kind of beat down. It was inflamed, throbbing with each pass of his tongue or nose. She began panting between cries. Her ass rose and thighs parted for his lips. "No! No!' she sobbed, 'Stop! Stop!" Those cries became weaker and her whimpers louder. Suddenly Jaylen had a hard time holding her, and her back arched up. The tendrils of her inner thighs flexed, and her heeled feet, shot straight out. "Oh, God!" she howled, as the orgasm took everything she had. Her cunt clenched drenching Anthony's face with her liquid love.

Jaylen had watched it all in her face. The way her hazel eyes dilated, then shot wide open like her lips. It made him want to fuck her even more. They took her limp body and carried it over to the bed. She was dumped sideways across her father's tied feet. Steph tried to go to her, but was slapped backward. Blood ran from a split lip. Rich was slapped even harder, knocking him back flat on his tied hands.

"You know what your job is, Bitch. You keep that Hubby aroused and stroke his cock. You don't fucking stop unless I say," Anthony ordered. He went back and grabbed the knife. For good measure, he held the sharp blade under Rich's vulnerable balls. Stephanie shook her head in fear, and went right back to her job. Both of her wrists were still tied, but she could still wrap her fingers around the shaft and stroke. Rich's dick was red, and swollen, each vein stood out in arousal. He could not stop his hips from rolling in pleasure.

Taylor was coming around, though still weakened from the powerful orgasm. Anthony released her pony-tail and wound it in his hand. He pulled her head up and held the knife to her throat. "Look at your Daddy, Darling. Don't you give us any problems, and he will keep that hard, cock and balls, and you will keep your waste of a life. Look at him. He enjoyed watching you cum on my tongue. Can you stroke cock like your mother? Have you ever stroked a hard cock?"

"Yes,' she admitted in embarrassment, 'But only once. I was curious, but I stopped. My boyfriend wanted me to do more. You men are all disgusting. Leave us be. You have had your fun."

"You see, it's like this, Baby. We can't leave just yet. The law is still looking for us. So we're horny, and your family is going to play with us. Disgusting; You have not seen disgusting yet. For starters, your mother's hands are tired, so you are going to take over for her"

"No! Never! I can't do that! I won't!"

"You forget, him who has the knife gives the orders, Little Bitch. Now you push your mother's hands away and take his cock!" Anthony commanded.

Relenting, Taylor looked at her mother, tears in her eyes, and pushed her hand's away from Rich's shaft.

Anthony moved up the bed and held the blade to Stephanie throat. Stephanie could do nothing but watch.

Taylor's stomach growled. She felt sick. Her small hands wrapped around her father's dick. She felt its heat as she stroked it.

"Your Daughter's got hands like you, Mommy," Antony teased, cupping a bare breast and thumbing its nipple. "You think she can make him cum. A man can only take so much. Look at her work that dick." "That's it Sweetheart,' He called to Taylor, 'You've got him close. Work that cock."

Rich tried to lock it out from his mind, but he was too aroused. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see. From somewhere he heard: "Put your lips on it girl. Suck it!" 'No! No!' Rich said to himself, but he felt the wet lips of a warm mouth on his cock. "Agh,' he groaned, biting down and tasting his wife's cunt in his mouth.

Jaylen had reached over and shoved Taylor's head down over the shaft. "Ungh," she chocked. The throat convulsed around Rich's cock sending it into overdrive.

"Yea, yea! You've got him cumming, Baby! Swallow it! Swallow it!" Anthony cheered.

Jaylen had her face pinned to the twitching shaft. She could not get away from the inevitable. The cock spewed, sending load after load into her waiting throat. The quick eruption and bitter, salty, flavor of the seed surprised her. The black man kept her head pinned there, making her swallow the copious load. When she was finally allowed to come up for air. Cum drooled from her lips. It gurgled in her warm belly. She belched, and more came up, forcing her to relive its taste. The men's laughter humiliated her more.

"That's so fucking hot,' Anthony remarked, especially for Steph's ears, 'Swallowing Daddy's cum. Your Daughter's a cum-hungry Slut like you. Apple does't fall far from the tree; Does it?"

Jaylen took Taylor's hair and yanked her down the bed, flopping her head down over its edge. He slapped her face with his large, black, cock. "Now, suck a real man's cock, Slut," he ordered with a cruel pinch of her nipple. As she cried out, he thrust his shaft in the waiting hole.

"Mhpp! Gack!" she choked.

"Watch the, Bitches,' Anthony warned, 'I'll go get more rope for our festivities." He handed the knife off to Jaylen, who stroked its blade across Taylor's bare throat.

When Anthony returned with a handful of rope, Taylor had long strands of spit hanging down her face. Her face was beat red. Steph, had a bluish bruise on the side of her head, and more blood running from her lip and nose.

"Bitch give you trouble?" He inquired of Jaylen.

"Nothing a few slaps to the head couldn't cure," Jaylen replied.

"Don't waste a good load in her throat, Man. Here's more rope. I think she should be properly filled. Help me move the Sucker first. We need more room on the bed. He's wasting space."

They drug Rich from the bed. Not caring if he banged his head on the floor. They gave him an extra beat-down, before tying him back to the nearby chair. Anthony adjusted it with a good view of the martial bed, before slapping him hard in the head. "Watch how the real boys play," Anthony added with a shake of the cock. He stepped to Steph, striking her across the face, and knocking her, stunned, from the bed to the floor. She lie there un-moving. Rich feared she was dead, but her body still twitched.

The two men took Taylor's screeching body and drug her up the bed, affixing ropes to her wrists and knees. They propped her back up with two pillows and tied her wrists overhead to the headboard. Next, as she bucked and fought, they drew her knees up, high and wide, presenting her naked sex and puckered asshole for their pleasure. After tying her up tight to the far end of the headboard, Jaylen found a smaller pillow which he stuffed up under her ass.

"My, now don't that look sweet and inviting," Jaylen remarked admiring her struggling form.

"Get your hands off me," Taylor chirped, as Jaylen ran his black hands over her tender young breasts. He tightly squeezed an orb making her squeal in pain. Her heart jumped in her chest, as the hand traveled lower, down her flat tummy, to the fine, brown, hairs of her mound. His hand delayed there, toying with the curls, twirling them between his dark fingers. She held her breath, as they traveled again, much lower. "No... No... Don't... don't touch me there."

"I think it's time to be honest with us, Missy," Jaylen stated. He pressed a finger between her soft folds, rubbing it up and down, pressing more and more till it flowered, and presented the tight hole. "Have you been a good girl? Answer or I'll find out soon enough," he warned.

"Of course, You Bastard. I'm a good girl, and I'll stay one!" she spat.

Her answer hardened his cock even more. "No, you're not a good girl at all,' he stated, mater-of-fact, 'Isn't that your Daddy's cum still dripping from your lips? I think you were just saving yourself for black cock. What do you think, Tony?"

"Yea," Anthony answered. He had Steph by the hair and was dragging her back up to the bed. "She's a Dick Hound, Just like Mommy, here." He reached into Steph's mouth and jerked her gag out.

She sputtered, her mouth and lips dry. "Please....... Leave my..... Baby alone. Look, we will do whatever you wish," she pleaded.

"Oh, we know. That's why we have you two Sluts right up here on the bed. You're going to wet your daughters pussy for my buddy's cock," Anthony explained.

"W... What?" Stephanie sputtered. She totally blown by the man's suggestion. 'Surely, he did not go there?' she thought. 'He did not mean that? he couldn't have?" "What?" she asked again.

"You heard me. That's why I removed your gag; Not to hear you babble, but to see you eat pussy."

"I... can't. I won't dare. You're fucking sick, if you think I'll go there," She angrily replied.

"The proper term is, Go down there," Jaylen corrected her with a laugh. "Yea, Tony. That I want to see. Don't you, Girl?" Jaylen asked Taylor, yanking her by the hair.

"You Bastards are sick. The worst of the worst. My Mom would never do something like that. You've had your scare; Now just let us go," Taylor shot back, in agreement with her mother.

"Well, you see, Girls,' Anthony explained, 'People can be coerced to do many things with the right amount of persuasion. I learned that in jail. You and your mother will learn too; After all we have plenty of time, and I have a rather wild imagination." Reaching down, he cut Steph's ropes with the knife. Keeping some rope in his hand, he stood and stepped behind Rich's chair. Calmly he looped the rope around Rich's neck, looked straight at Steph and gave it a crank.

"No!" Stephanie screamed before Jaylen jerked her back down to the bed. She watched helpless, as Rich's face became red and his body jerked in panic.

"No! No! Please, you'll kill him. Stop!"

"That's all up to you, Sweetheart. You either do everything I say, or he dies; Very slowly I might add. I can choke him unconscious, bring him back, then start all over. He'll piss all over your chair, before I start carving off pieces. Would you like to see that? Of course, once he dies, we can start on your beautiful, daughter there. You think she will ever find a good husband with 'Cum Slut' carved on her belly?"

Both Steph and Taylor were a wreck. So quickly they began to sob and plead. Steph conceded: "Anything, anything, Mister. I'll do it. Just leave my family alone."

"I knew you would," Anthony replied before nodding to his friend.

Jaylen took Steph by the hair and pushed her face down between her daughter's thighs. "Wait,' he said, pulling her up to remove the black framed, glasses, 'These will get in the way. I want your face all the way in there." He then forced her head back down. "Either that tongue moves or your Hubby jerks."

Steph had never felt so humiliated, even more than before. Her tongue crept out and weakly swiped across Taylor's crease. "Not good enough." she heard from above followed by the sound of her husband's jerks. Closing her eyes, she began licking in earnest. Jaylen had no need to hold her now. She was fully under their control. He could move his attention back to the daughter.

"You need to enjoy it, Little Slut," he told Taylor, shifting small hairs from her face. Her eyes were closed. She did not care to see or feel. Jaylen would have to fix that. He retrieved the bottle of whisky from the nightstand. There was till plenty left. With her eyes closed, she never saw the bottle raised to her lips. It was too late once it was tipped back. The burning liquid spilled down her throat. Before she could even gasp for air, most of the bottle was gone. Her head spun and her vision blurred. "You will relax now; Won't you, Little One? I want to see you cum on your Mommy's tongue."

Anthony needed more. He jumped to the bed behind Steph. She was on her knees, bent down, head buried deep in Taylor's sex. Cupping his hand, he ran it up the sweet curve of Stephanie's backside. "I don't know how you do it, Man, but I gots to fuck something, and this pussy looks perfect!"

"Just building up the cum, Brother," Jaylen responded, stroking his black shaft. "I'm looking forward to filling this little slut up."

"Well, I'm fucking Mamma then," Anthony said. He knelt behind Stephanie and slapped her inner thighs. "Open those thighs, Mamma. Daddy wants some pussy." He took his stiff meat, aligned it with Steph's cunt, grabbed a hip, and shoved it all the way in. She groaned loudly before the thrust planted her face back into Taylor's cunt. "Tight for a Mamma,' he remarked, 'Hubby has no dick compared to Daddy," he laughed.

Taylor tried to block the feeling from her mind. She closed her eyes but that only increased her other perceptions. She could feel Steph's soft hair along her inner thighs. Each time Anthony thrust into Steph, her nose would grind into Taylor's rapidly swelling clit. Then there was the smell; The pungent aroma of the black man's drooling cock only inches from her face. Sticky fluid drained from its tip, painting her erect nipples below. Her own aroma began to creep up from below reminding her of the unwanted arousal. There ware the sounds as well; Loud grunts and groans from her mother below, and the man behind her. The slapping of flesh, as his cock slammed against Steph's ass. More of them, as he spanked it from time to time. Then there was the sounds of the wet lips smacking her wet flesh. Jaylen knew what he was doing. Taylor was "drunk." With her head reeling, it was harder and harder for her to take back control. Her body began to speak to her, telling her it was alright, she needed to cum. "It does not matter. You are a Slut. Feel that tongue. Who cares who's lips they are; I feel good. Let them do it," her body commanded.

Taylor was loosing it; Loosing the battle, and she knew it. The tendons in her thighs tightened, as she pulled up on the ropes, lifting her ass from the pillow below. They tried to spread wider, give Steph's tongue more access to her cunt. Her young breasts rose and fell with her rapid shortness of breath. The nipples stood painfully erect and proud. Her eyes were now open, fixated on the black cock that stood, waiting for the opportunity to shred her virginity. Taylor hated it, but she wanted that cock. Deep down, she was eager to feel it stretching her body. She imagined it working into her folds, it's skin caressing her tight inner walls. "No. No," she told herself.

Apparently her words were louder. Jaylen heard her. "Not no, yes, You Little Tart. Grind on your mother's tongue like a Slut. Is she turning you on? Making you cum? Go ahead, show us what a Slut you are."

"She's almost there, Mommy,' Anthony teased from behind, 'Fuck her with that tongue. Lick her ass. Get it in there, Bitch. Eat that shit!"

Something had snapped inside Stephanie. She had decided to please these men, thinking they would go easier on her family after that. In so doing, Steph had let her body relax, and that ever-thrusting, cock was getting to her. When Taylor came it surprised her. The milky fluid coated her face, then her own cunt did the same. It twitched, tightening on the thrusting shaft, forcing it to spurt jet after jet of hot cum into her womb.

Jaylen whispered something into Anthony's ear before pushing Stephanie aside.

Anthony laughed. "Come here, Bitch,' he told Steph, 'Let's give the cute couple room to work."

Pulling Steph up straight, he turned her back to Rich. Her sex was swollen and dripping. She could feel the man's cum running down her inner thigh, across her hose, and into her high heels. The bald man cupped her wet sex, bringing the cum up and spreading it over her anus.

"Slid your ass down his cock," he ordered.

"What? she questioned, looking back to see her husbands hard shaft, erect and ready.

"I did not stutter, Bitch. Do it!" he ordered.

Timidly, Steph reached back, took her husband's cock and aimed it at her puckered hole. She heard him moan, as it slowly filled her bowels. Steph knew how Rich loved anal sex, but she hardly gave in. This time, she had no choice.

"Down!" Anthony barked, pushing her shoulders until the shaft totally filled her butt. "Now you just sit still, Slut. You get to find out just what a perv your Hubby is, while he watches your daughter get her first dick."

"No! Please, leave her be. You can't! We'll do anything. I'll do anything!" she pleaded.

"Sorry, Slut. No can do. I think my friend has waited long enough, and only your daughter's fresh, virgin, cunt will satisfy him now. So shut the fuck up, or I start choking your man, while he is still in your ass." He leaned back to Rich: "Can you still feel my cum in your wife's tight ass? Here...' he said yanking Steph's hair and pulling her face backwards to Rich's, 'Can you smell your daughters cunt on her face? She was just lapping that shit up, like a born Lessie. Now look around your wife at your innocent daughter over there. Look at Jaylen's black cock. You think she can take all of that hard meat?" His response were angry, muffled, screams. Anthony just laughed. "Give us a good show, Old Buddy," he called to Jaylen.