"Well, I guess now you know," Bob said. "What do you think?"
"I think it's beautiful," Melissa answered. "I'm glad you decided to let me know, and I'd like to share it with you. With both of you."
Bob's cock twitched, rising to an instant hard-on as Melissa began crawling towards him.
"You mean you want to fuck me?"
"Yes, both of you. I masturbated the whole time I was watching. Now, I want to feel it, feel both of you fucking into me."
Suddenly Melissa was beside him on the floor. Her searching hands were all over the young man's body, trailing over every inch of his youthful firmness.
"I want you. I want to fuck you, both of you. I need your beautiful cock up my cunt while I eat Anita. I've got to have you both at the same time."
She wriggled her thirsting body over Bob's thighs, trembling as his cock settled into the bushy patch of her pussy hair. With one hand she reached down and grabbed the taut hardness of his prick. With the other, she caressed the warm, hairy gash of her cunt.
With two fingers she parted the hair-lined lips of her pussy, the matted walls spreading wider and wider. She then placed his throbbing cock-head into the sensitive pink furrow, pressing it against her pulpy labes.
She now ran his pulsing prick-head up and down her slit. Her moans came steadily as she stroked the monstrous shaft with the smooth inner flesh of her cunt-lips, her running box trickling its hot juices.
Finally he was seduced into action. He carefully lifted his body, easing Melissa onto her back. With his own hand he now guided his iron-hard meat into longer and firmer strokes, grinding the blood-engorged tip of his cock into the raw, sensitive bump of her clit.
"Aaaaahhhh! Yes! God damn, it feels go good!" she cried, thrusting the silky triangle of her beaver harder against his scraping cock-head. "Now, Anita, sit on my face. Give me your cunt and let me suck you off!"
The older woman quickly obeyed. She straddled Melissa's face, lowering her cunt directly down on the girl's mouth. Instantly Melissa drove her hard tongue into Anita's hole, sucking and lapping at the juice as it ran from her heated, open gash.
The sight of his mother's shaking body and the sound of her loud, deep-throated sighs drove Bob even farther into his rising lust. His cock began diving deeper and deeper into her sapping sheath with each stoke, the warm depths of her cunt drawing him like a magnet.
"Give it to me!" Melissa gasped. "Give me your cock! All of it! I've got to have your cock in me now!"
Bob guided his aching fuck-pole to the juice-soaked mouth of her cunt. With one hard lunge he thrust his hips against her upraised crotch. His prick parted the soft, yielding walls of her cunt, and dove like a fleeing animal into the warm inner depths of her belly.
The fullness of his massive cock-shaft stretching her clenched cunt drove Melissa crazy with erotic delight. "God, it's good! It's so good. Fuck me, both of you. Batter me, smother me with your cunt, Anita. I want to fill you the way that I'm being filled."
Anita was being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that reamed the far reaches of her pussy. It pulsed in and out of her like a miniature prick, stroking and caressing every inch of her tender hole. She moaned incessantly. Her hands grabbed at the bobbing head, jamming it harder into the burning channel of her snatch.
"Ooooohhh, Goddddd! Yes!" Melissa screamed. "Fuck me harder! Fuck my face! Fuck my cunt! Fill me with everything until I can't take any more!"
Melissa's hips churned frantically, flying up to meet each of Bob's savage thrusts. Deeper and deeper he sank his cock into her gorged hole, his balls slapping firmly on the rippling, upturned cheeks of her ass.
He could feel her cunt muscles contracting, milking and sucking at his tool as he humped it harder and faster to feed her hungry twat.
Suddenly Anita felt the juices flowing from her wide-spread pussy in giant flooding waves. Her body jerked frantically as one of several massive, trembling orgasms racked her body. The river flowed from her cunt to spill down and bathe Melissa's face as she gobbled greedily at the sweet passion-brew.
From behind her, Anita felt the sudden, warm embrace of her son's strong arms, her own shaking mingling with the forceful jolts of his lunges into Melissa's writhing cunt. His hands cupped and fondled her bouncing tits in their crushing grasp, pushing her over the edge into one giant, final blast of orgasmic explosion.
Melissa was delirious with the giving and receiving of so much pleasure. She stretched her thighs open to the limit, and rammed her boiling cunt over Bob's rock-hard tool as her head thrashed desperately between Anita's convulsing thighs. Her mouth worked passionately, sucking the woman's pussy as thoroughly as her cunt sucked Bob's cock. Bob screamed, his cock thundering deep into her cunt. Melissa cried out her encourage meat in an animal scream that lost itself in the pulpy folds of Anita's pussy. She writhed like a demon possessed under his frantic thrusts, her cunt clutching his cock with incredible fury.
Melissa could feel the raging lust of his rutting tool as her cunt suddenly twitched in a racking spasm that stiffened her body with its force.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Pour it into me! Give me your cream! Come with me, it's gonna blow me apart!"
Her voice was a piercing shriek as her orgasm struck her cunt and belly like a hammer. The juices poured out to flood over his rampaging cock as her body bucked spastically.
And now, it was Bob who stiffened, his balls erupting in a burning fire. He shook and trembled as his creamy, thick cum spurted from the hole in his cock-head to blast its way deep into Melissa's quivering cunt.
Her belly twitched with the scorching power of the sperm his jumping cock was emptying into her cunt. Their juices mingled and flowed out around his cock, oozing down to trickle across her nakedly exposed asshole.
At last the final shudders of their orgasms subsided. Each body unwound itself from the other to collapse in a heap at some nearby space of carpet.
"Now that's what I call being a close family," Melissa said.
The comment drew a round of exhausted laughter from the others, and more importantly, opened the way for them to talk about it.
For several hours Bob and Anita just sat unburdening themselves of the secret of their relationship. Years of having to hide their love now caused their story to flow out in one long torrent of confession. Melissa listened sympathetically, offering all the support she could.
Finally, when it came time to leave, she dressed quickly, and paused to return their grateful, embracing farewells before finally leaving. The ride home was dominated by her fond and detailed remembrance of the evening's activities.
She replayed it in her mind time and again until, by the time she got home, the only thing she could think of was taking a bath and going to sleep. She entered the apartment, bolted the door, and dropped her purse and coat to the floor. She was striding to the bathroom, her arms reaching out in one long, contented stretch when the voice came.
"Hello, super-star. Been out celebrating?"
Her muscles contracted, her startled body turning to face the unexpected guest as he emerged from the shadows of the corner.
"Murdock! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Waiting… I been thinking about you all day, sweet-tits, and I kinda got it figured that you owe me something."
He had obviously had a few drinks, and Melissa could see a cold, sadistic, lusting glow in her eyes that left no doubt as to his meaning. She was frightened, but she could not let him know it.
"Look, Murdock, I don't know how you got in here, but if you aren't out in two seconds, I'm calling the police."
"Go ahead. Call them."
"You bet I will!"
With all the confidence she could maintain, she stormed past him. She was only inches from the phone, and questioning his passiveness, when suddenly she was rocked by the impact of his hammer-like fist on her head.
She crumbled to her knees, her eyes assailed by blinding white flashes as she fought to retain consciousness. The ringing in her ears served to drown the sounds, but somehow not the meaning of Murdock's words as he kneeled before her.
"Listen, cunt. You've been fucking me royal ever since you dragged your slutty ass into my office, and I'm sick of it. Now you're going to fuck me the way I want to be fucked."
"Murdock," she mumbled, her tongue struggling for speech, "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the absolute last ma…"
But she never got to finish. Murdock's hand crossed her face in a vicious slap that brought on another chorus of balls.
Now Melissa was only aware of movement, and the distant hum of his bitter oaths. He had her by the back of the neck, and was moving her along. She felt the hand release, and then something like the weightlessness of outer space, before she felt herself bounce to a soft landing on what she knew was her bed.
She was now able to make out the sound of tearing cloth as her blouse flew from her limply struggling body. She sat there puzzling as the ripping continued behind her. My God, she thought, her mind beginning to clear, he's still tearing at that fucking blouse. He's gone crazy. I've got to do something, go to scream. Scream, damn you… scream.
She opened her mouth, the sound rising slowly but, unfortunately, too slowly. No sooner had her mouth opened than Murdock shaved one of the shredded pieces of cloth into it, tying another around her head to bind it in place.
It was not until she felt the cloth circling her wrists that she panicked. Her arms began fighting frantically at the bonds, tearing at her assailant with a fury that almost enabled her to match his superior, manly strength. For a second she was getting the upper hand, then wham! – another slap – Wham! Wham! Two more, and she slipped mercifully into unconsciousness.
She was not sure how long she had been out, but the first thing she saw when she awoke was Murdock's naked form next to her on the bed. His body was sweating from his labors, his cock standing out in quivering defiance from the dark forest of his crotch.
"Good morning, princess. I've been waiting for you. I almost started without you, but I decided to let you come around first. I want you to enjoy every minute of this."
Hoping to surprise him, she lunged, only to discover that she could not move. With the various pieces of torn clothing he had carefully tied both arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. She filled with anger and disgust as she realized her body was now helpless, and open to his every whim. She had only her panties to cover her nakedness, and they were quick to go.
"The first thing I want to do is get a look at your marvelous cunt," he panted, his hands easily tearing the fragile fabric from her hips. "So… this is it. The cunt the whole world wants. The cunt that made you boss, and fucked me out of a job."
His body filled with an insane, sadistic passion as he brought his head down to stare at her cunt, his thumbs coming up to part the soft labes.
"Well, it looks just like any other twat I've ever seen, just a lot more used… a lot more… recently, by the look of things. Maybe I should clean it out first, just to be safe. You never know what you might catch."
With this, he balled the silken fabric of her panties up, and with his thumbs, he viciously rammed the soft wad into her open pussy. She strained at her bonds as she felt the cloth cruelly enter and rise the long channel of her hole. But, for him, this was just the start. He now began shoving his whole hand behind it.
She fought as long as she could. Her cunt muscles tensed, trying to hold off the agonizing entry of his fingers, but to no avail. His hand shoved on, stretching the rich, pink lips of her pussy to their widest limit, racking her body in fiery, tearing torment.
Finally, preferring defeat to pain, she gave in to him, and relaxed her muscles. It was with great relief that the last row of knuckles cleared the taut opening of her twat, allowing it to contract around the firm bulk of his bony wrist.
He now clutched at the balled cloth inside her, and began running it around the soft inner walls of her gorged cunt. His breathing became frantic as the excitement of his act filled his revenge-racked mind. His hand twisted cruelly, swabbing the tender chamber of her pussy.
"Now it'll be clean. Now it'll be ready to fuck. But it's a little dry. We better get you wet, bitch, so you'll be ready for anything I decide to do. I want to see you respond to everything I'm doing to you."
He worked the cloth into his palm, burying it in his hand, and pulled his fingers into a tight fist. His face came down, his tongue shooting out to probe at the stretched-out knob of her clit as his fist jammed in and out. Its immense size – bigger than anything she had ever had – was tearing at her.
In spite of herself, the juices began to flow. They seeped out to coat the walls of her cunt, enabling his large fist to take longer and easier strokes. His hand was turning her inside out. His tongue was raking the soft, quivering bud of her clit, shocking her with jolt after jolt of thrilling passion.
Against every wish and command of her brain, her body began writhing its pleased response to his hateful acts. Her muffled protests became passionate moans as her cunt began massaging the giant fist in coaxing spasms.
But, if the idea of enjoying this odious man's deeds was repulsive to Melissa, it was even more disgusting to Murdock.
"NO!" he suddenly screamed.
He quickly lifted up, pulling his soaking fist from her cunt in one swift, hard motion that pierced the air with the sound of its suction.
"No! It's no good if you enjoy it. There's no punishment in that. Can't fuck your cunt, there's too much pleasure in that. Somewhere else. Where…? Your mouth is full… let's see… Okay… how about here?"
Suddenly he straddled her stomach, and grabbed the twin mounds of her firm standing tits. An ugly smile curled his lips as his hands crushed and kneaded the massive globes, the soft flesh bending to bulge up between his wide-spread fingers, the hardening nipples tingling with the touch of his sweating palms.
"Yes, here we go. Let's fuck these huge jugs. These lovely hard-nippled tits I've had to stare at for a whole year."
Again she strained at the tight bands at her wrists, her body bucking uselessly against the weight of his body. With one hand he reached back and into her cunt, coating his fingers with her seeping juices, and then puffing it out to run it over his passion-stretched cock.
"Got to get it good and wet," he sneered, his hand repeating the process. She watched him as he fisted the full length of his huge prick, coating it in layers of glistening cream, before finally climbing her body to rest himself below her shaking tits.
He stared hungrily at the dark nipples, his cock trembling in anticipation. He was consumed with the combination of feelings that poured through his body. The joy of degrading his year-long enemy, assaulting her, and humbling her sexually, carried his passions to heights he had never known. And now it all poured out.
Suddenly, without warning, he reached down and slapped her tits. "I want you to feel it, cunt," he growled, pounding her on the word "cunt". "I want your tits good and tender, cunt, so you'll fuck me fucking them, cunt." With each "cunt", he slapped, battering the inner walls of her wobbling tit-flesh, the presence of his fingers recorded in the rising welts.
Her screams were lost in the tight wad of her gag as her body writhed frantically. Her teeth clamped down, the tears welling in her tightly lidded eyes as the throbbing pain of his blows surged out from her tender jugs.
"You ready, cunt? I'm going to fuck your giant tits, cunt. Come an, bitch, squirm for me, show me how much you hate it."
He placed his pulsing cock on the hard ridge of her breast bone, and grabbed her beaten tits, crushing them together cruelly over the length of his bulging meat.
His hips began driving. Melissa could see his flared cock-tip appearing and disappearing into the red, welted valley of her cleavage. Her body jerked with each agonizing stroke as he rammed his cock through the raw, beaten mounds of her tits.
"Oh, Goddamnit," he moaned, "it's good. God, it's good. Your tits are so fucking hot and… FUCK!"
His hands pound the smooth globes harder and tighter against his raging cock, his thumb and forefinger tearing at her screaming nipples. His body shivered with each thrust as it plowed through, pausing only a few inches from her gagged mouth each time.
"Oh, fuck… it's too good. I'm coming! It's too short, too quick! Not enough torture! I got to hold it back! Got to stop it!"
But he could not. The sight of her bound and helpless body, captive to his every wish, plus the sexual bliss of her firm, huge tits across his cock, combined to take him over the edge. The cum burst from his churning prick in several gushing spurts, spilling out in steady, hot streams to land across her face and neck. On and on he humped, until the last trickle poured from his cock to dribble out onto her heaving chest.
"That takes care of the passion load," he said, his hands rubbing the sticky sperm into her face. "Now we can get on with the real fucking, and I promise you, it'll last a lot longer."
Melissa's heart sank when she realized it was not over. It was as though his orgasm meant nothing. His passion was so mixed with his hatred that his hard-on remained completely firm. If anything, he was even more aroused, and wasted no time in continuing. By untying her limbs one at a time, and retying them to the opposite corners, he had her turned over on her stomach in seconds.
He raised her hips high into the air, her face and chest driving hard into the mattress. He kneeled between her outstretched legs, and grabbed the firm, white cushions of her ass-cheeks, his fingers digging hard into the full, white pads.
"Now you just be punished," he chuckled, his hand reaching down to wrench the belt from his pants. "You've been a bad girl, and Daddy must punish you."
With this he doubled the band of leather in his trembling hand, and smashed it across her bare, upturned ass. Her body heaved as the blow smacked loudly into her flesh. Again and again his arm would rise, then descend in a short, sweeping arc, lashing her ass with the hard loop of leather, his rhythm broken only by an occasional motion as his lips came down to suck at the flaming, red welts, marking each one with a giant purple hickey.
Melissa could see his body trembling from the overwhelming delight of his sadistic whipping. His cock bobbed frantically. Each stroke of the strap would bring another trickle of pre-cum oozing from its tip to trail down in a long, sticky string to the bed.
Melissa was also consumed with her own response, not altogether unpleasant. She began to feel that, under different circumstances, she could get off on this. Even now her cunt was beginning to drip with passion as his half-strength blows seared into her tender flesh, the taut leather biting into her throbbing ass-cheeks.
Murdock was shocked to feel his orgasm rising. The thrill of his action was pulsing through him with such incredible power, that he was sure be could cum just from biting her, but he wanted more.
He threw the belt aside, and pushed his lips against her crinkled asshole, his tongue darting out to ream the tightly tensed muscle. For several minutes he continued probing, his hot tongue pouring in and out of her clenched little asshole as his sucking mouth soaked the tiny hole with saliva.
Now he rose, his hips coming directly behind her until the pulsing tip of his oozing prick pressed against her quivering bung. Quickly he rammed his hips forward, his huge cock soaring up the channel of her bowels in one swift agonizing plunge.
His cock tore at the dry-walled insides of her rectum. Her body writhed and snaked furiously against the torment of his rigid tool. On and on he drove, the full length of his prick emerging and burying itself between the swollen, red cheeks of her ass. Harder and harder he banged, his passion rising in giant swells from his lust-frenzied balls.
Fortunately for Melissa, it was quick in coming. She endured some ten or fifteen strokes of his ramming pole into her dry, raw ass-tube, and screamed out her relief as his cock erupted into her, spilling out its cream in hot, surging blasts.
His body twisted violently with each, burst, his cock spewing its thick jizz far into the depths of her bowels.
Finally it slowed, the cum dribbling its last gasps before withering and sliding from her ass in one gurgling contraction of her aching muscle.
But the hatred remained. He dressed quickly, untying her, and dragging her by the hair towards the front door.
"This is just my first visit, bitch," he said, throwing open the front door.
Melissa's hands went up to shield herself from the empty hallway. Murdock laughed at the modest gesture, and leaned against the space of wall next to the door.
"I think you got off on this whole thing, didn't you, bitch? Well, don't worry, I intend to come back often. You've got a year's worth of debt to pay off, and I'm going to get it. And next time it'll be slower… much slower."
Murdock never saw it coming. In one gesture of incredible speed, she drove her knee up and into his balls, packing it with all the strength her tired body could muster.
She ducked in anticipation of his retaliation, but it never came. She uncovered her face, and saw him frozen in an open-mouthed, soundless scream, his eyes rolled into the back of his lids. She moved around and pushed his body into the open doorway.
He fell to the hallway floor, his body and face still retaining their silent agony. She stared for a few seconds, savoring the sight, printing it forever in her mind. It was the final battle of a long war, and she wanted to remember it.
She knew she would never see Murdock again.