He began to fuck her very slowly, savoring the delicious snugness of her hot come-filled box. Pat had to admit that if she'd liked the guy and been alone with him, she could easily have gotten off on his giant dick. She'd never taken a cock so big, and it stuffed and reamed her little twat deliciously.
But this was hardly a romantic situation. Just a few feet away her daughter was being raped.
Trish had struggled just as hard as her mother, but with no better results. Sid and Dave were holding her down, pinning her so firmly that she could hardly move. Frank was kneeling between her legs and studying the sweet golden curls of her muff and the light pink flesh of her pussy. He had a stiff hard-on, his seven-inch prick nuzzling his belly.
'You're gonna get it now, little girl,' he grinned.
Trish didn't know many swear words, so she just stuck out her tongue at him and made a nasty face. She knew he was going to ball her, that she couldn't get away, but at least she could let him know that she despised him and his friends. Then Frank flopped down on her and thrust his thick hard meat up her tiny tight cunt.
'Uhhhhh,' Trish whined.
She tried to keep her voice low, knowing that any loud cries would upset her mother. She gritted her teeth as she felt Frank's thick long cock easing up her tiny twat and finally pressing against her womb. Then he sighed deeply and started to fuck her in slow leisurely strokes, delighting in the exquisite tightness of young pussy.
'Oh, Jesus,' Frank moaned, 'so friggin' tight.'
Trish had normal feelings, and she couldn't help thinking that under better circumstances she really would have liked balling Frank. He had a nice big dick, and he really knew how to fuck. He didn't go at her savagely, but probed slowly and tantalizingly in her easily-aroused box. Trish might have let herself go with him if she hadn't been so concerned for her mother.
The two women glanced at each other. Trish saw Pat pinned down by Carl's big body, her lovely face flushed as the white-haired man moaned and worked his big dick in her. Pat saw Trish panting under Frank's lean body, his small ass writhing as he fucked slowly in her tiny hot cunt. A look of understanding passed between Pat and Trish, a look that said: We'll survive and we'll get even.
Then they looked away, too embarrassed to face each other any longer. Pat was embarrassed partly because Carl's big cock was feeling better and better to her. When they'd been together before, he'd wanted a blow job and she hadn't been able to enjoy his thick eight-inch prick. She was enjoying it now, and she just wished they were alone together.
'Nooooo,' she whined, not wanting him to know how aroused she was becoming.
'Relax, baby,' Carl panted, 'you know it's good.'
Yes, it was, and he made it even better by riding higher on her, rubbing his hard silky meat back and forth over her sensitive little clit. Pat gritted her teeth and managed to stifle her cries of pleasure, but she couldn't blot out the intense enjoyment she felt as his giant cock rubbed her clit and reamed her box.
Meanwhile Trish was having the same problem. She didn't want to give these leering men the satisfaction of knowing how horny she felt, but it was damned hard to ignore the repeated stuffing of her hungry little box by Frank's long hard dick. She knew that if she'd been alone with him she would have come in a second.
All the while Brock sat in his chair watching the action, the same cruel smile playing over his face. Trish and Pat had humiliated him in front of his friends, and he wanted to get even. Suddenly he had a wicked idea.
'Hey, why don't the rest of you guys get in on the fun?' he said. 'A chick can take more than one guy at once, if you get my meaning.'
This remark was greeted with snickers and shouts of approval. Pat didn't know quite what he meant, but she was sure she'd find out soon and that she wouldn't like it. She was right. Carl raised himself to his knees, making room for Mel, who straddled her chest, his plump ass just grazing her big heaving tits. He poked the drooling head of his stiff cock against her lips.
'Come on, baby, open up,' he leered.
'Oh, noooo,' Pat wailed.
She felt such intense anger toward Brock, she could have screamed. This obscene idea was all his. But she knew she couldn't escape and that the men wouldn't let her and Trish go till they were totally satisfied. With a sob of frustration Pat opened her lips and allowed Mel to slide his fat drooling cock into her mouth.
'Awwwww, Christ, yeah,' he moaned. 'Come, on, honey, suck me off.'
Pat obeyed like a robot, mechanically sucking on his thick throbbing prick. Carl continued to ream and stuff her snug little box with his thick meat. Meanwhile across the room a duplicate scene was taking place. Frank fucked Trish on his knees, and Sid straddled her chest and poked the bubbling head of his cock against her little pink-glossed mouth.
'Take it, kid,' Sid said hoarsely. 'Blow me.'
Trish wasn't wild about the idea, but she realized she wouldn't get away till she'd done everything they wanted. Sighing, she opened her mouth and let Sid slide his hot hard cock onto her tongue. She sucked slowly, mechanically, just like her mother was doing. But Sid didn't care if she liked it or not. He moaned blissfully, and his swollen dick leaked hot salty juice onto her tongue.
'That's it, baby,' he sighed, 'suck my meat.'
Pat managed to glance around her two partners and see her daughter in the same situation. It only increased her hatred of Brock. Looking around, she saw him still seated and grinning maniacally as he watched the action. She saw something else, too – Brock was rubbing his own crotch, unconsciously frigging himself as he watched the others. She hadn't been wrong – he really was a sickie.
She thanked God that neither she nor Trish had mated him. It wasn't worth the money or the security. All she wanted now was to get herself and her daughter away from that lunatic. But first the other men had to be satisfied. Dave and Jack were still left out of the action, but Pat had a sinking feeling that they'd find some way to join in.
'Hey,' Jack panted, 'roll her over on her side.'
He was kneeling right there, watching Carl fuck Pat while Mel jerked his cock in her mouth. His cock was rock-hard and ready. His two friends did as he asked, rolling Pat onto her side, and then Jack lay behind her and pressed the slick hard head of his prick against the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole.
'Uhhhhh,' Pat cried.
She couldn't say much else because her mouth was fully stuffed with Mel's thick jerking cock. It was the only way she could express her shock and terror as Jack eagerly worked his thick drooling cock up her tiny asshole. It hurt terribly, and all she could do to protect herself was to relax her anal muscles completely. He grunted and shoved till his hot swollen balls rested against her butt and his big dick was fully lodged in her deliciously tight brownie.
'Oh, Christ,' Jack wailed.
'What are you doing, man?' Dave called from across the room.
'Fucking her in the ass,' Jack panted. 'Oh, Jesus, is it ever tight.'
Dave snickered and said, 'Hey, I think I'll try that, too.'
Pat was crushed that she could do nothing to help her daughter, but she was pinned down by the three men who were balling her mouth and cunt and asshole. She could only pray that Trish wouldn't be hurt. She had a glimpse of the other men rolling Trish onto her side, but then Mel obscured her view as he bent even closer over her face.
'Suck that cock, baby,' he whined, 'Suck it.'
Meanwhile Trish stiffened and gave a shrill little whimper as she felt Dave popping the hard head of his cock into her tight little brownie. Like Pat, she quickly learned that she must relax her asshole in order not to be torn or hurt. Fortunately Dave's cock was tiny and he managed to thrust it fully into her without giving her much pain.
'Holy shit,' Dave gasped, 'it's the tightest thing I ever fucked.'
The rest of the scene was vague to Pat and Trish. They felt eager pounding cocks in their mouths, cunts and bumholes, but the image they remembered best was Brock leaning forward in his chair and watching gleefully while the two women were raped. He was laying with himself unashamedly, rubbing his cock through his pants. And this was the man they'd once dreamed of marrying!
Finally it was over, the excited men shooting their hot steamy loads into the women's throats, twats and assholes. Brock's business pals seemed suddenly sheepish and ashamed for what they'd done, and they hurriedly dressed and left the hotel. Brock, left alone with mother and daughter, stood up and let his pants drop, displaying
