the underside of his prickshaft and force it into the girl's pussy. When half his prick was inside her dark, slick fuckhole, Wanda began sucking and chewing on their crotches as if she were starving.
'Mmmmmm, fuck her again,' Wanda whispered. 'Stick in some more cum so I can eat it out.'
'I think she's gone cock-hungry,' Mike said. 'Or maybe she's just fooling us again.'
'No, not that,' Wanda said, remembering the chain torture. It seemed a million years ago. 'I was just scared. I'm sorry. Oh hell, let's talk later! I want some more hot cum right now!'
'Get off of her, Brenda,' Mike said, pulling away.
'Huh?' Brenda said. 'What for?'
'Let's you and me fuck for awhile. Without her,' he said, giving his stepmother a dark grin.
Wanda could read his mind. He had tortured her physically, assaulted her emotionally, and was now working on the mental aspect of it. He was going to make her beg to be fucked.
Well, I'm not going to be broken, she decided. Not by that little prick, anyway. I'll just lie there and close my eyes, try to get some sleep.
She smiled suddenly, remembering hitting him on the head with the chain. That had felt good.
'Aren't we gonna do anything else to her?' Brenda demanded when Mike pulled her off Wanda. 'I thought you said…'
'Just shut the fuck up, bitch, OK?' Mike said, his voice angry. 'I'll take care of her in my own good time.'
'You? I thought you said we could all do it,' Brenda said.
'You know? You think too fucking much,' Mike said, pushing her to the floor and jerking her legs apart. 'Now do what you do best, and give me some pussy.'
'Mmmmm, gladly,' Brenda said, reaching for his enormous, bobbing prickshaft with both hands, 'Stick your cock right inside my cunt, and fuck me silly.'
Wanda tried to ignore what was happening beside her, but as the noisy smacking of their fucking became louder, she found herself looking over.
Mike's muscular frame was totally engulfing the young girl, and even from here, she could see his meaty cock jab in and out of her puckered fuckhole. His balls were rolling up and down her thighs already throbbing with a fresh load of cum.
'That's the way!' Brenda gasped. 'Fuck me harder, Mike. Really shove your cock up my pussy and fuck away.'
The words repulsed Wanda as much as what they were doing. The girl talked like an experienced whore. Wherever did she learn so much about the wild life?
'You like the way I fuck you, baby?' Mike whispered, kissing Brenda's upturned tits. 'Hmmmmmm? Does it feel real good?'
'Oh, you're the best,' Brenda panted, lifting and lowering her ass to meet his quick fuck-thrusts. 'I'd love it if you could fuck me like this the rest of the night.'
Their words of passion and the sight of their firm bodies molding together caused Wanda's cunt to throb. And even though she felt raw hatred toward her stepson, she also felt a little envious of Brenda.
Brenda could fuck like that all the time. She didn't have a husband or responsibilities. She could just fall back and spread her legs for anyone.
And probably had, the little bitch!
Brenda had probably had more cock than Wanda had ever thought about. Somehow, it seemed unfair to the woman.
Have I let my youth escape me? she wondered.
But I have Stan, right? And just where is the sonofabitch? Off on some trucking job, probably fucking some roadside whore. Truckers do that, I know.
So, if he fucks whores, she thought, why can't I fuck around? And it isn't like Jimmy and Mike are blood relatives.
Although she realized her arguments were ridiculous, she had to somehow justify the throbbing in her cunt. She wanted to fuck the boy. She wanted to feel his cock inside her pussy again – to taste his thick globs of cum – to feel his hard, hairy body pressing down on her.
'Fuck me, Mike,' she whispered, almost hoping he wouldn't hear.
She felt defeated now, almost as if she were under some sort of spell.
If Mike heard her, he didn't let on. He kept fucking his cock savagely in and out of Brenda's fuckhole, licking wildly at her nipples.
'Yes, yes, yes!' Brenda screamed out suddenly, bucking so hard, she almost threw him off. 'Fuck meeeeeeee!'
As the girl shrieked, thrashing about as if in pain, Wanda could almost see what her cunt must look like. It would be pink and frothy, hugging and sucking on her stepson's massive cock. And her pussy's hard contractions would be milking the globs of turn from his balls.
'Unhhhhh, take it, slut! Take my jizz!' Mike gasped, punching inward with his full strength.
He held himself against her body for a couple of seconds, grinding his small ass around, then began fucking up and down so hard, Wanda thought he might injure the girl.
'Eat on my prick with your cunt, whore bitch. Fuck in every drop and fuck it to your cocksucking brains.'
Oh, Jesus! Wanda thought. Now his cum is boiling into the girl's climaxing cunt. His fuck juices are sloshing around, eating into her quivering pussy like thick, milky acid.
'Oh, I want to fuck too!' Wanda screamed out, feeling her pussy and throat become a vacuum, almost demanding the thick, meaty sensation of cock. 'Come over here, Mike! God, I have to have your prick!'
As Wanda spoke, she felt new waves of humiliation sweep over her. Couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? she told herself. Oh, no – I have to blurt out the first thing that comes into my mind. And what if Stan could hear my words? I wouldn't blame him if he kicked my ass out!
'Eat shit, bitch,' Mike said, turning his face away from Brenda's tits and giving his stepmother a hard look.
Wanda closed her eyes and fell back, her body bathed in sweat. And as she heard the echo of her own voice, she felt more ashamed than ever. She wanted nothing more than to crawl in a dark hole and die.
After a few more minutes of torture, feeling her pussy ache and throb, she opened her eyes and looked back over at them.
Slowly, Mike pulled away from Brenda, then sat back on his haunches. His cock flopped upward and smacked his stomach, leaving a glistening residue of milky cum and pussy juice.
'Mike, I won't tell your father,' Wanda said. 'Just untie me, and let me go to bed, OK? I know things will never be the same between us, but… if I hurt you, I'm sorry.'
'You are one chrome-plated bitch, you know that?' Mike sneered. 'Why don't you surprise us all, and tell the truth once in awhile?'
'I am telling the truth,' Wanda said, searching for the right words. 'If I could do it over, wouldn't have gone out there to the barn and whipped you. I wouldn't have hit you with the chain.'
'You want to prove all that shit?' Mike interrupted.
'Prove it?' Wanda asked, not liking the tone in his voice. 'What do you mean?'
'I just mean that you'll take your punishment if you've done wrong, right?'
More chains, ropes? Another rape? What did he want from her?
'I'll do anything,' Wanda said.
'Well, I was going to make you anyway, but this way it might be even more fun,' Mike said. 'I'm gonna make you sorry for what you did. And you're gonna scream…'
Wanda swallowed and nodded her head, afraid to speak. He sounded suddenly evil.
'And what's more,' Mike added, 'you're gonna love it. I know you will. You have all the makings of a whore. And I'm going to convince you of just what a bad cunt you really are.'
Am I down deep… bad? she wondered. If I hadn't met Stan, would I have taken to the streets, fucked anything that walked?
She looked at his cock and felt a new hunger in the back of her mouth. Perhaps he was right.
And in a way, she hoped he was. 'You want to be fucked,' Mike said, reaching for the rope at her wrist. 'And I'm going to fuck you.'
