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He heard her high heels click on the grubby, faded, pink and orange tiled pattern of the ancient linoleum. Letting a long mouthful of the beer drain down his throat, he sat forward and rested his can on a table cloth that was almost as filthy as the floor and let his eyes linger upon her.

“Did you get it?” he asked.

Tammy-Fay grinned broadly and patted the front of her far too small denim miniskirt. “Yep.”

“How many?”

She strode across the large kitchen of the farmhouse and placed a fan of dollars on the table. “Five, twenty bucks apiece.”

“You charged them?” Billie-Bob hooted in delight and shook his head, “Damn girl, you’re a piece of class and no mistake! A hundred buck and the gush? That’s my little cottontail alright, always going that bit further!”

Snatching up one of the unopened cans of beer, Tammy-Fay popped the top and took a long swig before smacking her lips and drawing the back of her hand across them. “Yeah, well, it was slow in the bar Sugar, and there was no chance of finding enough guys for this little lot,” again she patted her hand on the front of her miniskirt, “so I got to thinkin’. Where could I find enough guys? The answer was the same place you were headed, that fancy college. So I got back in the pickup and went over, found myself a couple of young’uns hanging about shooting hoops and told them that for twenty bucks a guy they could fuck me. Figured I may as well see if I could make some money while getting the goods.” She smiled, her freckle-dappled nose crinkling cutely, “There were four there and when we got to their frat house there was another guy laid out on the sofa smoking dope an’ he wanted a go too.”

Billie-Bob let his eyes roam over his wife again. Even after all these years of marriage he never got tired of admiring her. White high heeled stiletto shoes turned her long, pale and slightly pink-blotched legs into graceful curves that took his gaze right up to the frayed edges of her tiny mini. Her belly was still flat and firm at thirty-eight and her tits still a swollen C cup. The pink tube top she wore looked ready to explode under the strain of those stiff-nippled breasts. Golden tight curls spilled down over her shoulders and drew his wandering eyes up to her face, which was still very lovely despite not being as youthful as it once had been. Her milky white skin made her freckles stand out clearly across a small nose that sat between two sparkling blue eyes. But of her facial features it was her mouth he loved the most. She had a whore’s mouth. It could spout such delightfully crude filth and also do the dirtiest things imaginable. Back when he had been a young teen he had been the envy of all the boys in the county because it was common knowledge that Tammy-Fay Presley was so talented at giving head that she could probably suck a golf ball through a hose pipe.

Downing another chug of the ice-cold beer, she grinned at him. “How about you, Sugar? Did you get what you went for?”

He grinned back just as broadly, his thin, stubbled face crinkling up like a wrinkled prune. “Sure did, Baby! And it’s a good ‘un too.”

“Any trouble? Anyone spot you?”

“Nah.”

“What method did you use, snatch and grab?”

“Nope. Loose puppy.”

Tammy smiled. “Right, let’s take a look-see then.”

Chuckling, he stood, his six foot four frame slender and thin, yet with muscles like ropes of iron from the long days working the remote farmstead they lived on. He was almost bare-chested with only one strap of the dungarees fastened at the shoulder, the other one swinging loose, drawing the chest panel down to expose his dirty torso and right nipple. His spade-sized hand squeezed the now empty beer can and it crumpled up as if made of tissue paper before he tossed it at, and missed, the garbage can in the corner. Picking up a fresh can he walked over to a side door of the kitchen and opened it, descending the steps down to the basement. At the bottom of the narrow stairway, a door blocked the path. This shouldn’t have been there, but Billie-Bob had added it after the third time they did this.

Twisting a huge skeleton key in the lock, he shoved the door inward and stepped down into the farm’s long basement. Tammy-Fay followed and glanced around.

Running the whole length of the rectangular farmhouse, the brick walled basement was fifty feet long and twenty feet across. Stark white neon tubes hung from the bare beams that supported the upstairs floorboards and cast the whole place with a slightly sickly pall. In one corner of the basement Billie-Bob had installed a toilet and a shower head, the floor around them dank with a small drain in the centre of a large water stain. Against one of the walls was an ancient chest of drawers made of a rich honey coloured wood. Its seven drawers were each very deep and wide, with ornately carved handles. Opposite it, the wall was bare for about fifteen feet, except for numerous ring-hooks screwed deep into the brickwork. Further along that wall was a bed. It was just an old iron framed bed with a filthy mattress laid over a mesh of springs.

“There it is, Duckling,” Billie-Bob said, some pride in his voice as he swung the can to indicate the side of the bed. Tammy-Fay smiled broadly.

Beside the bed, knelt naked with her hands bound behind her back and a chain around her throat that attached to the wall, was a teenage girl. Petite and toned, her body was flawless and her skin baby smooth. Her head hung down letting her red hair hang its tight ringlets in a crimson curtain that hid her face. Tammy noticed with delight that her breasts were small and nascent, tiny little peaches that sat defiantly pert on the top of her narrow chest.

“Wowee Sugar!” she cried. “She’s a mighty purty one. What’s her face like?”

Billie-Bob’s chest seemed to swell with even more pride. “Even better,” he boasted.

Tammy’s four inch heels clicked loudly on the dirty stone floor as she strode across to stand before the naked girl. “Look at me,” she commanded.

The girl either didn’t hear or ignored her because she gave no response. Tammy-Fay frowned and reached down to grasp the girl’s chin, jerking her face upward. Billie-Bob hadn’t been exaggerating; she had the face of an angel. She too had a face dappled with freckles, but hers were subtle, hinting at youth rather than the wear of age. With a tiny button nose and an innocent little mouth set in a firm line, the girl made Tammy’s pussy tingle with lust. Staring straight up at her with beautiful emerald green eyes that were liquid and filled with fear, the girl gave a sob of relief upon finding a woman here.

“Please help me,” she gasped, her voice a little hoarse from obviously crying out for help.

Tammy-Fay scowled angrily and wheeled on Billie-Bob. “You fuckwit! I thought we had an agreement that you’d not take any girls under the age of eighteen! This kid’s barely fourteen, if that!”

Billie-Bob’s smile showed he had been expecting this. “Nope, she’s eighteen,” he replied, locking the iron-bound door behind them and then reaching up on tiptoe to hang the key from a hook in the ceiling where only he could reach it.

“Bullshit!”

He delved into one of the huge pockets on his denim dungarees and pulled out an ID card. He tossed it to his wife. “Have a look for yerself.”

The card confirmed that Samantha Jane Fletcher was indeed eighteen; eighteen and five days to be exact. “It must be a fake ID,” Tammy persisted. Inspecting it closely, she finally realised that it was not. Raising a delicate eyebrow, she turned to look at the girl again and then back at the card. “Well, fuck me!”

Billie-Bob laughed. “I intend to, Baby, but just not straight away.”

Samantha looked incredulously from the woman to the man and back again. Slowly, terribly, it sank into her fear soaked brain that the woman was not here to save her, but was in league with her abductor.

“I think it’s time you gave her your take-away, don’t you, Hon?” Billie-Bob said, catching the ID card that Tammy tossed back to him and slipping it into his pocket once more.

Tammy-Fay nodded, a dark smile adorning her face. Stepping closer to the handcuffed girl, she placed a white stiletto on either side of the girl’s knees, forcing the girl to straighten her back to avoid bumping her face into the older woman’s legs. Tammy stared down into that childlike face, admiring its stunning beauty at the same time as revelling in the nervous fear covering it. She reached down and caressed the girl’s cheek, then tousled her hand through the lush red curls, feeling their light silkiness run across her skin.

“Momma’s got a present for you, Babygirl.”

Sam felt cold and numb, her knees aching from being knelt on the stone floor and the handcuffs biting into her wrists that rested in the small of her back. The chain that looped around her throat was small and light, but easily strong enough to hold someone three times her size. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. “Let me go, please! I swear I won’t tell. I won’t tell a soul, honest. Just let me go.”

Tammy cooed like a mother talking to an infant. “Aw, honey, we can’t do that, we just got you. We’ve gotta have our fun. Be a good little girl and you never know, we may let you go as soon as we’re done with you.” She glanced at her husband and then looked back down into the girl’s big, water filled, doe eyes. “Be a good little slut for us and this’ll all be nice and pleasant and then we’ll see, okay?”

The horror the girl had been trying to blot out was now undeniable. Not only were these two going to keep her captive, they were going to rape her too. Tears spilled down her alabaster cheeks. “Please…”

“Hush now,” Tammy-Fay said firmly, having to tilt forward a inch or two to peer down into the girl’s upturned face because of her large breasts blocking the view. “Now I want you to give Momma a long, deep French kiss, there’s a good little girl. Show me what a filthy little slut you can be, okay darling?”

Bitterly realising that cooperation was the best way to keep herself safe and unharmed, Sam sobbed and strained upward to allow Tammy to bend down and place her mouth over hers. Tammy made no effort to bend down. Instead she chuckled and tugged her tattered denim miniskirt up her hips to reveal a pair of bikini-style black silk panties which she drew down to her knees. “Not my mouth, you silly girl, Momma wants you to French kiss her pussy.”

Samantha was now eyelevel with a golden blonde bush of pussy hair. Tammy’s thick, puffy lips were swollen and red, glistening with juices and speckled all over with hanging pearls of white goo. A snail trail of the thick white cream had dribbled out of her gaping opening to run along one thigh. A quick peek down let Samantha see the gusset of the black silk panties was coated in the white slime, its thick mucus-like mass filled with watery parts and thicker gobbets of cum.

“Told ya Mommy had a present for you slut. A pussy full of eighteen year old Frat boy soup. A tasty delight that you’re gonna clean up for me.” Holding the front of her miniskirt to her belly with one hand, Tammy used the other to tangle in Samantha’s hair and drag her face forward against her crotch. “Kiss me, Baby. Kiss Momma’s sticky cunt.”

The pungent, manly, bleachy smell wafting out from the well-fucked cunt made Samantha gag and she twisted her face to one side, her cheek being mashed against the wet, soft curls of pussy hair. “No! Please!”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch, and get your tongue up my cunt!” Tammy snarled, grinding her throbbing clit on the girl’s cheekbone. Using her handful of hair, she twisted the girl’s face around and tried to plant her pussy on her mouth once more but the girl snapped her face to the other side. “No, I won’t!”

Angrily releasing her captive, Tammy stepped back a pace and used a hooked thumb to motion toward the bed. Billie-Bob stepped forward, unfastened the long chain from her neck, then effortlessly scooped the teenaged girl up and threw her roughly onto the stained mattress, feet at the pillow end and head at the bottom. Samantha gasped in pain as she landed on her back, trapping her arms beneath her and feeling the steel of the cuffs dig into her flesh. Tammy pulled her soiled panties off completely and dropped them on the mattress before climbing on to straddle Samantha’s face, herself facing down the teen’s body.

“Now listen to me you little whore,” the woman snarled, “you’re gonna do what we say, when we say it or there’ll be trouble, got it?” To emphasise her words, she reached down to Samantha’s barely formed little breasts and took hold of both nipples. With a sharp tug, she twisted and squeezed them, causing the young girl to buck and cry out. “This is just a taste. I can be a lot harder than this if you piss me off, so don’t do it, okay?”

Gritting her teeth at the agony in her tender nipples, Samantha nodded and hissed, “Okay!”

“That’s better,” Tammy said in a more pleasant tone, releasing the nipples but delivering a sharp spank to each breast. “Now get that tongue up my cunt and make me squirm.”

Her ears brushing against the soft inner thighs of the older woman, her vision filled with a soggy, wanton, cum-filled open pussy, the teen sobbed. “I don’t know how, I’ve never been with anyone before!”

Tammy-Fay and Billie-Bob’s eyes met and they grinned like two people who’d won the lottery. “You telling me you’re a virgin, Baby?” Tammy asked.

“Yes,” Samantha cried.

Smiling, the attractive blonde gently teased the girl’s sore nipples. “Okay, fucking one-o-one. Pretend my gash is an ice cream, Baby. Lick at it like you would a cone of ice cream. Little licks. Dabs. Flick at it with your tongue.”

Samantha winced because a string of slimy cum was drooling out of Tammy’s hot cunthole and dangling toward her face. She twisted her face to avoid it landing on her mouth and so it puddled on her cheek, feeling curiously warm and cool at the same time.

“C’mon, lick it!” Tammy barked, slapping a breast hard.

“Ow!” Sam gasped, quickly lifting her face and sticking her tongue up onto the scalding hot, wet and sticky flesh above her. It tasted awfully strong and had a very slippery, slimy coating to it. She screwed her eyes shut and hesitantly fluttered her tongue at the hot hole, batting the thick hanging inner lips about. This served to cause more of the college boy cum to ooze out of the woman and soon it was covering the teen’s tongue and lips. Unable to do anything else, eventually Sam had to pull her tongue back in to swallow and this inevitably included a good dose of slimy cum.

“Urgh!” she protested, hating its vile taste and gruesome texture.

“Oh yeah!” Tammy whispered, grinding her excited pussy down on the teen’s childlike face. “Suck it all up. Clean Mommy of all that nasty frat boy cum.” She caressed the girl’s incredibly pert and firm little tits, staring down lower to her pussy that was almost bare except for a light coating of red hair in a patch above the slit. “There’s the cum from five different boys in there, Honey,” she cooed, grunting at the feeling of the teen’s tongue slithering inside again. “Five young, virile, hard bodied frat boys. They fucked me like jackhammers and shot their hot, sticky filth right up into me, one after another. They cum a lot, don’t they? They were young boys filled with cum and they were only too eager to pump it all into me.”

Samantha listened to the woman’s pleasure induced ramblings as she ran her little tongue back and forth across the sopping pussy flesh above her. Womanly drippings mixed with manly spew to form a slimy, gloopy coating that the teen had to lap up. She had to concentrate hard not to throw up at the taste of the mess, but she kept probing the hot folds with her tongue and swallowing the stuff that slithered out of the opening. Sticky strands that missed her mouth ran down her cheeks in three places on one side and two on the other. Her lips had a cum moustache as the viscous fluid puddled against her nose as she buried it upward into the writhing mound of the grinding woman.

“Oh, God, yeah! That’s it slut, dig right up in there. Oh, fuck yeah! Jesus!” Tammy-Fay arched her back and tugged her tube top down to hang around her narrow waist as she clutched and pulled at her breasts with one hand and the teenager’s with the other. Her full buttocks bounced and jiggled as she ground her hips on the youngster’s face, forcing the tiny probing tongue deeper still into her swampy cunt.

Samantha had to keep dropping her head back to the disgusting mattress in order to enable her to snatch a gulp of breath before Tammy shoved her hot, wet nest back down harder, urging her to eat more of the foul slime that drained from her soupy depths. The sharp pain from the handcuffs that dug into both her wrists and her back as she lay upon them kept the teen’s mind slightly detached from what was happening and she marvelled at the horrible fate she was enduring.

“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” Tammy chanted, her voice holding that far away quality of someone lost in their own pleasure as she humped her pussy up and down on the teen’s face. “You dirty little bitch, chug down all that college boy cum! Swallow it you baby-faced little whore!”

Neither girl paid any attention to the way the mattress dipped when Billie-Bob climbed on. He’d shucked off his work-boots and overalls, leaving himself naked and free to partake of the delights upon offer. Patient though, he sat back against the iron scrollwork headboard, slowly massaging his thickening cock as he watched his lovely wife fuck the face of their new sex slave.

Tammy-Fay was oblivious to everything apart from the wondrous feeling of her plundered cunt. She began alternating between painfully plucking and twisting the teen’s long nipples and harshly slapping the tiny breasts that barely formed a mound upon her chest. She slotted her hips back and forth, grinding her slippery slit all over the teenager’s face, rubbing her throbbing clit on the girl’s mouth before sliding forward to encourage her to spear her tongue deep up inside her.

“That’s it you dirty little whore, you filthy little bitch! Fuck me with it! Empty me out! Oh God yes! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus! Fuck! You dirty, filthy, slutty little girl. You horny little cunt!”

Trembling like a leaf, her whole body convulsing, Tammy-Fay exploded into orgasm, her pussy sending out a gush of thick juices that squirted into Samantha’s mouth like a bitter, musky torrent. Sam gagged and choked, coughing the mixed mass of cum and cream out of her lips to feel it slide sickly down her cheeks. Twisting her face to the side to avoid more in her mouth she felt Tammy slither her wet cunt across the side of her head, matting her beautiful red curls and even coating her ear in sticky wetness.

Slowly, the older woman regained her senses, her grinds coming to a halt. With a sigh of contentment, she dismounted the teen’s face and twisted her body around to lay down beside the girl. Tenderly, she drew Samantha’s face to hers and gave her a long, slow kiss. Tammy-Fay could taste her own pussy and the multitude of frat boys on the girl’s lips and tongue and she savoured it. Gently, delicately, she then lapped at the girl’s face, cleaning up all the wetness, all the slime trails of cum that had spilled loose.

When she had licked up every slimy drop, she sat up and reached over the girl to her discarded panties. Glancing into the messy, cum-filled gusset, she smiled and winked at Samantha. “Be a good girl for Momma and do her laundry.”

With that, she turned the panties inside out to expose the cold white mess to the teen and held it just before the girl’s lips. “Go on, clean them.”

Samantha’s face wrinkled up in tears and she shook her head.

“Don’t make me have to tell you again, bitch, do it.”

Seeing the mean streak in the older woman’s eyes, Samantha felt herself shrivel inside when she closed her eyes and lapped at the panties. The cum soaking them was now cold and tasted vile. Its slimy texture clung to her tongue and she had to struggle to swallow it as she sucked it all from the black silk garment. During the horrible act, she heard Tammy-Fay moan and say, “Oh, isn’t she just the most amazingly cute little slut? She looks like a childish angel and obeys like a ten-dollar whore!”

Finally the woman took the panties away from Samantha, wiped the last bit of cum onto the girl’s nipples and then sucked it off again before throwing the panties to the floor.

Billie-Bob ran his hand up and down his now solid hard-on and leered at the sight. “Hungry cottontail?”

His wife glanced backward over her shoulder at him and grinned happily. “Ahuh. Hungry for a bit of your cock covered in this little girl’s pussy juices.”

He smiled at her. “If she’s a virgin you better get her a little wet for me, huh?”

Tammy slid down Samantha’s heaving chest, tweaking the long nipples that had hardened involuntarily from her previous treatment roughly as she went. Sam whimpered and bucked a little, protesting as she felt the older woman swim across her slender legs to shove them open and lay between them. Samantha turned her face away from the lustful gaze of the man watching and studied the rusty shower and toilet facilities in the corner even as she felt the hot breath of the woman beat against her virginal sex.

Tammy was also studying what she saw, but for her it was the bare slit of young pussy, that only had the lightest dapple of red fur around the top as though the girl had just hit puberty. The red fuzz was soft to the touch when Tammy playfully scooped at it and she then flattened her fingers and ran them firmly down the narrow split peach of pussy. It was hot, but dry, showing no arousal at the abuse the girl had been subjected to. Tammy smiled, knowing she could change that; she wasn’t only the best cocksucker for miles, she was the best cuntlapper too.

Moaning in delight, she dropped her mouth to the virginal slot and began to slowly part it with the tip of her tongue. Samantha felt the probe and also felt a jolt of electricity shoot tinglingly along her spine from crotch to head. Using fast and slow flutters, Tammy parted the young teen’s labia and began to moisten the inner slit. She drew wicked swirls around the tiny little nub of clit and awakened the little pearl with all the skill of a snake charmer drawing forth a serpent.

Tracing the brown water stains on the floor beneath the showerhead with her eyes, Samantha couldn’t contain the little gasp that escaped her lips at the expert treatment she was receiving. Drawing a figure eight around her clit, the tongue then slid down her untouched channel to tease circles around the opening of her sheath. Throwing some pursed-lipped hums into the mix, Tammy gave full bladed laps and butterfly flutters to the teen’s pussy, teaching it just what arousal could be like.

“Oh!” Samantha gasped, her hands clutching into fists against the mattress. She had never felt anything like what her groin was now radiating. Tingles and thrills were dancing around with a life of their own, orchestrated by the dips and swirls of the older woman’s flexible tongue.

“Baby tastes good to Momma,” Tammy-Fay purred, nuzzling the girl’s clit as it unfurled from its hood.

“Oh-huh!” Sam gasped with a sharp intake of breath.

Forming a tight ring around the blossoming bud with her lips, the blonde dialled the clit clock with the tip of her tongue, seeking at which hour the girl’s sensitivity was highest. Through tests she found that flicks to four o’clock and seven seemed to have the best impact and each time she lashed there the teen’s hips involuntarily jerked in response. Smiling to herself, Tammy began to swing her tongue in wide arcs from the one point to the other, drawing a semi-circle underneath the swelling pearl and feeling the heat emanating from the young girl’s pussy grow in waves.

Samantha swallowed nervously and closed her eyes. She didn’t want this! She didn’t want anyone doing such intimate things to her, let alone another woman! She felt sickened by Tammy’s touch, yet her body was betraying her and enjoying what was happening. That realisation only confused the teen more. How could she be getting turned on against her will?

“HUH!” she gasped loudly when Tammy stiffened her tongue to a spear and thrust it as deep into the young girl’s pussy as she could. An unwilling roll of her hips against the woman’s mouth brought more traitorous delights and Samantha moaned in shame. She felt Tammy use the flat of her hands on Sam’s inner thighs to widen her legs, but Samantha barely resisted.

Spread wide now, her cunt was fully on offer and Tammy-Fay burrowed into it like a gopher on a mission. The blonde’s tongue was so swift and agile it seemed to be in all places at once, fluttering beneath her clit and also lashing the inner walls of her sheath. When it dipped below her now hot and wet opening to graze over the crinkled pucker of her asshole, Samantha grunted and bucked her hips up off the bed.

The teen was trying desperately not to feel anything, to ignore the violation of her body, but automatic responses were beyond her control and she was experiencing lust in a way she never had before. Too prudish to masturbate, she’d never felt this aroused. It was both a terrible sin and utterly shameful.

Yet some little voice in her mind cried out in bliss at the treatment.

Her emerald eyes shot open when she felt the simultaneous closing of lips around her clit and lips around her right nipple. She felt Billie-Bob take a mouthful of her left tit and work it hungrily, his free hand covering her other breast and twisting the nipple like a radio dial.

Revulsion flooded the teen. Why was this happening! Why was it happening to her! Please God let her wake from this nightmare!

Tammy used her fingers to splay open the now slick outer lips of pussy and peer into the pink depths inside. What had been dry was now a sloppy wet hole, eager despite the girl’s wishes.

“Okay, Honey, she’s all yours,” she purred, rolling over a leg and sliding up to move Billie-Bob’s fingers so she could suckle at the teen’s nascent breasts herself.

With a harsh chew of the teat that made the teen gasp in pain and arch, Billie-Bob released her from his mouth and loomed over the tiny girl. At barely four foot six she was dwarfed by the tall, lanky man, and he covered her completely. She cried out when she felt him settle between her thighs before she could snap them shut to deny him and his evil grin only made it worse. Samantha felt tears spill from her eyes as she shook her head rapidly, “No! Please no! Oh God help me! No! No! Don’t!”

“Shut it, slut!” Tammy snapped, biting to get her attention. “You’re a lucky little bitch, you know that? When I was younger than you I fucked every boy in this backwater county and of all of them I chose my Billie-Bob here. He’s hung like a horse and can fuck you so good you forget what your own fucking name is!”

Samantha felt a long, fat, scaldingly hot length bump flat on her belly. It was huge and her eyes flew wide in fear. “No! Please! You can’t! I don’t want it! It won’t fit and will split me in two!”

Billie-Bob sneered in delight. “Open wide Babygirl ’cause here it comes.”

Sam felt the hot flesh lift from her skin in relief, but that lasted only a second before she felt a bulbous mass bump up against the entrance to her virginal pussy. She started to cry out again but Tammy clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the protests.

Billie-Bob hunched his hips and then straightened out, pressing his big cock into the young teen. Her saliva slicked lips parted under his forceful progress and he began to sink inside. Sam’s eyes flew so wide that the white showed all around her pupils and she howled into Tammy’s hand, struggling for all she was worth beneath the pair.

“Oh, I love it when they wriggle like a fish,” Billie-Bob sighed, thrilled with the feeling of the silky vice he was splitting. His fat cock shoved its way slowly, but brutally, into the never entered tunnel of girl flesh, claiming it for his own as it went. “Fuck that’s tight!” he grunted, having to slide back and shove in with a little more force to make headway.

Feeling her maidenhead resist him, Billie-Bob slid right back again and kissed the tip of Sam’s nose. “Buckle up slut I’m comin’ in!”

With a look of glee on his face he savagely rammed forward with all his strength. The force of his thrust tore his thick cock through her hymen and slammed it deep into her narrow depths. At the same time she screamed and bucked wildly, managing to arch her back off the mattress even with his weight upon her. Agony blasted within her both from the ripping violation and from the biting cuffs when they both crashed down on her pinned arms. His shove had driven them both a few inches further along the bed and then he froze. A long, throaty groan of pleasure came from him and mingled with her long, low moan of despair. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock as tight as any fist could do. “Fuck me, that’s good,” he hissed. “Her cunt is so fucking tight!” He hunched his hips to make sure his meat filled the young girl utterly. “Jesus I’ve not been in one this good since I took your cherry, Baby,” he muttered to his wife.

“What,” Tammy-Fay asked, amazed, “she’s better than all the others?”

“Oh fuck yeah!” he grunted. “Much better. She’s so tight it fucking hurts!”

Resting his forehead on the teen’s, his foul breath billowing into her face and filling her lungs, Billie-Bob started to slowly hump her. Each drag of his cock along the velvet sheath of her cunt felt exquisite to him and her little moans and whimpers of pained shame only fuelled his lust more. Gradually he began to build up both the pace and the length of his thrusts until he was finally drawing his cockhead out as far as the opening and shunting it right back in as far as her cervix.

Samantha gasped at the pain, moaned at the stretched feeling, sure she would split and tear at any moment. She couldn’t believe something so huge could impale her tiny body so fully. Every time he plunged in to the hilt, his bulbous glans banged into her very depths and she felt a jolt of pain and wriggled beneath him. She had been doing it for minutes before she realised she was quietly sobbing and begging him to stop. “Please, please, please, don’t. Please don’t. Stop, please. Take it out. Please take it out. I don’t want it. I don’t want it in me. Please take it out.”

“Do as she says, Darling,” Tammy whispered, stopping her sucking of Sam’s sore left nipple. Her husband grinned and obeyed, propping his upper body up with stiff straight arms and yanking his hips back to free his iron hard stalk from her clutching body. It thwacked down hot, heavy and wet onto Samantha’s belly, making her squirm in disgust at the feeling, but also pant with relief at the end of the torment.

Tammy snaked between them both and swallowed the huge shaft easily, taking it down into her throat. She pumped her face back and forth its length fast and loved the groan of delight it elicited from her husband. She savoured the taste of his pre-cum and also the sweet juices of the teenage girl coating his meat, sucking off all she could. Mouthing the cockhead wonderfully for a moment, she then popped it out, kissed it, and used a hand to feed the monster back into the girl.

Sam groaned in despair at the invading behemoth, but at least it wasn’t hurting as much now. Her inner walls were slick and slippery, beginning to adjust after the first time they were stretched.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he grunted into her face, lifting his head and closing his eyes as he rooted in and out of her plundered body. “What a slut. What a fucking fantastic slut. Jesus this cunt it good! Oh yeah! Ah! Oh! Huhhuhhuhhuh!”

“Fuck her Honey,” Tammy encouraged, her eyes wide with pleasure at seeing her lover rape the young girl. “Fuck her hard. Poke that pussy, slam that cunt. Fuck her like a piece of meat!”

Billie-Bob did. He reamed her hard and fast, as deep as he could. The delight the girl’s pussy gave him was amazing and he lost himself in its tightness. He shunted back and forth in that heavenly, grasping slot for all he was worth. Her narrow flesh reluctantly gave his thick meat passage and slithered around the invader like a second skin. Her soft inner walls hugged him like they never wanted to let him go.

Samantha whimpered at his pounding, widening her legs in an effort to stop his hips slamming into her inner thighs so hard. It worked, but it also allowed him a fraction more depth in her too. Wincing and gritting her teeth, she bore his assault as best she could, hoping that he would be done quickly and get off.

That hope led to another thought and once more her eyes flew wide in realisation. “Don’t cum inside me!” she begged.

Her words sneaked through his delirious fuck-haze and slid into his brain. There they registered and immediately provoked the mental image of his cum spurting into the wriggling teenager.

It was too much.

Billie-Bob bellowed like a bull and drove his rampant cock as deep in her as he was able. Semen erupted from his balls in a surging wave and spat out of his glans to bathe her innards in a hot, creamy, salty torrent. Jet after jet of cum spewed forth into the young teenager, filling her and anointing her womb.

“OHHHHRRRRRHHHHHH!” he cried, stabbing his sword in and out thrice before sagging limply onto her.

Samantha yelped as the steel handcuffs cut into her back and wrists because of the added weight. She lay beneath the beast of a man as he panted madly, the heat from his body burning her soul. Finally, he rolled off her and she felt his fat cock dragged from her sore body, leaving behind it a sudden emptiness. It was both a blessed relief and a small sorrow to her abused nether regions.

“Fuck me,” he whispered as he looked at his wife. “We scored the jackpot this time, Babe.”

Tammy-Fay smiled and slid down Samantha’s body, slithering back between her legs. There she looked for a long time at the pummelled flesh, red and gaping, wet and glistening, sticky with her husband’s cum seeping out.

Holding in her sobs, Samantha gasped, “C-can I go now? I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just let me go now you’ve finished, huh?”

Tammy licked up some of the oozing white slime seeping down the girl’s slit toward her asshole. “No way Darling, we’ve barely begun.”

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