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Chapter 8

Walter felt he had been pushed too far. He had treated Florrie and her daughters well, even fucking Eva's ass and Marge's mouth with great care, making sure the girls got as much as they gave, if not more. His anger against Marge was solely because her rape had come about through stupidity on her part. He knew damn well a girl's cherry wasn't that important. Nor did he expect he would be the only man to fuck either of the girls. But an agreement had been made, and while the girls were living with him, they were supposed to be reserved for his cock, and his alone. He had even stipulated to Florrie that she and her two daughters were to be serviced by him, and no one else. Now Marge had almost fucked up his business by warning Bessel, then she had been dumb enough to go see him and let him fuck her. And when he had tried to fuck Eva, Florrie had started begging him not to do it, calling him names and telling him she'd rather be fucked by anyone else. Well, two of his goons ought to be just right for Florrie. Since Marge had allowed herself to be fucked by Bessel, it meant Walter was no longer the sole stud for the three women. And so Walter could call in whomever pleased him.

The two girls had finally gone to sleep in their own room, and Florrie had gone into her room, though Walter knew she wouldn't be asleep for some time. He picked up the phone and made a call, and twenty minutes later there was a light tap at the door. Opening it, he faced the Kidas brothers, Marv and Bernie. Marv resembled a gorilla, standing about five feet eight inches tall, with a broad chest and broader shoulders and hair all over his face. He was also the more articulate of the two brothers, sounding like a Rhodes scholar when he talked, even if he didn't know what he was talking about half the time.

Bernie was taller and considerably dumber, doing anything Marv told him to do. And tonight he knew what Marv would tell him to do would be one helluva lot of fun.

"Where's the broad?" Marv asked, coming in and letting Bernie shut the door behind him.

"Patience," Walter told them. "She's inside. She needs a lesson, a good lesson."

"We're the ones to give it," Marv nodded, as he and Bernie followed Walter to the bar. Anxiety was written all over their faces, letting Walter know they were more than happy to oblige.

"Yeah, hey, when do we get a look at her?" Bernie asked.

"Stay cool," Walter insisted. "Now hear me, and hear me good. This broad thinks she's a know-it-all wiseass. So when the two of you fuck her, you fuck her together. Got me?"

"Hey, that means I get to fuck her in the ass" Bernie murmured. "Shee-it! I dig that."

"Right," Marv nodded. "That means I take the front hole. Fine with me, provided she's clean."

"That much I'll guarantee," Walter told them. "There's no one in the world as clean as Cousin Florrie."

"Does she dig this dual fucking?" Marv asked.

"Do you care?" Walter asked. "Just fuck her together. That's all. And for helping take care of that Bessel bastard today, you two will get five hundred apiece."

All right, Cousin Florrie, Walter thought, walking toward her closed bedroom door. We'll see who's master in my own home.

In her room, Florrie heard the voices coming through the door. Hearing two other male voices made her heart sink into her feet. She didn't really think Walter would do a thing like this to her. But here he was, doing it. She sat up in bed, wearing absolutely nothing. She had taken to sleeping in the nude in case Walter had an urge to come for her in the middle of the night.

As she propped some pillows behind her, the bedroom door opened, and she saw Walter standing there.

"You said you'd rather have any two other men than me," Walter said to her. "Well, here they are, Florrie. Just make sure you make them as happy as you might have made me."

"Well, well, well," the bearded Marv said walking in to the room. "You're a beautiful woman."

His cock was swelling, pushing against his pants, jerking around inside. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

Florrie thought he was alone for a moment and in the light coming in from the other room she could see, in spite of his beard, he wasn't the beast she had imagined her cousin might send in to her. She snapped on a small reading lamp, noting Walter was also coming into the room. The son of a bitch was going to get his kicks from watching, just as he'd intended making her watch when he would deflower Eva. Oh, he was really a bastard.

As the bearded man came closer Florrie's eyes stared at his groin.

"Well," she said coldly, "if you're here to fuck me, let's see what kind of equipment you have."

She hadn't meant to be so bold about it, but she could see the hurt look on Walter's face when she'd said it, and realized her acceptance of his hairy man was something he hadn't expected. He had wanted to hear her beg to send the man away. Well, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"You're one all-right dame," Marv muttered, and hurriedly proceeded to undress. Her eyes locked onto the huge phallic wand extending from under a wiry brown bush. It was long, it was thick, and it could do one helluva job on any woman… provided the man attached to it knew how to use it. And Florrie had the funny feeling this man knew how. It was an all-white staff topped with a brilliant red helmet, and the slit in the helmet was already leaking drops of oily lubrication.

Feeling she could handle the man without too much trouble, Florrie lay back and waited for him to attack her naked body. She knew better than to fight or resist the man. It would have pleased Walter to see her do so, and that was another satisfaction she refused to give him. She'd lay there, and she'd let this man use her anyway he pleased. It wasn't as if the man was going to apply cigarettes to her flesh, or hit her with whips.

She closed her eyes, feeling the man's calloused hands close over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened into tan studs, and she felt him pull them between his fingers, causing the blood to pour into them and stiffen them even more. Oh, God! Her body was already starting to feel the tendrils of arousal curling through it.

Marvin was astonished at the ripe beauty of the woman whose breasts his hands fondled. This wasn't some street tramp. Maybe she wasn't a high society twat, but she had class, real class, and he couldn't understand why Walter would turn over such a quality broad to him. There were a few premature lines in her face, making her look the littlest bit older than she really was, but she was the kind of stuff who normally lived in a house and sent her kids packing off to school while cooking the meals and doing all kinds of things to make a husband happy. It was obvious she wasn't used to Marv, Bernie, or anyone like them. That was why her eyes were closed when he touched her. Well, what the hell! Walter wanted her double-fucked, and she wasn't putting up a struggle. He'd do his damndest to make it as easy for her as possible, in spite of what Walter wanted. She had a nice body, and it wasn't one that had been over-used. He was really going to enjoy making it with her.

He stared down at the smooth, narrow waist, pinched like that of an hour glass, accenting the full, round, shapely hips she had, and he couldn't wait to touch all of her. Jesus! He just didn't have enough hands to really appreciate her. He figured she might be lying there, just letting him do whatever pleased him, right up to when his dick would penetrate her pussy. But even if she never moved, he figured that body of hers would make it all worthwhile. Shit! She was really built!

His hands pushed her thighs wide apart and he stared into the black cloud of curling hair covering her pink pussy. His left hand reached forward, and with the fingers he spread the pink, hairlined slit, sliding his middle finger into the soft, sensitive flesh. He moved his finger deeper, while his forefinger and thumb probed for, and found, her clitoris. He felt her body jump as he tweaked it, and knew she couldn't fake feeling nothing for too long. She was too sensuous a woman.

"Unnngggh… ahhhh… " Florrie moaned, unable to help herself. The sensation of the rough man's fingers sent blistering thrills racing through every part of her body, waking up all the parts of her she had tried to will to sleep. And her loud, anxious sigh only spurred the goon on, letting him move his other hand down to work on her inner thighs as the middle finger of the hand on her fuzzy mount pushed the middle finger deeper, burying it inside her to the hilt.

God! She was tight in there. Her cunt sucked on his finger like a ewe lamb at its mother's udder. And she was sopping wet inside, which was sign of her body's. betrayal. His finger was sliding wetly in and out of her sopping sheath, moving with only the resistance of her cuntal walls. Florrie began thinking she might, after all, enjoy it. Her rationalization stemmed from the fact that Walter would hate it all the more if she did, and that perverse idea made it seem so much better. But then she reminded herself, her cousin was seeing to it she was being used like a common tramp, and to enjoy it might give him some kind of obscene satisfaction. She didn't want to do anything that would make Walter happy at this point. He was abusing her, and in her own way, she would make him pay for it.

Marv stared with wide-open eyes, watching her tender, delicate cunt flower open to greet his heavy, in thrusting finger. Christ! This was one hot chick, and he was really going to give it to her. He didn't know why Walter was giving her away instead of using her himself, but he had no intention of questioning his good fortune. Chicks like this were few and far between. Jesus! The last woman who aroused him this much had been the wife who had run off some fifteen years earlier. Yeah! That was it. The dame reminded him of his long-gone wife.

His throbbing cock was wildly lurching, whipping from side to side, bouncing up and down, becoming longer and harder as his finger continued steaming in and out of her sopping vagina… Sheee-it! If he didn't fuck into her shortly, he'd shoot all over her.

Sliding his finger from the warm, secure depths of her tight vagina, he lay down next to her and whispered, "Turn over, lady."

Obediently, Florrie rolled over onto her belly. He lifted her round, moon shaped asscheeks, admiring their fullness without being spread allover the place. Florrie's face was hidden in the bedcovers, and she moaned softly into the quilting, but allowed him to spread her thighs. She felt like some kind of dog, being fucked in this fashion. But in spite of her initial repulsion at the idea, she felt this bearded man seemed to have more understanding in him than Walter. Hell! She could no longer deny the fact that fires were burning hungrily in her yearning belly. She was becoming anxious, wanting to feel his thick pole in her vagina.

Marv motioned to Bernie, his brother, as the taller man came into the room, already stripped for action. He had Bernie walk over to the bed and sit near the woman's upraised buttocks, while he backed away. His brother, for all his gooniness, was almost as adept at making women come as he.

Bernie worked his fingers into the soft, yielding chasm separating the cheeks of her behind. His fingers spread the fleshy butts wide apart, exposing her puckered anus to the gaze of all three men. He leaned forward and began blowing into it, and it seemed to open and close with the pressure of the air he was expelling into it. Then he extended his forefinger and pressed it against the tiny, puckered entrance. He worked the ball of his finger around and around, and Florrie let her body relax, allowing him to slowly ease the tip of his finger into her. Then he slowly pushed, easing it in, right to the first knuckle.

"Uuuunnhh!" Florrie gasped, rotating her buttocks, still unaware it was the finger of a man other than the one she'd first seen working its way into her.

In all her married life, Florrie had never been ass-fucked. She had been preceded by her twelve-year-old daughter in that respect. But as the finger continued corkscrewing its way into her defenseless rectum, she discovered it was something she didn't dislike, at all. In fact, she found the manual intrusion into her rear-end somewhat enjoyable. It was sinking deeper and deeper, and though she feared it might hurt her by going too deep, she was pleasantly surprised to find her body gradually accepting the entire length of the finger. When she felt the flat of his hand press against her body, she realized the digit was all the way into her, and feeling more enjoyable than ever. She no longer wondered why he was probing there. It felt too good to question.

Now Bernie began moving his finger around and around, widening her anal tunnel a little at a time. Soon he was sliding a second finger into her, and though there was some mild discomfort at first, she began enjoying it even more as her asschannel sucked on his fingers, pulling on them, almost refusing to let them go.

Bernie's other hand was gripping his cock, tugging it back and forth, getting it ready to shove into her asshole. He liked the way her rubbery asscheeks shook when she wiggled her body from side to side, trying to get the most from his probing fingers. He continued slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her rectal tunnel, enjoying the tight, buttery sensation of her clamping interior.

"That's enough of that," Walter snapped, burning with anger that she should be enjoying what he'd meant to be total humiliation. "Give her the cock."

Bernie, quick to obey, slid his fingers from inside her ass, yanking it out with a soft "pop". He had her on her side, and using a leg to keep her upper leg from closing, he arched his hips forward until his throbbing, thick penis pressed against the puckered entrance. At first, Florrie didn't understand what was happening. She had supposed the man would plunge into her cunt from the rear. Feeling the pressure against her anal orifice, she realized what Walter wanted done, and sweat broke out all over her body. The bastard! The cruel bastard! How could he do so horrible a thing to her?

The thick, phallic dome pressed harder against her puckered entryway. His hands gripped her hips to gain better leverage as he realized his entry into her ass was going to be difficult, very difficult.

"Hey," he gasped to her, "Push your ass back. It'll make it easier, honest. Just push back like you was trying to take a crap."

Florrie no longer knew what to think as she felt the increasing pressure push against her rectal hole. And then she first realized, nice as his fingers had felt inside her, she had no desire for him to push the cock into that tight place. It could do some damage to her. Oh, God!

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o…!" she screamed. "Oh God! No… no… no… you'll tear me apart!"

She began screaming louder as the pressure increased. Her brain began dizzily spinning as the total impact of what was happening finally hit her. Her rectum could be cut to shreds. The cock she felt pushing against her tiny asshole was much too big. There was no way she would be able to take him inside her. But the man behind her continued applying pressure, pushing forward with greater and greater effort.

This is what I want, Walter thought, staring at her screwed-up face. Yes, this is what I want. Feel it, Florrie? It hurts, doesn't it. It hurts a lot. And this is just the beginning. You'll learn once and for all you don't cross Walter Morola, no matter who you are.

But even as he said these things to himself, Walter felt the pain she was feeling. He suffered along with her, crying inside. She was the one woman he had ever loved, and he was the reason she was in so much pain. He was the only one who could stop it, but he wouldn't. He must never show a sign of weakness… never. His men must never see him acting soft.

Bernie thought his cock would snap right off if he didn't push it into her tight anal stricture, shortly. Geez! She had a great ass. He had fucked more than one in his lifetime, but nothing like this one. Christ! Even the young girls whose asses he had plumbed hadn't been as tight as this hole. Wow!

He shoved forward, applying more strength. The tiny muscle guarding the entry way began to slowly yield. The sphincter could no longer hold out against him, and he shoved with all his might, and suddenly the thick dome of his throbbing cock popped into the narrow, clutching tunnel, held tightly in place by her sphincter as it closed around the rim of his corona.

"Goddd! Oh, Goddd! It hurrrrtttttsss!" Florrie screamed, feeling terrible agony as his thrusting cock stretched the narrow walls of her anus wider and wider. It spread the interior to an impossible breadth, and the pain was so overpowering, she thought she would faint. She tried pulling forward in a vain attempt at escaping the wicked skewering, but her body was tightly held by the boy's strong grip on her broad hips.

There was no escaping what was happening to her, so she relaxed her body, resigned to accept it.

Bernie felt the final resistance of her anal muscles finally cease, and he slowly pushed his hips forward, feeling his long phallus several inches into the tight, clutching rectal tunnel. Florrie bent forward, feeling the heavy prong slide deeper, and though the pain no longer increased, it was still there.

Bernie felt her bending forward was a sign of total surrender, as if she were offering her ass to him to do with as pleased him. He shoved forward again, applying more strength, and his weighty cock ran down the deep tunnel into her colon, moving until his hairy thighs slapped against her naked, moon shaped buttocks. The sound of the "smack" as his flesh met hers seemed to echo throughout the room.

"Unnnhhh!" Florrie gasped, feeling a combination of pain and heated thrills, making her wonder just what was happening to her.

She felt as if a white-hotrod of steel had penetrated her rectum, yet the fire from it brought a new, perverse kind of thrill for which she was totally unprepared. It was jammed all the way into her back-tunnel, filling her as if she were clogged with waste matter, only the penis was continually pulsating, sending wild signals to her brain.

"Oh, wow!" Bernie gasped. "She's really tight back here," he triumphantly called out, letting the other two men know he was as far in as he was going to go. The urgent pulsing of his penile point, throbbing sensitively within her, kept him from ramming it in and out of her then and there.

Florrie, listening to his voice, realized he wasn't the man who had been touching her earlier. God! She hated Walter more than ever. He had kept his promise, all right. He had brought two men in to take his place.

If only he had been a little more decent toward me, she thought. If only he had been willing to accept me and leave my daughters alone. I would have given him anything and everything.

Sadly, Florrie realized, in spite of what her cousin had done to her, there was a love for him hidden deep, down inside her. She hadn't wanted to admit it before, because she'd thought him to have too much of a sadistic streak in him. And if he was enjoying this, then she was right. She would never let him know she loved him.

Bernie gripped her body tightly and tugged, pulling her over and onto him, lying face up, still impaled on the pulsing prick by way of her pained ass.

"Marv," he gasped. "You go in the front way. But you better work fast. My cock is sensitive and it's gonna blow itself out in a minute."

Florrie's ears were closed to what Bernie was saying as she concentrated on making the pain lessen. Her teeth were tightly clamped together, and her mind was concentrating on the stretched tunnel of her anus. She was afraid, for a moment, that the long, thick penis would reach through her colon right up into her stomach, tearing great holes in her. When he finally started pumping that heavy flesh spike of his in and out, she wanted her body prepared for it.

Then she felt another weight on the bed, and opening her eyes, through the blur of tears she saw the same bearded face as before. What was he doing there?

Marv went crazy, seeing the lovely young mother's wide-open pussy being presented to him. He had been watching Bernie's cock pushing into her ass, and the sight of her squeezing cheeks had really heated him up. He had also noticed Walter staring, and he couldn't mistake the look of lust in his employer's eyes. God! This was the first time he had ever seen Walter do something stupid.

Staring at the way Bernie was finally buried in the woman's ass, he felt himself more on fire than ever before. His swollen prick felt as if it would explode all over the place. He crawled up higher between Florrie's tapered white thighs, seeing them shine with the glistening perspiration covering them. From this angle, he could see Bernie's upthrust cock drive into her from underneath, forcing her vaginal lips to open all the wider. Moving closer, he gripped his solid cock in his right hand, and had no trouble guiding the bright-red knob to her wet, gaping hole. Leaning forward, he felt her firm, full breasts cushion the weight of his body as he pressed it against her. The elongated brown pellets scratched into his hairy chest as he rubbed against them while arching his hips back a moment to correctly fix his position. Then, little by little, he slowly angled his throbbing phallus into the lovely woman's tight, clasping cunnus. He drove in fast and hard, acting as if he were some inexperienced schoolboy about to enjoy his first lay. His thick cock forced its way into the passageway made tighter because of the hard, driving cock filling her ass, feeling resistance all the way as it rode down the tunnel of wet, warm flesh until he felt his balls come into contact with the uptight sac of his brother. Now his cock was buried in her squeezing passageway to the hilt.

"My God!" Marv exclaimed. "What a fantastic cunt. Jesus!"

He felt as if he would shoot then and there, not giving a damn about what Walter wanted. There was a kind of different thrill in feeling the girl helplessly impaled between his brother and himself. It was something he and Bernie would have to try again, sometime in the future. God! Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled his thick wang back, spiraling it on the way out. Then he began pumping it back and forth with rapid speed.

Florrie was totally dazed. When Marvin had driven into her vagina, her cuntal passage-hot and steamy, felt tighter than it had when she'd been a virgin. The hard prick in her rectum had tightened her up all around, because the thrust of the penis into her vagina had also tightened her anal causeway again, and both cocks were locked in a strong, tight, inner grip. Fire was building to a higher peak in her belly, and as the cock in her ass began thrusting back and forth, she felt the flames reach new heights. The thrills were building such enormous feelings within her, she no longer believed herself to be awake. It was impossible to feel this good while conscious. The pain in her rectum had completely disappeared. It was becoming more and more delightful.

This whole thing was backfiring against Walter. What was supposed to be punishment had turned out to be the most blissful thing she had ever experienced. If this was punishment, she hoped Walter would punish her again in the future.

As the two men began rhythmically pounding into her, Florrie came to a stunning realization. Two men were definitely better than one. And if this were so as far as she was concerned, she knew it would be so as far as her daughters were concerned. What she had considered immoral and evil all her life, was something wonderful. And as long as the right two men were selected, there was no reason why she shouldn't go on enjoying this. Nor was there any reason to keep her daughters from enjoying the same kind of pleasure… at least until each of them got married. She would have to take precautions so neither of them would become pregnant, but it would be worth it. Yes, yes, Walter was right about their enjoying a good sex life even now, while they were this young.

As the pair of cocks continued pumping in and out of her, Florrie also realized, if two men made her feel good, then two females would surely make Walter feel good. Now she could understand why he wanted her daughters. Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud, he loved her. He wanted to fuck her, but he wanted to fuck more than one of her at the same time. Her daughters, being an extension of herself, were so much like her as far as Walter was concerned, he would be fucking two or even three Florries all at once. Yes, yes, this was what Walter had subconsciously sought, and she, in her ignorance, had done her best to keep it from him. No wonder he was angry with her. She would have to make it up to him when this was over. She would have to let him know she understood.

She felt the driving penises continue to move through her body, and at first she was unaware of the right way to react. The gradually building thrills in her body soon took over, becoming totally overwhelming. She was helplessly sandwiched between the two men and thrilling to every moment of it. She thrilled as Bernie's pulsing peter slammed itself strongly up into her tight rectum, and before she could recover from the pressure, another rampant shudder traveled through her as Marv's pounding cock filled her tight twat. She felt herself buffeted wildly between them as each of the brothers furiously fucked, straining for his individual satisfaction.

Each man could feel the pressure of the other's solid wang through the thin membrane of flesh separating to two parallel tunnels, and when the tempo of one speeded up, the other was quick to respond to the intensely satisfying tempo increase. They were fucking into Florrie as if they were a single being, and the approaching height of their wild passion drove them to even greater fury. Bernie's long cock rammed into the burning fleshy tunnel of her tight, buttery rectum at the same time his brother's powering prod steamed solidly into the quivering depths of her fiery vagina. Then, as one, they would pull back together until only the shining red helmets of their cocks remained locked inside her, and then once again they would reverse their field and each try to reach into her belly from another entrance.

"Uhhh… ohhh… yesss…! More! More! Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!" Florrie screamed, now totally absorbed by the combined thrusting into her delightfully tortured body.

Florrie felt as if she would totally explode. She could feel the climaxes building up in both channels at once, and she was going to come as she had never come before. Her head reached forward, enjoying Marv's nibbling on her earlobe as he pounded into her. She gasped wildly for air as the insanely mounting thrills burned through her lungs like blistering flames, igniting her enraptured sensual system. She was so engulfed in the dual fucking in and out of her tight vagina and tighter rectum, she was totally unaware Walter had dropped his own pants.

Walter wanted to gloat, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry and scream that he was wrong in what he'd done, but seeing the way Florrie was enjoying it, he became overpoweringly hot himself. He realized he loved his cousin so much, it made him feel good to see her happy, even if two other men were the cause of this happiness. But he was so totally aroused by the sight of it all, he had to become part of it. He swore to himself he would never do anything to hurt Florrie again. But the intensely, delightfully licentious scene taking place before his eyes was too much for him. He had to become part of it, if only to be one of the instruments bringing some kind of delight to this woman who had always been the one true love of his life.

Shedding his clothes, he moved onto the bed on his knees, hoping Florrie would punish him with her mouth by biting into his cock and giving him the pain he deserved for having debased her this way. He saw her rich, pink, spit-moistened lips as he moved forward, bringing his cock closer. He pointed his thick phallus at the broad, oral cavern. This was the mouth of the woman he loved, and he ached to feel it surround his pulsing prick. His own eyes were now tightly shut, and he moved forward by feel, touching her face with his hands, and bringing her lips closer and closer to his long, fat cock.

"Suck it, Florrie," he begged, and his voice barely penetrated her lust-crazed mind.

She realized the thick phallus was waving at her mouth, and she knew it was Walter's. Yes, she would suck it. She would suck it with love, because she now realized it was the most natural thing in the world for her to take the prick of this man anywhere inside her. And that meant her daughters as well. Each girl was a part of her, and when he was fucking either of them, he would be fucking her.

Sighing, she closed her mouth around the solid pale of his thrusting prick. Its pungent flavor seemed to perfectly complement the sensations of thrilling delight building higher and higher in her womb and rectum. Her mouth filled itself with the fullness of his tasty meat. It rummaged in and out, while her tongue bathed it all over the way a mother cat licks her kitten clean. This was the completion of the most wonderful sexual time in her life. She would never again be able to return to her old set of morals. Her eyes had been opened along with her cunt, her rectum, and her mouth. All that mattered in this world was the total fulfillment of sexual desires. And as long as this could be accomplished without her bringing pain or sorrow to anyone else, she intended doing so.

Marv could no longer keep himself in check. He slammed his throbbing cock deep inside her blistering vaginal passage, groaning as he felt his sperm suddenly start moving through his body, racing to escape. It moved into his throbbing cock, rumbled into the tip of his penis, and began blasting with tremendous heated bursts deep inside her anguished pussy.

"Yyyaaarrrgghh!" he bellowed, humping wildly forward with each maddening thrust. And it seemed to become a trigger for all the other weapons being employed in this wonderfully bizarre scene. His twitching, firing cock seemed to incite a response in his brother's prick, a thin membrane away from his, in an even tighter tunnel. Bernie slammed his solid wang into the tight, crushing depths of her colon at the moment of climax.

"Aaaayyyaaagghhrrgghh!!" he bellowed, as his exploding semen shot into her writhing body.

Florrie groaned deep down inside her as she felt the thrilling liquids inundate both passages, almost at the same time. She was being inwardly drowned with their white, sticky semen. The one pumping into her rear-end created the sensation she was getting a sperm enema, while the other fired continually into her wildly contracting vagina, driving her to a peak of uncontrolled frenzy. She clamped her lips tightly around the base of the hard cock thrust into her sucking mouth and moaned a loud, "Mmmmmm!" as twin climaxes began blasting through her passionate body. Her belly rippled with strong spasms of delight as her sperm-filled womb overflowed with lubricating juices exuded by her own climax.

"Florrie, Florrie, Florrie," Walter screamed. "Oh, God! I love youuuuu… uuugghh!"

His hot, throbbing cock fired burst after burst of heavy sperm into his cousin's mouth, feeling the way she voraciously sucked and drank his seed. She tugged on the thick, long, flexing cock as if trying to swallow its length down her throat into her belly, so its head could come into contact with the rapidly deflating penises in her other orifices. She swallowed strongly, keeping his long cock fully buried in her throat, refusing to let any of it go as she eagerly drank the seminal libation he had to offer. It was Walter's spunk, and she wanted every last drop of it inside her. Where the other two would pull their shrunken phalluses out of her and their seed would come dripping out, Walter's was swallowed into her belly, and it had become a part of her, never to escape.

The four of them pressed tightly into one another, slamming the headboard of the bed noisily against the wall. They rolled and writhed until they were completely out of strength. And then they lay there, unable to move as Florrie continued sucking the now-shriveled cock of her cousin.

No one was aware of the door silently opening, nor did they see the two girls peering in. Each had been awakened by the noise the four adults had made. Curious, they had waited until the sounds had subsided, and then looked in. And seeing their mother surrounded by the three men, they felt terror run through them.