Taylor Pt. 06: Taylor's Revenge

Jackson was slowing stroking the head of his cock while his mom ran her tongue up and down his rubbery asshole.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again," he said, slowing the pace of his stroking to try to hold back his second load of the evening. He did so successfully for another couple minutes, until Mrs. Brooks wet her index finger and slowly pushed it into his lubricated asshole, her tongue working on his perineum and balls as she did so.

"SHIT!" Jackson hollered as the unexpected anal intrusion set his cock off like a shotgun, blasting freely into the air in huge, arcing spurts and landing like hot lava on his stomach, the bed, and his mom's hair and upper-back.

Mrs. Brooks withdrew her finger and brought her lips up to the sensitive, post-ejaculate tip of her middle son's cock, sucking lightly to clean off the last drops of cum that had settled there.

"Told you, dude," said Jake, taking a momentary break from eating his mom's butt.

Jackson stood and walked to the bathroom in a daze to clean himself up. He came back and chugged a bottle of Gatorade, watching his brother continue to rim their mom. Taylor thought Jackson looked like a football player eager to get back in the game.

Jake pulled his tongue out and spanked his mom's ass extremely hard a few times with his palm. Apparently sated with tonguing her hole, he turned to address his brother and the girls.

"I came up with this a few weeks ago," he said with a shit-eating grin, as he went over to the backpack he'd brought and pulled out a rather large buttplug. Going back to his mom, he pulled her off the floor and onto the bed, keeping her on all fours. He pushed her head down and pulled her ass up higher, displaying the glistening wet asshole he'd been working on for the past fifteen minutes. Spitting on the buttplug for good measure, he slowly pushed it into her ass.

He could have gotten it in easily, but clearly wanted to savor the act. He'd push it in, then pull it out slowly. He'd let it hang right on the edge of going in, where her asshole was stretched around the widest part of the plug, then pull it back out and repeat the process. Mrs. Brooks moaned loudly into the hotel mattress. Jake smiled that douchey smile at Taylor while he did it, thinking it was her relative that he was causing so much pain and humiliation. It took all of Taylor's willpower to keep from smiling back, since she knew the truth.

Jackson's behemoth cock was starting to stir as he watched. Even Anne was getting turned on, or at least doing a good job of playing the part. As she watched the display, her hand slowly crept down the front of her pants to play with herself. Jackson must have noticed because Anne made eyes at him, beckoning him to her side where she started to gently stroke his pillar of meat. Taylor watched it all, knowing that she and Anne had talked strategy beforehand and had said if need be they'd do whatever they had to do to keep the brothers fucking Mrs. Brooks. Anne was doing that duty, getting Jackson prepped for round three. Taylor did wonder, as she felt her own pussy starting to tingle, if Anne wasn't getting her own enjoyment out of it as well though.

Jake had let the buttplug slide into his mom's ass and was now rubbing her pussy with his palm. He was a master at keeping her on the edge of orgasm, giving her just enough stimulation with the plug and his hand to keep her there but not enough to send her over. He toed that line for several minutes, loving the exasperated whines he was causing his mother to emit. Once he had her entire body quivering, ready to cum at the slightest touch, he made the unexpected move of abandoning her pussy altogether and slowly working the plug out of her ass. He turned and showed it, slimy and wet, to the group.

"Check this out," he said with a grin.

Bending down, he stuffed the buttplug into her mouth, causing her to gag and sputter. Getting into a crouched position behind her, he pulled her hips up again and with no concern for her well-being, lined up his big cock and slammed it down into her ass. The pain was obvious from his mom's sharp yelp, audible even with her mouth full of ass-toy. She tried to pull away but he held her hips tight and continued to pile-drive her asshole, fast, hard and deep. He kept up the intense pace long enough for her to somewhat acclimate to it, though her pained yelps continued throughout the experience.

"I love fucking your whore of an aunt," he called over his shoulder to the girls.

Taylor couldn't help it and let a broad smile come to her lips. Whatever you say, douchebag, it's your whore mom's ass your'e fucking.

Jackson was warmed back up and ready to jump into the action. His brother seemed unwilling to stop or even slow down jackhammering their moms butthole, but Jackson did see an opening (albeit a slightly awkward one). Jake was crouching and positioned so high up that Jackson could kneel behind him and snake his long cock through to his mom's pussy. He'd have to be cautious to avoid undue contact with his brother's rapidly humping dick and balls, and he'd have to turn his head to avoid getting his brother's ass in his face, but he could otherwise enjoy the DP as he normally would.

Somewhere along the way, the shift from intense pleasure to intense pain had shifted back into the pleasure spectrum for Mrs. Brooks. It was hard to tell, but Taylor guessed she was either having rolling orgasms one after the other or just one hyper-extended orgasm with no end in sight so long as her boys continued to fuck her in this manner. Taylor was impressed that she hadn't just passed out from the stimulation and the lack of air (she was still breathing mostly through her nose since the buttplug was filling her mouth).

Jake was the first one to break. After clobbering away at his mom's ass for over ten minutes, he finally couldn't handle any more and pulled out, shooting a huge load of cum at her ass and gaping asshole.

"FUCK!" he yelled, having one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

"God damn it, dude! You got cum on me!" said Jackson angrily, pulling up the bedspread to quickly wipe away an errant glob of cum that had landed on his pelvis.

"Sorry, bro," said Jake, collapsing onto the bed in a lustful heap, a huge, happy smile on his face.

"Disgusting, dude. That's practically incest!" said Jackson, entirely unaware of the irony as he picked up the pace fucking his mom's hot pussy.

Taylor was confident these two would keep at it as long as they possibly could, all night if they could manage it. Watching the rough DP had gotten her pussy fairly wet and she now wanted to check in again on the other rooms.

She went past 209 where a couple of Jamaal's friends were in the hallway, laughing and sharing a joint. They told Taylor that Viktor had puked up all the cum he'd been forced to swallow and now Jamaal was making him lick it back up off the floor. They found it hilarious and Taylor laughed with them, but wasn't all that interested in witnessing it. Maybe she'd check out the video later.

In 207, to her chagrin, Taylor found that most of the men had left. The food was gone and the amount of cumshots Taylor could see both around the room and on Ash and Ky suggested that everyone had cum at least a couple times then left. Only four men remained: Beardy and Stubble, who had been late to the party; one of the well-muscled ex-cons from Jamaal's group who seemed to prefer young pussy to young guy; and finally a very overweight man with a big white beard whom Taylor recognized from the homeless group. Taylor thought he looked like a homeless Santa Claus.

The ex-con was slamming Ky's pussy hard from behind while she sucked on Santa's cock, which matched his stomach as being very large and wobbly. In fact, Taylor was happy to see that, with the exception of Stubble, all the remaining guys were rather well-hung (not like Jackson and Jake but impressive nonetheless). If nothing else, the three big dicks would help ensure that the girls would be sore for days to come.

Beardy was laying underneath Ash, his wide cock piercing her pussy as he stared at her great tits in awe. Stubble was behind her, his dirty little cock fucking her asshole. She hoped both girls had been DP'd plenty of times that evening as it made for especially good entertainment. She checked to make sure the cameras in the room were still running and, confirming that they were, sat down to enjoy the show.

The ex-con fucking Ky was really giving it to her hard. She couldn't keep Santa's floppy white cock in her mouth for more than a few seconds. For his part, Santa couldn't seem to stay fully hard, though Taylor could hardly blame him considering he was an older guy who'd probably shot a few wads already that night. He seemed to enjoy slapping his rosy-headed white cock against Ky's young face as she grunted through the orgasm the ex-con was giving her.

The orgasm proved too much for Ky and for the first time that night actually had to relent and stop a guy from fucking her. The ex-con was nonplussed and walked over to the other bed, his swinging dick leading the way. Hopping up on the mattress, he dangled his cock in Ash's face until she could wrap her lips around the head and start sucking.

Ky had collapsed into Santa's lap, her head on his fat thigh and his chubby cock laying across her face. He gently slapped it around her face some more as she lay there catching her breath. He grabbed his big, smooth balls and pushed them towards her mouth. Fresh from the hard orgasm, it took her some time to even figure out where she was, but once she did she started lazily kissing and licking Santa's heavy sack.

On the other bed, Ash was now deepthroating the con while Beardy and Stubble kept sawing away at her holes. The tingle in Taylor's pussy was getting serious. She could feel her pert nipples standing at attention. Casually, she played with one over her shirt as she watched her former best friend get made airtight by a bunch of undesirables.

Santa had gotten Ky onto her back, her head facing the foot of the bed toward where Taylor was standing. Her pussy was sloppy wet and oversensitive, but he gently slid his semi-soft cock against it, letting it collect her excess juices. Ky's eyes were closed tight, her breathing indicating that she was getting horny again.

Taylor got an idea and without thinking began to act on it. She quickly undid her pants and pulled them off with her underwear in one smooth motion. At one point in her life she would have felt exposed to be bottomless in a room full of strange men, but that shyness was long gone. Besides, only Santa even seemed to notice and he already had some ripe pussy.

Taylor climbed onto the bed and without warning her, straddled Ky's face. Ky had forced Taylor to eat her out numerous times in the last few months, among so many other horrible and degrading things. Taylor thought it was well-past time to get some back.

Ky went to work on Taylor's pussy slowly, willing but unsure of how to do it. Taylor adjusted herself a bit to give Ky's mouth a better angle, and before long it was starting to feel really good. Taylor and Santa were watching each other enjoy either end of Ky's body with rapt interest. Taylor noticed that his cock had started to bulge and stiffen. She'd known, even seeing it flaccid, that this guy had a big one, but seeing it grow even further was quite a sight. Now fully hard, the pale white cock was full of big, smooth vein ridges and had bulbous, reddish-pink head sitting on top of a good ten inches of pure man-meat. Taylor was a bit mesmerized, watching the thick bastard sliding up and down and around Ky's wet snatch. She actually felt kind of proud that taking off her pants and mounting Ky's face had helped bring the thing to full arousal. Even knowing he was a bum off the street, she couldn't help but imagine fucking that beautiful dick.

Santa gave her a smile and a wink, running his hand along the full length of his member, seemingly just to show it off to her. Then he slowly guided the head down, past Ky's pussy, to line it up with her tight asshole.

Taylor could feel Ky grunt into her pussy as Santa pressed his big sausage, slick with pussy juice, slowly into Ky's rear. Watching it and feeling Ky's hot breath was getting Taylor even hotter. She started to roll her hips, grinding her clit against Ky's mouth and face. She looked over at Ash, who was now licking the con's asshole and milking his cock with a downward motion as he bent over against the bed frame, his ass in her face. Beardy was trying to lean his top half out of the way of the con's dick which was pointed directly at him. Stubble looked like he was going to have a heart attack as he fucked away at Ash's butt, gripping her cheeks hard with both hands.

Santa was slowly picking up his pace. Taylor could feel his thrusts through Ky's body. Her eyes met with his, and in that moment she would have fucked him silly at the drop of a hat but they were both so deep into fucking Ky that neither could pull away. Taylor ass was bouncing up and down as Ky licked and sucked and slobbered away at her soaking pussy. She was ready to cum when Santa suddenly pulled out and with a few slow strokes pumped a beautiful, bountiful, pearly load onto Ky's tight stomach. Taylor moaned seeing it. She'd never desired a man's cum so much; to have it on her, inside of her, it didn't matter. She knew she shouldn't but with her orgasm starting she bent forward and started slurping up as much of the delicious white cream as she could, bucking wildly on Ky's face as she did. As her tongue made it down to Ky's trimmed pubic hair, Santa's slowly deflating cock was laying right in front of Taylor's eyes. His cum was so sweet, she couldn't stop herself from gently sucking the marshmallowy head of his gorgeous cock into her mouth, just this once, just for a few moments, to get the last of his cum into her stomach.

Taylor lost track of how long she slurped on Santa's softening cockhead, but when she looked up at him he had his eyes closed, hands resting on his belly with the cheeriest look of contentment on his face she could possibly imagine. Across the room, all three men had gathered around a kneeling Ash to spray their cum onto her face. Taylor saw the last of the loads dripping onto Ash's eager tongue, her face an absolute mess.

Taylor slowly dismounted from Ky and got her pants and underwear back on. She straightened her hair in the mirror a bit, then turned and addressed the men in the room.

"You guys have a few more hours with them. Around six someone will come by to collect them. Feel free to order a pizza, call up any friends you know, whatever, just make sure you fuck them as many times as possible before dawn," said Taylor. Beardy looked at her with a toothy grin.

"These girls are pretty dirty, huh?" he asked, watching Ash suck some cum off her fingers.

"The dirtiest," said Taylor, "think you guys can find a way to be even nastier?"

"We'll think of something" said the ex-con with a laugh, smacking his dick hard against Ash's cheek.

Taylor opened the door to leave. As she left 207, Ash was being dragged to the bathroom by the con who planned to "hose her down", Beardy and Stubble were arguing over who would get to sit on Ky's face first, and Santa's eyes were back open, his glorious cock starting to stir yet again. He shot Taylor a wink as she closed the door behind her.

Taylor decided she had to check in on room 209. She could hear music still playing and the men inside laughing. Going inside, she saw the men all gathered around the bed. Viktor was again strapped to the bed, though this time on his back. He was of course completely naked and covered in jizz. Even with a bad angle, it was clear his ass had been thoroughly abused. His hard cock was stuck straight down between his legs, oozing pre-cum. She wondered if he'd cum at all during the evening. She'd have to ask Ethan.

Ethan was still filming and Jamaal had a rag in his hand which he was using to wipe the cum off Viktor's body. Something about the way he did it clearly told Taylor he wasn't just being helpful and considerate. He made sure to scoop as much cum onto the rag as possible, getting every bit of it off of Viktor's destroyed body. Once finished, he laid it on the bed.

"Your turn, sir, as requested," said Jamaal to Ethan. The men in the room chuckled.

Ethan handed the camera to another guy who kept the focus on the rag. Ethan unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Stroking it hard, he started masturbating in earnest.

Taylor could see where this was going and wanted to help. She stepped into the inner circle, right beside Ethan as he continued to jerk. Putting a hand on his arm, she told him to stop. He obliged, dropping his hands to the side as Taylor took hold of his cock and started jerking him off. She'd gotten pretty good at it recently and she cupped his balls while giving him a textbook-perfect handjob. It took less than two minutes for Ethan to announce he was cumming. Taylor aimed his spurting cock at the rag as Ethan unloaded. He'd clearly saved up for this, thought Taylor, observing that it was a good amount more cum than he usually produced. Fully spent, Taylor released his dick and he put it back in his pants. The rag was a cum-saturated disaster.

"Put it in his mouth," said Ethan. The men laughed and a few even clapped. This was the culmination of their night's work.

Jamaal carefully picked up the rag and brought it up to Viktor's face. Viktor tried, with his last ounce of resistance, to turn his head away but Jamaal grabbed his hair roughly and kept it straight. He stuffed the filthy rag into Viktor's mouth, just as Viktor has done to Ethan all those months ago when this had all begun. Viktor choked and gagged and sputtered, but Taylor knew the rag would be staying there until Ethan said it was okay to remove it. She squeezed Ethan's arm and gave him an understanding smile. This was what he needed, and she hoped it would help him.

Taylor left the room. She'd been gone from 211 for over an hour at this point and she hoped things were still going well. Hopefully Anne hadn't been pressed into joining the action, though frankly it wouldn't be the end of the world if she had been.

Entering the room, Taylor was pleased to see that Anne was still on the sidelines, ardently filming the scene. And what a scene it had become.

Mrs. Brooks was on her back on the bed. Her big, beautiful tits were practically covered in clothespins, especially around her plump nipples. Jackson was perched up by her head, facing down towards his mom with his huge rod planted, absolutely PLANTED, in her mouth. It was like a magic act: her throat had somehow made roughly a foot of her son's dick disappear. His dangling balls rested on her nose in such a way that Taylor marvelled at the woman's ability to breathe at all.

Her legs were spread wide, and her other son was using a riding crop to violently slap at her inner thighs. Jake's assault was rhythmic: hard slap on the left thigh, hard slap on the right thigh, rinse, repeat. Every 8 or 9th slap, however, he would without warning smack the crop down on her bare pussy. Her only response to any of this was to quake in pain and surprise with every smack, especially of course the ones on her pussy. Anne leaned over to whisper in Taylor's ear.

"They've been at this for ages. They're doing whatever they can think of to break her," she said somewhat gleefully.

It felt a little strange to Taylor that Mrs. Brooks, blameless in all this, was being subjected to such cruelty while her sons, the real perpetrators, were getting to enjoy it so much. But she knew that it was just the cost of doing business so to speak, and that the more they enjoyed it now the more horrible it would be for the boys in the future.