Well, That Backfired Ch. 04

LAURIE

Daddy and Tommy are not nice to me. They treat me like the baseless slut I am; hitting me, choking me, spitting into my gaping mouth as I scream. Their cocks push together; brutally separating my tight insides, stretching me wide open as I beg for mercy. They don't give it to me, and I don't want them to. I straddle about my father, my pussy a ruin of reddened glistening petals and inner lips that stretch with every retreat. From behind, Tom spreads me open with one hand, and slaps me with the other. My asshole is a gaping, clenching vice that coils around him with every forced entry, welcoming him inside me with a sinful, sibling embrace. They pierce alongside each other; burrowing into virgin territory, desecrating the sanctity of depths I've never felt before. God it's good, better than anything I've ever had, and the wrongness of it all, the depravity of the act only makes it exquisite.

"You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?!" Daddy growls, one of his hands wrapped around my throat, the other painfully squeezing a flailing breast.

"YES!" I choke out, writhing atop him, my body reacting perversely to every motion of the men taking me, stuck between their ferocious attacks, unable to steady myself, unable to adjust.

"You're just the family cum dumpster, aren't you?" Tom whispers in my ear, one of his hands gripping my ass and holding it open, the other relentlessly slapping me, turning my pale backside into a mosaic of red hand prints.

"YES!" I comply obediently, my voice wavering and choking, "I'm your anal-whore! I'm nothing but your toy!"

Tom grabs two handfuls of my hair and rips my head back, forcing my spine into an unnatural arch, forcing me to look back at him from the tops of my glazed eyes. My chest juts forward in the motion, and my father relinquishes my throat to take a greedy handful of my free breast. He sinks his fingers wantonly into the supple flesh; his thumbs pressing against my erect nipples, his grip sending beautiful, aching pain deep into my chest, mingling the feeling with the ruinous sensations coursing in my depths. Tom thrusts harder into me, watching as I react to his violence, watching as I mouth pathetic whimpers for more. Daddy takes Tom's increased passion as a challenge, and drives with even more ferocity. Their pelvises collide in a torrent of chaotic brutality, no longer hammering at a steady cadence, but ratcheting with each pass, going faster and harder, breaking me in without regard for my comfort, or sanity. They reach the tightest spaces of my depths; burrowing into my colon, smashing against my cervix, blasting agonizing pleasure into the desecrated reaches of my erogeneity. Spit leaks from my gaping lips, tears brim from my widened eyes, sweat glistens from my exhausted body. I deserve this; I'm the slut who fucks her brother, the whore who seduces her father, the cunt who tastes her mother. I wouldn't want to be anything else. This is me, this who I am. Use me, Daddy; rape me, Tommy. Break me in half, ruin me, leave me used and sullied like the filthy whore I am. Give me what I want, what I need, what I crave.

I feel it building within me; stronger and more violent than ever before. The natural filling pleasure of my ravaged pussy contrasts the unnaturally perverse sensations flooding from the ruined sheath of my ass. The men press together against the delicate membrane that separates my womanhood from my vile hole, mixing the sensations they provide into a concoction of depravity, a singular source of euphoria that burns hotter and hotter with each relentless thrust. I'm screaming, wailing, begging for reprieve, but they don't give it to me. They go harder and harder, their grunts and groans rising in my ears, their breath hot against my exposed skin, their bodies pressing against me, surrounding me from the outside as they torture me from the inside. It's too much, too much for my mind to take! The sensations, the sights, the sounds and the smells leak their way past the defenses of my sanity. I become the entity of my lust, a slave to the senses, a whore in both body and soul. I writhe in simple reaction to the feeling; arching my back against the blast of thrusts from Tom, grinding my hips against the jackhammer of my father. Gasping, sputtering sounds vocalize from a mouth that is no longer my own as the feeling builds and builds; the singular, rising tempest that compels me from within. A stream of release blasts from my cunt and soaks my father, my pelvic floor juts from my taint as a torrent of convulsions rips through my ass. I'm coming, releasing and exalting, but the feeling still builds! Hotter and tighter, deeper and stronger, ratcheting through my squirming insides, driving me insane! Hit me! Choke me! Fuck me! Oh, god... OH GOD!

ELEANOR

Laurie's face is the portrait of depravity. Her bulging writhing eyes stare at nothing, seemingly vacant in the gaze of her ecstasy. Dark eyeliner streams from the stained tears that wet her rosy cheeks, and mingles with the smeared lipstick that mars the luscious outline of her gaping mouth. The sounds that flow from her throat are not the sounds a teenage girl should make; hell, they're not sounds a human should make. She flails wildly in the last throes of her passion; her breasts jiggling and deforming in her father's squeezing palms, her ass squishing against her brother's driving pelvis, and her torso straining and flexing along the exaggerated curve of her back. The arch of her body is accentuated by the pull of her hair, stretching the underside of her neck, forcing her head backward and her face to the ceiling. They're violent with her, brutal, in fact. Her pale unblemished complexion is a ruin of red handprints, pinch marks and bruises, but she revels in it. It's hard to believe that just two days ago, this girl was my prim, goodie-two-shoe best friend. Now she's a depraved incestual whore, but really, this is who she always was. All it took was a little push from me, and she went screaming over the edge.

Her body undulates with jerking, possessed motions; her mouth screams a higher and higher note, until it's a shrill, desperate cry that grows silent in the wake of her orgasm. An astonished, wide-eyed look appears on her face as she stares vacantly toward the ceiling, and her body clenches in a paralysis of ecstasy. The tension in her posture winds, and winds, and then finally, snaps. Her voice returns, her body lurches forward, and she collapses atop her father, whimpering into his heaving chest. The three of them pant exhaustedly for a moment, recovering from the intensity of the act, and a mournful sound emanates from Laurie's lips. She's crying.

"Laurie?" Bradley asks, touching a tender finger to his daughter's face, "Sweetie, are you alright?"

Laurie lifts her head, a curtain of brown curls flowing from her crown and revealing the beautiful, but marred face beneath it. Her big sapphire eyes are brimming with tears, but her full, pale lips are smiling broadly. It's bizarre to see such a rapid transition of emotions, to see her face contorted in lust one moment, then relaxed in love the next. The evidence of her depravity is still smeared across her endearing expression, and the mixture of spit, tears, and makeup somehow compliments the affectionate look, despite the contradiction of it.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice wavering in emotion, her hand gently cupping her father's cheek, "thank you, Daddy."

They come together in a kiss; not the carnal, challenging embrace they engaged in before, but a soft, loving exchange. Their mouths open and close along the crease of their pressing lips, and soft, tender smacks sound from their love. I can practically see the pain, abandonment and regret fall from their bodies, and the forgiveness, promise and love surge into them. I hear a sniffle from my left, and see both Audrie and Sierra wiping tears from their eyes.

"That was so beautiful." Audrie whispers, resting her head on Sierra's shoulder, "It's like I'm watching a really fucked up Lifetime movie. I love your family."

"You're part of the family, Audrie." Sierra laughs, planting a kiss on Audrie's cheek, "Just because you're not blood, doesn't mean you're not one of us."

"Just another character in this debauched daytime cable drama," I chuckle, squeezing the blonde woman's impossibly supple ass, "Now get over there; it's time for your action sequence."

Audrie gives us both a delighted smile, then rises to her feet, giddy with excitement. She composes herself, puts on a seductive face, and walks sultrily over to the two awaiting men, her ass forming alternating globes with each lascivious step.

"I just cannot hate that woman," Sierra says as Audrie swaps spit with Laurie, then helps her step-daughter to her feet, "I wanted to, but goddamn it, I really like her."

"I do too." I say, watching as Laurie limps her way over to the couch.

"What do you think, Sweetie?" Sierra laughs as her daughter approaches, her reddened, used holes still gaping from her abuse.

"I think," Laurie groans, collapsing on the other side of her mother, "that I won't be able to feel anything below the waist for a week."

"Is that so?" Sierra smirks, extending a single finger outward and gently pushing Laurie's swollen clit back into its hood. Laurie shudders audibly, licking her lips and closing her eyes in bliss as she savors the invasion of her mother's finger.

"I guess not." She smiles weakly, "now, what were you asking me?"

"What do you think of your step-mother?" Sierra asks, nurturing her daughter by cleaning the smeared makeup from her face, and gently combing her fingers through the mess of curls snarled atop her head. Laurie glances lazily over to Audrie, who is on her knees, and taking it upon herself to clean her partners off.

"Ellie pegged her perfectly," Laurie says, smiling over Sierra and looking at me, "eager to please, always trying to impress, and sexually over-compensating; I like her a lot."

"How did you convince her to do this?" I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her the picture she sent me.

"We played on her insecurities." Laurie smiles slightly, tracing her finger along the curves of her mother's side, "We knew she'd want to be the cool step-mom, so we let her try to impress us. Once she got comfortable with us, we revealed the... nature of our relationship."

"First Audrie, then your own father," Sierra muses, looking back at me with a frank expression, "I wonder where you learned to be so manipulative."

"You should have seen her face when Tom kissed me," Laurie giggles girlishly, drawing her mother's ire away from me, "it was perfect."

"I would love to have seen that," Sierra smiles, taking her daughter's hands and guiding it between her legs, "tell me everything that happened, and in gratuitous detail."

I press my body against Sierra's back, spooning her, feeling my breasts squish against her shoulders and my pussy slide against her ample backside. I nuzzle my face against the soft curve of her neck, and kiss her gently in the vulnerable spot, smiling as I hear her breath quicken beneath me. Laurie turns over and presses herself to her mother's front; her petite bust deforming against the swell of her mother's bosom, one of her slender legs wrapping lazily over her mother's thick thighs. She stares her sapphire eyes into her mother's identical irises, and smiles.

"Well," Laurie smirks, allowing her mother to guide her hand further down, "first, we smoked a little weed, and drank a little beer."

"Oh, you're grounded," Sierra chuckles, reaching behind herself and spreading one of her cheeks for me, "you shouldn't have told me that."

"Then, Audrie and I got in a little wrestling match," Laurie giggles, caressing her mother along her leaking slit, sending shivers up the woman's spine that I can feel tremoring against my belly, "and she ended up on top of me."

"I've seen this movie before." I smile over Sierra's shoulder as I slide my hand between our bodies, tracing down her spine and nearing the small of her back.

"I thought she might kiss me right there," Laurie says, her voice barely a whisper, her tones seeping with seduction as she teases her mother while recounting her tale, "but she resisted me."

"I bet you didn't like that." Sierra smiles to her daughter, their eyes still locked, their lips inches apart.

"I was patient," Laurie says, her eyes sparkling, her fingers still caressing her mother, not penetrating her, "just like I'm being patient with you now."

"Hmm," Sierra murmurs contentedly, nestling her body closer to her daughter's, "you're testing me again, aren't you?"

"I am," Laurie giggles girlishly, though her eyes twinkle mischievously, "one of these days, I'll find the right combination to unlock you."

"And then what?" Sierra smiles, releasing her spread cheek as my hand slides between her supple glutes.

"Then," Laurie whispers, her fingers slickening with the nectar of her mother's want, "I'll have you begging between my legs, just like Audrie was."

As if on cue, Audrie's voice rings out in abject ecstasy. We turn our attention from ourselves, and watch as the beautiful blonde expresses her lust. Bradley and Tom are standing, facing each other with Audrie acting as the bridge between them. She faces her step-son, with her arms pulled back behind herself and clasping their hands together behind her husband's neck. Her body is curved into a graceful tan arch; her shoulders resting on her husband's chest, her perfect breasts jutting toward her step son, her silky abdomen distending forward, and her supple ass deforming against Bradley's pelvis. She is being impaled, violated by the pull of her own body weight. Her legs straighten and tense at her sides as she slowly descends; her pussy taking in her step-son, her asshole slowly expanding around her husband's rigid cock. Every inch she drops, her face contorts more dramatically; her mouth falling further agape, her eyes bulging wider, her brow furrowing deeply, creating lines of strain across her smooth forehead. Her voice grows louder and more desperate the lower she gets until her holes finally consume the last of the men supporting her, and she whimpers pathetically.

"God, she's beautiful." Sierra mutters, all of us forgetting for a moment that we were about to fuck each other.

"I tried to make her ugly," Laurie whispers as the men begin to thrust into her step-mom, "but everything I threw at her just made her look hotter."

Laurie's right; no matter what image you take of Audrie, every snapshot of her lust looks like it could be a centerpiece in Hustler. Even as the men pound into her harder and harder, her body doesn't contort in the violence, but gracefully adapts. The elegant curve of her bridging arch bends and shifts between the men taking her, but the motions are smooth and adept. Her face never distorts into an ugly grimace, but expresses her intense pleasure with picturesque dignity. Even the picture I have of her on my phone, with her own panties shoved in her mouth, her innocent eyes, woeful expression and ravaged complexion somehow look pretty, as if she prepared herself for the photo.

"She's taking this with a lot more grace than you did," Sierra chuckles to Laurie, reaching forward and grabbing her daughter's ass, and then dragging her closer, bringing their groins together, "the things that came out of your mouth, Laurie... imagine if your mother heard you say those things."

"Are you chastising me for my dirty mouth after my tongue was in your ass?"

"Such a dirty little mouth," Sierra grins, their lips brushing against each other, "I'll have to clean it out."

Mother and daughter connect in a kiss; their lips forming around each other and sucking gently as their tongues entwine between them. I take an indulgent inhale of Sierra, saturating my sinuses with her scent as I pinch my fingers together against her puckered rim. I push my fingers slowly forward, and feel the tension of her sphincter unwind in a welcoming surrender, the tender flesh of her sheath beckoning me inside. She moans into her daughter's mouth, and presses her body closer to her as my hand moves deeper, and deeper. Her incestual kiss becomes more impassioned the further my hand travels inside her, and I see Laurie falling prey to her mother's seduction. She ceases her teasing, and slides her fingers into her mother just like Sierra wants her to, gently compelled to give in to the alpha's overbearing prowess. Laurie never really had a chance, but I get the feeling that Sierra likes that her daughter tries. One day, Laurie might finally break the woman, but not today. Today, she simply loves her the way Sierra wants her to. Sierra's lust is controlling, but not domineering; she just makes people want to do what she wants to do. As Sierra's rim encloses about my violating wrist, and she shifts her hips against me to take it deeper, I realize that I just did exactly what she wanted. I smile to myself, and push further into her.

TOM

"Oh god!" Audrie cries, looking into my eyes as her back arches deeper, jutting her jiggling breasts into my face, "Fuck me harder!"

Her legs wrap around my driving hips, pulling me deeper into her slick tight heat. I drive in congruence with my father, feeling her clench around me as he violates her from the other side. I can tell she likes it better when we thrust together, each sudden impact shooting the breath from her, each breathless squeal begging us to fill her with as much man as she can take. Her penetration is so robust that I can see the indentation of my cock moving beneath her flesh, I can hear her pelvic floor popping violently from her crack with each simultaneous pull from her holes, and I can feel her body seize in delight every time that happens.

Audrie is not like Laurie. She doesn't demand abuse like my sister does, but she isn't opposed to things getting rough. With her legs secured around my waist, I take two handfuls of her perfect breasts, and squeeze hard, but not to the point of pain like I would with Laurie. My fingers are lost in her succulent meat, and I see the arousal surge into her eyes as my thumbs press onto her nipples, rolling the stiff nodes until they quiver with stimulus. Her head falls against my dad's chest, and she watches me from the bottoms of her grey eyes, her rosy cheeks flushed, her full lips parted to sound the deep splendor of her violation. Dad begins to drive harder into Audrie's ass, and I strain to keep pace with the old man. As our rhythm accelerates, I see the change begin to take shape in Audrie's expression. Her eyes widen with each ratcheting blast of our hips, her mouth falls further agape, and her brow furrows in the tell-tale sign of her ascension. Her moans become cries, and her motions become more ardent. She gyrates her hips in a circular pass, working in opposition of her penetration, her abdomen flexing beneath her breasts, the indentation of my driving cock forming and reforming beneath her musculature as she stirs her insides around it. Her cries become desperate, and with every ferocious meeting our flesh, she loses more of her breath until she's expiring desperate shallow pants, hyperventilating in the exertion of her ecstasy, the motions of her body stray from graceful, to violent.

"Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck!" She pants, her breath heaving from her gaping lips in sputtering bursts, her eyes brimming, lost in sensation. I feel the pressure growing in my loins, and the will to stop it wane. I didn't come inside Laurie, but I don't think I can stop myself from coming inside Audrie. I turn to my left, and see Eleanor and Mom watching me expectantly. Goddamn it, I'm not a fucking pornstar! I grit my teeth, and hammer into the woman, trying to expedite her ascension before I begin to summit my own. She screams and bucks her hips, her cunt trapping me like a vice, molding against my cock with Dad still hammering from the other side, each surge flattening her back wall against me, sending her insides into a torrent of convulsions. Her eyes roll back, her entire body goes rigid, her jaw clenches as she stares rapturously at the ceiling, seeing nothing at all. She squirts all over me, and I have to sing the national anthem in my head to keep from blowing the last of myself inside her. Dad does not share my resolve, and I hear Audrie's scream sharpen in delight as he fills her gaping asshole. Her fervency subsides, softening to exhausted breaths and soft whimpers, and she takes her husband's mouth to her own as his seed leaks from her to pool below us. Her legs unwrap from my waist, and I stumble backward, and collapse onto the couch.