Helen was gorgeous, in her late thirties or so, with a slight Asian feature to her eyes and face. About 5'5," rich brown hair almost the turn-on that her daughter's was and a bust line that had to measure close to forty! This woman was a find. An incredibly beautiful Eurasian woman with big tits. I spoke to her as she looked at her naked daughter crying now on the living room floor. "I'll be quick," I said. "We have made a recording of your daughter in all sorts of compromising activities. The video shows us taking turns raping and sodomizing her orally, vaginally and anally. It also shows her having repeated orgasms and cooperating thoroughly. Ya might say she's been the life of the party, Helen.
Anyway, she's tired and sore and wants to go home. Frankly I don't blame her. Just based on the amount of semen she's swallowed, she's probably very full and tired." Helen turned red with shock and started to speak. "I told you not to say anything. Let me finish. By the way, when we did her with the big, vibrating dildo, she got really into it. But her ass may be a little sore for a week or so, so keep her on soft foods. We called you because we wanted you to come to the party and tell us a little about yourself and your daughter. I can see where she got her great body from. I'm not sure but you look like maybe a forty-plus...in the tits I mean Helen ...and we thought maybe you'd do your daughter a favor and help her out. You know, Trade places sort of, and entertain us. OK?"
The woman was dumbfounded...in shock and completely silent, mouth hanging open, still looking at her eighteen year girl, naked there with us all staring. She watched as Joe walked over to Barbara and knelt down beside her on the floor. He said something to her but we couldn't hear. But whatever he said, she reacted by covering her naked bush with one hand and folding an arm across her tits. Joe stood up over her, smiled and began to undress. "Please Mom don't let him do this to me please...Mom please stop him, he likes to hurt me...he likes to make me cry Mom, Mom, please." Helen tried to rush to her daughter but dad and I stopped her. "Helen, just give us a chance to explain," I said. "We just want to show you why you're needed. You're the relief team so young daughter there can catch her breath." Joe slipped out of his pants and stood over the girl with an erection bigger, longer, harder and wider than before. He reached down and picked up a small bottle of baby oil and began to lubricate his enormous cock. "Dad, can you go get Helen a drink," I asked..."Barbara, want something?"
" Please, some water," she answered. While my father went into the kitchen, Joe knelt back down and whispered something again to Barbara. Helen and I saw her cringe, turn away from him and roll into a sort of fetal position. Joe stood up and came over to Helen. I saw her stare at his cock and she tried to back away but I held her still. "Helen," Joe said, "Wanna know what I just told your little girl?"
She just looked at him in fear as I took her right hand and placed it on Joe's oily, shiny dick. "Helen, here's what I just whispered to your little girl...'Barbara, in a couple of minutes, two of us are gonna take hold of your nipples and pull you up to a sitting position right in front of your mom. Then cunt, I'm gonna spin you around by your tit and push you down on your hands and knees. When I tell you, you're gonna start barking like the bitch you are. Then you're gonna take it from me doggy style. And when I'm done, we'll see who else wants to keep you happy." I stroked Helen's ass all through Joe's speech. She was wearing a skirt cut a little above the knee along with a white button front blouse. Helen stood there having her buns caressed looking like a troubled school girl. I slid my hand up under her skirt and got a good feel of her through silk panties. She didn't even notice. Dad came back and handed her daughter a cool glass of water. Then he walked over to Helen with a glass filled with five or six ounces of straight scotch.
"Here Helen, drink this...all of it." She shook her head and my father raised his hand up to her face as if to slap her. While her one hand stayed wrapped around Joe, I took the glass from my father as he bent her down onto her knees and squeezed her nose closed. "You're gonna drink this Helen, OK?" he said. "Now open your mouth!" I knelt down beside her as she opened her mouth and brought the glass to her lips. She took some and tried to stop, but I kept tilting the glass up, warning her not to spill. She drank more, then started to cough from the burning in her throat. She backed her head away and I let her breathe. Then I grabbed her hair in back and pulled straight down so her head snapped back. "Open wide Helen," I said as I poured the liquid into her gaping mouth. She choked and sputtered and whisky flew all over the front of her blouse, but she drank. She drank plenty. In about fifteen minutes, the buzz would start, but first the shocker. "OK, stand up now Helen. Gee now you're starring in your own wet t-shirt contest. Is that a push up job I see through all that scotch honey or is that you?" I ran my hand over her breasts and she backed away. "Helen, OK, I'll leave you alone. Just wanna show you something."
Joe was back standing over Barbara. He ordered her to lie on her back and to stop covering her breasts. She complied and my father and Joe bent down and each took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. On the count of three they both pulled up, stretching both breasts to amazing extension. She cried out as the pulling moved her upward...upward...upward and finally, slowly onto her knees. "Geez Helen," I said. "When we do that with your tits, we'll need to stand on a ladder!" I replaced my hand up under her skirt and continued to harden myself by caressing her ass. Dad came over to where we stood and the three of us watched Joe and Barbara. Silently he twisted the girl's nipple until she turned around facing her mother, my father and me. Then from behind, Joe guided her down onto her hands and knees. He bent over her, sort of spooning her and whispered his command. Barbara began soft guttural, throaty sounds that became barks...not terribly loud but she was doing what she was told. Joe stayed in position, reached under her and grabbed both breasts. He squeezed and fondled her for her mother to see. "Tell your mom what we're gonna do sweetheart," Joe said. Without waiting, a frightened, teary eyed, eighteen year old looked at her mom, "Oh mom, please tell him not to. He's gonna rape me again mom, and he's gonna do it hard and hurt me. And he's gonna rape me until I cum so he can say I liked it. Please mom, please do something. He did stuff to me in the bathroom before and I'm sore inside. Please don't do this Joe."
Helen tried to move again but the two of us stopped her. "Please don't hurt my child Joe," she said. "Please let her go, she's had enough please." I stroked her ass some more and pinched her a little. Then reached up and pulled her silk panties down...not all the way...just enough so I could bring my hand inside the crack in her ass. I lightly tickled her anus then stopped...then I started again. It made me hard as a rock. Dad was busy in front of her. He had both hands under her shirt. He'd found the front clasp to her bra and unhitched her fun bags. "Just watch this Helen. It's worth taking notes," I said.
