They Didn T Wait For Dessert

Chapter 3

Griffin picked Cindy up and sat her in a chair. "You sit here. Don't move unless we tell you to," he warned. Molly ran to her Mother's arms, sobbing. Vin took Chip by the arm.

"Who is it going to be?" Vin asked Chip.

"Please, Don't make me do this. Just go," he pleaded.

Griffin had retrieved the knife from Vin. "You don't decide really quick, Hubby, I may start slicing pieces of your wife's breasts."

Cindy knew what Chip's answer would be. She was not stupid. She noticed the way he always looked at Stephanie. Oh, he would tell himself that it was just to protect Molly, but Cindy knew better. It would be some relief, that she would no longer be the only one naked. Cindy swore she saw a sparkle in his eye.

"Steph. I'm sorry," Chip announced.

"OK, Bitch, you heard the man. Give your daughter to Griff, and get that ass over here," Vin ordered.

Molly hugged tightly to her mother. "No. Don't do it, Mom. You don't have too!"

Suddenly Molly's arm was grasped, and she found herself jerked to another man's lap. This man was naked from the waist down. His cock already beginning to rise.

"No!" she squirmed.

"You hold still, Girl. We're going to enjoy the show. If you don't shut your mouth, you'll find it filled with another cock. I won't be so nice and loving as Chip," Griffin warned.

"OK. Stephanie, walk up to Chip, turn, and face us," Vin ordered.

Steph did as instructed. She felt Chip's hands wrap around her waist, slowly releasing the tie at her waist. Steph never would admit it, but she always had a kind-of, thing for Chip. She would never have acted on it; Not with his wife being her best friend. Still the man's hands on her waist made her wet. With the belt removed, her dress loosened some, but it was still tight. She recalled Chip's nudity, as his cock pocked at her ass. Agonizingly, she heard the sound of the zipper being drawn down her back. Her legs and hands trembled. Chip's fingers slipped into the shoulders of her dress, letting it slid down her smooth shoulders. She felt Chip's hot breath on her neck. He was almost panting. Steph did not have enough breasts to catch the dress, so it fell smoothly down her sides. It did catch on her wider hips, but Chip's fingers soon tugged it down. She closed her eyes in humiliation, as the dress fell to her feet.

Steph wore grey panties and a matching grey bra. The bra clasped in the front. Though small, her breasts heaved in her chest. "All of it,' she heard, 'Take it all off. Leave the heels and hose though; It makes her look like a Slut."

"I'm sorry, Steph. There's nothing I can do," Chip whispered in her ear, as his fingers reached around for the bra's catch. With one quick twist, it was loose and slipped away from her chest. Chip could not help but to glance over her shoulder. He had always dreamed of seeing these tits. They were much nicer bare then covered up. No one told him to, but he reached around, cupping the round morsels and feeling their hard tips. "I like them," he remarked in her ear. Steph had always been self-conscious of her small breasts. Chip made her feel better. The black man did not.

"Seems your own daughter has the bigger tits,' Vin remarked, 'Maybe they came from Pop's side of the family." Steph sniveled. "Don't feel too bad. You've got a black woman's ass. Ripe for a hard, black cock." He nodded back to Chip. "Get on with it, Boy. Let's see what that white, married, pussy is all about."

Steph's fingers trembled. She placed them over Chip's hands, as they went to the waistband of the gray panties. "Move your hands, Bitch,' Griffin said, 'Let him show us." Reluctantly, Steph withdrew her hands. Chip made sure to kneel, while shuffling them down her hips. He wanted to be up close and personal to her naked ass. Chip tried hard to inhale her scent, as he crouched. Steph lifted her 2⅜-inch heels for the panties to be eased away. Chip stood back up, pressing in close to her flesh. No one told him too, but for some reason, he wanted Steph to feel his rising erection; Plus, it hid his stiff cock from Cindy's view.

While Griffin watched, he pulled young, Molly back to his chest. He could feel the hem of the turquoise dress riding up her thighs. Hooking his feet into her ankles, Griff used them to spread her legs. He watched the dress rise even higher. His hard cock was lifting between her open thighs. "Reach down,' he told her, 'I want you to pull that dress up, until I feel your soft panties on my crotch."

Shamefully, Molly shifted, pulling the hem up towards her waist. All of those beautiful, long, legs were on display, as well as the crotch of her tight, dark blue, panties. She saw the purple head of his engorged cock below them. To her shock and awe, it was much bigger than Chip's had been.

Across the table, still frozen with fear, Cindy kept her mouth closed. She just gave them all an angry stare.

Vin licked his thick lips. The short-haired, wife did something to him. The bush between her legs was thick, but not wild. It was neatly manicured to a wide 'V'. Even with her legs together, as they were, he could still make out her swollen, descended, nether lips. "Turn her around," he insisted, twirling his finger. His cock arched just as much from the sight of her bare ass.

Chip took Steph's shoulders, guiding her face back to his. He felt bad when he saw her tear-streaked face. He could not help but kiss her. "I'm sorry," he said again.

"Now, lead her to the table. Place her on her back. I want her ass just at its edge," Vin instructed Chip.

Steph glanced at Griffin. He still held the knife close to her daughter's throat. She allowed Chip to take her hand, and stretch herself over the table's hard, surface.

"Pull up a chair, Chip Boy,' Vin said, 'I want you to eat that shit and get her wet for me."

"What? No!" Steph cried, beginning to sit upright.

Vin pointed to Cindy. "You. It's your turn. Take her wrists. You're going to hold her down the whole time." He gave Cindy the look. It was a dare for her to disobey.

Angry, humiliated, yet somehow, excited to be getting back at Steph, Cindy leaned over the table and took Steph's wrists. She pulled her back down, stretching her arms out, pinning them to the table's surface.

Steph squirmed. "Cindy, no!" she cried. The sound of a chair being drawn across the floor grabbed her attention. Next came Chip's hands on her knees. He lifted them up and placed them on his shoulders.

"Well, look at that,' Griff said to Cindy, 'Your husband can't wait to eat her cunt. Go get it, Boy. Lap that shit up."

Chip was lost in his own lust. He locked them all out of his mind; Even Steph's futile protests. He didn't dare look up at Cindy's face. The aroma of Stephanie's cunt, and its plush, glistening, lips was all he was aware of. Chip had dreamed forever of tasting this treasure. His cock was rock hard. 'If only they will let me fuck her,' he prayed, 'I could always say there was no choice.'

"No! Chip, no!" Steph screamed, but his warm mouth connected with her flesh. Once he achieved first taste, there was no stopping him. His mouth, tongue, lips, went everywhere. Her descended petals were sucked. The tongue twirled and danced across her swelling clit. It stabbed into her core, fucking her cunt like a tiny, demon of lust.

Cindy was transfixed. Chip had never eaten her like this. His nose flared, as he dove in. He was a madman. It sounded like a starving dog, lapping away at a bowl of wet food. She knew what it was doing to Steph. She watched her friend change, from a reluctant woman, to a brazen Bitch in heat. Her hips slapped at the table, flaring around Chip's head. Cindy also noticed Steph's breasts. The nipples had begun to swell, turning into hard nubs that reached for the sky. Observing also began to arouse Cindy, as well. She found her legs grinding back and forth, to relieve the inner itch of her sex. Cindy tried to dismiss these impure thoughts, but the sights, sounds, and smells complicated things.

Something new added to this: Cindy saw the large black man undressing. 'Shit,' she whispered to herself. His brown skin was thick, and coated with muscle, but was his other muscle that shocked her. Sprouting forth from the dark patch of curly, pubic hair, rose an intimidating mass of man flesh; Even longer than that of his friend. Thick veins encircled its surface. They seemed to flex, as a bicep would. Below, the dark balls were heavy and full. 'Just how much cum would those hold?' she questioned herself. That thought reminded Cindy of the own wetness, still seeping from her used cunt. She felt her arousal again.

Chip was nearing that point. He was about to burst, just from eating his dream girl's cunt. A shadow cast over him. forcefully, he was thrust aside, sending both himself and the chair scattering to the floor. In his vacated spot towered the black man. Chip could do nothing but scoot backwards, taking seat back in his chair. It took all he could muster not to touch his own cock. 'How would it look if I came now?' he thought.

Stephanie caught sight of the black man, looming between her spread thighs. She noticed for the first time, the huge, black shaft, as it slapped down over her upraised mound. "No!" she screamed, managing to jerk one hand away from Cindy's grip.

"Goddammit! hold her, You Bitch!" Vin bellowed.

In a panic, Cindy managed to catch Steph's loose wrist and slam it back down to the table's surface.

"Bitch!" Steph screamed to her friend.

Griffen was enjoying the show. It was made all the better, by the young girl, squirming on his lap. He easily slapped her hands away and ran his fingers up to her pantie-clad sex. The thick pads of his fingers cruised up and down the crease, pressing the soft material into her folds. "Hold still, Little Girl, or you'll be on that table next to your mom, taking the full length of my hard cock," he warned.

Only when masturbating by herself, had Molly felt like this. The thick fingers were having that same effect on her sex. She could feel the moisture gathering from within her own body. She feared the man would feel it soon, and realize what he was doing to her flesh. She tried not to look, but curiosity killed the cat. It was way too much to take in at one time. The sights, the sounds, the smells, everything added to her frustration. She was learning so much, in such a short time. 'Is this what it's like to watch porn?' she thought.

Once her wrists were recaptured, Steph began to buck. She tied to lift her leg and bring it to the other side of the black man. 'If I get my legs together, perhaps I can hold him off?' she thought. Her hope was dashed, as the black man caught her at the knees. He brought them up, spread them wide, and painfully slammed them to the table's edge. Her sex was peeled open and vulnerable.

"Hold still, You Slut. You can squirm and fight all you want, once your cunt has tasted my cock, you will love black cock!" Vin sneered. He released one knee for only a second. It was long enough to aid his shaft and press it to Steph's entrance. The tension of his strong hips, held it there. Already wet, Stephanie's cunt allowed the first penetration fairly smooth. After that, the size of Vin's shaft took hold.

Chip watched Vin's cock bend to one side, as Steph screamed. "She's pretty tight, but they all break," Vin told Chip. Suddenly, the shaft shifted, and drove in 4 more inches.

Steph groaned. "Take...Ugh...Take it out...P...Please...You're...Ugh...Hurting...me."

"Aww, Bitch, have another inch," Vin remarked with a laugh, and driving forward. After that, he pulled back out, leaving just his tip inside. Steph was groaning and panting for breath. He spat on his cock, gripped her wide hips and shoved. Steph cried out with pain. Chip saw the black shaft buried balls deep. "Now we see how good you can fuck," Vin sneered. Again the shaft pulled back and drove in deep. Steph's inner thighs trembled with pain. She could not speak. Vin began fucking her in slow, deliberately brutal, strokes. After a few minutes, he announced: "I think she's loosening up some now. Soon you'll be coming on my cock; Won't you, Whore?"

"Ugh...N...Never...You Bastard," Steph stuttered.

Vin reached up and pulled Steph's face to his own. His dark eyes burned through her soul. "Well. If you don't cum for me, Stephanie, This cock is going in your sweet, daughter's ass...raw."

Remembering her daughter, Steph searched around wide-eyed. The poor girl was being held back against the other man's chest. She could see Molly's legs being held apart, Griffen's hand slowly moving between them. Steph had no choice; she had to relax and somehow enjoy her rape. 'How?,' she thought, 'It hurts. How do I do that? Could I fake it? Would he know? What if he did? What would happen then? Would Chip, Cindy, and (God forgive), her daughter know? What would they think of her?'

Chip hated to admit it, but he was thoroughly enjoying this. There was his wife, naked, her large tits swaying above Steph's head, holding his dream girl down, heels swaying in the air, as a large, black man rutted between her spread thighs. By God, he could still smell the sweet, aroma of Steph's wet pussy on his face. 'I may never wash it again,' he thought. Then there were the sounds: The hefty breathing of Vin; The small whimpers and groans from Stephanie; The wet slapping of Vin's dark flesh on hers. Shit, how his cock throbbed.

"So, how about your friend, Cindy? Does she use protection?" Griffin questioned.

"No. She doesn't. She is just like me. Her husband is fixed," Cindy replied.

"Cindy, no!" Steph remarked in shock.

Cindy did not know why she answered truthfully. Perhaps it was a get back, from Stephanie holding her down while Griffin filled her own cunt with cum. Maybe she did not want to be the only one with the humiliating risk. Anyway. It was done, and Cindy did not feel bad about it. The main difference for Steph was that; Her rapist was black.

Vin began thrusting harder and faster. Steph's cunt had become a little more accustomed to the large cock. To spare her daughter, she had to allow herself to feel. The unwanted arousal came quicker than she expected. The shaft began slipping faster, its strokes aided by her own lubrication. The rough hairs of his crotch began to rub across her swollen clit, pleasurably irritating its sensitive surface. Her own breaths came short in her chest. Steph's trapped, hands opened and closed into tight fists.

Vin smiled. He felt her full ass. The muscles of her butt clinched and flexed. He knew she was beat. "That's it, Woman. You take my black cock. I'm gonna breed you like some bitch dog. Can you feel me swelling. Oh yes, I'm so deep into your cunt. Here...Ah, yea, Here, it comes!"

Steph bit her lips. She could feel the orgasm tearing from her body. Steph turned her head to the side. There was her daughter, Molly, watching her in confusion. She could not dare meet her eyes. Steph turned her head the other way, just as the thick cock began to pulse in her sex. Her eyes met Chip. This time they could not draw away. He was arching in his chair, cum shooting from his cock, covering both his hand and the floor. Another orgasm took her flesh.

As the last few jets of seed left his cock, Vin pulled Cindy's face to his own. His hand tangled in her hair and he forced his tongue down her throat. He could tell from her breath, that she was aroused as well. 'All women are Sluts when it comes down to it,' he thought. At last, he pulled from the warmth of Stephanie's cunt. Moving aside he held her knees wide, allowing Chip to see the damage done. Steph's once tight, cunt was still open, by about two inches. It was deep red at the edges, cum mixed with blood, trailed from the opening, down the tight crack of her ass. The soft hairs of her mound were matted, and her soft inner thighs damp with sweat. Her sweet face was also wet with sweat. Her blonde-highlights were plastered to her forehead.

Cindy's face held the same look as Chips'. The stare was blank, like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. She did not even register Chip's hand and cock, both dripping with cum.

Griffin smiled. He withdrew his hand from Molly's damp panties and put them to her face. Her nose crinkled at her own aroma. Griffin stuffed two fingers into her mouth. "Suck them clean, Girl," he ordered. His cock rose between her thighs. Looking down she could see its head, swollen with clear liquid seeping from the tip. "Shall you be next, Little girl?" he whispered in her ear.