Sandy and Trish sat in their living room with Paul. The women had just finished showering and brushing out their hair. Sandy wore her blue sweatshirt, but instead of shorts or pants she was in her panties. Trish was in blue jeans and a vest; it was meant to be worn over a shirt or blouse, but Paul had her put it on by itself, it didn't even come close to covering her chest. They had changed the bedding in Trish's bedroom also.
And before that they had finished what Paul thought of as a session. This one had started with Trish, Sandy's mother, convincing the girl that she had to help her with the trap she had fallen in with Paul. Help in this case meant sex. Paul had known everything about Sandy, who turned eighteen not that long ago. She had 36DD tits to her Mom's 36Ds. Trish had gotten knocked up at sixteen, and while having two more kids, she had a good figure.
Paul had given Trish a course of fertility drugs during the lead up to today, and was certain that she would be pregnant, and be his, or should he say theirs. Meaning his associates, for good, or until they finished with her. He had given Sandy a combination of drugs; a libido enhancer, sensory enhancer, the two bringing her time after time close to climax, and an agent that kept her from cuming.
He thought back to the session they finished. He had the young woman on the bed, and instead of pounding her as he did her mother earlier in the day, he slowed down, teased her; before too long the girl was literally screaming her frustrations out; he went from missionary position to having her mount him, letting her try to cum be fingering her own clit; her magnificent tits bouncing, the same with her braids, her head tilted back, her tongue licking her dry lips. But nothing for her but he finally shot his cum into the her cunt.
After that he had her and her mother 69; that actually made the mother cum; thanks to a drug he had given the older woman,she might actually knew it was her girl that tongued fuck her.
After that he had Trish kneel down between her girl's legs and finger fuck her.
Sandy would squirm and move her ass, lift her hips off the bed as her mother started with one finger. He then had Trish put in another and another; now her girl ran her hands over her own body, crying out for relief.
Finally with all fingers in Sandy was simultaneously holding her mom's hand in her cunt, lifting up ass, and screaming in pain, tears running down her cheeks, her chest heaving, her braids now plastered to her tits, her legs spread wide apart.
With his dick hard as a rock he stood behind Trish who was kneeling on the floor, and watched her fuck her own girl's cunt with her hand. Trish moved her fingers around in Sandy's cunt, getting the girl to buck her ass of the bed, then twisting one way, then the other.
Paul told Trish now to start closing her fingers together. This brought Sandy to sit upright on the bed, supported by her arms.
"NO,no, please stop, oh fuck Mom, I,I don't know, something's wrong.
On her own Trish, her eyes glazed, then plunged her hand deeper into her daughter's cunt. Now the girl was just uttering loud grunts between ragged breathes.
"Go on Trish, get your thumb in your girl's cunt" Trish, the drugs making her almost mad, forced her thumb into her daughter's cunt; Paul then grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand in further;
Then result was Sandy arching her back and letting go a high shriek that turned into a mouth less cry
He climbed on top of her and fucked her face. He would shove his dick completely in, the girl would struggle for breath, then he withdrawal. He did this slowly at first, the girl almost wiggling out from under him as she squirmed and bucked from the fisting she was now getting from Trish. She would buck her ass and hips off the bed.
Paul fucked her face for awhile, then got off her. The girl's chest was heaving, her body slick with sweat, sweat ran down her forehead, her eyes were glazed over; her mouth open; her braids stuck to her tits, sweat ran down her cleavage and pooled on her flat belly.
He had Trish stop. When she took her fist out of Sandy's pussy there was an audible suction sound; the woman then drifted off to the bathroom.
Paul got off the bed, and without saying anything turned the girl over, having her lie flat on bed on top of the soaked spread; he took his cock and ran it down her ass crack to her rectum, grabbed her thighs and paused. The girl twitched, but otherwise was sobbing. He then slowly pushed his cock past her ring. This had Sandy cry out in a hoarse voice.
"Oh, Oh, fuck, please Paul, I, I, please don't, I..." She took a breath. "Please, I can't take it, don't, don't... no more..."
But he didn't stop. As his dick slowly sank into her ass the pleas simply turned to.
"Oh, oh, fuck, Oh God, please, please, oh, oh...God help me!"
Finally his balls were against her ass checks; he started a rhythmic fucking, the sound of his balls slapping her ass was barely heard over her cries. Finally she was reduced to moans and sobs; when he was ready he clutched her thighs and began to cum into her ass.
His thoughts were broken by the front door opening. It was Jeff, Trish's husband and Sandy's step-dad. The sight of him shocked the girls. They had forgotten about him. He looked at Paul and nodded, then turned to Trish. He was carrying a large shopping bag that he laid down.
"There's a car outside, waiting for you." he said in a plain voice.
"What, what's going on Jeff?" from Trish. Sandy just sat there. She had actually been in the living room many times in just this; sweatshirt and panties; but tonight she felt shy about it and tried to cover up.
Jeff looked at Trish, then Sandy.
"I know everything Trish, everything. How you got us into this, what happened today."
"Oh, oh, okay. But the boys?"
"There okay. You need to go; these people don't like to wait. Don't worry about your job, they have work for you, and given me some money."
Just then a horn tooted. Trish looked at Paul, then Sandy. She stood up, gave Sandy a kiss. The girl hugged her. When she tried the same with Jeff he didn't returned it. Then she was gone. After a moment he turned to Sandy.
"They told me what you would do here Sandy. The hook-ups." He paused.
"I'm sorry Jeff," was all Sandy could say, emotional and physically exhausted from this afternoon.
"And they know that, yeah, I tried to get a look at you. They said that, well, I can do that, and, well, anything after that, and well, it's the same deal, but now, well how you handle things will decide if you see Trish again."
"What!?"
Instead of answering he gave her an order.
"Stand up Sandy, like I said, I can get all the looks I want, or, well maybe a car will come for you."
