Max took her hips in his hands again and slowly eased her off his cock. Her ass was still so tight that it held onto his cock and made the withdrawal almost as difficult as the insertion had been. His glans finally popped out of her and the mixture of all her juices and his two loads oozed very slowly between her reddened cheeks.
"You're going to have to take a shower, sweetheart. You can't go around all sweaty and sticky and with my jism running down your legs." Max said.
"But I wanna do it again!" she protested, standing beside the bed. Max rolled to his feet and stood next to her, his cock jutting up proudly from between his sticky thighs.
"Well, maybe we can shower together." He said it with such a straight face that it took her a moment to get it. Then that glorious smile returned and she became coy.
"Conserve water, too." she nodded. She took his hand and led him towards the bathroom.
Of course, in the process of soaping each other up, the predictable happened. She bent at the waist at one point and stuffed his massive cock into her mouth. When his cock was shiny with her spit, he lifted her. With her arms and legs around him, with his hands cupping her tiny ass, he leaned against the tile in the shower, under the spraying water, and helped her lever herself up and down on his massively erect cock. It was easier getting into her this time, but she was still damned tight.
As she worked herself on his stiff cock, he rubbed her rectum with a fingertip and then prodded it slowly inside. Bridget went a little crazy, first protesting that it was too sore, and then growling and sinking her teeth into his upper arm.
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Under the bed, Val found her ex-husband's hockey skates. He had left them there and never picked them up when they divorced. The edges of these skates should be sharp enough to cut with. It took her another agonizing ten minutes to wedge them securely in place, working with her hands tied behind her, and tied to her feet as well, and get turned around to where she could get her tied hands on either side of the blade.
Another five minutes and her hands were finally free. She ripped the cleave gag from between her teeth and pulled her wadded-up panties from her mouth, flinging them to the floor. A few moments later, her legs were free.
Her pussy was howling for attention, and she decided she needed to clear her mind and settle her baser side. Her hands took over in an instant, three fingers of one hand jammed up into the creamy wetness, while her fingers of the other hand plucked at her clit. She remembered the way she had responded, she had tried to stop her hips from bucking up at him as he raped her, tried to drum up the revulsion and hatred that she should be feeling towards her rapist, and she could not. Her traitorous body demanded satisfaction, and it had been so long since she had been laid, that she simply could not stop herself. Her forced pleasure as he power fucked her had brought it to the surface, the onrushing tide of orgasm as his 9-inch log powered in and out, focusing on that and....and....ooohhhh yesssss, there it was, in a minute she was bucking and writhing of the floor, her body shaking and shuddering in orgasmic joy.
She quickly rolled to her feet, her nerves steady, her mind cleared, and made her way quietly to the door, pressing her ear against it, listening. Nothing. She opened as quietly as she could, and stood in the doorway, listening again.
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Max couldn't maintain his position for very long. Leaving the shower on, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her back on the bed. She lifted her legs high and wide, holding her ankles in her hands and opening herself to him. She felt wanton, eager, and very horny as she presented herself for him, spread open and ready for more fucking. He quickly did so, driving his cock in, taking her in one hard push, and stuffing her like a Christmas turkey as Bridget's squeals, cries, and groans of pleasure filled the bedroom. She brought her shapely legs around his waist, and let him take her. The harder he pumped, the more she liked it. About 10 minutes of that - and feeling her cunt muscles spasm around his big cock as she came - and he was shooting inside her again. He managed to collapse beside her on the bed. She had the presence of mind to arise, turn off the shower, and bring some towels to the bed. Max felt her mouth on his huge cock.
He opened his eyes and saw her watching his face as she tried to restore rigidity to her new toy. He also saw her rubbing her drooling little cunt and pushing a finger into her pussy. His dick began to respond, and she smiled around the growing shaft within her stretching lips.
She mounted him again, eagerly. "You know," she said, "I don't think I can get enough of this cumming and fucking." Her eyes closed in satisfaction as she slid down onto his reawakened cock and began pumping.
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She could hear them. She could hear the steady chuff, chuff sound that expensive bedding makes when it was being fucked on. She could hear her daughter moaning; hear the man's grunts as he raped her. She had to get past the door to the master suite to get downstairs. She was just outside the doorway to the master suite when she heard her daughter's voice. She sounded ok, but then Val heard the words her daughter was saying; "You know, I don't think I can get enough of this cumming and fucking."
Val was thunderstruck, the words hitting her like body blows from a boxer. The remembrance of her being in Bridget's position, her forced pleasure as he had raped her returned, her face flaming anew. She crept slowly away from the door, tears streaming down her cheeks, and started down the stairs, moving slowly and carefully. There was a gun downstairs and a phone. She planned on using them both.
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Max didn't think he was going to cum again for about a day or two, no matter how good it felt inside her, but after a couple of minutes (and about a half-dozen of her orgasms), she said, "Would you please put your finger in there again?"
He moved his hand toward her pussy, and she shook her head. "No - in behind."
He did as she asked and watched her face as she growled and humped her ass onto his finger until his palm was cradling her sweet cheeks. Bridget was writhing like a crazed person above him now. To his surprise, he felt his balls tightening - and then he was unexpectedly flooding her little cunt yet again.
There was a sharp cry caught in her throat, then the deepest, blackest lust he had seen on her face yet. The wetness was amazing. He moved back so that he could see his huge cock in her. It was fantastic. He slid it in and out, watching it move with ease and slick speed into her.
Bridget was bucking and writhing. Hot wet fluid spilled over his cock and he leaned over her to make sure that she was able to cum. He had to feel that cunt grab his cock before he came again; he just had to feel it.
He ran his hands down her legs and slung them over his shoulders. He settled his hands on her slim hips and thrust his lower body heavily forward, ramming his huge cock into the lust-crazed Bridget to his balls, sheathing it deep in her belly. His plum-sized cock head prodded her cervix heavily, forcing it into her womb as his hard belly smacked into her swollen clit, and with an almost supersonic shriek, Bridget came again.
Her already tight pussy clamped down on his massive cock shaft, massaging the awesome length of it as she bucked and writhed under him, her breasts swelling as her orgasm thundered through her taut young body.
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The gun was cold in her fist as she moved silently up the stairs, her feet automatically avoiding the squeaky board on the seventh step. She could hear them in there, hear that son of a bitch fucking, no, raping her daughter. Just like she had been forced to fuck, she could hear Bridget's cries as she orgasmed on that bastard's huge cock, could hear him grunting as he pumped his foul seed into Bridget's womb. But not for long...
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