Perverts 'R' Us

What Girls R 4 - Chapter 2

By Pagan ( m+/F, M+/ff, F/f, oral, anal, B/D, rape )

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What Boys Cum 4

It had been three months since the episode at the farmhouse. The men were guilty anyway, so no court case came of it and life for Pat was getting back to normal. The worse thing had been the girls - keeping them quiet about what happened with the family, but slowly they came to terms with it and went back to school.

Today started as usual, Pete had gone to see a client and would be back tomorrow, the girls to school, and Pat busied herself around the house. It must have been about ten when there was a knock on the back door and Alan came in.

He put his duffel bag down on the kitchen table as a startled Pat asked, "Hello Alan, eerrr shouldn't you be at school?"

He sat down and looked up at her, "Yes, but I have something to say to you, and I need to say it, as it's affecting my school work and home life. It's about the farmhouse, I can't stop thinking about it."

She sat beside him. "Go on."

Alan took a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell them about what you and I did? You see, I think they were right. You do like being tied up."

Pat stood up, took a step back and looked at him. "Don't be ridiculous. I just didn't think people should know, why?"

Alan's voice became stronger. "I have got to tell someone. You see, I can't sleep because of it. Mum caught me playing with myself and my teachers keep shouting at me for being asleep at school, so I have to do something about it."

Pat suddenly felt sick and inside there was panic, "What, what do you mean, do something? You can't. You mustn't tell your mum or dad. They would only tell Uncle Peter, and what happened after the men left was in the heat of the moment. I was grateful to you for saving the girls and things were confused. I was confused and you're only a boy. No, it's best left as it is. Besides, things would be very difficult all round."

Alan smiled, "You mean difficult for you, but if you want to make things better, there is one thing you could do."

Pat stiffened, "What thing?"

Alan held his duffel bag, "I want to tie you up again. I've brought some rope." He opened the bag.

Pat shut it fast, "You must be joking. I can't allow that. You go, just go."

Alan got up and stared at his Aunt. "OK, I will tell mum and dad what's troubling me. We will take it from there."

He turned to leave, but he hadn't reached the door handle before Pat spoke, "Alan, please, there must be another way. Think of me,"

Alan turned, "All I do is think of you, and that's the only way I can make it go away."

Pat looked down at the floor, "If all you want is to tie me, then maybe if we made it quick. But this is it… no more. This is no more than blackmail." Pat ran her hand through her hair. "You just tie me up here, then I want you to immediately let me go, understand?"

Alan's eye's shone. "OK, I understand, let's get started."

Pat took off her apron and was standing there in her blouse and skirt. She put her hands together and held them forward. "Oh no, behind you and crossed the same as last time."

As Alan got a long piece of rope from the bag, Pat put her arms behind her. Quickly Alan grabbed at them, pulled them up then criss-crossed her wrists. Pat cried out, "Alan you're tying me far too tightly."

Alan took no notice. He just carried on pulling the rope secure. As soon as he had her tied tight and unable to free herself, he threaded more through her arms, leaving a long end of rope on the floor. He then went to the bag, took out some cloth, and went back to her.

"Open that cute little mouth of yours really wide."

Pat glared at him. "You don't have to gag me, and my wrists hurt. Just untie me, I mean…aaahhhooommpph."

He quickly pushed the cloth at her mouth. "Oh, but I do have to gag you. Come on, I don't need you telling me things I don't want to hear like, 'Stop doing naughty and disgusting things to me.'" Grinning at her he pushed another cloth in very hard until Pat was reluctantly forced to take more into her mouth. The gag was then roped in and secured.

"There, that will keep you nice and quiet," his eyes scanned his curvy, sexy aunt. She jumped as his fingers stroked the side of her face. He could see the terror in her eyes. "And for what I've got planned, I need you quiet and hopelessly cooperative," he laughed, "Whether you want to be or not."

Alan bent down between her ankles, picked up the rope that was attached to her wrists, and pulled it up between her legs, grinning at her. "And now for the best bit." He pulled it high over his shoulder, forcing it higher, the skirt split and bunched in the middle. Alan watched as her creamy white inner thighs showed above the dark stocking tops.

He pulled harder until he could see the rope dig into her pants. The rope followed the line of her slit. He giggled as Pat tried to stand on her tiptoes, her mouth contorted as she tried to stop him. He mocked his helpless prisoner, "Oh aunty I love the way you show me your legs, and those sexy nylons there just as I remember, long, shapely and very sexy. And I love the white thighs between the top of your stockings and those panties and I can't wait to see more of them," he turned and started dragging her towards the stairs, chuckling, "Or is it less of them?"

Pat muffled through the gag but Alan pulled harder making her skirt ride up in the middle, "Come on Aunty, it's no fun down here. You're much too sexy for a kitchen. I think we must have you wriggling on a bed to make it look right." He tugged her up the stairs, turning to make sure the rope was imbedded in both her cracks.

He stood at the top of the stairs, dragging her hard. She climbed with difficulty as her hips where forced forward, trying to accommodate the rope chafing her between her ass cheeks. Alan grinned at the sight of his sexy captive, pulling hard until he could see the hairs peeking out of her panties as the crotch was forced up the slit. He was grinning in her face while pulling her into her own bedroom. He carried on pulling her towards the bed.

He jumped over the bed, pulling her over so she fell. He grabbed her legs and pulled them onto the bed, taking the rope and tying them first at the knee and then her shapely ankles.

He looked down at her, "Come on Aunty, try and get free. You can feel I've been practicing and if you don't try and escape I have some more rope in my bag." He giggled, "I could and let's be honest, I am going to really truss you up. You are going to be tied so tight you can't help being my prisoner."

Pat lay on her own bed struggling to get free, but she was bound tightly. Alan smiled at the beautiful woman. He felt the hard bulge in his trousers as he watched her skirt move, catching a look at the top of her dark stockings as she moved. He stifled another giggle as he listened to her heavily-gagged mouth, making moaning noises at him. She was helplessly pleading with him to release her.

He moved towards her. She sighed, thinking he had come to his senses and was now going to release her, but all he did was bend and pull her skirt up a little higher, showing more naked flesh above her stockings. He held the skirt up, gazing at the snug-fitting panties still trapped up her slit before lowering it.

As he did, he ran his hand over the naked skin above her stocking-tops, stroking her thigh, feeling her skin, and patting her firmly-tied thighs.

"Mmmm I think I need more rope, you seem to have a lot of skin still to be tied tight. I would hate to think my pretty captive thought she had any chance of escape." He bent over the bed and looked at her, "I really like you like this." He got up and as he moved away Pat heard, "Oh yes, I like my aunty Pat just like this - tied, helpless and all mine to do with and use how I please."

Alan had plans and left her to struggle on her own while he went downstairs. Pat suddenly froze and laid still. She could hear voices, and she could make out Alan's but there were two more. She lay there as helpless as he had said, and the voices got louder. They were coming upstairs.

Alan walked through the door carrying his duffel bag, followed by two more boys about his age. He ushered them to the end of the bed. "See? I told you she likes being tied up."

Pat made more noises in to her gag, but Alan had filled her mouth and nothing made sense. Finally she gave up and looked at the three faces admiring her. Alan was the first to speak. "Come on, Aunty. Move around a bit. I've got that rope and some assistants if you want to play some more."

Alan smiled at her in triumph at his last remark and turned to the other two. "I told you she was a good looker, was I right or was I right?"

The one on his left nodded, "Ya, but I didn't think she would have all her clothes on, not with what you'd said." Before Alan could answer, loud muffled sounds came from the bed.

"What did you want to see?" Alan carried on, taking no notice of the noises.

"At least her knickers and bra…" he waited for a reply but added, "To start with."

Pat's head strained up to look at Alan, but he was looking at his friend. "You want to see her knickers then you know where they are. Lift her skirt up and have a peek."

Pat shook her head and tried to scream. Her eyes fixed on to the boy and looked him up and down. She noticed to her horror a large bulge in his trousers. She immediately looked at the other two and their trousers were the same. As she looked, the first boy moved toward her.

Pat tried to move, but every time she did the rope from her legs tightened the one on her wrist. She watched Alan go to his bag, pull out more rope, and go to the end of the bed. He looped it around and pulled the end up the middle, fastening it to her ankles and forcing her legs straight.

He stood back and nodded to his friend, "There she is, and she ain't going nowhere. Have a look; it's very nice up there."

The boy looked in to Pat's eyes as his right hand picked up the hem of her skirt. They could just make out the word," Noooo" as he looked up and down her perfect legs, lifting her hem higher until his eyes feasted on her naked thighs, showing white against her dark stocking tops and the crotch of her knickers.

A smile slid across his face as he changed hands and put his right hand down on her leg. Feeling the sheer stocking, he slid his hand up.

Alan, feeling the power he had in the room, said, "I thought you just wanted to see her knickers." The boy stopped and looked. "Just kidding. My Aunty won't mind. Go on Dick, enjoy. In fact, why doesn't Des join you? Aunty has got two fabulous legs for twice the fun."

Pat's head hurt as she tried to keep it up, shaking it violently as the two boys held her skirt up. Their other hands slid up her legs, rubbing her stockings and letting their fingers touch her naked thigh. She tried to move down the bed, pulling her legs left and right. Alan pulled the bed away from the wall and took some more rope, tying it at the top, down and looping it around her neck, and started to pull.

"Oh no Aunty, I said you're going nowhere, and I have plenty of rope to make sure you don't. We are going to have some fun with you today and I meant all day."

He forced Pat to move back up until her legs were straight again, and then he tied it off. "Come on Aunty, I know you're enjoying this. You're my prisoner now, all tied up and helpless, and I can do what I like with you, and best of all, to you."

Pat felt their hands moving further, getting bolder. She saw them smile at each other as they touched her pants. "Go on, touch it. You now you want to, and Aunty Pat wants you too as well." He looked down at Pat, "Don't you?" She shook her head, but knew it was a waste of time as she felt fingers on her flesh, probing the cotton and trying to get under her pants.

Pat's mind screamed at her, "Oh no!" Out of respect from her ordeal, Pete hadn't touched her since the farm house, and she was a woman. She prayed her body would not betray her to these horrid little boys.

Alan's triumph knew no bounds. "Feel it go on; feel her cunt, it's lovely when you stick your fingers up it. I bet it's wet." They looked at him, "Cunt, that's what you want, isn't it? Go on, tell me it's wet."

She felt the fingers going under her pants and touching her. Dick said, "Are you sure your Aunt won't mind?"

Alan laughed, "Mind? Mind? She won't mind, will you Aunty Pat? No, she loves anything up that cunt of hers; especially being fucked by a thick, fat cock." Pat looked up at him pleading into the gag. Where had he got these ideas from? Oh god no, she felt fingers on her pussy, rubbing through her hairs, now pushing down and in.

Alan, who was still stood at the head of the bed, leaned down and squeezed her breasts, "Can't wait to have these out to play with again." She stared up at him. Des said, "No she's not wet, but she feels nice. I want to see it."

Alan carried on squeezing her breasts. "Don't worry, we will see it. You wait 'til we lick it and kiss it. She like's plenty of that, but we have to get it wet first, and I know how. Untie her legs and get her skirt and pants off. Just leave her stockings and suspenders on, and then shove that long rope under the bed so we can tie her knees wide open. Dick, get that soft table-dusting brush off her dressing table. It's just the thing." He looked down at her, "Isn't it, Aunty Pat?"

Pat groaned as she felt her legs being untied. She fought to stop them, but Alan nearly choked her with the rope around her neck, and as she coughed and gasped for breath, she felt her skirt and pants pulled off. The two boys pulled one and then the other leg open and fastened her knees as far apart as they could with the rope. Alan had undone her blouse, which revealed her full bra to the lecherous boys.

Alan now took full control. Moving between her legs, he started to play with her, running his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, just touching her pussy and making her jump. Then she felt his tongue on her, licking at her, tickling her clit, flicking his tongue over it as fast as he could as his fingers tickled between her ass-hole and cunt. She bit hard on the gag, fighting any reaction.

Alan stopped and turned to Des. "Think you can do this?" Des nodded and Alan made way for him. Des was a good student and was flicking his tongue all over the heated cunt.

Alan got up and stood beside Pat, grinning at her as she shut her eyes, pushing tears from them. He put his hand inside her bra, and holding the cups down, he heaved both of her tits out.

"Here Dick, come have a suck on these," he said as he pinched her nipples. Dick was soon on his knees beside her, gorging on the erect, hard nipples.

Alan stood up, picked up the small soft brush and waved it in Pat's face. "Fun time, you know how your pretty cunt likes this." He bent down, "Having fun? You soon will be."

Pat's whole body was on fire and Alan could see it as he bent over Des and flicked the brush over her clit. "Push your finger up her and gently tickle her inside."

Pat felt his fingers go in and she knew he would feel her getting wet as the brush drove her body towards everything she feared. Her hips started to lift and Alan worked harder on her driving her towards her first climax, and then he stopped and pulled the others off. She writhed and bucked her hips, but Alan told them to hold her still until her breathing slowed, which was the signal for them to start again.

Des soon had his fingers back up her and the brush tickling her. Dick was back on her sensitive nipples, sucking one and rolling the other between his fingers as Alan undid the rope around her neck. Then he took off her gag, and as soon as it was off she pleaded with him to stop.

He said, "In a while, after we have had some fun with you." She sobbed at her helplessness and bit her lip. She was building again. Her hips gyrated, but again just before she came, they stopped and held her until, much to her disgust, she pleaded with them to do something to let her cum.

Alan stood over her and with a wide grin he said, "What do you want us to do to you?" She bit her lip, and through clinched teeth, he heard the words he wanted.

"I need it," still he let the other two work on her. "Need what? Come on, you know what to say."

She squirmed as she said, "I want him to put it in me…"

Alan smiled, "If you want him to fuck you, ask him nicely."

With defeat in her voice, she was all most crying as she whispered, "Please, will you fuck me? I need you to fuck me…"

Alan laughed, "OK, he will as soon as you suck this." He lowered his trousers and pulled his cock out, waving it just above her face.

She turned her face away, "NOOO! Alan, not that, please… no."

He held it just above her face, "OK, get back on her, boys. Give her some more."

Fingers, lips, and the brush soon had her moaning again. Her head rolled back and forth as she searched for relief until Alan held it as she was cumming again. She was beaten, her lips were parted and he held his cock on her mouth. Suddenly it was in and she was sucking it down her throat. He smiled as he felt her tongue licking around his shaft while she sucked him. "Don't waste time, Des. Stick it in her. She asked you to fuck her, so fuck the cunt. We have her too far gone to stop us and she's ready for it."

Alan held her head, keeping his cock firmly in her mouth as Des mounted her. Dick still worked on her nipples as she felt a cock slide into her. She was surprised at the size. It filled her, touching all the areas they had made so sensitive. Alan went back to pushing it in and out of her throat, something all the men who had used her had forced her to learn. She was on fire and the boys knew it as they let her have her first climax.

Pat came, but Des kept going and as she subsided, he picked the brush up pulled his knees up and went to work on her clit again as he slowly fucked her. All the time, Alan kept her quiet with her mouth full of cock.

Pat was cumming again as Des filled her with his cream. She didn't have time to slow down as Dick took his place, using the brush on her as well.

The boys had made their minds up. They had Aunty Pat tied up and so un-controllably hot she couldn't stop them from fucking her, and that's the way they were going to keep her, tied and horny all day.

The next one to cum was Alan. He pumped away in her mouth, making her take him all the way down her throat until he shot his load. She swallowed most of it as she writhed under Dick, who was tickling her cunt while he fucked her. He filled her at the same time she came.

Alan knew she must not be allowed to calm down as he thought of the next way to have her. His perverted mind knew no boundaries. He had lain in bed planning this for too long.

Under his instruction, the boys lifted her off the bed as Alan lay down. They turned her to sit on Alan's face and Des stood in front of her. "Come on Aunty, sit on my face while you show Des what a good cocksucker you are. I know how you like a cock stuck down your throat and how you swallow juice."

She tried to stop them, but with her arms still tied, it was easy for Dick to slide his hand under her bottom and between her legs, tickling her cunt. She stood there staring at Alan, laid on the bed. He looked back, smiling at her as he saw her legs open more and her knees bend, giving Dick easy access to push his fingers up her from behind. He put his tongue out and wiggled it at her and Des stood on the end of the bed, leaning against the wall with his cock sticking straight out.

"Come on, Aunty. Let me suck it for you. We both know you cum when you have your cunt licked. Come on, let little Alan stick his tongue up that little pussy of yours. Come on. You have your arms tied and there is three of us. You know you are going to get your cunt licked, one way or the other."

Dick pushed her back on to the bed and she straddled Alan's face. Alan gazed up at the beautiful sight lowering itself toward his greedy mouth. Licking hungrily at the moist cunt as soon as it covered his mouth, he looked up to see her mouth locked around Des' cock and Dick massaging her large tits.

As Alan sucked and tongued her cunt, he let his finger tickle her ass. One of his fantasies had been her puckered little asshole, and he knew how much he wanted it and how he was going to take it. He worked his tongue in and out, as she couldn't help but grind herself down on his face.

Des was now holding her head and she was deep-throating him and all the time her tits were being played with. The way the three of them knew how her body worked, they soon had her building again. Yes, another uncontrollable climax was inevitable. The boys took delight in making her cum again, and when she did she spurted Alan's mouth with lots of sticky cum, which he licked and sucked until she was empty.

Des was still fucking her mouth, so Alan held her fat, swollen, aroused cunt lips on his mouth and continued to lick and suck, knowing he could start her again. With her mouth full of cock and still being tied, she had no choice but to stay in that position, being abused any way they liked.

Alan licked her as hard as he could. He knew Des was pumping her mouth and he was cumming, so she was going to get another mouthful. Alan suddenly knew he had cum by the way she wiggled her cunt on his mouth, and the fact that some juice had escaped her mouth, dropping on his forehead.

He felt Des get off the bed, but still he worked on her cunt, only stopping when he could feel the wetness from her. He knew that would keep her the way he wanted her. He slid out from under her and knelt behind, putting his hands around and squeezing her tits.

"Aunty want some more cock? Aunty want her cunt filled again"" Pat tried desperately to break free but he held firm.

"Please Alan I've had enough, no more."

Alan slid his hand down her body and pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt, "I don't think you're going to stop us from fucking you some more. Dick's all hot from squeezing these lovely tits and his cock wants some of your cunt. Come on Dick, lay on the bed and let Aunty sit on your cock. She wants to play bouncy, bouncy."

Dick maneuvered himself under Pat and Alan pushed her down until she sank on Dick's cock and buried it right up her. Just to make sure she wanted it, Alan put his hand down on her cunt and tickled her clit until she was pumping herself up and down. It didn't take long for Des to be playing with the jiggling tits while he put his hand on the back of her head and sucked her open mouth. He was a young boy, forcing his tongue into a gorgeous housewife, and much to her own disgust, she found herself sucking it in, just like she had sucked their cocks.

This was the moment Alan had dreamed of. He nodded to Des, who pulled his mouth away and pushed the back of her head down. Dick put his hands up, grabbed Pat's hair, and pulled her down, locking his mouth on hers. She wasn't aware of Alan climbing on the bed behind her until he was knelt and positioning his cock at her asshole. She tried to move, but Des held her firm and Dick held her hair, keeping her mouth on his.

Alan shoved his cock into her ass, slowly at first until he had broken in, and then pushing it into the hilt. He dreamed it would be tight, and he wasn't disappointed.

Alan was taking a gamble. He didn't know if it would keep her hot, or whether she would cry off. However, he did remember that when he had her tied up at the farm house, when he stuck the hairbrush up her ass, she still got wet when he fucked her and played with her cunt.

Pat tried hard to escape the two cocks that were violating her, but try as she could, she could not stop her body from taking enjoyment from whatever these three perverts did to her.

The rhythm of the two cocks in her and the aroused state she was in soon had her pushing herself onto them. Dick snogged her for all he could, loving the way her tongue played with his. He didn't have to do anything; the way Pat was pushing onto Alan's cock that was buggering her ass. She was fucking him and the fact that both boys had already cum made it last a lot longer.

They must have fucked her cunt and buggered her ass for twenty minutes before she came. She just lay between them exhausted as they sandwich-fucked her really hard until they couldn't hold back any longer and blew themselves off inside her.

The two boys got off the bed and left Pat laying there. Dick said, "I've got to have a piss."

Alan pointed out the bathroom. "How about you, Aunty Pat? Need to go? Need a washout?" Pat nodded and Des and Alan got hold of her, marching her to the bathroom.

"No, no, I can go myself. Just untie me." The boys took no notice, and as soon as Dick came out, they pushed her in and sat her down.

"OK, pee for us." She knew she had to humiliate herself again and, trying not to look at the boys, she let go a stream of warm urine.

When she finished, Alan got some tissue and took great delight in rubbing her cunt dry before they took her back to the bedroom. They pushed her back on her heavily-soiled bed.

"Please Alan, enough. I'm begging you, untie me. Let me go. You have done enough."

Alan got on the bed and pushed her back. "Enough? Don't you believe it. We have you and you're staying tied up. We have at least two more hours, and we aren't going to waste them."

Pat struggled against him, "No Alan, stop. You mustn't."

Alan bent down and sucked her nipples, and then looked up into her face. "Oh Aunty Pat, we are going to work on you - get your cunt hot and wet, then we are going to fuck you again. We are going to do things to you that will have you begging us to fuck you again." His hand went to Pat's cunt. "Oh yes, your cunt lips are already nice and puffy. It won't take long to have you begging and it dripping again."

When you have sucked us all hard again, we will fuck this lovely cunt dry. So don't tell me you've had enough. You never had enough in the farm house with those three, me, or your daughters. Whoever was between your legs could have you. You were always ready for a good fucking, and you will be ready again real soon, and if you're not, there's always my belt that makes you do or say anything."

As he said the last words, he ran his face down her body and plowed his tongue into her cunt. The other two got on the bed either side of her, ready to have more fun with the beautiful, bound housewife.

Des and Dick got down on her nipples again, licking at them and taking turns to move up to her mouth, holding her head as she tried to avoid the searching tongues.

Alan was impatient as he sucked her cunt, wanting her wet and in his power again. His tongue wasn't long enough and he didn't want to start fucking her until he had her uncontrollably sexed-up, so he could have maximum enjoyment as he humiliated her.

He needed something long and hard to fuck her with. Yes, he had seen just the thing - the toilet brush handle. He remembered it from taking her there. It was a foot long, with a good, thick, rubberized hand grip.

He was out from between her thighs, into the bathroom, and back in the blink of an eye. She couldn't see him as the other two were playing with her tits and forcing her to snog with them.

Alan had her legs open and was toying with the handle, running it up and down her slit as he licked her. He got hold of the two boys' arms and made them each lift Pat's legs up and back, spreading her wide as they continued to play with her tits and kiss her. He had complete access to her beautiful cunt.

He slowly pushed the handle in, still licking her until it was far enough for her to start moving. Alan smiled, knowing she didn't know what was making her wet. He pushed slowly, finding out how far it would go in. Once he knew, he gripped the handle and started to fuck her with it. The other two held her legs and carried on kissing her tits as Pat began to moan.

Alan pulled himself from between her legs, but still carried on fucking her with the handle, now moving it around, searching for spots that would make her jump. To his satisfaction, he found several.

He remembered what he had said, and with his free hand he took off his belt and wrapped it around his hand, leaving about a foot of strap. He looked at the other two enjoying her tits and still forcing their tongues into her mouth. Her head rolled, and her mouth was open as she fought for air. He deliberately pushed the handle to one of the spots he knew would make her wiggle and moan. He smiled as they licked over her lips. He could tell she was unable to control herself again as the boys forced her tongue to respond.

Her hips were moving. It was a great sight; her legs back and spread wide, rotating to the fucking the handle was giving her. Alan moved to his next perversion. He slapped her ass with the belt; not hard, but enough to let her feel it. First she jumped and stopped moving, but he carried on fucking her. She moaned and moved again. Another slap, this time she didn't stop moving.

Alan got a nice rhythm moving he pushed in and turned the handle, pulling it slowly out. He slapped her ass and then pushed it back in. The others could see what he was doing and worked harder on her.

Alan quickened the movement; the slapping getting a little harder, making her jump more and forcing her to move on the handle. Alan could see it was getting very wet.

He stopped spanking bent down, and picked up some discarded rope. He then motioned to the others to let her legs go. As soon as they were down, he pushed the handle right up and then tied her knees together, trapping the brush head between her thighs and keeping the handle up her. Alan played with her clit, bringing her close to a climax, but before she could relieve herself, they pulled her up, making her stand in front of them.

She was so confused. What was up her? What were they doing? Alan was quickly around behind her and spanking her with the belt - not hard, he didn't want to hurt her, just get her hot and submissive and at his mercy.

As each slap hit her, she tried to tell Alan to stop, but as she moved so did the handle, touching her and making her more and more aroused. The other two were either side of her, still playing with her tits and tickling her cunt. She was finding it difficult to stand as her cunt leaked juice down the side of the invading handle. Alan pushed the back of her knees and she sank to the floor in front of them.

Des was the first one to grab her hair and ram his cock into her mouth. Alan continued to slap her, making her wiggle and giving her no rest from the moving handle as Dick moved Des out of the way to stick his cock into the wet, sucking mouth. Both boys moved her head from side to side, taking turns spearing her throat.

Alan played spanker and wanker as he was on his knees, slapping her ass with one hand and rubbing his fingers all over the opening of her slippery wet cunt with the other. The boys were really giving her mouth a fucking. Alan wanked her really hard, enjoying watching the boys force her to move her head around while sucking, or they would hold their cocks and make her lick their balls.

Des was the first to cum. He pulled back and wanked until a huge load spat out, hitting Pat's eyes and forcing her to close them. With her blinded, he shoved it back in her mouth, making her suck every last drop out of his cock.

Then it was Dick's turn to foul her beautiful face. He fucked her mouth, and then wanked as much as he could over her before again forcing her to suck him empty. All the time, every movement she made forced the handle to heat her body, but not bring her to the climax she so desperately wanted.

Alan turned her to the bed and bent her forward, pushing the handle to another direction to heat her, but he didn't want her cunt. The handle could fuck that hole. It was that tight, sweet, puckered asshole that was heaven to him.

She buried her face into the bed, wiping as much of the filth off her face as she could, preparing herself to be buggered again by the young pervert whose sexual lust knew no bounds. She didn't have to wait long.

Alan pushed his cock into the woman's ass, sliding in with lovely little strokes, really enjoying the tight grip he felt. As he slowly fucked her, the handle moved inside, rubbing her, sending waves of pleasure through her cunt.

Alan could please himself with what he did with her. He could fuck her fast and the handle drove her wild, fuck her slow and the rhythm inside her made her groan, wiggle, and squirm, pleading with him to fuck her hard. He had her right where he wanted, being forced to let him do whatever he liked to her. His triumph was that she was also being made to enjoy it, whether she wanted to or not.

Alan was determined to make her cum first before he was going to fill her ass again. He brought her up to the point and then slowed off, pulled his cock almost out, and waited. Half the fun was hearing her plead, making her beg and ask, and demanding that she use the foulest language he could think of. His sense of power was hearing his sweet, pretty Aunty begging him to fuck her ass hard.

She said he could spank it if he wanted, play with her cunt, and tickle her clit. He made her ask his friends to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples, and ask them to put their cocks in her mouth so she could lick the heads before swallowing as much of them as she could. They told her that meant all the way. He even told her he was going to piss up her ass. She was forced to beg him to keep fucking her and kept the handle moving. He got her so hot she didn't care or even know what she was saying.

For twenty minutes he enjoyed humiliating and degrading the beautiful woman before he built up speed and forced an incredible orgasm on her. It was then that he laughed at her humiliation while he filled her ass with another load.

His cock made a lovely sucking noise as he pulled out of her. They lifted and rolled her back on the bed. Instead of untying her and taking the brush out, they held her firm, tied her ankles together, and quickly gagged her. She struggled, making all sorts of muffled cries, and looked at them, hating what they had forced her to do.

Alan then held her knees, tying more rope around her thighs so the brush stayed securely up her. Des said, "You meant it, didn't you? We going to do what you said?" Alan smiled at him and then his eyes never left Pat's.

"Of course I meant it. It's nearly time for the girls to be home from school, because the men had a change of plan. I never did get the men to let me fuck them, so there's some lost time to make up." Pat tried to shout at him and tried to move, but when she did, the handle started to move inside her, touching and probing. She quickly lay still.

Alan, still with the smile on his face, looked at his helpless Aunt. "I fancy my cock in their sweet little mouths, and I bet their little cunts taste creamy."

Des said, "What about your Aunt, and they're bound to tell their Dad,"

Alan sat on the bed beside his Aunt. "Oh no, nobody's saying anything. It's family."

He continued, "First we will get the girls, have some fun stripping them, then we tie them up. Secondly, we will come back in here and take the rest of her clothes off. She looks even better naked. Then we can really play with Mother's cunt and ass, and we will until she's all hot and begging to be fucked again. We will leave that handle up her cunt. She's likely to fuck herself enough to be ready for us. Thirdly, Aunty here will join the party. We take her to the girls and her mouth will do the rest.

After this hot-assed aunt of mine has sucked, licked, and played with her daughters' cunts, you'll love the way her tongue licks their open slits. Then it's off to the bedrooms with all of them.

There we will tie them really tight to different beds. They won't be able to stop us as we change cunts, fucking them all night just as I planned.

Aren't you excited at the thought? we will be able to fuck all of them all night and nobody will tell anybody.

You can't imagine it but you should see those girls suck Mummy's cunt. They're great little cunt-lappers, and we will make them suck her out again. I told you we weren't going home tonight. I had to wait three months for Uncle Pete to fuck off for the night so we could get these three beauties alone."

He squeezed one of Pat's tits, "I knew Aunty would be an easy fuck, once we got our hands up her skirt and between her legs. There was not going to be a problem in fucking her, no. Now we have to teach the girls the same."

He looked triumphantly at Pat. "They must know that they are here to suck cock and let boys fuck their cunts and sweet little asses. That's what girls are for."

Pat's face was white with fear as Alan bent forward and kissed her over her gag. He smiled at her as he put his hand between her legs and tickled her cunt. She couldn't help it; she jumped and the handle moved, sending a surge of uncontrollable pleasure through her body. She groaned as her hips jumped upward into Alan's hand. He looked at her and said, "See? You can't help it. Got to have it, haven't you? Got to have cock, and soon you and your two little angels will be all having lots of cock again. Remember you where grateful for me saving them? Well I saved them for me."

Alan looked at his watch and then at Pat. "Oh fuck it, there's time," He looked at the other two. "Let's get the blouse and bra off. I know a way to tie her up that's gonna make those two girls do as they're told." He turned back to Pat and squeezed her tits. "And I want the time to tie these two beauties up so they will pop out for some real fun later."

The three boys fell on Pat, dragging her up. As they did the handle moved, tickling her inside. She squealed and moaned, but all she got was a slap on her ass.

Alan let his hands run all over her naked globes as he sniggered to the other two, "Gonna warm this up until it's real red and ready to fuck again, aren't I, Aunty Pat?" another stinging slap reinforced his intentions.

The three took up their positions before they started to untie her arms. Being tied for so long made it difficult for Pat to do anything, but they weren't taking any chances.

As soon as Alan had released her ropes, Des grabbed behind her to the opposite arm. Dick did the same at the other side, and they both pulled until her arms were crossed behind her and her wrists were held on opposite hips. Alan and his rope did the rest.

One piece of rope from one wrist across her stomach to the other held her arms tight, and then as the two boys held her and stopped her from falling, he moved behind her. Taking a long piece of rope, he bound her elbows crossed and then threw the two ends of the rope over her shoulders. Pat looked down as they lay over her breasts.

Alan walked back in front, grinning at her as he crossed the rope between her tits. First he took one end and slid it under and around her left breast, once, twice, three times around the firm, white flesh, and then the same to the other until he tied the two ends under the bound enlarged breasts.

She moaned at him, but all he did was get another length of rope. This time he tied one end around her crossed elbows, dragged it down her back between her ass cheeks, and then between her legs, pulling hard upward until it slipped up her cunt, trapping the handle even tighter up her, and then he forced her forward slightly and tied it off between her breasts. As she tried to stand straight, she ended up squeezing them together even tighter.

The three boys giggled, knowing that the more she moved, the more the rope excited her cunt, the more the handle moved inside her and her sensitive tits bulged, forcing the nipples to harden.

Alan looked at her and smiled. "Told you before, Aunty, this is how I like my beautiful aunt, tied and helpless - and you know you are helpless, don't you? And we can do whatever we like to you." His hand tickled her cunt, "And we are going to do what we like with this all night. He smiled at the boys and they knew there was nothing she could do about it. She was helpless and at their mercy, totally their prisoner and soon the same fate awaited her two young daughters.

Pat mumbled in her gag, but all Alan did was lick the side of her face before he said, "Does aunty want to say something to her nasty nephew? Does that nasty gag in her mouth stop her from telling nasty nephew what a bad boy he and his friends are and that they must stop bending her over and fucking her or would she like us to stop doing all these disgusting things to her tits?"

Alan ran his finger over her lips, "But I like to see you with this gag in. I like to have you all tied up, it makes you so helpless. You can't say or do anything to stop me. You are completely mine to do with as I please. Well, don't you worry. Soon that gag will be out of your mouth and you will be in the place I like you best - on your knees, sucking your Alan's cock instead and you still won't be able to say nasty things to him."

Alan ran his fingers over the gag. "And you will swallow all my filthy, sticky, wet creamy juice, because if you don't I will do some nasty thing to your beautiful defenseless bottom." He stroked his hand over her round, naked cheeks.

The boys used the next seven minutes to enjoy getting her downstairs. They just untied her ankles, not her knees or thighs, and made her walk or waddle down the stairs. She was their captive and all she could do was totter in the high heels, all the time struggling to stay upright as the boys humiliated her by pulling at the rope between her legs, or pulling at her extended nipples. The more Pat moaned, the more they had fun playing with her, tickling her arse, touching her aroused cunt, and abusing her tits. They knew the handle would do exciting things to her and it did, she groaned her pathetic protest until she was stood at the hall doorway.

As her ankles were re-tied, her orders were not to move or it would be worse for the girls. They knew the girls would come through the back door, and then they would be grabbed. When they had them, all Alan would do was open the hall door, show them their mother, and they would be theirs for the taking.

As the door opened, there was a flurry of movement. The door slammed shut behind the two pretty girls. Alan grabbed Betty; her satchel fell to the ground as her arms were pinned to her side, her red-squared cotton dress stretched across her budding tits. Betty tried to scream out, but Alan's other hand gripped her jaw, stifling her cry.

Shirley was easily overpowered by the other two. They quickly dragged her to the floor and held her down. Alan watched her struggle, her school uniform dress riding up her flaying legs, giving him a lovely view of her pink, snug-fitting panties.

Alan snapped his orders, "I've got this one. Strip her clothes off and get the rope. We'll tie her the way I showed you, then we can start on this one."

The two boys held Shirley, twisting and turning her. They occasionally bent an arm to stop her wriggling as piece by piece her clothes were discarded around the room. As soon as the little beauty was naked, her arms were tied the same way the boys had tied her mother, and then a rope was tied to the rope across her stomach. Des twisted it as it snaked up her front between her young budding tits, and then splitting it around her neck to join again behind her struggling head.

The two lengths were intertwined into her hair, pulling her head back before the ends were dragged down her back to where Dick had bent her legs up. Then they tied each end to each ankle, leaving her bowed. Her naked body strained as she lay on her stomach on the cold kitchen floor, and Des made sure she was facing the hall door.

The two boys left her and turned their attention to Betty; she was much easier. As Alan held her, the boys stripped her cotton dress from her. Alan slapped her face once, which soon brought her to heel.

Her little trainer bra slid off and Des couldn't resist a tweak of her puffy nipple. Dick had her pants down. He was mesmerized by her hairless cunt and he had to touch it, making her squeal. Behind them Shirley was blubbering her tears as the pain of holding her head back began to bite.

Alan spoke, mostly to move the boys along, but also to instill more fear in the girls. "Come on you two, let's tie her the same as her sister. There will be plenty of time for playing with their tits and cunts. Once they're tied we can do what we like to them. We have them to play with all night."

Despite the squeals and wriggling, three onto one was easy and soon there were two little naked beauties now wriggling on the floor, helplessly bound, their heads up and staring at the hall door.

The boys had not dressed, and the excitement of stripping two 11-year-old girls, having their naked flesh rubbing against them had aroused the three boys. The girls watched Alan swagger to the hall door, his erect cock pointing the way.

His hand wound around the handle, he turned and grinned at the girls, "Say hello to mummy." He pulled the door open, and little squeals and cries of "Mummy" greeted the bound beauty as she stood there naked and tied in the humiliating way they had left her.

Pat's bound breasts bulged pale blue. The veins were visible, but something else caught Alan's eye and he smiled. It was obvious something had happened to his aunt, as she had twisted and turned trying to escape, her torment had continued. Her thighs and the base of the handle glistened with wet cunt juice.

The two other boys came over as Alan ran his fingers over Pat's cunt and then onto the handle, "Oooohhh aunty you have been enjoying yourself," he slapped her naked ass, "You naughty girl."

With the slap Pat tottered forward. Her bound ankles only allowed her to move an inch or two at a time, but it was enough for Alan to keep slapping her, moving her toward the two helpless girls.

Alan nodded to Des to carry on slapping her as she moved slowly towards her daughter, her body jumping as the rubberized handle did its job of touching her most sensitive intimate places. Alan meanwhile turned and ran back upstairs, grabbed the three trouser belts and returned. As Pat reached the middle of the room, Alan dropped the belts in front of the girls.

As the girls saw them, they started screaming. Pat saw the terror in their eyes and mumbled her protests around the gag. Alan gripped her enlarged nipple, making her squirm. "Shut it, ladies. You're in no position to protest about anything. You belong to us tonight and we will do whatever we like with you. Now, shut up and listen."

Des ran his hand over Pat's ass and whispered, "Yes, shut the fuck up. The quicker you listen, the quicker I get back to playing with this."

Alan continued, "Now I'm not going to promise we won't give you all a little spanking sometime tonight, but it's up to you whether it's a little spanking or a bloody good belting. Let's look at it like this: we are going to keep your arms tied the way they are so you can't stop us, but the more pleasure you give us, the less of a beating we give you."

He looked at the three captives. "Yes I think you understand, so let's make a start. Cousin Betty, you get to open your pretty little mouth and suck my cock. I want to know how much you remember and your mother has a wicked tongue. Let's see if you do."

Alan looked at his two friends. "Let the fun begin," and then he knelt in front of his blond cousin and pushed his cock at her mouth.

At the same time, Dick knelt in front of Shirley grinning as he pushed his length into her mouth. Des was not to be left out; he pushed at the back of Pat's knees, holding her as she sunk to the floor. He undid the gag and then walked around in front. He bent and fondled her bound breasts with one hand as he mouthed, "open your mouth," to her while using his other hand to tap his cock at her lips.

Soon the kitchen resounded with the sound of boys moaning and grunting and the slurping of wet mouths sometimes choking on hard, thrusting meat.

Alan was the first to speak, "Come on cousin, suck it all the way. Here, let me help," Alan grabbed the rope attached to the back of Betty's hair and pulled her head back further, opening her airways to his cock. She gagged and her eyes bulged as he laughed, "There, dear cousin, isn't that better?"

Betty gagged and gurgled around the cock stuck in her throat as Alan looked around to see Pat in the same position. Des had his cock imbedded in her throat. He held her head tightly, making sure it stayed there.

Alan then looked at Dick, "Enjoying it?"

Dick looked back at him, "She ain't sucking it all the way. I think I'll fuck her."

Alan laughed, "Do what I'm doing. Let's make it interesting. We will have a race to see who fills a mouth first, then double or quits on the first mouth to make us hard again. Then you can help yourself to fucking her."

Dick grabbed at the rope behind Shirley and started fucking her mouth. Alan was soon matching him thrust for thrust. Des was not to be outdone. A quick slap across Pat's face brought her concentration back. "If you want to help your girls, suck faster and let me have the feel of a little more tongue."

The three boys had forgotten the word "mercy." They just fucked the helpless females, reveling in the choking sounds as cock hit throat. It was Dick who won the bet as he spewed his juice into the crying Shirley's mouth.

Alan thrust faster, "Come on, cousin. Get me off or it's the belt next."

Even though she was choking, Betty sucked; her tongue active under the foul meat stuck in her mouth until she felt the thing swell and start to empty itself into her.

Alan still held her hair, demanding that she swallowed. He gloated, "Come on, your mother eats my cum, so you can as well."

Des was still laughing as he pumped himself into Pat's mouth before he pushed her sideways. She fell on her side and lay there staring at her two girls as they let what was left of the boys' juice dribble down their chins.

Alan staggered back to a chair, "God I'm fucked. Don't think I can raise to it for a while."

The other two looked at him, and he laughed back. "Oh don't worry, you'll get your hardon. The ladies will entertain us. I told you the girls lick cunt really well. Got to be seen to be believed, and after that, what's the betting mummy will be so hot? We can make sure she is and watch as she licks cunt to."

Des knelt beside Shirley, slid his hand between her legs, and cupped her young cunt. "Can't wait to see mummy sucking this, and it ain't got no hair, so we can see more."

Alan gave one of his evil sniggers, "Maybe we can make mummy hairless, too."

Dick clapped his hand, "That would be great! Bags I shave her."

Pat gave a low moan as she tried to control her useless crying. Alan leapt off the chair and dropped beside her, his left hand grabbing at the little bush over her cunt and tugging it. His voice was filled with sarcasm, "What do you say Aunt, shall we lose it? Bet Uncle Pete would like a bald cunt to play with, that's after me and my two friends have used his pretty but helpless little wife a few more times tonight. We all know you enjoy being tied up and fucked. Besides, someone has to try it out."

Des stood up, looking at him. Alan looked up, "Ya OK, go to the bathroom, get scissors, a razor, some soap and a bowl of warm water. Don't worry about a towel, someone else will be licking her dry," he laughed, "And wet again." Des moved and was thumping up the stairs a moment later. Pat looked up at the evil twisted face of her grinning nephew.

Alan loved the look of fear in his captives. He glanced at the girls, who were struggling not to cry and annoy him, their heads straining back. He smiled at the tears trickling down their beautiful young faces. He put his finger to his lip and shook his head, and then he returned to Pat.

His hand still toyed with the little bush that he and his friend were about to remove. "Oh come on, Aunty. This will be fun. You want us to play with a nice bald cunt, don't you?" He tugged hard, forcing a little squeal of pain. She knew it was futile to argue.

"Yes, yes alright Alan. Please stop, you're hurting me. You will do what you want, but could you untie my breasts? They hurt."

He ran his other hand over the bound breasts, squeezing the hard mound before toying with the long, erect nipple. "They're tits, Aunty. Nice big, fat tits. Now, ask me again and I think you forgot another word."

Alan looked into her defeated eyes. He now knew he had another way to humiliate his beautiful bound aunt.

He tugged really hard on her cunt hair, "I'm waiting."

Pat twisted with the pain, and then with a pathetic, beaten voice gratified her perverted nephew, "Would you untie my…" she swallowed, "…tits, Alan? Please untie my tits."

"Why should I? They're nice and big now. I like big tits, and so do my friends, and you jump better when I play with your long nipples. You like me to play with your nipples, don't you?"

"Yes Alan, I like you to play with my nipples, but please, I'd like it more if my tits didn't hurt so much."

"I'll make a deal, you open your legs and help us shave your cunt, then I'll think about your tits, deal?"

Defeated, she agreed, but not until he'd made her say, "I'll open my legs so you can shave my cunt. Please Alan, shave my cunt."

Des came back as they pushed her on her back. Alan was pulling at her hairs as the other two twisted and pulled her sensitive nipples, forcing obscenities from her.

"Please, oohhh, Alan shave my cunt. Yes, ple… pleeease play with it, finger it, aaahhh… I will open my legs. You can… aahh… can do what you like. Yes, yes… I like it aaahh…" The girls cried as the three boys abused their mother's body until Alan untied her legs and pulled the handle out, and then left her at the mercy of Des.

Alan looked his most menacing as his eyes glared at the girls. They soon stopped crying. Pat lay on her back, the pain in her bound arms pushed to the back of her mind, her legs wide open, virtually offering herself to whatever the boys wanted to do to her.

Alan played with her, fingering her, finding out if she could still be aroused after all the handle had forced her to enjoy. She was moist. First he grinned at her, and then at Des as the sound of the first snip heralded the removal of her little bush.

Pat could see their faces. They watched as Des trimmed away all the hair. Alan looked up at her and smiled as he lifted the razor and winked at her. Alan's smile grew to a grin as she jumped and moaned the second Des slapped the wet soap over the stubble.

Alan watched with delight as Des rubbed her mound; his hand stroked gently up and down her open inner thighs. Dick knelt beside her and played with her erect nipple. As Des slipped his finger under the fleshy hood, he rubbed the back of his finger on her hardening clit his other hand let the razor glide over her skin.

Alan's eyes traveled down her legs. He watched her heels as they dug into the floor. Her knees rose slightly and he could plainly see her hips move.

He changed his gentle rubbing to a slight caress. He remembered how it had affected her when he took her from behind in the farm house. He nodded at Dick to get his tongue on the nipple and he was soon at her side, sucking like a baby.

Des soon finished his job. Alan whispered for him to keep his fingers in the hood, but get down and get his tongue to work. The little word, "No" was music to his ears as two tongues and his fingers caused Pat's body to stir once more.

He waited until her breathing became erratic, and then he moved up to her head. "Your cunt looks great. Gonna have to fuck it a few more times tonight and no, I'm not untying your tits. They too look great, big and fat and hard, and your nipples are so sensitive." He started kissing her.

Alan forced his tongue into her mouth, playing with her tongue. He didn't have to wait long before he felt her respond, unable to help herself from enjoying Des. Her own tongue became active and his tongue began to make her cunt start heating up.

As Alan stopped, little moans came from her. He knew that was his signal to pull over the helpless Betty. Moving Des out of the way before he dragged her over and laid her between her mother's open legs, he took great delight in warning her that if mummy didn't cum, the belt would be her punishment, and he reminded her that he knew she knew what to do.

Des moved to the other nipple and it wasn't long before Alan watched as Pat's eyes closed and her body started to betray her again. Not wanting to stop the boys' fun, he quietly moved back to Shirley. Kneeling beside her, he closed his hand over her mouth, dragged her head around, and shook his. She understood.

Alan rolled the bound 11-year-old over on her back, smiling at the fact she couldn't close her legs or defend herself. He took one last look at Pat, her hips now definitely moving under the relentless lapping of her scared daughter. Then he nodded his approval at his two mates. Both little perverts were working hard to arouse their plaything again. Both of them were sucking at the hard, pointing nipples while Des continued to use his fingers on Pat's hot clit. They were rubbing just above Betty's active tongue.

A panting voice filled the room, "Oh no, please, no more. I, I can't, oh, not again. It's too much, ahhh, ah, ah, pleaseee stop."

Alan winked at them before turning back to Shirley, prying her knees as far apart as he possibly could and then burying his own head between the young, inviting, soft open thighs.

Shirley's cunt tasted sweeter than Alan could have hoped. He drove his tongue into the soft pink flesh. His arms gripped around her thighs, his hands closed over the firm, round globes of her ass.

His thumbs were now pulling the tight cunt lips open, allowing his tongue to dance over the completely open pink slit. His fingers curled between her cheeks, searching for the little pink hole. Alan thought, "Is her ass going to be as good a fuck as her mother's?"

Even though Alan was enjoying eating out the lovely young cunt, he could still hear his aunt as she squealed into more forced sexual arousals. The sound of that and her pleading with the boys to stop her torment was only surpassed by the boys' answers.

Des was the worst, "Oh, doesn't mummy like her little girl munching her cunt? My fingers are soaking wet. You know you're doing a lot of moaning for something you're liking."

A pathetic Pat struggled to answer as her hips jumped to the feelings that were refusing to be denied, "Please stop her, I, I can't take, ooohh, it. She, she, you aarr, are forcing this onto me, it's, oh, ahh it's not right. She's, aahh my daughter, ooohh, ah, ah, ah, mmmm."

Alan looked up and saw Des, his mouth covering Pat's as his fingers rubbed hard over the wet, glistening slit just visible to him over Betty's head.

Dick mouth locked firmly on one nipple as his fingers rolled the other that Des had left unattended. He thought they did looked very desirable, sticking straight up from the fat bound mounds of pale, blue-veined flesh.

Alan looked back to Shirley, "I think you're wet enough for a finger-fuck. Let's see if you sing as good as your mother. And you won't mind if I suck your little titties while I do, I'm sure." He inserted his index finger in. Much to his delight it slipped in with little resistance.

She was shaking, but the way he looked at her instilled enough fear that she knew not to cry. He tormented her. "That's not a very nice face. Pretty girls should smile. Smile for your cousin." Shirley tried to smile. "That's better, now open your mouth. I fancy some nice kissing with my cousin before I get to work on your lovely tits." He bent closer, "And all the time I'm going to be fingering your lovely cunt."

Not knowing what to do, Shirley opened her mouth. Alan slid closer. "Mmmm, looks nice. First, we are going to have some fun, then I'll fuck you." Her eyes widened. "Oh yes, and the others won't be left out. One of us will be fucking your sister, and mummy as well."

Before she could say anything else, his mouth covered hers. True to his word, his finger continued to drive in and out of the 11-year-old's cunt. The way she was tied, she was at his mercy to do with her as he pleased.

He sucked her nipples, nibbling on them until she squealed, but the relentless finger-fuck did have the desired effect. She was still panting and squirming under him as they heard her mother scream into an incredible orgasm.

Des held Betty to her mother's open cunt, forcing her to keep licking the juice as it leaked over her face. Alan looked at Shirley. "Well your sister and your mummy seemed to have had some fun, how about we all retire to a bedroom and see what happens next?"

They untied the girls' ankles and passed the two ends between their legs. Alan held Shirley while Dick held Betty. Des helped Pat to her feet, and Alan pulled on the rope between Shirley's legs and moved towards the stairs. He grinned at the exhausted Pat. "Second time today I've dragged a cunt up the stairs for a good fucking, and now there's three. Come on, time's a-wasting, three bedrooms, three beds, and three cunts to use. Let's go."

Alan and Dick dragged the girls up. Des followed with Pat, his belt doing the shifting. They split into different bedrooms. Des closed the door; it was the first time he had gotten Pat alone and to himself.

As he walked from the door, his eyes devoured the helpless beauty. Her stocking-clad legs and suspender belt still looked sexy. Her bound tits pointed at him and her tousled hair cascaded around her face. She was beautiful, and every bit of her was his to play with.

He prodded her tort-hard tits. "I want you to be real nice to me. If you don't do everything I want, then my fun will turn nasty for you. I can enjoy you fucking me, sucking me, and doing anything I like to you, or I can enjoy making your blue tits red." He ran his hand down and over her bald cunt. "Remember the rope bags over there and I can tie you in any way to inflict the maximum pain, and I'm still going to have my fun fucking you. So, how are you going to please your master?"

Nothing these three perverts could say held any more shocks for Pat. Defeated and knowing she and her two daughters were there to be used to gratify their lust, she knelt and kissed his cock. What the men had told her and how Alan had demanded she pleasure him were all she needed to know what this boy wanted her to do.

As Pat ran her tongue over the rapidly-growing meat, the other two were enjoying young, tight cunt. Alan was slowly fucking his cousin. His fingers had already made the hole wet, and now he was slipping his cock into the tight hole while his tongue played in her mouth.

Betty was on top of Dick; she was being forced to fuck him. Dick lay on the bed, smiling up at the pretty, pain-filled face, his hands toying with the little red buds as he let her push herself up and down his meat.

Pat sucked the meat, playing her tongue around the head. She kept looking up, making sure Des was enjoying her attentions, and she remembered the farm house. "Des, would you like to lay on the bed while I use my mouth on you? Just open your legs and I'll see to your balls as well. You'll like that."

Des grabbed her hair and hauled her up, kissing her fully on the mouth. "I would love to have you all the time, fucking you whenever I wanted. Still, I have you now."

He pulled at the handful of hair. "This better be good. I like having Alan's gorgeous aunty on her knees with my cock in her mouth, knowing she knows I'm going to fuck her cunt some more tonight."

Pat looked up at him, "Yes I promise, it will be good." He shook her, "Yes, yes, I know, I'm going to let you fuck me again tonight." Knowing he was in full control of the beautiful woman, Des lay on the bed and opened his legs. Pat stood, and then bent.

Des looked at her, "Put one knee on the bed and bend the other I want to play with your cunt while you suck me."

Alan was really plowing into Shirley and she was working hard to make him happy, kissing him hard, wiggling her hips for him, and pushing her nipples at his mouth, all because he had promised her he would fuck her ass if she didn't.

Betty was now bent over the bed with Dick behind her, fucking her cunt from behind. His hands were around, pulling at her nipples to keep her in the position he wanted. Alan was in the next bedroom to Dick, and he heard him as he filled Betty's cunt, so he immediately filled Shirley.

Dragging Shirley up, he opened the door to Betty's room, "Bring the cunt to mother's room."

Both boys marched into Pat's room. Des was holding her head down on his cock. By the way her cheeks were sucked in, Alan could see she was trying to keep the juice Des had just shot into her, in her mouth.

They dragged the bound, naked girls over to the bed. "Get her on her back on the bed; it's supper time." Des got up and pulled Pat until she was lying on the bed. Alan looked at her, "We just filled your daughters' cunts, now we want them cleaned out, and I know how good your tongue is." He turned to Shirley, "Sit on your mother's face."

Though it was futile, Shirley tried to stop them. Her ass got just three belts before her cunt was under her mother's nose and Pat was licking at the juice-filled hole. Alan looked at Dick, "Keep Betty's legs closed. I want mother to have another mouthful."

Alan winked at Des. They both moved and sat on the bed, either side of Pat's open legs. Alan showed Des what he wanted. Gently his fingers ran up the inside of her thighs again. Des followed his lead.

Soon their fingers were running over her cunt. Alan knew exactly what to do. He knew what would start Pat off again and where those spots were, and Des was a quick learner.

Pat worked hard on her next act; she knew the three of them were in no position to antagonize the boys. Bound, alone, and helpless was one thing, but knowing that they were itching to use their belts on them was keeping her obedient.

Now Alan was really starting to work on her. She had one small slap when she tried to close her legs, but now their fingers were playing with a moist hole again. Alan knew the quicker he got her going, the better she would be at licking young, wet cunt, and more fun she would be to play with.

His face was a picture of triumph as they felt her start to move, but it broadened into a full grin when he heard Shirley give a little moan. Now his fingers were inside, first two, then three. Des had his fingers right in between her legs, tickling her ass and upper thighs. The torment was complete when Alan used his other hand to excite her clit.

Dick watched. He could see Shirley was now rubbing her cunt into her mother's sucking mouth and Pat's hips rotated, searching out the invading fingers. But he was enjoying all this while his fingers played with Betty's tits. Alan looked at Dick. "As long as she keeps her legs closed, bend her over. Make her lick your cock," he didn't need telling twice.

Shirley let out a small squeal as she not only dumped the filth that Alan had stuffed up her, but her own juice as well. Her own mother's active tongue had forced her to cum into the open mouth. Still Alan and Des played with her, tickling and fingering her already oversexed cunt. His face was grinning at her as Betty took her sister's place, the lovely, young, open thighs covering the wet, beautiful face.

Dick took no time in playing with Shirley's cunt; still wet from what her mother had done to her. Now it was his turn to keep the youngster going. She was unable to stop him from keeping her young body excited. He knelt in front of her, his fingers dancing over her cunt. She tried to move away, but his arm gripped around her naked waist. His mouth latched onto a nipple and the slow insertion of his fingers stopped her. In fact, she was opening her legs to her invader.

It was half an hour later when the three females where split again. Pat had been forced to climax twice as she had sucked her daughters and brought each of them to such a climax that her face was wet with their juice and the boys' leftover filth.

For the rest of the night, the boys moved from room to room, forcing their captives to pleasure them. The two girls had their arses used more than any other hole, and at one stage, were made to 69 each other.

Pat had her tits fucked most of all. They promised not to fuck her ass too much as long as she used her tongue on them while they abused her bound-hard tits. That, as well as all three of them having her at the same time once more that night.

It was seven in the morning when they finally untied Pat. She sat crumpled on the floor as she rubbed her wrists, trying to get the circulation back before she was allowed to remove the rope from her tits. She still had to be nice to the three boys; her daughters were still tied to beds upstairs.

She made them breakfast, her naked and them dressed, before they packed their bags and left.

They all kissed her goodbye, but not just her mouth, and not as boys should. As Pat closed the door, she heard Des say to Alan, "Why are we going? We could have kept her tied up and had some more fun with them for another few hours."

Alan buttoned his coat up. "No, no I've got an exam and I want my family to be proud of me."

She closed the door and went up to her girls, knowing they had to keep quiet about what had happened or questions would be asked about the farmhouse. She was too engrossed with her problem that she didn't hear Alan finish with, "Besides, I know when Uncle Pete's away again and I've pinched Betty's spare front door key and I intended to use it to fuck those three time and time again. They will be my sex slaves, and if you two look after me, then you well get your cocks sucked as well. That's a promise."

Des looked excited, "When do we get the next chance?"

Alan smiled, "Soon, but first I want a day alone with her. I just want to see how far I can push her."

Seven weeks. Seven long, horny weeks Alan had thought about his aunt; what he and his mates had done to her; what he wanted to do again; the memories of being alone in that farmhouse and her naked and helpless. He really wanted another time with her like that again.

Seven weeks of planning. Uncle Pete and the girls would be away on 25th April, 1966 - that date now etched in his mind. The plan was simple; just get in the house and overpower his aunt, tie her up, and force her to be his naked, bound slave, and it all rested on spot remover.

He had found some in his mother's cupboard; not knowing what it was, he had taken the cap off and smelled. The vapors nearly knocked him over. It was then he knew; he knew how to render his aunt defenseless.

Three or four times he soaked a cloth and held it close to his nose, moving it quickly before he felt himself slipping from consciousness. He now counted the days until the moment he would use it on her.

He could hardly contain himself as he played packing for school. Smiling at his mother, he left, detouring to the shed and changing school books for ropes, cleaner, cloth, and other items he had collected to make this day memorable. Slipping under the window and out of the gate, he ran to the bus that would take him to paradise.

The key still fitted, he could hear his aunt upstairs as he slid past the bottom of the stairs and into the parlor. His heart thumped against his chest as he waited for her to descend, the soaked cloth clenched tightly in his hand.

He waited, his eyes watered as he stared though the crack in the door. He could hear her, she was in the bathroom. He could hear the sound of water hitting water; she was going to the toilet. Next the sound of water flushing, and then suddenly there she was. She moved to the stairs and turned to his favorite view, her arse. She descended backwards down three stairs and bent, with pan and brush in hand she started to brush. Alan drooled at the sight, her shapely legs now slightly bent were nylon-covered; the seam ran tantalizingly from under her house dress down to her dainty sandals.

He watched her round arse sway as she brushed the dust; he licked his lips as he caught glances of the outline of her breasts as she moved. He bit down on his lip as his mind's eye remembered the hard, extended nipples bursting from her tits when he had them bound into firm, round orbs. Her dark hair cascaded left and right over the cheeks of her face. She was humming one of Guy Michael's hits as she was slowly, unknowingly working her way down towards him, Alan put some more fluid onto the cloth.

Her arse swayed provocatively as she worked down the stairs. Alan's cock all most burst from his shorts as she reached the last step; her whole body bent, her arse seemed to invite him in as it filled his view; and then it happened. She let the brush and pan stay on the last step, stood, and her arms went behind her. Her hands pressed into the small of her back as she bent her whole upper body back, and that was Alan's cue.

For a tall, gangly youth, Alan moved extremely quickly. Before Pat realized, he was out the door and behind her. He inserted his left arm between her elbows and back, squeezing at the same time. His cloth-covered hand smacked hard over the helpless woman's nose and mouth while his whole body moved back and up, jerking her head back to his shoulder. She was off balance and panicking, and the more she panicked, the heavier she breathed.

It didn't take long for her to be overcome by the fumes, first the struggle, then the muffled shouting, and then the slowing of the movement until the mind surrendered and switched off. Alan whispered, "There you go, Aunty, breath some of that into your big, firm lungs." Before he slowly took his hand away, he could see the rise and fall of the firm bulge in her dress. He hadn't killed her; he allowed himself a little whoop of triumph as he let her slide to the floor.

He turned back to the parlor grabbing for his rucksack. It opened, revealing all the goodies he had brought to make his day special. As he turned, he stopped, taking a moment or two to gaze at the prone figure on the floor. His face creased into that evil smile as he again let his tongue moisten his dry lips.

She lay there, flat on her back. Her hair was tousled around her face, and her breasts slowly rose and fell, making the buttons on her house dress force the material to part and gape. Her knees were up and held bent by the bottom step, and her dress had slid back, displaying her stocking-clad legs up to her thighs. But for Alan, the time marched on. She looked gorgeous and he wanted her helpless before the ammonia wore off.

He grabbed her ankles and spun her around. Slowly he moved back, dragging the lifeless body into the parlor. He sniggered as he watched the material gather and slide up her thighs until it bunched around her hips. He could now see the naked, pale flesh, excitingly enhanced by the pink strap of her suspenders, framed between her stocking tops and panties.

Slowly and deliberately, he let her shapely legs down onto the floor. His eyes fastened on the V in her panties, his mouth almost dribbling as he gently ran his hand up her leg, over her knee, and onto her inner thigh and on up to her naked skin. Extending his finger, he drew it up the indentation of her slit. He smiled as he felt the short, newly-grown hair and whispered into her peaceful face, "Soon I'll have you bald again," before kneeling behind her and placing his hands under her shoulders and arse. He proceeded to roll her over.

Alan patted the exposed panties before grabbing her arms and dragging them behind her. With rope in one hand, and the other he pulled her hair back into a bunch, a bit like an untidy ponytail, looping the rope around it. He pulled tightly; tugging her hair to make sure it was solid before lifting one wrist and then the other up to the other end of the rope and fastening them, tightly-bent and together before joining them to her hair rope.

He slid a rope under her waist and tied that tightly around, knotting it in the pit of her back then he grabbed each ankle, crossed them and brought them up to be tied off to that rope. As he moved for the knotted scarf he had prepared for the gag, she started to groan.

As he straddled her back, she coughed, and her head shook as though trying to clear. He bent his knees, each end of the scarf gripped tightly in his hand. A little soft voice struggled to speak, "What the? But, who?" crocked from her. Her hands moved, pulling, trying to release themselves, but all they did was force her head up and back, which was just what Alan was waiting for.

He bent, whipping the scarf between the floor and her face, jerking back. The knot forced itself into the partly open mouth. His hands met behind her head as he looped the ends into the first knot, just under the roped ponytail. Quickly pulling tightly, he double-looped it, locking it tightly around her head, the ball knot forming a plug in Pat's mouth. The edges of her mouth pulled back as her tongue fought in vain to push the large ball knot from between her lips.

The squealing and wiggling almost caused Alan to cum in his shorts as his beautiful aunt put up a futile struggle to free herself. But all her movements did was tightened the already-tight ropes, just as Alan had practiced.

He stared down at the back of her head until the struggling subsided and the squeals became groans of despair. Then he moved around. Sitting in front of her, he stretched his legs out either side of her shoulders and stared into the contorted, frightened face. "Hello Aunty Pat, comfy?"

She made noises, but nothing that made any sense. All Alan did was smile as he slid his fingers under a little wayward curl and moved it out of her face, "I said are you comfy? You look just perfect to me. As I told you before, this is just how I like my aunty, all hog-tied and helpless, and I think you like it to, yes?"

Pat shook her head, but only a little. The rope from her arms keeping her head up and still. She made muffled, "ao, ao" noise, but all Alan did was laugh. "Oh come on aunty, you know you do, and you like this just as much," he flicked his hand into the side of his shorts and pulled the leg back. He hadn't bothered with pants, so it was easy to pull his rigid cock free. He gripped the base and waved it at her face. "Remember him and how much fun you gave him? He wants some more, lots more, and he wants it today."

Chapter 3 Alan's Day.

Pagan.