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Shredder Part 1

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Eddie heard Christine’s screams fill the basement like a chorus of banshees over the howling roar of the big chainsaw, her wild-eyed, terror-driven fear through the blue haze of smoke that poured from the saw. The chain sprayed oil on her bare abdomen, between her bare breasts, up her neck, into her open, screaming mouth and eyes. Her terror was palpable, alive; it coursed through Eddie like a heroin rush.
Swinging away from her so suddenly the tip of the whirring chain grazed her shoulder as she lunged up and away in a futile effort to break free from the police-issue handcuffs he’d used to manacle her to the overhead pipe. She shrieked from the sudden pain as he spun to face Sandy, Christine’s best friend, who was hung from a beam opposite her, just five feet away.
Sandy’s head hung dejectedly, terrorized for too long to have spirit to fight as Christine did, looking at him with eyes wide with fear, body rigid with fright as he passed the tip of the saw down slowly before her eyes, chain oil spraying her face, only an inch from the whirling cutting edges, gagging on the smoke that belched from the saw toward her.
She froze as he slowly moved the bar of the saw down her body, oil spattering her neck, the cleavage between her full breasts; down her belly that suddenly turned itself to water as she pissed herself, shitting involuntarily as the breeze from the big logger’s saw’s oil splash moved below her navel.
Eddie knelt on the floor in front of her. She could feel the hot oil spray on her parted labia, which Eddie had shaved bare the day before; when she’d come with Christine to get her things from his house after she’d left him and told him to get lost.

It was when she picked up several small boxes and turned to head toward the stairs Eddie hit her from behind with something heavy, knocking her down the stairs, unconscious. As Christine ran up from the basement to see what the crash was, he was behind the door waiting, and with a hard shove, knocked her backward down the stairs to the cold concrete of the basement.
When she came to hours later, she was naked, tied to Eddie’s bed. She didn’t require a doctor to tell her she’d been raped repeatedly, from the raw sensation in her crotch.
She’d been out about five hours and it was getting dark outside, though no one knew where to look for her and Sandy. She was the one who’d convinced Sandy to get out of the three year relationship and come share her new apartment… She hadn’t even opened all her things yet, her phone wasn’t getting hooked up ‘til next week, her mail wasn’t redirected.
Sandy had lived with Eddie in a big old house formerly belonging to his uncle. It was set way back from the road, a mile outside the town limits, with no neighbors for half that distance. Located right on the county line, Eddie paid a little land tax to both counties, each assuming the other collected for the house and barn. He had electricity from a metered pole near the road, phone wires that ran the length of the long drive-way. For all the world might notice the house, Eddie mightn’t exist at all.
The rooms at the front were barred up long ago, he used a few rooms on the main floor, a couple on the second and the basement. Someone would have to be looking for her big green Ford wagon to notice it sitting in the shadow of the house.

It wasn’t ‘til Eddie got bored raping her, shaved her crotch, raped her again, and dragged her to the basement she knew Sandy was still alive. As she watched now, Eddie knelt between Sandy’s wide-spread thighs and so rapidly she couldn’t grasp the reality for a moment, saw him brush the saw’s cutter bar between the cheeks of Sandy’s butt She heard her friend’s rising cry of terror an instant before he tilted the saw, pointing the tip of the cutter bar upward, oil splattering her friend’s shaved, raw mons.
With a deliberate, solid thrust, Eddie rammed the tip of the saw upward between Sandy’s labia, and her shattered scream split the smoky air in the basement as it tore flesh, muscle and bone from her crotch, as he pushed it into her. The machine clawed it’s way inward, throwing back shredded fragments of Sandy’s vagina, sinew, ligament, soft mucous membrane, bone chips in a shower of bloody gore and the viscera from her internal organs as the saw cut deep inside her abdominal cavity.
The saw’s sound deepened as it tore it’s way deeper inside her friend, inch by inch. Sandy’s head was thrown back, mouth open, her scream too intense to hear. The first several inches of the cutter penetrated, violating Sandy. It had torn her vagina and fallopian tubes out, and shredded her uterus to minced meat. As Eddie guided the big saw in, it tore into intestines, bladder, bowel, spat chunks of her pelvic bone it bit off out through the grotesque, large gash-opening between Sandy’s legs onto the floor, over Eddie’s jeans, hands, arms and saw – the two-foot long cutter bar was half-way in.
Sandy’s head rolled back as she went into shock, passing out as the saw cut through internal organs, severed her intestines in a shower of shit, gastric acid and semi-digested food, plunging through her stomach wall, into her upper abdomen, tearing her diaphragm, puncturing a lung as the body of the saw brought up against Sandy’s spread thighs. Blood streamed out with the fragments of her friend’s insides as the saw nicked or cut into veins and arteries.
Blood frothed from Sandy’s anadolu yakası rus escort mouth. Her eyes opened wide one last time, glazed and wild, before her head fell forward. She died from shock, blood loss from a heart stilled as her femoral artery was cut by the saw and her pumping blood sprayed over Eddie, Christine and the whole room, which was heavily clouded with the smoke of the saw.
Christine wasn’t sure if it was the choking smoke or spattering from head to foot with bits of Sandy that made her stomach roll as she vomited violently, most of it splashing on Eddie’s back and the floor at his feet. As he gave the saw one final shove up into his ex-girlfriend, it stalled, her viscera tangled in it’s workings and choking the saw, causing it to stall… Eddie stood up, leaving the saw jammed in her body like macabre pop art. As he stood, he became aware of the puke down Christine’s abdomen, the floor, his jacket.

“Didn’t like the show?” he taunted her, “it’s okay, I’d never do that to you Chris. Come on, let’s clean you up, have some dinner before we go to bed and I fuck your brains out again.” Christine wanted to say something, but her throat was closed and burning from the smoke, acid bile, being sick and fear of what awaited her.
Eddie dragged her legs from the manacles, fastening them together so she couldn’t run, then undid the handcuffs, letting her arms down, shackling them behind her instead. He held her arm, steering her wobbly legs upstairs, to the bathroom. “I could really go for you right now if you didn’t smell like barf!” he said, “ bend over the side of the tub…” He pushed her forward so she was holding the far side of the tub with slippery hands. “Well, it’s a shame to waste that chain oil all over your cunt Chris, maybe I will bang you now.”
He dropped his jeans and plunged into her already rape-ravaged vagina, lubricated by chainsaw oil. He pounded her for a couple of minutes and pulled out, dragged his stinking jacket off, threw it in the corner, got something Christine couldn’t see from the cabinet on the wall and came back. He was moving, doing something behind her, though she didn’t have any idea what ‘til he thumped the jar of Vaseline down on the side of the tub just before he grasped her hips, pressing his erection to her virgin anus, then suddenly, violently ramming himself into her butt.
It wasn’t that he was larger than average, but the fact that Christine had never in her twenty-five years been fucked in the ass. Now she screamed, a drawn-out howl of pain as Eddie pounded her bum repeatedly, the gooey petroleum jelly giving her neither relief or lessening the burning pain as he buggered her viciously. After what felt like an hour he grunted and she felt him press hard as he came in her butt. She’d cried as quietly as possible while he raped her.

Now he pulled her upright and turned the bathtub taps ‘til the water poured into the tub. Still manacled, he sat her in the old tub as the water rose, shampooing her hair clean of blood, flesh and dirt, rinsed it and threw some bubble bath in the water ‘til it reached the level where it floated her breasts in the suds. He turned off the water, washed her face and breasts, pouring warm water on her shoulders and upper back, reached underwater to grope her crotch, finally leaving her in the tub to finish washing herself, her left hand cuffed to the chain that joined the shackles binding her feet.
“I’ll go fix something to eat,” he said, then stopped, “need to rinse your mouth?” She nodded. He ran water from the sink and held it to her lips, “gargle it, rinse and spit it on that old towel,” he commanded, and she did, the second sip got some moisture to her throat, the final one cleared her so she could scarcely taste the sourness. “Don’t even try to get up, let alone get away,” he cautioned. “I don’t like guns, but I’ll shoot you if I have to.”
He disappeared downstairs and she was left to clean herself. She felt dirty and violated, used and tainted; she was sure the feeling would never go away. She heard the noise of the saw in the basement, momentarily tried to get out of the tub, slipped and almost drowned herself. As the waster was getting cold, Eddie returned. Looking at the pool of water, he commented, “I told you not to try and climb out. What’s wrong, need to crap?” She nodded. He lifted her from the water and sat her on the toilet until she peed, expelling Vaseline and come from her bloody-raw anus. He pulled her up, wiped her rear and flushed.
Re-cuffing her conventionally, he led her downstairs after he dried her off. She was still naked and feeling the chill in the old house. In the small dining room by the kitchen he sat her at the table. He went in the kitchen and returned with juice, poured some for himself in a glass and hers in a tin cup which she held between her hands and drank deeply. “Dinner will be ready in a minute,” he said flatly. “Something I have to ask… it was you who got the idea of leaving me in her head wasn’t it? Christine hesitated as her mind raced. Eddie repeated the question louder. Christine nodded slowly, looking down. “Now I don’t have her anymore, so you’re going to take her place… oh not every way, not going out to work earning money for us, not driving me places, or doing things, going on dates, dancing, out for dinner, but you’ll be here.
“Here to suck, anadolu yakası sevişen escort fuck, or keep me warm at night, to put wood on the fire in winter, sweep the floor and serve me. You’ll take her place that way. You look better anyway, you’re a better fuck, so you’d better suck cock good or I’ll knock your damn teeth out!”
He went to the kitchen, returning with two plates, instant mashed potatoes, tinned vegetables and fried meat, cut into bite-sized pieces and some gravy and a jug of water. “Gravy?” She nodded yes. He poured it on sparingly and gave her water in her cup.
When she’d eaten, he removed the dishes, washed them in the sink, the door to the kitchen left open. When he’d cleaned up, he took her arm, guided her to the hallway and switched off the light. Leading her upstairs to his room he cuffed her to the bedpost by one hand and one foot, parted her thighs with his hands before he knelt and went down on her. In spite of herself, her inner resistance wasn’t powerful enough to overcome her own body’s responses and she came, crying out, bucking and twitching. He moved up, fucked her ‘til she climaxed again and he came in warm torrents she felt inside her.

As he turned off the light, he said, “get used to this – every day and night, as long as I keep you.”
She tried to shift to take some strain off her manacled arm and leg, as he said quietly, “she tasted good didn’t she? I cut up her right tit. I cut it off, skinned and de-veined it, before I fried it and we ate her tit! We’re fucking cannibals now Chris! Tomorrow for breakfast you’re going to eat more of her, because she’s fresh meat in the freezer for 3 or 4 months, maybe longer. Her bones will be in every corner of the county by Christmas…
G’night Chris… don’t do anything to piss me off, will you?” Christine shivered under the blanket and fell asleep just before dawn, exhaustion pulling her into a rest she feared.
“Come on woman, up and at it!” Eddie called as he undid the cuff from the bedpost, clicking it on her right wrist again, did the same with the leg restraints. He pulled her to her feet as he propelled her to the bathroom and the toilet. “Do it,” he said, “there’s work to be done, and you’re helping.” When she was done, he wiped her awkwardly, pulled her to her feet and led her to the kitchen. He made toast and coffee, with a fried egg on each plate. “Eat,” he grunted as he shoveled the food into his mouth, belched and got more coffee. As soon as he’d done, he pulled Christine to her feet and pointed at the stairs to the basement.
She balked. “We’re sweeping and mopping and using the hose to clean up the bits of filth left behind from my last damn lazy whore!” he shouted at her. “If you don’t want to join her, you help me with the cleanup!”
Christine stepped carefully down the wooden steps in her bare feet and shuddered as she saw the fragments of bone, skin, flesh, pooled, dried and drying blood among the mess of the basement floor. Eddie thrust a broom in her hands and pushed her onto the killing floor. She plowed the mess into a pile that Eddie shoveled up and dumped through a gap in the brick wall Christine hadn’t noticed yesterday. She swept and pushed the residue of her friend’s body together with the broom; Eddie shoveled it through the hole ‘til the floor was clear of solid materiel.
Then Eddie took the hose in the corner, screwed it on an overhead spigot and turned the rusty tap on. The hose gurgled and he put his fingertip over the end of the hose, making it spray along the floor ‘til the pools washed into the seams of the broken concrete, the dried patches began to dissolve and washed down through cracks into the ground beneath the house. Christine noticed Eddie spraying the wood near where the two girls were manacled when he’d killed Sandy.
Just a bit to one side was the old fuse box, it’s cover open and as she swept the pools of water into the cracks that served as floor drains, she faked slipping and fell against Eddie, causing him to spray water into the fuse box. There was a flash and sparks and the sound of Eddie cursing as he fell back on top of her.
“Thundering fuck!” shouted Eddie, “you stupid cunt, what are you trying to do? Electrocute both of us? Good thing that’s only the one for the garage and not the house or the water down here’d have grounded and shocked the life out of us, barefoot on a wet floor. Get the mop and try to dry it up. On the other hand, let it dry itself.” He turned off the water, disconnected the hose, gave her a shove toward the stairs as he took a last look and followed her.
Christine thought she’d rather be electrocuted than trapped as Eddie’s slave for years. She dreaded the next time he raped her butt, or decided he wanted oral sex. He wasn’t a clean person. He always reeked of sweaty sourness. His clothes were dirty, his hair was greasy and shaggy. All of a sudden, a plan began to form in her mind.

As they sat at the kitchen table having coffee and a donut from the bag she and Sandy brought to snack on while removing Sandy’s stuff… was it only thirty-six hours? Yes, here one afternoon, trapped and raped while Sandy hung in the basement, then last night. The clock on the stove said it was ten in the morning.
“Where’s the washing machine or laundry tub?” she asked him. Eddie looked up, questioningly, surprised. anadolu yakası escort “Obviously whatever laundry Sandy did at the laundry in town, she didn’t clean up your stuff,” she said matter-of-factly. “I guess if there was a washer, she’d have washed it here.” he shook his head. “Is there a laundry tub, maybe a scrub board? Those jeans of yours could crawl away by their self, and your shirt isn’t any better. We could take the tub up to the bathroom and I’ll wash your clothes while you have a bath. You’re stronger, so I’ll wring out as much water as I can, then you get the rest… If we hang them in the hallway, they’ll be dry by tomorrow… I’m sure you got something else to wear ‘til then…” she said hopefully.
He went into the hall, opened a door and brought back a tub and scrub board. When they got to the bathroom she was running water in a jug, pouring it in the wash tub as he stripped off his clothes and tossed them to her to wash, putting his wallet and the ring of keys on the side of the sink. He shaved as the water ran in the bath, made her sit on the side of the tub and shaved her crotch again. As she began soaping his shirt, scrubbing it, he seemed satisfied and got in the bath water. Christine put his socks and underwear in the sink to soak before washing and rinsed his shirt with another couple of jugs of water and wrung it.
She took the soap and jug, dipped it in the bath water and wet his hair, soaped and scrubbed it; after the third try it lathered. She rinsed it with clean water and washed his upper back. She froze momentarily as his wet hand touched her bare breasts and slid between her legs. “You’re a lot better than Sandy,” he said gruffly, “she never did any of this.”
“Well, I guess that’s why you were angry at her…” she said as she scrubbed his jeans, which had been soaking in the washtub. She felt the handcuff key as it slid from the pocket to the bottom of the tub and she palmed it as she bent and scrubbed, hiding it in her hair for the moment. After scrubbing his socks and underwear, she dragged the wash tub to the toilet and dumped the soapy water, refilling it part-way with fresh water to rinse the clothes. “That’s more like it,” she said, “jeans should be blue, not grey and shorts should be white, not yellow.” she wrung the stuff out and when he climbed out of the tub, he gave it another twist. She hung it over the stair railing when they left the bathroom. In his bedroom, he pulled on a pair of old dress pants and a sweater, wool socks and stuffed his wallet and key ring in the pants pocket.
“Let’s have dinner,” she suggested. He nodded, and when he gave her the dish of meat chunks to cook, she almost gagged. Sandy’s nipple was still attached to one piece. She held her breath as she fried it and served him, eating only bread, cheese and coffee herself, while he ate the breast-meat with gusto.
When she washed the dishes, he took her wrist. “Come on,” he said, “I got to go out for a few minutes. He walked her to the bedroom and manacled her foot to the leg-iron when he stopped and went out to the hall to check his pants. Christine set the key under the edge of the mattress where she’d be able to reach it with her free hand. Eddie came back, “did you see a small key, like a cash-box key when you washed my pants?” She shook her head no. “You sure?”
“No, nothing like that, just bits of paper an’ stuff that was stuck to them,” she lied.
“Fuck!” you dumped the wash-water down the toilet too,” he cursed, “oh well, I’ll send away for another set. Lie down and rest ‘til I get back. He looked toward the handcuff on the headboard and said, “if the key was in them pockets, it’s gone out under the yard now. I’ll get more after the weekend. If I lock your arm on now, you’d be stuck for a few days.” He laughed and tested the leg shackle. “Oh well, at least I got that one on my key ring…”
When he returned, about an hour later, he released her to use the washroom and he stood outside the door. When she came out, he took her to the bedroom and fastened the leg manacle to her and dropped his clothes at the foot of the bed.
“Just as well you have both hands free,” he said with a leer, “I’m going to let you suck my cock since I’m nice and clean.” he laughed coarsely, “on your knees Chris!”
“Slow down lover-boy,” she said gently, “I’ll do a better job if you let me get in the mood first. She stretched upward, kissed his chest, neck and face, her hand gliding over his stiffening penis. Eddie moaned as she ran the tip of her tongue down his front from his throat to his crotch and kissed the tip of his erection wet for an instant. He was almost begging as she licked back up to his neck, her hands holding his, pushing his right arm behind his head; suddenly lunging across, grasping his left arm, clamped the handcuff to his wrist as she started to lick down again… “don’t worry, I found the key after… you dropped it on the bathroom floor when you took off your jeans… relax and enjoy it.”
She lowered her head to his crotch, felt his right hand grasp her hair as she ran her tongue along his length, heard him gasp as she took the head in her lips, his hand letting go as she made a downward suck on his hard flesh. He was grasping the bed sheets tightly with his hand as she moved to his left side, driving her head down for her mouth to engulf about half his length, tickled the head with her tongue. When he was blissfully unsuspecting, she bit him, hard. Her perfect front teeth and incisors closed suddenly with all the power in her jaw muscles, teeth grinding as she bit. Eddie was too shocked to react for the moment it took her to tear through the tender skin, muscle, blood-engorged vessels and urethra of his penis, severing the top half from his cock totally.

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Mom’s Big Bed Ch. 14

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I woke up early that morning between Mom and Grandma. The difference between this wake-up and previous ones that week was that it was not the alarm doing the job, it was my big-sister, Linda. She was down between my legs with the edge of the bed-sheet over her forehead and she was deep-throating my early morning wood with gusto!

I ran my hand down and wriggled my fingers through Linda’s short head of dirty blonde hair as she sucked and sucked while looking up at me with bedroom eyes. This went on for several minutes until presently, I noticed to my left and right in the early morning light that my mother and grandmother were both awake and merely enjoying the show; their fingers now stroking at their own clits appreciatively. Finally, Linda shot me a quick wink and stopped sucking. She left my knob and slithered up me until she was lying atop me. I began to part her legs but I was met by a shake of her head and a kiss before she whispered in my ear,

“I want you to put it in my ass little-brother!”

We swapped out positions, with Linda facing the headboard; head low and ass high with my mom and grandma looking on. A second later and grandma retrieved a jar of Vaseline from the nightstand next to her and she smeared a generous glob around on Linda’s pink poop-pucker, (my grandma as always is so helpful). Mom’s hand then scooped out a glob of grease from the jar and smeared it up and down the shaft of my boner. She and grandma then re-positioned to either side of us and began masturbating; waiting for the show to continue.

I ignored my audience and set myself to the task at hand. I now was crouched behind my big-sister Linda with a greasy dong, pointing its warhead at her slicked up sphincter. I pushed the mushroom head against her pink stinky-crinkle, Linda blew out the air from her lungs, and her delightful little bunghole opened up and let me in!

I slid in several inches; far deeper than I expected she could take, (but then again my sister had a reputation already for knowing her way around a bed with a boy and I simply should have known she could take it). She looked back over her shoulder at me, giving me a look as if to ask me what I was waiting for, (almost like I was a little kid too scared to hop into the deep end of the pool). I grabbed a better grip on both her hips and pushed into her greasy rectum, sinking in all the way to my balls.

HAAAAHHHRRRR! Linda cried but then her exclamation was followed by happy contented murmurs of,”Oh yessss Ian,” and “this is what I’ve been waiting for brother!” I took it as a sign I had the green light. I began to sodomize my older sister as my mother and grandmother stood on their knees to either side of us, frigging their clits and egging us on!

Over the next several minutes I rowed and rowed at the pink stinky backdoor of my “Big-Sis” as she howled and cursed but begged me not to stop. She wasn’t the only one making noise however; I was grunting and huffing as her anus gripped me in a delicious sibling squeeze that could have rivaled ANY massage parlor happy ending, (and she had been well greased by Grandma’s fingers before I started). Even my most intense masturbatory sessions could not match the pull and tug of her rectum on my dong as she slowly milked me into “the zone.”

Meanwhile my hippy ma and grandma were frigging themselves frantically as they watched the two of us ass-rut inbetween them. They both seemed transfixed on our activity as the bit their lips and whined through their noses; unable to pull their eyes from me and Linda while they fiddled at their clits. Finally Mom had enough, (she simply HAD to break in)!

She moved into “our space” as if she were cutting in for a dance and pushed me back away from my sister’s hiney-hole; my dong pulling out and my sister’s ass showing a noticeable gape like a rectal railroad tunnel. Without skipping a beat, Mom seized up my dick and gave it a few slurping sucks as her hand continued to jill-off her clit, (she was beside herself with horniness now). After deepthoating me for a few seconds she popped my cock back up my sister’s dung-hole and I resumed ass-fucking my older sibling; only now with Mom pulling me in for a deep French kiss while she reached underneath to wank Linda’s clit and finger her pussy-hole.

Linda reacted by groaning as if she’d gotten a belly-ache at an all you can eat Chinese buffet. Mom responded by pushing one, two, then three fingers up inside her daughter’s quim. Soon my mother was fisting my sis from one side, as I penis-pounded her piles from the other. Linda erupted in a squalling screaming torrent of profanity and OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH’s that I thought would bring the plaster off the ceiling from all the noise! She thrashed her head from side to side and blubbered how good it felt. That was when Grandma saw a chance to make her move and silence Linda’s wailing and blubbering.

The old gal moved up by the pillows at the headboard and raised up her legs, (spreading them wide). She grabbed Linda by the back of her head and pushed her crotch into the face of her bahis siteleri granddaughter. My Sis immediately wrapped her mouth around Grandma’s puss-flaps and began to suck… not lick BUT SUCK! In fact she commenced to suck, chew and gobble at my hippy granny’s clamcake like she was absolutely famished. Now it was Granny’s turn to make noise and she screwed her eyes shut while her mouth dropped open and the sound just came pouring out…

WWWAAAHHHH!!! OHH SHIT YEAAAHHH LINDA! my grandmother howled, UNNNGGHH SHIT FUCK GIRL! …where did you learn to eat pussy like that?… AAAGGHH!”

“From you Grandma,” came my sister’s smirky reply before she dropped her head back down to Grandma’s puss-pie, (all while Mom and I fisted and fucked away at Linda’s dirty back-forty).

After a few minutes of this I was becoming frantically close. I could sense that Linda, Mom and Grandma were getting there but not quite. I remembered my cum-surfing technique and I edged… riding the tightrope line between mere-excitement and nut blasting orgasm (which was exceedingly tough because I was clearly aware of my hippy mama’s fist slamming in and out of my sisters pussy). I mean I could feel every Sapphic stroke of my mother and her wicked fisting and it was everything I could do not to bust a nut in the squeezing shitter of my big-sister.

Fucked up didn’t come close… or CUM close to describing it as I fucked and edged and fucked and edged in Linda’s anus while kissing my mom. It just seemed to go on and on forever. I could feel my nuts straining against their very fabric… desperately wanting to burst, but I held firm and didn’t splat. Nope.. not one drop!

Finally, Mom pulled her mouth from mine and looked into my eyes. She’d long since pulled my free hand down to her own snatch and given up fingering her own quim in favor of me doing the act with a couple fingers as her own hand busied itself on Linda. Ma’s nostrils were flaring and her pupils were dilating… she was in “the zone” herself now and she made no bones about it!

“Ya gonna do it, Ian?” she snarled through clenched teeth as my fingers hooked up and stroked her g-spot and her clit ground the heel of my hand, “Ya gonna make Momma cum and blow yer load up your sister’s dirty no-no hole like a bad boy? … Are you? Well ARE YOU?”

With that Mom landed a spank on my ass and then one on my sister’s rump that made us both howl. My fingers were a blur in Mom’s sopping pussy and my cock pistoned like the drive shaft on a locomotive in and out of Linda’s turd tunnel. Grandma was all sobs; throwing her head back and forth at the head of the bed and Mom’s fisting was now making sloppy slushing sounds in Linda’s pussy down below. Mom reached back and landed another smack on Linda’s ass and then grabbed the back of my hair. That was all she wrote.

I blasted a huge fountain of hot salty cum; spouting deep in my sister’s rectum. My sister moaned into my grandma’s pussy and then shuddered; releasing a cascade of girly-gasm droplets down onto Mom’s hand and the bedsheet below. Grandma let out a loud AAWWWGGGHH! and then came hard against my sister’s mouth; splattering my sis in hot puss-juice as Linda gobbled and slurped away. Mom now threw back her head and open-mouthed let loose a bawl of HHAAAHHHHGGGHH! as she humped against my hand, cumming and dripping freely a river of her hot bitch broth! We collapsed in a heap upon Grandma at the head of the bed. Awesome didn’t come close to describing it!

For several minutes the air was still in the room, save only the sound of slurping as first my sister, then my mother, then my grandma sucked me clean. They were a horny sight down there… sucking away at my flagging cock, and the smell of the air in the room (filled with the scent of sweat and pussy and sex) was intoxicating. I was enjoying myself immensely and wallowing in bliss when Mom finally spoke.

“Ok kids, Grandma is going to see to a pot of coffee and the rest of us are going to get dressed. Time for running and exercising. Just because this is the first day of Spring Break doesn’t mean we can let ourselves go!”

Even on vacation, Mom loves exercising. It’s something she taught us. Take care of the body and everything else clicks into place; mind, spirit, sense of place, and yes sex. She got that from Grandma (who can still out-yoga even the fittest gurus …even at her age)!

Anyhow, after a short hop into the bathroom to use the facilities, me, my mom, and my sis were out the door for a three mile run up into the canyon and back. Grandma brewed coffee back at the house. We could smell it wafting about our home when we returned from our run, all sweaty and panting as Grandma did her yoga routine by the pool in the nude.

Mom looked at Grandma and smiled, then she ushered us into the kitchen for a quick “cuppa Joe” before we grabbed waters and emerged back out by the pool; only like our grandma we had no clothes on either. It was time for a bit of Mom’s gladiator canlı bahis siteleri workout for me and my sis. We hit the weights for several minutes and then slugged down water before seizing up yoga mats and joining grandma for more stretches.

We stretched and pretzeled for a half hour until Mom and Grandma finally called it quits. Mom suggested a shower and a breakfast and told us to hurry as she had a surprise for us. Grandma merely smiled and held her tongue, but she poked me and my sis in the ribs and told us it would be something special.

Linda and I hit the showers. It was supposed to be a quick in and out. The thing was it took longer than we anticipated but there most definitely was “in and out” as I remember!

It seemed Linda stepped into the shower first but not before swatting me on my ass with a towel when I bent over looking for shampoo under the sink. Now, no girl gets away with a towel snap… not even my big sister. She didn’t care however; thumbing her nose at me and stepping into the shower, (it was SO on)! I waited a moment deciding what I wanted to do, then I decided the element of surprise might be called for.

I stepped into the shower. She was already wetting her hair in the water facing away; steam building all around her. What a tease, she knew what I was going to do… who am I trying to kid! I wasn’t going to surprise her (as experienced as she was), but she didn’t let on. I stepped up to her in the hot rain and fog; seizing her from behind in a standing full nelson; my dong poking the wet top of her ass crack.

“Yes?” she said with closed eyes and a smile growing across her face, but with the tone of a schoolteacher who’d been disturbed after class.

“Nobody smacks my ass with a towel Sis!” I snarled through clenched teeth before biting her on the neck.

“Maybe,” she giggled, “you should teach me some manners, little brother?”

“Maybe I should,” I said, before chewing down her neck; then to her shoulders while bringing my hands down to her tits for a grope and pinch session; making my big sister “all sighs and chuckles” in the heat and steam of the shower.

Like I said, it was so fucking ON! I bent her over in the shower; slipping my cock down her soapy ass-crack until I found the slippery notch to my sister’s pussy. I slipped in as easy as if I’d been putting on a slipper coated in baby oil; straight in up to the balls.

Linda let out a gasp of HAAHHH and made some sort of comment about this being just what she needed after a hard workout. She craned and turned her head back and turned her lips to me. Wordlessly I knew what she wanted and we kissed hungrily for several seconds before she spun her head around to face the tile and telling me to “get to it!” We then fucked and fucked in the heat and mist as the sound of soapy rain hitting the tiles mingled with our huffs and groans.

We got to our “tipping point” pretty quickly. Linda shuddered and whimpered her way through her “girlie-gasm,” while I snorted and blew a big ropey load of cum deep inside her puss-pie. We then rinsed and cleaned up; remembering Mom’s instructions for us to “hurry.”

We stepped out of the shower and slipped on bathrobes before heading back down to Mom and Grandma in the kitchen. Those two old birds (who were now also cleaned up after using the pool shower and sporting white robes as they sucked down a second cup of coffee) were laughing about something entertaining but they clammed up as soon as we entered the room. Both had an air of conspiracy and secrecy about them like something big was up.

“What’s the surprise Ma?” I asked.

“Oh, something special, Ian,” she said; taking a swig of her coffee and returning her attentions to some eggs in a frying pan on the stove.

At about that time the phone rang. It was my crazy aunt Sharon. Mom spoke into the phone while turning her eyes to me and my sister.

“Yep… we are here. No they don’t know. Well, at least not Ian.. well, perhaps he suspects, but he does not have all the details… alright. Yep.. you round up the rest of the tribe… ok.. yep… yep.. ok! Love you Sis… m-kay… BYE!”

She hung up the phone and took another sip of coffee eyeing me and my sister with a smile. We both sat down at the breakfast bar. Mom had a smirk on her face now.

“So,” she said looking at her watch with feigned interest, “you two nice and relaxed after your soak… and shower fuck?”

She and Grandma tittered their way through a snicker at our expense while we stared at our feet for a second sheepishly. Both those two women knew exactly what we were going to do when we went for a shower; even before we did! Mom put some eggs on plates in front of us while Grandma freshened up her coffee cup. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“So Mom,” I asked, “what is the surprise?”

“We are heading out today to Lake Havasu for Spring Break,” she said.

“Yeah Ma,” I came back, “I kinda figured; what with the way everybody keeps dropping the name in front of me.”

“Ok,” she answered, güvenilir bahis “your grandma, aunts, and cousins are coming.”

“Again,” I shot back between mouthfuls of eggs, “no big surprise.”

“Well,” she said, “what if I was to tell you that the boss of your aunt’s at the real estate office is coming and she is bringing her daughter Tanya, the one you have been wanting to fuck since day one?”

“HOLLY and TANYA?”

“Yep,” said my mom matter of factly, “and Holly is driving her R.V. It’s gonna be like a four wheeled fuck-fest palace for you and the rest of us!”

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Mom’s words were quite prophetic as it turns out. A short time later, Auntie Maria’s car pulled into the drive with her honking and her girls hollering. She was followed close behind by Becky’s car with her mini tribe of girls in it, all rowdy and noisy as hell.

Last came my Auntie Sharon’s minivan, “Fifty Shades of Gray,” barreling around the corner into our drive; just barely missing all the other parked vehicles and coming to a screeching rocking halt behind Grandma’s VW bus. Auntie Sharon and her girls spilled out, laughing and screeching; along with enough pot smoke to make it appear as though had set the seats inside on fire. The coven of sex crazed hippy harpies was assembled… or so it seemed. We were not complete for this adventure- not yet, but it wasn’t like we had to wait long.

We were all standing around in the driveway, exchanging hippy hugs and listening to Aunt Sharon’s dirty joke of the day when a large brown RV came down the road and stopped at the mouth of our drive. The woman at the wheel honked her horn at us and the girl sitting beside her in the front passenger seat waived happily up in the passenger side of the windshield. It was clear to everyone present; Hottie MILF Holly and her equally hot daughter Tanya had arrived, (and in a tricked out luxury RV no less)!

The two hotties inside, mother and daughter; popped out through the luxury camper’s side door. They were met by a chorus of “Hello’s” from my female relatives (along with a forest of waves). Holly and Tanya then trudged up the walk to greet us in t-shirts, cutoffs, and flip-flops; a stark contrast to the normal business-wear I was accustomed to seeing Holly in. Mom ran down the drive, reaching Holly and Tanya first; scooping them both up in a big friendly hippy-hug.

“So I take it Ian now knows of the surprise?” Holly asked happily looking over my mom’s shoulder at me.

“Oh yes,” Mom replied, “he knew long before your wheels hit the curb.”

“Well anyhow,” Holly shot back, “hope he had a good breakfast cuz’ we are going to be a regular protein drain train all the way up to Havasu!”

The three women cackled and shot looks my way. They whispered something amongst the three and then broke themselves up laughing. One thing was for sure, I was in for one helluva trip!

I shot a sideways glance back at the three; there was definitely more than a happy hug going on. Hands were roaming up and down on bellies, backs, boobs and butts as they talked. These three had definitely done this dance before… they were also most certainly part of this “thing of ours,” (although we shared no blood relation).

Another thing that struck me was Holly’s demeanor was completely different from what I had known when I saw her at the real estate office. All her defenses were down; her business suit was definitely at the office. Here with this crowd of hippy harlots; she was in a completely different element but one she was just as comfortable with. It was as though she had two lives; one formal and professional, and then this one that was far more wild and sensual (and unfamiliar to me). I picked up on that vibe right away.

It didn’t hurt things that she was tall, skinny, statuesque blonde, (a lot like my aunt Maria with her dancer body and big motor-boatable boobs although her blonde hair had a little bit of sandy brown thrown in). She kept her mane cut short and business-like, coming down to her neck and past her ears on the sides but she had this long blond forelock in front for bangs that hung down in front of her nose. She’d purposely let it dangle in the middle of her face with a pair of beautiful blue eyes peeking out from behind it; only to blown or flip it out of the way while she was talking to people. The effect was quite distracting and hypnotic for people and my Auntie Maria told me that Holly purposely used it as a trick in negotiations and meetings (as well as flirting), to get inside people’s heads and steer conversations around. It was like you were being manipulated and mind fucked by a tall sandy-haired version of one of those 1980’s super-model actresses with high cheekbones and knock ’em dead eyes; like Susan Anton or Heather Locklear only in sophisticated short dress and long jacket.

The business attire was gone today however; replaced by ladies cargo pants, a tie-dye t-shirt with no bra holding back her lovely tits, and high heel thong sandals. Still, despite the casual appearance she seemed both sophisticated and assertive; with a big brassy personality that demanded to be noticed and heard, (in a friendly life of the party kind of way). It was all wrapped up in a super sexy MILF package and my brain and right hand had rubbed one out in the shower on many occasions thinking about her for damn good reason!

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