Chapter 3

Normally not given over to following Kristy’s orders so readily, he realized making sure everything was allright or as allright as they could be, given the situation was never a bad idea around her.

He walked up the stairs, still naked, still hard, holding Sandra’s hand as he led her up, reverted from their previous roleplay, as they entered the master bedroom, Kristy’s father was eating her out on the bed, on his hands and knees as she sat up against the leather lined headboard with ease.

“What’s up Kristy, you need anything?” he asked in as much a neutral tone as he could muster considering the level of adrenaline still flowing through his system. “I just thought it’s about time you met my father and maybe you and he could I don’t know ... both fuck my mother into oblivion for a few heartbeats and see what happened”, she said patting the ample amount of room on the king-size bed beside them. Her face struggling with a series of sudden ticks from the obvious pleasure she was feeling as she said it. “And if I say I’m not interested?” he said flatly this time. “Then I guess you’ll never know what heights of pleasure you could have taken my dear sweet mother to” said in a cooing, teasing voice, “if only you’d put your ego aside for long enough to let her show you”, she said with a smile creasing her lips knowingly.

Despite himself he knew he was curious at the effects of two monster cocks driving inside her dream woman, the other being her husband no less under the effects of the same submissive drugs Sandra was. “Only if I’m on the bottom, I want to watch her face as we do it”, he said matter of factly as Eric lay himself down beside Kristy, motioning for Sandra to straddle him. “Good boy” Kristy said more to her father than Eric as she gestured he join them.

Jonathan, his glassy-eyed state still very much intact guided himself behind his wife, positioning to penetrate her anus, as Eric did the same but with her pussy. Both cocks were swollen and hungry, ready to take their pound of flesh out of her as they both entered her with wild abandon; no foreplay was needed as they both pounded into Sandra with reckless abandon for that one perfect, overwhelming climax.

Kristy leaned over, her tits swaying as she watched the two cocks slide in and out of her mother’s ass and pussy. Her father’s face was a picture of pure ecstasy fused with the drugs sedative effect, his features twisted in pleasure as he felt the sensation of both Eric and Sandra’s bodies moving in perfect unison with his own. Sandra reached down kissing Eric with all the mastery of a well acquainted lover, as Kristy stood and did the same to her father. Their connection was undeniable.

As their hips moved in harmony, the room filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Eric could feel the warmth of Sandra’s pussy gripping his cock as he thrust into her, her ass clenching around her husband’s shaft as he did the same. Her moans echoed through the room, each one sending a shiver down his spine. He looked up to see Sandra’s face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her folds spitting essence down her thighs and legs, down his shaft, abdomen and balls as she climaxed.

Jonathan, his own movements becoming more frenzied, felt his own climax building deep within him. He could feel Sandra’s muscles tighten around his cock as she felt it too, her body moving in perfect unison with Eric’s and his as they both sought to bring her over the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the slapping of skin on skin, the wet sucking sounds of their bodies as they moved together in a dance of lust and desire.

From Sandra’s point of view, she watched as her body defiled itself once again on the pole of a stranger, whilst her similarly fated husband ploughed her from behind, with the eager urgings of their daughter gone mad, she felt a deep shame course through her veins that threatened to go bone deep, alongside her settling weariness.

Her eyes darted from Eric’s face, flushed with desire, to her husband’s, contorted in a mixture lust of lust and sedated look of helplessness she knew was probably mirrored in her own, and then to her daughter’s, twisted in a perverse mix of ecstasy and control. She could feel their bodies moving in unison with hers, their breath hot against her skin, their hands rough on her flesh.

As Jonathan continued to pound into her from behind, she closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of their intertwined limbs, the way they seemed to melt into one another, their passion blending into her own. Her own shame threatened to overwhelm her, a wave of nausea rising up from her stomach as she felt herself grow wet once more over Eric’s thrusts an endless river of her body’s natural lubricant seemed to be leaking out between her legs.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into the bedsheets as she tried to find some purchase, some means of escaping the sensations that assaulted her. She could feel Eric’s lips moving against her neck, his words lost to the roar of blood in her ears, his thrusts growing more urgent with each passing second. No matter how much she tried, how much she had been trying throughout this entire night, whatever they had drugged her with had been potent and more than enough to turn both her and her husband into unwilling marionettes in this twisted show.

Sandra felt every nerve, every muscle come alive as the drug coursed through her system. She wanted nothing more than to tear her own flesh apart to escape the sensations that assailed her. Her husband’s thrusts, Eric’s touch, Kristy’s voice urging them on, it was all too much. Her eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for some escape, some way out of this living hell, except to endure it. How many times had they cum inside her? How many times had she felt them fill her pussy with raw, enveloping semen filling her womb?

Her body arched off the bed, taking Eric’s cock deeper as she felt herself growing close again. Her breath hitched in her throat, her fingers dug into the mattress as she tried to contain the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her involuntarily. She could feel Eric’s hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he plunged into her, his thrusts steady and sure. His lips found her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “That’s it, Sandra. Let it go. Give in to it.”

How many times had she cum, she wondered, as she felt her body start to shudder and convulse over Eric’s relentless thrusts. Her husband’s hips pounded into her from behind, his sweat-slicked skin sliding against hers, their joined flesh moving in perfect synchronicity. Her daughter’s breath, hot against her neck, urged them on, the words twisted and delirious, a command born of madness.

“Do it! Break her ass Daddy!” Kristy yelled, as her father pounded harder into Sandra’s quivering flesh. She could feel her insides giving way, her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through it. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall as her husband’s hips thrust forward with unyielding force. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he plunged deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her whole body shudder with pleasure.

As Sandra looked down at Eric all she could see was a stranger, his face twisted in pleasure as he pumped his hips into her. Her husband just as powerless as she was to resist any of this, as he continued to thrust relentlessly behind her, his sweaty skin slapping against hers in rhythm with Eric’s movements. She could feel herself growing more and more distant from the woman she once was, her body no longer her own, her mind no longer capable of rational thought. The room spun around her, a haze of colours and sounds, the smell of sex and sweat overwhelming her senses like a foul odour seeping into her soul.

Ever since Kristy had drugged them both and made them her sex slaves Jonathan had loved it. He’d always secretly wondered how daughter would compare to his wives sexual prowess and how he would compete himself against his expectations, as he was even now fucking his wife cold up the ass, only a few thrusts away from breaking it for good, as she lay sandwiched between himself and one of Kristy’s friends. He loved this unequivocally. The need, the sense of being devoured and devouring, the nonstop attention to sexual gratification, he felt liberated in a very real way and if his wife of twenty years had to pay the price, so be it, he was all in, as the final boundaries were crossed in his mind, as he finally did as Kristy hysterically demanded and broke her mother’s ass for good with a final, solid thrust that went all the way deep inside her bowels poking through her defined abs with enough force to appear as a solid bulge on the surface, almost like a babies foot when they first kicked in the womb in the later stages of pregnancy. For him the moment was magical, hidden behind a glassy eyed stare thanks to the drugs control, for his wife not so much as he watched her reaction, with no shortage of internal relish.

Sandra’s reaction was a mixture of pleasure, pain and anger, as the sensation of her husband’s cock breaking through her ass cheeks made her body tense and shudder. The heat from his body pressed against her back, his hands gripping her hips, all combined to make her feel even more violated. Her face flushed with embarrassment and shame, but at the same time. Her eyes flickered between Eric’s face and Kristy’s, as if searching for some kind of understanding or release but finding only lust and want in their eyes, as they used her for their own debasement and short lived satisfaction, before they surely repeated the process any number of times making the acts reflect their growing, crazed needs and wants. She felt trapped. Trapped in her body, as they ravaged it, trapped in her mind as they took complete advantage of her induced suggestive state.

Kristy watched her mother’s face; her eyes glazed over from the drugs, her body responding to the thrusts of both men in ways that made her seem almost as if she were enjoying it. She couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction in seeing her mother reduced to this, in knowing that she was the one who had brought them all to this place. The power she felt, the control, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was exhilarating.

She turned her mother’s face toward her, shoving her tongue in her mouth as she sucked on her bottom lip, before positioning herself over Sandra’s face spread-legged, pressing her face to her sex’s lips, with a satisfied groan of domination.

Kristy ground her hips against her mother’s face, as Sandra felt the wet heat of her sex and the thrusts of Eric and Jonathan’s cocks against her back as they continued to fuck her from both holes. Kristy watched eagerly as her mother’s lips parted, her tongue tentatively reaching out to touch her, and felt the pressure against her clit, knowing that Sandra was trying her level best to pleasure her as she was being used by the other two. She gripped her mother’s hair tightly, pulling her face closer as Sandra began to lose control, her hips bucking wildly against the hot, wet flesh she was sandwiched between.

Her mother was clearly overwhelmed, but Kristy wanted more and they had more than enough time to figure out what that looked like.

She kept grinding her hips against her mother’s face, feeling the wet heat of her sex and the pressure against her clit. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but she couldn’t help but crave it. Her eyes drifted over to Eric and Jonathan, watching them fuck her from below and behind her, their faces twisted in lust as they pounded into her.

Sandra’s body was a living, breathing sex toy, and Kristy revelled in the power she had over her. She tightened her grip on her mother’s braided hair, pulling her face closer, feeling the warmth of her breath on her skin. Sandra whimpered and moaned, her face bucking wildly against Kristy’s folds, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her as she tried to find purchase, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, her senses spinning in both pleasure and violation.

Eric and Jonathan looked up at Kristy, their eyes gleaming with lust, their chests heaving with exertion. They watched as their cocks thrust in and out of Sandra’s body, feeling the hot wetness of her sex against them, tasting her moans on their lips. They knew that Kristy was in control, as they held out long enough for her to cum first.