April could see her mother in her father's arms, dressed in only a sports bra and matching boy shorts. She marveled at her mothers' beauty, at her perfect body, only slightly larger in frame than her own, and of equal proportion.
“No,” Lisa whispered to no one in particular. Her voice low and heavy. She was breathing more rapidly now, and April could see her nipples pushing against the fabric of her bra.
With a single motion, Pierre pulled his wife's bra up and over her head, leaving it among the other clothes strewn on the floor. He did the same with her panties. She now stood naked in front of all, eyes large as silver dollars, nipples erect.
Lisa's body was almost a mirror image of her daughters. She had larger, full breasts, but they stood just as perky as April's. That perfect hourglass shape April enjoyed, was repeated in her mother. Her hard, tight belly made way to a neatly clipped pubic mound. Her long, luscious legs left the same perfect gap under her cunt. She looked more like April's sister than mother.
Smiling, Pierre stepped away from his naked wife. He, April and Shane ran their eyes up and down her beautiful body.
Shane stood, erect and hard, and walked slowly to her. Shane positioned himself behind April's mother. He began kissing her neck lightly, one hand gently exploring her perky tits.
“Oh, God,” April and her father heard escape Lisa, as Shane continued to touch her body.
Her head was turned slightly upward. Goose bumps covered her body. Shane continued. Shane's other hand had moved to Lisa's short, clipped pubic hairs, where it rubbed on them lightly, then moved between her legs. Lisa's legs were spread apart, shoulder width, when Shane's fingers made contact with her smooth, moist cunt lips. Lisa let out a short moan, but remained still, motionless. Shane's lips continued to lay kisses on Lisa's neck, still running his one hand over her firm tit, the other, now exploring the interior of his girlfriend's mother's moist cunt.
Lisa grew wetter by the second.
By now, April's hand was running the length of her father's smooth, erect rod while they both watched Lisa's face as Shane continued his molestation of her body. They could see that one of her hands had disappeared behind her, the forearm moving up and down vertically at the elbow. She was fondling Shane's massive cock.
April's mother pulled away from Shane's grasp and, turning toward him, slowly fell to her knees. Shane moved to give the spectators a full and complete view of what was to happen. Lisa swiveled on her knees to accommodate Shane's new position. Then Lisa cupped Shane's ball sack in one hand and began to lick his wide muffin head like a lollipop. Her tongue caressed and teased this stranger's cock head. Shane stood straight, legs apart, head down, watching his girlfriend's mother fellate him.
April released her grip on her father's cock and led him to where Shane was standing. She placed them almost shoulder to shoulder. She took her place on her knees in front of her father and began to pleasure him with her tongue.
Mother and daughter exchanged a glance, smiled, and returned to their work.
Lisa's head moved forward, taking Shane's mushroom of a head in and out of her mouth, continuing to gently massage his balls. Shane ran a hand through her hair but, in no way, interfered. More and more of his smooth, wide flesh member disappeared into her mouth, just to reappear seconds later. Lisa started to take Shane's entire length and width into her mouth and down her throat, her lips rubbing up against his mound on each down stroke. The hand that Shane once ran through her hair, now gripped it tightly, pulling and pushing to the motion of his hips. He was quickly reaching his ejaculation point.
Lisa felt the huge cock pass her lips into her mouth, then down her throat. Never once did she gag. She had done this enough times to have mastered the technique. She could feel the blood gorged veins that spiderwebbed this man flesh pulse in her mouth. She knew what was to happen.
With a grunt, Shane pulled Lisa's head into him with all his strength. A stream of hot, sweet, sticky cum shot into Lisa's mouth. He never felt her even attempt to pull back, rather, he saw her throat muscles working hard to swallow every drop of his seed. Even so, the pressure in Lisa's mouth, from his voluminous load, caused a white, thick froth to appear at the sides of her lips, then run down her jaw.
He saw that she had never, not even once, stopped swallowing the hot, white mass he had streamed into her mouth. Shane withdrew from his girlfriend's mother's mouth. He watched as she swallowed the last of his sweet, salty syrup, then look up at him, directly in his eyes.
“That was fucking amazing,” he thought to himself. He then looked to April, as she knelt in front of her father.
April had found it much easier, now, to accept her father's enormous, wide flesh club far down into her throat. She no longer gagged. She had taken all that had poured from the tip of her father's member, and swallowed it down.
Finished, she looked at her mother. Just as she had her father's cum drying at the sides of her mouth, so did her mother have Shane's cum drying on hers.
Without a word mother and daughter began to kiss deeply, tongues encircling each other, then licking off the white, dried cum from each other's face.
All four made their way to the large, king size bed and take differing positions in which to rest.
“I'm dying of thirst,” April laughed. The others joined in. After the cupfuls of her father's cum she had just swallowed, thirst seemed the last thing she would complain about.
April rose from the bed in all her youthful, naked beauty and went to the kitchen. She returned with four cold Coronas in her hands, cold sweat dripping down the bottles. Each drank deeply, enjoying the coldness and taste of the beer. They were tired, but far from finished.
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After finishing their beers and placing the bottles safely on the floor, Lisa reached out with her cold hand and wrapped in around Shane's still flaccid man meat. The cold sensation shocked him, but, in the same thought, aroused him. He took his cold hand and cupped Lisa's entire breast. The same sensation hit her and her nipples grew quickly erect. Shane and Pierre drew the two girls to the floor and onto their hands and knees, facing each other. Mother and daughter were able to look into each others faces, their eyes and their lips. A longing for each other's bodies flashed between them.
Both Shane and Pierre, also on hands and knees, took their places behind the two. Their tongues began to probe and tease, both cunt and anus, of their partner. With eyes closed, Lisa and her daughter moaned softly with every touch, gyrating slightly, pushing back their exposed womanhood to their tormentors.
Lisa felt Shane's tongue enter and leave, both her now moist cunt and her lubricated anus. She revealed in the pleasure. She could hear her daughter's moans and knew her husband was doing the same to her daughter.
The thought of this, and that of her daughter's boyfriend licking her so intimately, brought her to a massive orgasm. With her body tense, she felt flood after flood of her honey dew stream from her body. She shuddered at each burst of her sweet, sticky cum.
Shane held his face tightly to Lisa's cunt lips, downing everything that poured from it. The fluid was sweet and viscous, covering his greedy face as his tongue shoveled more and more of this precious essence into his mouth, and down his throat. Lisa continued to push her cunt back, hard, into his face, rocking her hips side to side like someone squeezing juice.
Shane was so hard his cock threatened to tear out of its own skin. He moved to a kneeling position and took Lisa's hips hard in his hands.
Shane looked at Pierre. He saw that father and daughter were already fucking wildly. Sweet, soft moans of “Oh, daddy” fell from April's lips at regular intervals. Her father's eyes were closed, head tilted up slightly, hip hammering his girlfriends tight, sweet cunt.
Without pleasantries, Shane drove his hard, mammoth, cock as deep as was possible into Lisa's sopping cunt. Her back arched and a high pitched “Oh” escaped her mouth. With motions that mimicked a pile driver, his hips slammed into Lisa's hard, smooth ass. His enormous cock speari
ng her to her furthest depths. Lisa's yelps of “Oh” continued each time he buried himself deep inside her.
Shane's hands were now gripping Lisa's shoulders hard, leveraging each hard, deep thrust of his huge cock, as it slammed into her to the bone. His moans had now drowned out all hers.
The two women, in a lustful fit to take all of the pleasure being forced upon them, began kissing each other's lips and making out furiously. Their tongues tangled, twisted and explored one another's mouths.
The two men, watching this sexy scene unfold, looked to each other and smiled, each instinctively reaching up and high-fiving each other as they fucked the two women mercilessly.
Several minutes of moaning, fucking and sensual kissing elapsed. As Shane he continued to fuck Lisa hard, he saw Pierre's face. He was cumming.
April felt herself fill with her father's hot semen. She wanted it all. Pushing back against him, she began to grind her ass and cunt into her father's mound, all the time moaning with an ecstasy she had never experienced before this. Her father was not only fucking her, he was pumping her full of his hot, sticky cum. As her father continued to fill her tight cunt with his hot, viscous fluid, she was having multiple orgasms. Her cum trying to leave her body met her father's cum, pumping inside her. Both of their bodies shook uncontrolably.
Pierre felt sprays of honey dew and his own cum hit his groin and belly, then run down around his cock and balls, to dry on his thighs. He held his daughter's hips tightly against him, while pushing himself inside her with all the strength he could find. He saw the rich mix of cum and honey dew reflecting light as it covered his daughter's tiny ass. With a final push, he was spent.
Meanwhile Shane's load exploded from him like a fire hose being opened. His hands jumped from Lisa's shoulders to her hips, where he held tightly. Lisa moaned a long “fuuuuuck meeeee!” as she was filled with his hot, milky fluid.
Rather than push against each other until they both were still, the two continued to fuck. Shane withdrew an inch, then slammed back into Lisa's flooded cunt rapidly. With each thrust his cum and her honey dew, poured from her cunt, dripping to the floor. After Shane had expended all he had, he withdrew completely from Lisa's dripping cunt.
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The four laid as a pile of limbs on the floor. Mother and daughter caressing each other's faces, and gently kissing. Pierre and Shane exchanged glances. All four crawled to the bed, and each found a place to rest. Silence filled the room. It was April who finally broke the silence.
“Um, guys,” she started. “I think Shane should move in with us, don't you?”
Laughter burst from every throat. How could they ever let him leave after this?
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THE END
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Becka opened her front door and picked up the newspaper. She made her way back to the kitchen, sat down and opened it.
“Fuck,” she thought. “Not again!”
The headlines read “Another Girl Goes Missing.” This was the fourth woman in as many weeks.
The cops had nothing, bupkiss, squat. It was as if they had disappeared from the face of the Earth. There were no clues whatsoever. They had disappeared from different areas, at different times, on different days. Their bank accounts hadn't been touched. No credit card usage. No cell phone usage. No bodies had popped up. The cops couldn't even track the cell phones. No signal.
“This is a strange one,” Becka thought, sipping her coffee. “A fucking strange one.”
Becka was a P.I., and a good one. She had taken up these missing persons cases as a private investigator.
She had seen all the reports the cops had. The women couldn't have been more dissimilar. One was a cashier, one a hair stylist. The other two were both local students. The only common thread was that all four of these women were childless. None of them had ever been pregnant. The cops called this coincidental. Becka did not.
She was determined to find these women, alive and well.
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Far above her, in a high Earth orbit was a ship. A genuine spaceship. It resembled a weight from a barbell set. It was approximately 300 meters in diameter and 100 meters thick.
The outer skin of the ship absorbed all radio and microwaves, as well as depicting an image of the space it occupied. It did this so well it was unobservable to even the strongest telescopes.
The ship's interior was divided into multiple “rooms” of multiple sizes.
In its center was a core. This provided everything the crew needed to survive and repair the ship, when necessary. The crew was small, numbering only 21 members. The majority of the rooms were used as laboratories. The core could create any machine the crew required.
They were not here, orbiting Earth, by mere chance. They were here for a reason.
From several interior rooms sounds could be heard. Moans of some sort. Human moans.
**********
Becka had seen everything that was available regarding the missing girls. She even spoke to the local newspaper reporter, trying to find something–anything–that could help her find these girls.
Again, nothing.
She set out to visit all the locations these girls were abducted from. So far she had only seen one.
She had read the police reports and couldn't find any common element with these locations.
“But, what the fuck, I might as well take a gander,” she thought to herself.
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The last thing Tanya remembered was walking out of work, heading to her car. The next thing she knew she was here–wherever here is.
She was scared, very scared. She found herself completely naked. She looked down, only to notice her pussy hair was gone. In fact every semblance of hair from her sideburns down were missing. There was no razor burn or tingle from a chemical hair remover. It was as if they had never existed.
Tanya was a petite girl in all respects. Standing only 5' 2” in height, her body was perfectly proportioned for her size. She was athletic with a toned belly and an even harder, tight ass. Her tits were small domes protruding from her chest. Her nipples pink and hard. She was a beauty devoid of all hair except her long crimson locks.
Tanya was shackled to a wheel, approximately 2.5 meters in diameter. It had four spokes attached to a center cylinder.
Her hands were bound at the wrist, her feet by the ankles, by something that looked like the tentacle of an octopus. It shone with an off-green color with tinges of light brown, but these tentacles were perfectly shaped bands with a standard width.
She looked around the room she was in. It had a rounded wall directly opposite of her with the other two walls angled in toward her. The ceiling and floor followed suit. She was reminded of a slice of pie after the first forkful had been taken. A blunted triangle.
Light filled the room, but she could see no source. It seemed the walls themselves were luminescent. It was warm, like a day on the beach.
She could see that the wheel she was bound to was made from metal. It shined in the l
ight, but this metal was warm, not the cold steel she expected.
Another thing caught her attention. The walls, ceiling and floor were seamless. She could see no breaks. It was as if this room had been stamped out of a single piece of steel.
She became even more frightened by what she saw next.
Tanya was startled when she heard a soft “whirring” sound come from the floor directly beneath her. A small panel on the floor opened silently and an apparatus rose from beneath the floor.
She was mesmerized with fear.
The machine was a telescoping rod attached to an articulating arm with ball joints, making it able to move anywhere on all three axises. At the end of the rod was a black cylinder, about 10” long and 3” wide with a rounded tip. Covering this appliance were small domes, like bumps on a dill pickle. However, these bumps were completely uniform in size and placement. They covered the cylinder's circumference in ring formations, ending approximately 3” away from the rounded tip.
Tanya could see the reflection of oil, or some other lubricant, oozing down the entire cylinder. She recognized the device as a large dildo.
Her pupils widened in anticipation.
The ebony rod began to telescope vertically upwards from the floor, in line with Tanya's cunt. Once it was mere inches from her body, its rise slowed, but continued.
Seconds later she felt the rounded tip of this monstrous machine touch her cunt lips. The cylinder passed through her lips and began to insert itself inside her, slowly–very slowly.
Tanya could feel this “thing” inside her, moving further into her vaginal canal, spreading it open just by its sheer width.
She gasped to the flood of sensations she felt. To her it was like being fucked by a horse. Tanya closed her eyes hard as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her pussy.
Once it had reached the deepest point inside her, it stopped. The rounded tip pressed hard against her G-spot. All she could do was pant like a dog in heat, trying to regain control over the intense pleasure the machine had over her.
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