Angela and Mother_, Part 1 · Part 1 (1/2)
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A lousy $78. That's all this mugging had netted. John and I weren't overly thrilled. You'd have thought that rich people would've had more money on them when they were out on the town. Looking at the three of them I couldn't help but notice the figures of the two women despite the heavy mink coats they were wearing. The old lady, pushing 40, I guess, definitely had a figure because her mink had opened showing off her curves, even her face was pretty damn good for someone her age.
Looking through the old man's wallet I palmed the credit cards thinking I might be able to buy something totally worthless but expensive before he called them in as stolen. Throwing the wallet at his feet, he bent to recover it and then I saw his watch. A beauty and expensive from what I could see and as I grabbed his arm and ripped it from his wrist all hell broke loose.
You know how in a crisis time seems to almost stop and you can see every little detail, things you might not notice normally but for some reason at that moment they burn into your brain and even years later you can recall what happened. Well that's exactly how it was because as the daughter's scream rent the chill winter air of that dark alley the old guy pivoted like a ballet dancer and lunged at John. John had backed the daughter against the building and had opened her mink, thinking he'd grab a quick feel. The old man, screaming obscenities, grabbed John's arm trying to pull him from his daughter, but in so doing he had literally ripped the upper half of his daughter's dress from her body exposing her breasts. The daintiest frilly bra I had ever seen stood out like a beacon in that dim light and her nipples could be plainly seen pushing at the thin translucent material.
Every bit as quick as the old man had been, John twirled, pulling his gun from his waist band, and then, as if without thought and purely by instinct, he pushed it into the old guys stomach, pulling the trigger a couple of times. Blood went everywhere. The daughter, screaming hysterically, was weaving her arms about trying to brush the blood from her face and bosom and then her bra popped open as the dinky clasp between her breasts broke. As the old guy's body slumped to the snow covered pavement without a sound, John kicked him a couple of times screaming how the old fucker deserved what he got. "You stupid asshole.
I just wanted a feel but now I'm going to fuck your little girl's brains out. Can you hear me shit head? I'm going to fuck your little girl's brains out!" The old guy never moved, never made a sound but with spittle coming from his mouth and a last kick to the guys head John yelled again. "What's that you said? Don't forget your wife? Well, don't you worry, old bean, she'll get hers as soon as I'm finished with your little darling." Turning, he grabbed the daughter while yelling at me over his shoulder to bring the old bitch cause we were going to have some fun.
The wife hadn't made a sound, not when her daughter was screaming and not even when her husband had been shot. She hadn't uttered a sound the whole time John had been kicking the old guy and ranting about fucking his wife and daughter, and she still hadn't uttered a sound after I'd grabbed her and started down the alley.
For a second I wondered what in the hell I was doing, but then I remembered the daughters tits and thought why the hell not. Sure it would be rape but John had probably killed their father and husband so how much more trouble could we get into. And besides, a quickie appealed to me right then what with everything that had just happened in the last minute or so. Sinking further into the shadows John pushed the girl to the dirty alley and began ripping what was left of her dress from her slim form. Within seconds the only thing covering her even partially was her mink coat and she was laying on it. Prying her legs apart he knelt between them and with one hand clamped around one of her breasts he undid his pants, pulling his cock free.
Falling atop her he pushed his hips forward and with a satisfied sigh sank his cock into her unprotected pussy. Like a deranged manic he lunged into her screaming for her to fuck him. Her only movement was to throw an arm across her face and whimper as he grabbed her hips moving her body against his as he pounded into her. In hardly any time at all it was over and as he emptied his sperm into her he threw his head back groaning almost painfully. Climbing to his feet, he turned from the ravaged girl. He was smiling broadly at the mother, commenting that her daughter sure had a tight cunt.
With his cock still hanging from his open zipper he grabbed the mother with one hand while pushing me toward the still prone girl telling me to knock off a piece. Undoing my pants and pulling my cock free I fell between her still parted legs and as I pushed my lust hardened cock into her cum lubricated cunt I pulled her arm from her face and pushed my lips to hers plunging my tongue between her lips.
My hips were moving like a jack hammer as I pounded into her warm, soft, cum moistened cunt. With my mouth against hers my ragged breath went into her like I was giving her CPR and before I shot my wad I could have sworn that her body had began to respond to the fucking I was giving her. Rolling off her I looked toward John only to see the mother on her knees with Johns cock in her mouth. Climbing to my feet I walked toward them leaving the daughter laying in the filth and dirt of the ally where John and I had fucked her.
With his hands lightly atop the mothers head John was telling her what a great cock sucker she was and how she could suck his partner off too as soon as he finished fucking her daughter. Pulling his dick from her mouth he motioned me to his side saying that the mothers name was Elizabeth and that while mother dearest was licking my dick clean he was going to knock off another piece from the daughter.
To my surprise and without me saying a word the mother shifted slightly on her knees reaching out and as I edged forward slightly her hand closed softly, almost lovingly around my almost limp cum smeared cock. With what I could have sworn was a smile she moved her head to my crotch and began licking along the cum smeared length of my spent cock before taking it into her mouth. As she worked on my cock I looked over my shoulder at John who was again between the daughters legs and my cock jumped with excitement both from the warm sucking feeling of Elizabeth's mouth and the scene I was witnessing. John had the daughter up on her hands and knees his one hand tightly gripping her shoulder pulling her backwards while his other dug into her slim waist and he was buffeting against her widely splayed upturned ass cheeks looking for all the world like a mongrel dog taking his bitch.
Turning back to the mother and her wonderful mouth, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and then heard excited voices as people gathered about the body of the old man who had somehow and unbelievingly crawled from the alley. Pulling her hands from around my ass and stumbling backwards, I yelled to John and together we fled from the scene of the mugging and rape.
A few blocks away we ducked into a vacant building and began laughing as we excitedly recalled what had just happened and the close call at being discovered. Dividing the money and other shit we had gleaned that evening from the muggings we had done, John surprised me saying that he wouldn't mind getting another crack at those two rich bitches.
I didn't know at that time that he had taken the drivers license and house key from the daughters purse and that even as we sat there joking about how tight Angela's cunt was and how good the old lady sucked cock, John was making plans.
A few days later I got a call at work. It was John telling me to met him at 8:00 o'clock for a little fun and then he gave me an address. As I pulled to the curb I thought he had given me the wrong address, I was in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city and the house before me was one of the fanciest I had seen. Suddenly the passenger door opened and John slid in giggling about a repeat. Dumbfounded I listened as he told me about taking the daughters house keys and her drivers license and how for the last week he had been stalking Angela and Elizabeth.
"Listen Mike, wouldn't you like to get another piece of that rich bitch.? I know for a fact that the old lady is visiting her husband in the hospital and that Angela is all alone in that great big house. What say we pay her a visit? You know, keep her company while mommy is away?"
Fantasies of that night and how I'd thought she had started to respond to the fucking she was getting crept before me and before I knew it we were running from shadow to shadow making our way toward the almost dark house. Working our way around the house to the back door, John unlocked it and we slipped inside moving almost ghost-like toward the sound of the TV.
The flickering glow of its screen partially illuminated the living room as well as Angela as she lay sprawled on the couch. She was wearing a shear negligee, and even in the dim light of the TV, I had no trouble seeing the out line of her tits under the thin material. A thin almost nonexistent pair of panties covered her pubic mound and my dick sprang to attention. The remembrance of that night in the alley and how tight her cunt had felt even though I had gotten sloppy seconds leaped into my mind. I whispered to John that I wanted to go first. Without waiting for an answer I walked to the couch and before she had time to react, I clamped a hand across her mouth cutting off any sound she might have made.
"Hello sweetheart! Remember me? Well tonight we're going to finish what we started in that alley, only this time there ain't going to be anybody interrupting until we've had our fill of that tight cunt of yours. Do you understand, bitch?"
Removing my hand from her mouth, I stared coldly into her eyes. Her only reaction was to stare wide-eyed and frightened at me and then slowly shake her head yes. She simply lay there as John and I slipped the slinky negligee and skimpy panties from her body leaving her totally and wonderfully naked before us.
Slowly removing our clothes we then moved her legs apart, placing one leg across the back of the couch while letting the other foot fall to the floor. I climbed between her widely splayed legs, telling her to take my dick and guide it to her cunt. At first she hesitated, but when I hissed "Now!" she hurriedly placed her hand to my cock and with a soft whimper tightened her fingers around it, guiding me toward the promised land.
Lowering my face to hers and before plunging my tongue into her mouth I told her she would enjoy the next few hours and then feeling the head of my cock press against her pussy lips I lunged forward almost burying the full eight inches of my cock in her hot snatch. My hands closed over her tits as my mouth made contact with hers and then I began rutting like a wild beast. Breaking the kiss I pushed myself up while continuing to grope her breasts pinching and yanking on her nipples as if trying to tear them from her breasts. God she was tight and before I knew it, before I wanted it to happen, my cock erupted, sending my cum deep into her and then John was pulling me off laughing about now it was his turn to get sloppy seconds.
As he fucked Angela, I wondered into the kitchen looking for something to eat, but most of all to drink and as luck would have it I found a couple of six packs in the refrigerator. Walking back into the living room I saw that John was about to shoot his rocks so I pushed a cold bottle into the crack of his ass and he almost buried himself in her groin as he lunged away from the ice cold bottle. Moments later and looking almost like a whipped puppy except for the shit eating grin on his face he climbed from between her legs laughingly telling me he'd came so hard he thought he was pissing.
Standing above her as I drank my beer, I told her to clean herself and then walked away looking for anything of value. John, meanwhile, had found a camcorder and several tapes he thought might be skin flicks. He inserted one into the VCR just as she walked back into the room. As she sank to the couch the tape started playing, a blond was getting her brains humped out by one guy while a half dozen others stood around grinning and stroking their cocks. Before the tape played out the blond was fucked in a bunch of different positions but then for the finale she was sandwiched between three guys at the same time.
With Angela between us we guzzled beer, pinched and slobbered on her tits and finger-fucked her, whispering shit in her ear about getting gang fucked and how a hot cunt like her would probably get off servicing a bunch of horny studs like the bitch in the film, but before she went out and took on a bunch of strangers she needed a little more practice. Pushing her on to her back John crawled between her legs shoving his meat to her while I straddled her chest presenting my dick to her mouth as she stared at me through misted, frightened eyes.
When she didn't do anything, I twisted my fingers in her hair, pulling her head from the couch as she screamed in pain. I pushed my cock between her lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. For the next few hours we drank beer and fucked Angela every way possible, including her asshole. When we were too tired to continue we crammed a beer bottle in her cunt, telling her to fuck herself.
She was like a robot, doing everything we said without the slightest hesitation. As I sat on the couch with her hunched before me fucking herself with a beer bottle, John started taking pictures. Standing, I gripped her chin, lifting her face toward my groin as, what I swear to God was, a lustful glaze lit her eyes and without a word from me she leaned forward, opening her mouth to take me inside and then her lips clasped tightly about my dick, slavishly sucking and nibbling on my cock as John snapped picture after picture.
When I finally shot my wad John shot several close ups of her face as she obediently swallowed my cum, commenting as he took the pictures that the guys would never believe this if he didn't have proof. As we dressed I told her that we'd be watching her from now on, even when she went shopping, that when she least expected it we'd let her see us and when she did she would know it was time to give up some more of that hot pussy and that if she told anyone about our fuck sessions I would see to it that her mother, not her, was gang fucked by a bunch of blacks and wino's.
For the next three weeks John and I toyed with Angela, every few days letting her see us and by doing so we fucked her in some of the damnedest places. A couple of times in vacant mall stores and once in the woods and the mall parking lot but mostly we'd have her take us home so we could video tape our fuck feast. John especially got off telling her that our friends wanted to see us poor boys fucking her rich ass and that maybe one day we'd bring a few of them with us.
Everything came to a screeching halt when on our umpteenth visit there were two squad cars parked in front of her house. I'll have to admit that I figured the cops would be beating down my door any second and hauling my ass off to jail. When no cops showed up at my or John's door after about a week we again stalked Angela noticing that she had begun wearing some really provocative clothes and that she was always glancing about as if looking for and expecting us to appear. As paranoid as we were we just knew she was being used as bait to capture us. Settling instead on the mother we began following her about noticing that she no longer went to the hospital and figured the old guy had bit the dust little thinking that he might be at home and well on the road to recovery.
Instead, in our anger at not being able to fuck Angela we decided to carry out the threat on Elizabeth. The threat we had voiced weeks earlier to Angela about having her mother gang fucked by blacks and wino's. After about two weeks of tracking her every move, our chance came on the day she was supposed to go to the hair dresser. As she pulled onto the nearly deserted lane leading out of her rich protected neighborhood we pulled in front of her, slamming on the breaks. Leaping from the car we yanked her door open, pulling her toward our car and then sped away.
She didn't recognize us at first. Frightened and with tears welling from her eyes she pleaded to be let go, saying that she wouldn't tell anyone. When we didn't say anything she started screaming. Slapping her, John yelled at her to shut her fucking mouth telling her that all it was good for was sucking cock. At those words, recognition dawned on her and as if she had been slapped with a two by four she stared panic stricken at us saying it had all been a horrible mistake, she had only done it in the hope it would keep us from raping her daughter.
She began babbling at us that we hadn't killed her husband and that he was at home recovering and that all the police knew of that night was that we had stolen their money and shot her husband, they didn't even have a positive description, nor were they aware that Angela had been raped. With pleas to be let go she said if it was money we wanted her husband would pay whatever we wanted, but her ramblings fell on deaf ears Chuckling John asked if she hadn't noticed her daughters actions or style of clothes telling her that over the past few weeks we had been visiting Angela almost nightly and that she was becoming quite a little slut.
At first Elizabeth didn't believe it but as we vividly described the interior of her home she began to understand we weren't lying, and when we described our visits and how her sweet little girl debased herself, her head slumped and she whispered that she would do anything if only we would let her daughter alone.
"First off bitch, I don't believe a word about your old man being at home and I damn sure don't believe you didn't tell the cops about your little girl being raped. So what I want to know is why those plain clothes have been hanging around your house. I'll bet your fucking daughter snitched and they're just waiting for us to pay a visit so they can pinch us. Well shit like that ain't going to happen and I warned your daughter about it. As for you doing anything just to keep us from your daughter, well we'll see if your a woman of your word."
As I drove John ordered her to remove her under garments and then leaned over and slit both sides of her skirt almost to the waist. He then cut the buttons from her blouse telling her to tie it like a halter just below her boobs and show plenty of skin. With me guiding the car into the downtown section she sat between us with John slobbering on her neck and ears whispering nasty shit to her about her getting her brains fucked by a bunch of guys while fingering her snatch. Her only response was a soft repeated "no".
When I finally pulled to the curb, we exited the car. She struggled slightly as she looked about with frightened eyes at the run down dirty buildings and filthy garbage littered street, but then, silently and without fur
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