Mother and daughter in bondage

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sharon had the feeling that her entire body was floating around in that water which sprayed into her ass, doing all those strange things to her. She had gotten enemas before, when she was a child. How she had hated them. Certainly none of them had done this sort of thing to her! It had to be the combination of his prick sawing in and out of her mouth and that dude spearing her pussy, stretching her cuntwalls while the bonds kept her arms and leg in place.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhh…"

More and more juice flowed from her hot cunt, mixing with the water coming from her asshole and washing down her thigh. As she pressed her lips against Tommy's groin and felt his wiry cock hairs tickle the insides of her nostrils, the girl felt herself screwing up higher and higher along the sexual plane. Her pain and discomfort had become something else, another element in the pleasure she was feeling. Soon, Sharon began moving up and down on the wooden cock jabbing her cunt. After a few tentative tries, the girl knew where all the rough and smooth spots of that pole were and took advantage of them, feeling herself balancing her psyche between pleasure and pain, using one to increase the other. The stool scraped against the concrete floor again as her ass began bouncing more frantically up and down. Oh, oh, how the juice flowed from her now.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted.

Sharon began moving in an erotic rhythm, the dildo rubbing against her itching pussy more and more. The girl cried out, feeling her pussy flesh giving way before the relentless onslaught of the wooden dildo as she rose and fell, rose and fell on it, moving up and down like a merry-go-round horse on its supporting pole. The more she bounced up and down the hotter she became. And the hotter she became, the harder and more frantically Sharon sucked on Tommy's mouth-fucking prick.

"Uuuuuhhhhh!"

"That's it, baby, ride that thing, ride that mother while I fuck your Goddamned face!"

Sharon didn't have to be told what she already knew and wanted. Flattening her tongue out, the girl lapped up and down the young stud's cock, her tongue coated with the pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. Tommy was telling her all sorts of terrible things he was going to do to her and her mother now that he knew what was going on. The more he talked filthy to her, filling her head with all sorts of perverted images, the harder and more enthusiastically the girl sucked on his cock.

"Yeah, go for it, slut!"

Sharon felt her blood boiling like exploding gasoline in her veins. Her ears rang and buzzed with the hot pleasure racing through her. She thought she was going to explode with the pressure of delight whirling around and around in her belly.

"Mmmmfffff!"

The slick wooden cock had warmed now with the heat from Sharon's cunt. The more excited she became, the tighter and more frantically she worked her mouth over Tommy's prick. The smell of her tormentor's crotch, cock and balls became more and more enjoyable, reminding Sharon of the most expensive perfumes she had heard of.

"Yeah, go for it, ohhhhh, fuckin' shit yeah, go for it! Wonder if your old lady's this good."

Sharon's mouth made wet, sucking sounds as she slipped her tongue up and down, up and down his pistoning prick. She slipped her cunt up and down, up and down over that wooden stake. Tilting her cunt, first one way, then the other, the young blonde teen experimented with that pole, making sure the splinters and pounded-in nails touched her clit again and again. The pulsing itch that resulted nearly took her breath away. The girl bent her right knee a little more inward and brought her tongue down around the tiny piss slit at the top of Tommy's cockhead. She burrowed down, down until she could taste more cum oozing up from his balls.

"Jesus Christ!"

Sharon kept up her steady rising and falling motion on the wooden dildo as her lust mounted. Her aches and pains blended into a weird kind of mixture of wild pleasure. She wanted to be hurt more, wanted to feel the pricks of pain to heighten the erotic effects of the water showering into her ass.

"Yeah, go for it, you bitch!" Tommy shouted again, his hips pile driving his fat cockshaft down deep into her sucking throat.

"Mmmmfmmfffff!"

Sharon was past rational thought. The pressure in her belly was incredible, matching the pressure mounting in her cunt from that splintery wooden prick.

"Fuck… man, gonna shoot if you don't uhhh back off!"

Reaching down with one hand, Tommy slowed her mouth-fucking movements, sucking in deep lungsful of air to calm himself. Sharon couldn't share his desire to slow down. She had crossed the bridge of indecency long ago. Now she was a rutting, mindless, sluttish beast trying to satisfy the all-consuming sexual itch between her shivering thighs.

"Unnnnnffff!" Sharon moaned against Tommy's prick, the vibrations exciting the young stud a little more. The girl could taste the increased flow of his pre-cum, and she knew he was reaching a new level of excitement. Sharon slurped more frantically, her hips bouncing up and down in a new, wild rhythm. She was being driven by her own sputtering, sparking desire. She bobbed up and down the wooden prick harder and deeper, feeling it rummaging around in her gut. The tiny splinters bit into her cunt sheath, creating, instead of pain, only more pleasure. "Ohhhhh, yeah, bounce that butt…"

Sharon moaned again, her mouth sucking greedily, hungrily mouthing his prick as it banged harder and harder against the back of her throat. Yes, Tommy was ready to cum, ready to shoot his jizz down her throat! A rutting, wild, crazed animal by now, Sharon sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in and rubbing against the fat prick. Tommy threw his head back and started rocking from side to side as the girl kept teasing his sensitive purple, throbbing cockhead.

"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!" he grunted.

Sharon kept up her steady rising and falling on the wooden dildo, hardly feeling the tearing, ticklish splinters on the sides. She thought of that wooden stake, thought of it driving up past her womb to her heart, and went crazy. Her tiny pussy muscles spasmed itchily, grabbing onto that pole. There were times when the girl thought her cunt would snap it in half with its powerful spasms as she moaned against Tommy's cock again, those vibrations driving Tommy out of his mind.

"Fuck yourself on that thing, baby, come on, fuck yourself on it!"

Tommy didn't have to command Sharon any longer. She moaned wildly against the stud's prick, then cried out with a spit-flecked groan as she felt a sudden splatter of jizz against her throat.

"Ohhhhh, man, oh, man… go for it. Oh, baby, fuck it out!"

Her hips were going wild as she bounced up and down, gouging the insides of her spasming curt over and over again with that warm, thick wooden rod. The thought of being impaled and of being fucked in the ass with that cold water drove her out of her mind. Slivers of unspeakable delight showered through her pussy as more and more cum filled her mouth. Sharon tried swallowing some of the bleachy tasting stuff. But more seemed to follow, finally frothing out around her lips the way her spittle had. Oh she was a mess, a quivering, cunt-spasming mess as she bounced harder on that rod.

"Ohhhhh, baby…"

Sharon felt her orgasm peak like a thunderbolt. She felt the world exploding all around her as her body stiffened. She quivered in her bonds, feeling wild ecstasy shoot like burning napalm through her mind. Yes, yes, she could go on like this forever, having that thing stuffed up her ass while Tommy came in her mouth and while her cunt bounced over that wooden rod in her pussy.

"Man, that's good, real good," he sighed, smoothing his fingers over her face.

Sharon moaned, too, coming down from her sexual high. She felt her body relaxing and glowing, then felt the bonds even more as she tried to sag to the floor. The rope holding her ankle up high on the ladder and the metal cuffs hurt her so terribly now! She groaned, twisting her head and spitting out the mixture of spit and jizz when Tommy withdrew his softened cock. Standing back up straight, Sharon slipped her slackening cunt off the wooden dildo, moving back slightly while the water still kept sloshing into her shitter. Yes, it all contributed to her climax, to the wonderful cum that had blinded her to everything except Tommy and his mouth-fucking prick.

"Nice," he whispered.

The room was quiet except for the heavy panting of the two satiated people. As Sharon came down from her high a little more, she began to feel uncomfortable with the water shooting into her gut. She squeezed her ass muscles around the enema nozzle and felt a little better.

Tommy slipped back under her arms, moved around to her ass and grabbed the latex tubing, pulling it from her shitter slowly. He watched the girl shiver, her flesh puckering as the funnel-like nozzle slipped back, finally making her wrinkled asshole pucker outward until the device slid free.

"Gonna let you go," Tommy said, moving around and untying her ankles. Next came the clamps around her wrists. Sharon nearly fell forward, using what stamina she had to stay upright. Glancing down at the light pink marks around her wrists, she then moved to her clothing, bending down and picking it up slowly. As she dressed, she watched Tommy put away the pump, humming some tune as he worked.

He stepped in front of her just as she began to escape from the garage. Sharon felt his breath panting against her throat, and she backed away an inch or two.

"You can tell your old lady or not. I don't give a fuck. Just remember, my dad's pluggin' her so don't expect a whole lot of cooperation, okay?"

He lay a heavy hand on her shoulder, squeezing his fingers tightly, then releasing her. Sharon let out a shuddering sigh. Ducking under his arm, she escaped into the night.

"Oh, God," she whispered, rushing down the alley as if pursued by Satan himself. She was thinking all sorts of things. I don't… I won't, she kept promising herself as her feet pounded heavily down the narrow alleyway. Then, halfway back to her home, she stopped, breathing heavily, her eyes fastened on the glowing lights of the Harrington house. Oh how she wanted to burn it to the ground, destroy everyone in it. But the problem wasn't there. The problem was within her and her mother, that demon that peeked up whenever they weren't looking and made itself felt.

She leaned against a wooden fence, closing her eyes and sighing. Would she ever escape this trap? Could she ever, knowing the trap was herself? Sharon shook her head, wondering if her mother was through with Hank yet. Through with him? Sharon laughed softly, covering her mouth with both hands and walking slowly back to her house.

Was this all so bad? She had, after all, enjoyed herself. Oh, it was so confusing, so terribly confusing. How her cunt glowed still from that horrible, yet wonderful session with Tommy. That word again, session.

"I'll think about it tomorrow," Sharon whispered to herself, reaching her backyard and turning in. Yes, tomorrow, and perhaps her mother would tell her something about Hank. And then, all four of them? Sharon shook her head. My, what she was thinking as she entered the kitchen and closed the door behind her.