Mom's Lessons: Chapter Two
I couldn't believe what was happening to me as Markale allowed the guys in the
back of the car to paw me as the one in the front seat pushed me over. There
was no way for me to get completely over the bench seatback but I was trapped
halfway - my body bent at the waist with my head being held down and my mouth
covered. From this position, my breasts and face were constantly groped from
the boys in the back as my mouth was covered by someone's hand while the
remaining gang member in the front seat mauled my backside. Markale was
laughing while I struggled but he just kept driving. I couldn't believe he was
letting this happen to me!
In seconds, my top and bra were completely removed, literally torn off my body,
allowing for fingers to rub and pull at my hanging breasts. I felt someone grab
the back of my head by the hair and push down. I hadn't realized that my eyes
were closed but I opened them in time to see the boy in the middle opening his
pants and pulling out his once again completely ridged black cock. The hand
covering my mouth was wasn't removed but the fingers opened and slipped across
my tightly clenched teeth. Only then did I smell the thick musky scent of sex,
knowing that the smells were from the rapes I had this boy perform on my bitch
mother! I almost gagged as I tried to close my lips but my head was quickly
pushed lower and the cock in front of me slammed into my mouth, forcing it all
the way open, burying itself deeply. I had every intention of biting it off
when I felt the hands pulling down wet panties and slipping into my still soaked
pussy.
"Well, what the fuck? Little Ms. Leave-Me-Alone is all hot and wet for us,
guys! And it looks like Mark-man, here, is gonna help us git wid it!" I gasped
as the fingers fucked me slowly while an arm pulled one of my legs to the side
to provide a lewd access: Markale's arm! While driving with one hand, he was
actually helping his 'homies' rape me! Shock silenced me as the hand on my head
began to rhythmically work my head up and down, using my face to pleasure a
stranger's cock. And it didn't take long before I tasted the same musky odor
coming from the crotch ground against my face: once again the taste of the rapes
I had allowed for my mother. As I started to cry making me gag on the cock
sliding in and out of my mouth, I felt a new sensation between my legs. Someone
(It had to be the other boy because the car was still moving and Markale must
have been driving even though he still one of my legs locked from the thigh
using a arm) was now eating me out! OMG, I had just been fucked by Markale and
this guy was thinking I was getting excited by all the pawing from the group. He
didn't know he was burying his face in a pussy his buddy had so recently fucked!
I almost laughed through my tears but the constant grunting from the guy
spearing my mouth, the loud encouragement from the others, the probing of my
tits and nipples, and now the face between my legs created so much confusion and
distress I couldn't manage to coordinate any coherent thought, much less
defensive action. As most of my struggles calmed down to simple avoidance of
pain and choking, I actually did start to feel the sexual pleasure from the
mouth between my legs. I couldn't believe it was happening and tried to squirm
away from the lips and tongue even as I began to feel the tension rise deep
within my loins.
The sudden slowing of the car and the familiar double bumping of a car's wheels
hitting a residential curb saved me from the humiliation of an extremely
unwanted orgasm. The car slowed then the light diminished as we entered some
structure I couldn't see from face down in the backseat. Markale released my
leg and the face was pulled from my pussy as I was pulled back over the seat to
the front of the car and dragged towards the passenger door. I was trying
vainly to keep my breasts covered (not worrying about my bottom since my skirt
was still on me, at least.) as I was roughly led out of the car and into what
looked like a home garage. This one was brand new and it smelled of raw fresh
wood and concrete. I was all but carried to the door from the garage to the
house, and, when it was opened, I suddenly knew where I was. I had been taken
to the furnished model home of a new housing tract.
"OK you punks, listen up!" Markale admonished. "Don't mess up the rest of the
house! We have to put it all back in order after our little party and I only
want to be responsible for messing up the sheets in the master bedroom, all
right?"
There were shouts of agreement and I finally had a chance to look Markale in the
eyes. He grinned at me and mock-whispered, "So, how did you like your little
ride? Me and the boys are gonna have to get some more riding done before you go
back home to mommy!" This was greeted with loud laughter and I struggled in the
bear hug that had my arms pinned to my side. I know my face held a look to kill
but Markale didn't seem to care a bit about that. Now, I saw the look of a
predator with prey at hand. The excitement of his raw and unpredictable nature,
which had attracted me to him when all my girlfriends said he was trash, was now
seen in its full glory. That's when I realized just how much trouble I was in.
Dragged kicking and screaming through the kitchen and living room, I could still
see that the model was completely furnished and stocked as if someone were
already living there. Markale paused in another room to fiddle with something
and suddenly loud rap music filled the house. I had always been a fan of some
of the raunchiest lyrics of that type and I was now going to get to hear it all
while being molested by a gang of my boyfriend's! Now the tears did begin to
flow and I couldn't help sobbing aloud. Markale came over to where I was being
held and kissed me so tenderly it felt like a slap. For him to such a gesture
of love while encouraging and participating in my gang rape was the cruelest
thing I have ever witnessed. Then I thought about how excited I had gotten when
I saw these same boys ramming their cocks into my mom. That brought fresh tears
to me eyes but they were ignored and the eager boys once again started dragging
me towards the master bedroom while the 2 Live Crew's song, "Pop Da Pussy",
blared from another room.
The master bedroom was also completely furnished but it was a mess: the floor
was strewn with empty beer cans, some of which had been spilled on the shag
carpet; there were ashtrays with roach clips still holding the leftover joints
they'd been used to smoke; and the bed was a wreck, with most of the linens
pulled back roughly and hanging on the floor. What I noticed which made my
heart sink was the huge stain in the middle of the bed. One of the boys saw me
looking at it and said, "Yeah, baby! You'll be adding some juice to that spot,
won't you?" The laughter almost drowns out the repetitive bass thumping
throughout the house. I looked again at Markale and my eyes begged him to put
an end to this. He slowly shook his head as if he'd read my mind and said:
"Get her on the bed and open her up. I want to get her first."
And with that, my skirt was ripped open and off and I was pinned nude,
spread-eagle on the king sized bed, my crotch just above the disgusting stain.
Markale didn't even bother to strip. He opened his pants and pulled them down
far enough for his massive erection to be freed and climbed on top of me. The
music was so loud I couldn't even hear if I was screaming; my mouth was open and
I thought I was but I know I yelled when he pressed the head of his cock against
my wet pussy's lips. And, while his friends held me there, he rammed his cock
into me, slamming his entire weight behind it and hitting the tender back of my
vagina. It hurt like hell and felt nothing like the fucking we'd happily
enjoyed before. I mean I was always warned that black guys had bigger cocks but
I had known that to be a rumour. Now I was very clearly getting the impression
I had been wrong. Markale was bigger and thicker than anything I had felt
before, including the toys I had played with while sleeping over at girlfriend's
houses. I was screaming my head off and struggling as hard as I could to get
him off me, out of me. But I was no match for the boys holding me down and my
struggles just seemed to make them all more excited. There were constant shouts
of encouragement and laughter, comments about how my body looked while I was
being fucked, occasional fingers probing under my butt and over my breasts when
Markale lifted up to allow it. On and on he rammed his cock into me, rocking
from side to side as if trying to ream me out and make me wider or simply feel
my pussy stretched in every possible direction. Worse, since he had cum when we
fucked watching the gang rape of my mother, he was hard as iron and had no
immediate urge to cum again. He just pounded me on and on.
It didn't take long for me to completely tire of the fruitless struggle and I
stopped doing anything except trying to steel myself from the continual assault
on my body. Sweat was soon pouring off Markale as his body repeatedly tensed
and released, rhythmically slapping his belly against mine, his loins meshing
with my soft pubic flesh. With my head almost continually bounced forward and
back, I couldn't see the other boys well but I could feel them grabbing at any
exposed portion of my body, pinching, poking, prodding me as Markale kept up his
pace.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt that familiar stiffening of
Markale's body and with a few final ferocious thrusts, he pounded his cumming
cock all the way to the hilt inside my vagina, pressing it there while it shot
it's thick stream all throughout my tender inner tissue. I felt his cock pulse
as he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure, just like the way he used to do it when
we spent time fucking, each time we saw one another. I felt Markale's hands
tighten on my ass while he ground down into me for the deepest pleasure of the
rape.
Letting the last of his cum dribble into my pussy, Markale opened his eyes and
grinned down at me.
"Baby, that was the best fuck of my life! Your pussy was even better when it's
primed by a quick fuck first!" The guys all laughed and he yanked his limp
prink from me, slopping cum against my thighs.
"Damn! Look at that hole! Da bitch been fucked, fo sho!" one of the thugs
exclaimed. "Now, who gets the next ride?"
Markale looked down at that boy's stiffly upturned cock and gestured towards me,
"Looks like you're ready, huh?" he laughed. "Climb on, strap yourself in and
get ready for the screw of your life!"
"Nooooo!" I screamed at him. "You don't need to let them do this to me! I
thought you loved me and look at what you're allowing them to do!" I tried to
plead with him but the punk he picked was already over me and I felt his cock
slipping through the cum on my pussy's lips and running all the way into me. He
wasn't as big as Markale was but he also was hard as rock. Also his body was
shorter but stockier so, as he positioned himself on my prone body, his leering
face was very close to mine and I turned my head away from it, closing my crying
eyes. In seconds, he was fucking me with long violent strokes, each one
sounding like a wet slap. I immediately felt cum splattering all over my crotch
while the boy fucked me eagerly.
"Sounds like 'pound cake' to me, niggas," he said inducing another round of
laughter. "There's no need for the KY with this bitch!" My crying redoubled as
I submitted to the second assault. I could feel each and every inch of the cock
raping me: the bloated veins and cap of his penis were easily identified as they
rubbed against my lips and the interior of my cream-filled pussy. More and more
of Markale's cum was forced out and down the crack of my ass, making a fresh
puddle where the older stains lay. While he rutted my body like an animal in
heat, I thought of the spot on the bed again. How many girls had been brought
here? How many times had they been raped before the gang had finally had
enough? Were they just dropped off at home afterwards? How many sneaked to the
'free clinic' to get the morning after pills or hoped night after night for
another onset of their periods? This last thought actually scared me more than
any other and I clinched up in sudden terror. The boy raping me felt it and
lost control, forcing brand new waves of cum into me. He slammed a few more
thrusts on my body and slid is spent prink out while he climbed from between my
legs.
I opened my eyes, my heart hammering rapidly with the thought of getting
pregnant from one of these punks (One? Which one? Would I even care?)
Suddenly I looked around and didn't see Markale. For some reason this escaladed
my panic and I started screaming and struggling again. This did nothing but get
the punks excited once more and two guys opened my legs wider for a big guy to
climb between them.
"Where's Markale?" I screamed at them.
"What's the matter, bitch? You need to see him watching you getting fucked?"
one replied. "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE, YOU ASSHOLE?" I was yelling at him like my
life depended upon it and I suddenly knew why: I was foolishly thinking that
Markale would somehow keep these fools in check. What a dumb thing to think!
But I was in full panic mode now and that was the most important thing on my
mind. For some reason, the boy on top of me paused and they quieted until one
of them told me:
"Your boyfriend went to get some more pussy. In fact, while you were cumming so
hard you didn't notice he left, he made some calls and there's going to be a
bigger party here than we planned. You may need a bit of that KY anyway after
tonight!"
They all started laughing again while the next boy on me repositioned himself
and rammed his cock into my abused pussy. This one was as thick relatively as
the boy was fat. It was like stuffing me with a baseball bat! I looked up at
him in terror and he said, "OK, Baby! Here's what you've been waiting for!"
And, with that, he began the now-familiar grab and push of a man raping a woman.
But this time, the cum wasn't enough to lubricate me. This guy was huge and it
pulled my pussy almost inside out when he pulled back the first time. All the
guys noticed that I was in new and major distress and suddenly the room got a
lot quieter while they watched and listened to the sounds of me being raped
again. I was able to get short glances at the others and they were more intent
than ever. All of their cocks, including the one that had already raped me,
were ridged and jutting almost straight up. And straight up went the one
fucking me - straight up and back out again, over and over, pulling my pussy
apart while forcing all the cum previously pumped into me out and down my
backsides. I was barely able to breathe as this fat slob reamed my body,
rutting like a goat and glaring at me. He knew just how much pain he was
causing and he wanted to give me every bit he could. I was gasping for air when
his body stiffened and his huge cock lurched deep within me, cumming hard enough
for me to feel it like something alive poked into me. He ground the last of his
cum into me and pulled out slowly, looking down at his dick, which was streaked
with white.
Someone turned down the stereo and I heard noise from the other rooms in the
house. The thought of what they'd said about more people coming to rape me
didn't have long to gnaw at me: the talking rapidly got louder as they
approached the bedroom and, when they finally got to the door, the whoops and
hollers from both the hallways and the room forced me to look towards the door.
I saw Markale first. He was grinning like a fool and pulling someone behind
him. And OMG! There was mom! She was dressed in a house robe but clearly had
nothing on beneath it. She was more put together than when I'd seen her last but
it was clear that she hadn't been allowed to do much: there was no cum on her
face but there was no make-up either. She was more pale than usual but that
changed dramatically when she spotted me held down nude on the filthy bed. At
first I thought it was embarrassment or shock. I realized it was fury even
before she spoke:
"You worthless little tramp", she said with quiet venom. "You had me gang raped
just to punish me for making you act like a responsible teenager?"
"No..." I started but Markale's laugh silenced me even as the lie was passing my
lips. I hadn't noticed the camera was now hooked to the bedroom's VCR and
television until he moved behind two of his gang and turned it on. The scene
was mom lying on her bed in shock right after the rapes. The picture was jumpy
as the camera was moved and then you could see the bedroom window where Markale
was standing behind me with a look of slutty satisfaction on his face, mirroring
the same look on mine as we both gazed at mom through the window. I hadn't
noticed the camera was still running as they moved it.
"Baby, I told your momma all about your little plan as soon as I came back to
see her. By then, she'd had some suspicions but this little scene on the tape
sure clears all doubt, doesn't it?" Markale said with a smirk.
"You bastard!" was all I could say as the room erupted in laughter once again.
Things only got quiet when mom spoke again:
"Well, look at you, whore! It looks like you got a bit of your own medicine!
The only problem is that I didn't get to see it happen like you did. I don't
know if I can get off watching my daughter get the shit fucked out of her but
I'm willing to try!"
"No! Mom, please! I'm sorry..." I started but she raised a hand and it
silenced me like a slap.
"Markale? I don't want to have to stand up outside the house and look through a
window like my slut daughter did with you. How about bringing me a chair?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! How could she be so cruel - as cruel as
I had been to her? When Markale smiled at her and nodded, I started screaming.
I couldn't help it.
"Someone cover my bitch daughter's mouth and let's see her getting her slutty
twat fucked up!"
That was all that the boys needed to start once again. A hand was pressed
against my lips and I was grabbed from everywhere at once. My nipples were
pulled harshly; a finger went all the way up my ass, tearing me like a knife;
more fingers went into my pussy and began fist-fucking me; and I saw my mom
smile as she sat down at the foot of the bed, her vantage point perfect for
seeing me raped.
The boys holding my legs lifted them at the knees and brought them almost to a
sitting position before spreading them widely. Then I heard Markale say 'wait'.
He motioned for the rapists to pull me through the pool of cum and bring my
pussy right up to the foot of the bed. My splayed crotch was less than two feet
from my mom's furious eyes and she took a long look before spitting on my pussy:
"Fuck her harder than you raped me."
"You heard her, boys! Let's get busy!" And, with that, one of the punks walked
up to me crotch and slammed his cock all the way into me while standing right in
front of my mom. My muffled screams resounded through the room despite the hand
over my mouth and the punk used his stocky legs to slam into me with all the
power of an ox. It soon knocked most of the wind out of me and smashed my pussy
lips into my hipbones with such force the boys holding me had to struggle to
keep me positioned. I couldn't keep my eyes opened it hurt so much and I was
crying hysterically, also making it hard to breathe. Things started to get dim
and someone uncovered my mouth long enough for me to gasp a bit of air just
before my head was yanked harshly to the side and a cock was pressed between my
lips. I almost gagged it went in so deeply but I couldn't tell which rape
caused me the most pain or my rapists the most pleasure. Together they rode my
helpless body until they began to feel their orgasms coming. And with that,
they redoubled their thrusts, pinning me between them and cumming furiously into
both my mouth and pussy. I heard my mom laughing and clapping while they
drained themselves in me.
"Nice work, boys. Who wants to be next?" Hearing my own mom say these things
was chilling beyond belief! I was still gasping for air when the next guy (a
new one to the "party" who had obviously gotten there late) opened his pants and
whipped out a cock that brought gasps from the room. I was horrified! Never in
my wildest nightmares had I ever thought such a thing existed. Worse, the guys
in the room all seemed to agree, swearing out of sheer admiration. Mom actually
stood up and moved to the side of the bed to get a better look at it raping me.
The boy proudly stroked it with both hands for a moment, savouring the look of
fear on my face, and pushed the huge thick head down to my cum-streaked
pussy-lips. I regained enough presence of mind to tighten up completely just
before he lunged forward. Not a good move on my part! That massive tool ripped
into me as if I'd been aroused, opening me wider than the probing fingers had,
wider than any cock that had raped me so far, wider than I could stand. I
screamed over and over again while the boy took long deep strokes into my pussy.
The punks holding me were all silent now and the look of awe on my mom's face
was sickening. I don't think even she believed something so monstrous could
actually be forced into anyone's pussy. She began to pant and murmur (just like
I did while watching her rape) and then I saw the unspeakable: Markale moved
behind my mom and wrapped his arms around her. He had dropped his pants and was
nude as he fondled her breasts through her robe, then opened it, exposing her
pendulous tits. My boyfriend was molesting my mom while watching me be brutally
raped with his friends!
Mom finally noticed she was being played with and gasped, trying to pull
Markale's hands away from her body. But the boys next to her were used to
getting unspoken commands from their leader and they quickly pulled mom's arms
away from her body, allowing Markale to completely open her robe, exposing her
dark, still cum-smeared pubic hair. She began to struggle more earnestly and I
was almost feeling more sorry for her than furious at my "boyfriend". Then the
boy raping me leaned into his thrusts and I was hammered impossibly deeply,
bringing fresh tears and screams from me. I was staring at him as he tore me
apart: the boys holding my legs open for him were both fixated on the
point-of-entry which was causing me such agony. The rest of the guys in the room
were talking quietly, stroking their cocks, or watching what was happening to
mom.
When I dared to look back at her, she wasn't there! Suddenly I felt the bed
shift under me and was shocked to see that my nude mom was being positioning by
my head! She was still enraptured with the violent sight of her daughter
getting raped with such force and she seemed to be almost sleep-walking through
whatever Markale was planning for her to do.
In seconds, I knew.
With my mom's legs spread on either side of my head, my upward view was right
into her messy pussy! I barely had time to grab a breath before she brought her
wet crotch down on my face! I could hear the guys in the room all getting into
what they were now seeing but I could still hear mom when she said: "Eat it,
cunt."
At that moment, my rapist had felt and seen enough. He rammed into me harder
than ever before and held his cock all the way inside, stretching my pussy to
the max and cumming wave after wave of his thick jizz all the way to my womb. I
couldn't help opening my mouth to scream and was rewarded by mom rubbing her
twat down hard between my lips, covering my mouth and face with the last of the
cum from her rapes. I was gagging with the vileness of having my mom pussy on
my mouth and nearly in convulsions from the intense orgasm the rapist was having
in me.
Mom lifted up and looked down at my fouled face and smiled sweetly.
"See? That's how you show your love to your momma, whore!" She started to crawl
back from my face as the last of the cum was pumped into my pussy but she was
stopped and bent forward with a gasp. And, right over my face, Markale rammed
his cock into my mom's pussy with a violent thrust. Mom screamed and struggled
but the punks were easily able to hold her in place while she was raped again.
I couldn't look. I couldn't look away. Mom's struggles were soon forgotten as
yet another cock was rubbed between my legs and plunged into my lewdly spread
pussy. I felt some of the cum from the previous rapes gushing out of me around
the stiff penis and looked down but was unable to see who was raping me now
because mom's huge breasts obscured my vision.
Markale didn't go easy on her. He raped her with intensity and I found myself
responding to the disgusting visual despite myself. Then it all went from bad
to worse and the cock was yanked out of me and buried in my virgin ass! The
pain was so bad I couldn't catch my breath to scream any more. I wouldn't be
heard over mom's screams anyway. I was certain that I was being torn in two;
the pain was beyond description. Just as I knew it couldn't get any worse, the
cock was pulled back! It felt as though I was being turned inside out! I found
my voice and jerked upward as I screamed bloody murder. I accidentally slammed
my head into my mom's bush and I heard her gasp and Markale groan with pleasure.
The cock was pushed back all the way into my butt and the rapist began to fuck
my ass like my mom's pussy was being fucked: with utter disdain for any pain
caused. I found my body tensed from had to toe and pinned tightly while the
steel-like cock rammed in and out of me. I could imagine what my mom was seeing
but I never would have imagined what happened next: she came, hard and fast.
Groaning and moaning like a schoolgirl getting laid in the backseat of a car,
she bucked and rocked back against Markale's cock and he soon joined her in
orgasm. Cum was gushed into her pussy and much of it was 'pulled' out of her
with each outbound stroke, dripping then splattering all over my face. They
both moved together for a long moment, savouring their releases. Then Markale
pulled out of her and someone else plowed in.
Finally the cock in my ass grew in width and I felt the end of the rape coming
as the throbbing of my butt was joined by the throbbing of the cock ejaculating
into it. The boys started to make noise again and showed their appreciation
with high-5's and slaps on the back. With a sudden popping sound, the cock was
ripped from my ass and I was able to feel just how much anal rape hurt. The
entry was nothing compared with the exit! I was almost pulled off the bed and I
was sure my intestines were still wrapped around his limp prick. Again, things
began to dim and, this time, they darkened completely. When I came to, I was
being raped lying beside my mom, who was also being raped. She didn't look at
me and I turned away from her and looked into the eyes of yet another man who
was sliding a stiff cock in and out of my body. I was grunting involuntarily,
as was mom, and we lay there and took rape after rape after rape. When they
lifted mom's legs to expose her ass, I wasn't shocked to see that her asshole
was bright red and dripping cum. I wasn't even shocked not to hear her scream
as a cock was slammed up her butt. But I was shocked to find that I couldn't
pass out when someone stuck another penis up mine.
I lost all track of time and simple lay on my back while scores of men and boys
raped mom and me. When they finally started to slow down, I didn't even care
anymore. I was so humiliated and sore I couldn't begin to care. The last guy
finished cumming in me and nobody climbed on for another turn. But it was more
than an hour before they finished with mom. They seemed to enjoy raping her
full-figured body a lot more than my petite one. When they'd finally had enough
of her, they brought her to her knees again and positioned her full pussy over
my face once more. They told her to push cum out while telling me I was a slut,
a whore, a tramp. She really seemed to get into it after a while and I was far
too numb to be concerned about what she thought of me. When she couldn't push
any more cum out and into my face, they squatted her down hard and moved her
back and forth on my face, forcing cum into my mouth, eyes and hair. She raised
up a bit to allow me to breathe and stayed there while the last of the rapists
packed up their things and left.
When mom climbed off my face, she just looked at me from the other side of the
filthy bed. I don't know if it was pity, disgust, hatred or a combination of
all. But she never said a word. She just sat there nude staring at me.
