Griffen and Vincent were casing home in the neighborhood. Griffen, at 35 was the rough biker type. He was thick, with a short, black Mohawk, with a matching short, beard and mustache. His partner, Vincent, ‘Vin’, was 34. He was more of a brownish skinned, black man, muscular, with short, tight, curly hair. The black, squared-off, beard on his face, with no mustache, made him resemble a Muslim Terrorist. A reason Griffin often jokingly, called him, ‘Big Osama’. They were both career criminals, with high contacts in all levels of the criminal underground. A few weeks back, they caught a couple of young women and their boyfriends unaware in a similar style theft. Vin got hard remembering the resulting rape-fest. Here they were again, casing another home. This home though, seemed to occupied from the light shining through a kitchen window. The pair were prepared to move on to another home, empty of occupants, till Griffen stopped.
“Wait, Big Osama, maybe it’s only a pair of hot teenagers?” Griffen said with a wink.
“You Shit, You still recalling that?” Vin replied. (Like he wasn’t recalling the same thing.) He shrugged his shoulder: “Go ahead and look, Horndog.”
Griffin crept through the dark backyard, edging closer to the kitchen window. Lifting his head up, he peered through a corner of the glass. A young woman crossed by. She wore a very short, one-piece, turquoise, dress. “Shiiit,” Griffin whispered through his teeth. She was bending down, taking a pitcher of water from the fridge. His cock locked on to what his eyes saw. As the girl left the room, Griffen followed her, by shifting to a dining room window. The hot girl looked to be 18. She stopped at a table, pouring water into 4 empty glasses. Sitting at the table were 3 others; One man, and two women. While older, both women still piqued his interest. he waved Vin over.
Vin joined his friend at the window. Both watched at the short haired woman rose. She did not have much in the tit department, but it was her legs and ass that caught their eyes; Especially though the part of her black dress.
“I saw no one else in the house?” Griffen remarked. it was more of a question then a statement.
“You’re so bad, Griff. Thinking with your dick again?” Vin replied.
“What does your dick say?” Griffen asked.
“I’m game. I see no problem with the guy. That seems to be his wife on the left. What’s your plan?” Vin questioned.
Griffen pulled his gun. It was a Smith & Wesson 460 revolver with a 5 inch ported barrel. It kicked like a Son-Of-A-Bitch, but it drew an A+ for intimidation. “I’ll try the backdoor.”
Griff tried the door. It clicked open: Unlocked. They both looked at each other and smiled. Into the kitchen both men crept. The aroma of fresh lasagna hit their senses.
“Mmm, I’m starved,” Vin whispered.
“We could always eat first,” Griffen responded.
Molly thought she had heard something. She rose from the table to check the kitchen. ‘Maybe I left the fridge open,’ she thought. Turning the corner, she was met by a large shadow. Then the wide palm of a hand clasped her mouth. Molly glimpsed the figure of a large black man. He held her tight while she squirmed. Another entered her picture: A white man with a black Mohawk and wild eyes. The stainless barrel of a gun was held to his lips: “Shhhh,” he said. The men entered the dining room, Molly in tow.
Stephanie looked up first, in surprise. “Molly!” she cried out.
Before any of the group could move away from the table, Griffen waved his gun, then pointed it at Molly’s terrified face. “Sit right back down, Boys and Girls. No screams. No quick moves, or Sexy’s brains cover your wall,” he threatened.
The group sat back down. Chip held up two empty hands. “We are no threat. Please, let her go. What do you want?”
“Don’t…Please don’t hurt my baby,” Steph added.
“Right now. We’re hungry, and this shit smells good,” Griffen replied.
Vin kicked one of the empty chairs out and sat down. He maneuvered Molly onto his knee. Griff took the other chair. “Seems you left two places for us,” he said. His eyes wandered over the group. “Names?” he asked.
“Chip, Cindy, and our friend; Stephanie, and her daughter; Molly. This is their house." Chip answered, nodding towards the others, also feeling guilty for betraying all of them by revealing their names.
Griffen looked at Steph, noticing her ring. “You, where is your husband?” he questioned.
“He stepped out. He will be back any minute,” she said.
Griffen gave her a look. Slowly, the cocked the hammer back and raised it to Molly’s forehead.
“No!” Steph gasped aloud.
“I suggest you don’t lie, Bitch. There are only four places set at this table. I’ll ask you again; Where the fuck is your husband?”
“He…He’s a coach…He left on a 3-day basketball tournament. I’m sorry. Please, please, don’t hurt her,” Steph replied.
“Put that down,' Chip said, ’You know that if you set that cannon off, it’ll be heard from miles away.”
“Won’t really matter to the one that’s dead; Will it?” Griffen answered.
In seconds, Vin whipped out a large knife. Its six-inch blade sparkled in the lights. Everyone gasped. “Who says he has to use the pistol?” Vin remarked. He took the blade, resting it under the swell of Molly’s breast, he lifted up upwards. “After all, a blade is much more intimate.” Vin slammed the point of the blade into the tables surface. The knife vibrated back and forth. “Now, are we done weighing balls, Chipper? You are far outnumbered there.”
Chip just stared back in hatred and fear.
“I thought so,” Vin said. He looked to Stephanie. “You, go get us a plate. Can’t you see that your guests are famished?”
Steph stood, heading off to the kitchen to fetch the meals.
“I’m watching you,” Griffen said, while licking his lips, and eyeballing the swaying ass in her black dress and high heels!
Stephanie knew. She could feel his eyes. ‘Better me than my daughter,’ she mused. When she returned, Griff had Steph move her plate next to his, forcing her to sit on his right. Across the table sat Chip with Cindy on his left. Vin took the head of the other end leaving Molly to ride his leg. Other than childhood, Molly had never ridden a man’s thigh. Squirming caused her short dress to ride higher up her own thighs. The warmth of his leg was close to touching her panties beneath. Steph fared no better. While Griffen ate, his left hand wandered up and down the nude hose, covering of her thigh. The dress’ slit rose farther up her leg.
The group ate. The strangers enjoying it like an intimate dinner with friends. The others, not so much. They nervously watched each other and the strangers, fearing most, what would happen once dinner was done. During desert, the small talk became more sexual. The banter had both Cindy and Steph red with embarrassment. Such things were asked like: How long did Chip last in bed? Did they more enjoy either giving or receiving oral sex? Had they ever experienced multiple partners, anal or sex with the opposite sex. Of course, both women quickly answered no to the last, feigning disgust; Especially since they were in the company of the minor; Molly.
While in discussion, Griffen’s hand slipped farther up Steph’s leg. She would quickly sweep it to the side, only to have it return more instant. His fingers were inches away from her pantie covered, sex. Cindy was glad that the table top hid this view from others.
On Vin’s lap, Molly felt her her own thighs being caressed. By lifting his knee up and down, Molly’s legs began to spread father apart, the short dress riding high and higher. From time to time, when she thought no one would notice, she would push the hand away and try to straighten the dress. Before long the hand was back and the hem riding high again.
“So, you admit that your breasts are sensitive?' Griffin said to Cindy, ’Pull your sweater up and show us. We are a good judge of tits; Are we not, Vin?”
“Yea, you heard him. Show us your tits, Wifey,” Vin added.
“I most certainly will not,” Cindy answered.
“Yea. Leave her alone. You’ve had your fill. Go, and leave us in peace. We swear not to notify any authorities,” Chip added.
“Well, Chip, we haven’t had our fill. While the desert was excellent, we have other appetites to satisfy,” Griffen explained.
The group all knew it would come to this: The outlook they feared. Griffen took Vin’s knife from the table. Both the women and Chip flinched at his movement.
“Tell you what, Chip, you stand, remove your wife’s sweater and bra for us, or I’ll do it myself with the knife. With all of this good wine, my hand might tremble some. I don’t think she would like that.”
Cindy feared for herself and her friends. “It’s OK, Chip. Just do it,” she said. “I love you,” she added.
While Chip did not like it, his cock was still growing with the thought of exposing his wife in public. ’Perhaps I’ll get to see Steph’s,' he thought. He felt bad for even thinking that. Chip stood, reached over Cindy’s shoulders, took the hem of her tight, white, sweater, and pulled it up. Cindy wore a white bra with front clasp. Her beautiful 36C breasts jiggled nicely in its grasp. The tops of her creamy orbs were stuffed tightly into the white cups.
“Go ahead, the bra,” Griffen ordered.
Cindy nodded to Chip that everything was fine, and he reached for the front clasp of her bra. With a twist and a snap, Cindy’s breasts spilled free. The roundish tits were capped with wide, pinkish, areolas, topped with the budding pearls of her hardened nipples.
“Nice,' Griffen remarked, ’Squeeze them for us. Tweak those nipples. I wanna see her face; See if she really enjoys them played with.”
Embarrassed, Cindy tried to hold back a moan, as her husband caressed her sensitive flesh. The men watched her nipples swell.
“Sit down, Chip, and come here, Cindy,” Griffen ordered. When Chip failed to move, Griffen reached out the with the knife, holding it’s sharp blade, inches from Stephanie’s right eye. “I said; ‘Sit!’,” He stressed to Chip.
Chip sat, and Cindy made her way around the table. Never the voyeur, Cindy was embarrassed to parade around the table with no top. Still, seeing the knife and pistol, she had no choice. Cindy was also weary, she had decided to wear no panties that day, and was naked beneath her suntan hose. Standing next to someone sitting, in such a short skirt, was something she had not planned on doing. She did not stop by Griffen but stopped by Stephanie instead. The man did not seem to mind. Instead, he addressed Steph:
“They do seem nice. Feel them,” he told Steph.
“Excuse me?” she questioned.
“You heard me,' Griffen said, picking up the knife, ’Touch them. Feel her tits.”
Steph thought better of protesting, and reached up to touch her friend’s tits. Across the table, Chip felt his cock rise. Steph touched a breast slightly then removed her hand.
“No. I said feel it,' Griffen insisted, ’Feel it as if it was your own. Don’t remove your hand unless you’re told.”
This time, Steph let her hand wander over Cindy’s flesh. She cupped it, lifting its weight, and ran her palm across the stiffening nipple. Cindy watched, helplessly watching her sensitive nipple swell with each caress.
Vin observed as well. Easing his chair back, he took Molly by the waist and pulled her to his lap. Vin knew she would feel his hardness throbbing against her ass. She squirmed; witch successfully rode her dress higher up. Nearly all of the tops of her thighs were visible. If the table top hadn’t been blocking the view, Chip would have been able to see the crotch of her dark blue, panties. Indeed, she did feel something large, and swelling beneath her dress. She could almost make out the shape and length of it from through the thin material of her dress.
Griffen slid his own chair back. He took his hand and placed it at Cindy’s lower back, pushing her closer to Steph. His other hand rose and cupped the back of Steph’s head. “Now kiss it, and roll your tongue around her nipple.”
Both women knew better then to make the men mad, not with the black man holding young Molly so close. Steph tried to ignore the fact that others were watching, and opened her mouth over Cindy’s breast. She had never experienced lesbian tendencies, but had always wondered what it was like. Knowing what would make herself feel good, Steph treated Cindy’s breast the same. Cindy herself, had to close her eyes, not wanting to show the others her pleasure. Her breasts were sensitive, and cared not, whose lips and hands caressed them. She also felt a hand. It moved from her lower back to caress the soft curve of her buttocks. Another began to slide up the inside of her soft thighs. She felt the touch moving up her hose, drawing closer and closer to her crotch. The soft area of the hose covered her sex, but it would not be enough to hide the wetness that was growing there.
Chip’s eyes were glued to his wife and Steph, (The dream of his life.). He was caught off guard by the black man’s words: “You, Chipper, Stand and take your clothes off. It’s OK, just to your underwear for now.” The black man now held that knife. He was running the blade over and across Molly’s dress. Reluctantly, Chip stood, unbuckling his slacks then removing his sweater and light blue shirt. Once the trousers fell at his feet, he could not hide the bulge within his white briefs. Chip also saw the young, Molly; She was watching him closely.
“Come here, Chip. The girl is curious,” Vin said.
“I am not!” Molly spats back.
“Yes, you are. Now shut up,” he stressed, running the knife by her face.
Chip walked around to Molly’s side. His abdomen was inches from her head.
“Touch him,” Vin commanded Molly.
“She’s just a child. Don’t make her…” Chip’s words stopped as the soft, delicate hand reached out and touched his lower belly, inches above the waistband of the briefs.
“Go ahead, Girl, touch it over the briefs. Have you ever felt a man’s cock?” Vin asked.
“No, Sir,” Molly responded. She did not know why. She knew that she mustn’t; Yet she did. Her hand reached down, cupping the erection that pushed out against the briefs. Curious, she looked up at Chips face, observing the reaction of her touch. His eyes closed and his body tensed. The erection jumped beneath her hand. It gave her some feeling of power. This man had been her coach. He had held some sway in her life. Now she felt in control. This power was like a drug. ’Is this what it’s like to be a real woman?' she thought.
Griffen stood. He pressed against Cindy’s back. She felt his hard cock grinding along her ass. He cupped one of her tits, squeezing it, while pressing it into Steph’s mouth. “Lick it, Woman. Suck those tits,” he told Steph. Reaching beneath Cindy’s skirt, Griffen jerked her hose downwards. His large hand cupped her bare ass. She gasped aloud. “Did your wife tell you that she wore no panties, Chip?' he asked, ’I’m feeling her smooth ass right now, Chip.”
Cindy finally looked back up. Her husband was not where he had been. No. Now he was beside Molly and the black man, and he was dressed only in underwear. “Chip! Chip!' she gasped, ’What the Hell!”
Steph turned as well. “What? What the fuck! Get away from her! Leave her alone!” she screamed.
Chip stared at the women, embarrassed yet helpless to act. The black man held the knife, sliding it threateningly across Molly’s throat. Steph found herself slapped.
“Leave them be!” Griffen commanded. He took the back of Cindy’s neck, and slammed her face and tit first, onto the table. “Make yourself useful, Bitch,' he told Steph, ’Put your hands on her back. Hold her.”
Steph stood confused for a few moments, unclear on what to do.
“You want me to put your daughter down here; Have Vin put his black dick in her little, tight, ass?” Griffen threatened.
“I’m sorry,' Steph told Cindy, ’Just hold still.” Her hands pressed down hard on her friend’s bare back.
Griffen flipped Cindy’s dark blue skirt up and over her back. He jerked the suntan hose farther down her legs. Chip watched helplessly as Cindy’s white ass was even more exposed. Slowly the man’s hard cock began to slip up and down the upper crease of her ass.
“No! No!” Cindy squirmed beneath her friends’ hands. Her heeled feet kicked but were easily swept aside.
Vin was just beginning to corrupt Molly. “Pull them down, Girl. Take a look at his cock,” he told her.
Poor Molly knew nothing but obey. She was still curious, as well. Her small fingers hooked into the waistline of Chip’s briefs, and she jerked down. To her awe and surprise a decently sized, cock flipped up, almost slapping her nose. It’s aroma was captivating; Like nothing she had ever smelled. It was not a boy’s cock, as some of her friends had described, but an older mans. It would be small compared to Griffen of Vin, but she was yet to know that. This was the virgin’s first experience with a cock. “Take it in your hand,” Molly heard. She did, watching Chip’s face. It grew and throbbed in her hand. She noticed a small drip of fluid appear at its tip.
Chip was struggling not to cum right then. He saw that face, those eyes, staring up at him. A young, innocent, girl with his throbbing shaft in her warm hand. He had watched her for some years, slowly unfolding into a younger version of his dream girl; Stephanie. Chip looked again to his wife. He feared these men. He knew he was incapable of stopping them. In some way that was good. He always dreamed of something like this. Chip would have loved to share his wife; Watch her being fucked by a larger cock. Cindy though, she would never have gone for something like this. While he was jealous and angered, his cock throbbed with life. The man sawed his hard cock between her cheeks. He could see down Steph’s dress, as she leaned forward to hold his wife down. Her tits weren’t much, but they were enough for Chip. They were swollen little oranges, begging to be sucked. Speaking of that, Chip heard Vin’s next command to Molly: “Go ahead, Girl, put it in your mouth. Suck it.”
“Molly…No,” Chip exclaimed, but she looked straight at him, smiled, and engulfed his shaft in her mouth. “Ahhh,” Chip groaned. At first, he reached to push her away, instead, his fingers tangled in her soft hair, pulling her in.
“You like that; Don’t you, You Little Pervert,' Vin teased Chip, ’You like a young girl’s mouth on your cock. You won’t be able to stop. You’ll have to spill your load in her warm, little, mouth. Oh, look…Griff’s gonna fuck your wife’s cunt too. Looking at your little dick, I bet she squeals when he porks her.”
At the table, Griffen pulled back on Cindy’s ponytail. “I’m gonna give you some real cock, Honey.”
“No! No! Aghhh!…St…Stop…Too big…Ugh…No!” Cindy squealed. Cindy had never had anyone but Chip. This shaft was huge, thick. Her pussy stretched painfully to allow its entrance. She felt every vein, bump, and throb along its surface. The pain was nothing until it bottomed out. It was like a kick to her core, reverberating throughout her belly.
“That’s right, Cindy. Squeeze that cunt around my cock. I like it when you fight. Yes, feel that cock. Feel a real man’s cock,” Griffen groaned. Eyeing her rosebud, he spat down, across the ring. Next, he grabbed one of Steph’s hands and pulled it down to Cindy’s ass. Evilly, he takes Steph’s middle finger. “Put it in her ass, Woman,” he commands.
Sickened, yet fearing for their lives, Steph feels the warm ring of Cindy’s ass enclose around her finger.
Griffen loved it. His cum boiled within his balls. He jerks Cindy back by the hair, jack-hammering his cock within her. “You take any protection, Woman?” he asks.
“No! No! Oh, God, no. Don’t do it!” Cindy pleads.
“Hey, Chip,' Griffen says, ’I’m gonna cum in your dirty wife’s unprotected pussy. What do you say to that?”
“No! No!” Both husband and wife call out in unison. Griffen just makes a satisfied face and groans loudly:
“Ohh! Ahhh! Feel it going in, Baby. Oh, yes. Milk me with that cunt, Whore.”
Chip finds the sight too much, and his cock explodes, firing his load in to Molly’s unsuspecting mouth. She chokes, coughing, as the cum fills her mouth.
Vin just laughs, still pinning the struggling girl to his lap. “Oh, did Baby get a mouthful of cum?” Suddenly he stands, dragging both Molly and Chip with him. Chip is thrown against the far wall. Molly is thrown against Chip. Vin grasps her hair in his hand. He forces her face to Chips. “Kiss him! Thank the nice man for his cum,” he orders.
Molly’s beautiful, young, face, is dripping with cum. It still flows from her lips and drips down her chin. She tries a small peck on Chip’s lips, but the knife is pressed to her cheek.
“No. Better than that, Love. A deep kiss. Put your tongue in is mouth.”
Molly does better then. She kisses Chip, as a lover would. Wetting his lips with his own cum. “Thank you. Thank you for your cum,” she whimpers.
As Molly is pulled away, Steph is watching her, horrified. Cindy is crumpled below the table, trying to pull the torn hose up her legs. Griffen kicks her hard in the belly.
“Tear them the rest of the way off, Whore. You don’t need them,” he says.
Sobbing, Cindy begins to remove the hose, using part of it to wipe cum from her inner thighs.
Vin takes Molly and throws her in the chair. He turns back to Chip. “I wanna fuck one of these now. Strip the mother or the daughter; You choose,” he tells Chip.
