I'll be your slave. I'll give you everything I have in my bank account. What do you want from me? What if I have no reason to show you my tits? Please show me your breasts. Please don't take them away from me.
You have all the power. Your can show me your breasts or not. You are in control. Her heavy breasts swung into view, hanging out where before they had been propped up.
Her nipples were large and erect. Pamela moved slightly so that her breasts swayed from side to side. Martin stared as if hypnotized. The room grew quiet. Pamela lay back and allowed Martin to suck on her nipples. His tungue caressed her breasts and sucked on them gently. Instinctively, Martin lowered his hips and his penis began to rub against Pamela's panties.
Quickly, Pamela reached down and grabbed Martin's scrotum roughly, squeezing the balls together so that he let out a cry.
Susan stared fascinated at the grip with which she held the testicle sack firmly between her fingers and thumb. Martin continued to suck. His dick was visibly, achingly hard. He was desperate, his penis bobbing around with nothing to rub against.
Pamela smiled, deeply aroused by the attention to her nipples. The thought of his penis sliding into this woman's vagina made him absolutely insane with desire. Pamela slipped her panties down and allowed Martin to slide his cock up into her vagina. Martin was beyond words. He began to rub more and more vigorously. Soon he was fucking her intensely. It was as if he no longer saw or heard anything in the room.
His entire awareness was directed towards the sensation of his penis inside her vaginal opening. Maybe he didn't hear, or maybe he didn't care. Or maybe he was truly out of control. In any case, he continued to rub his penis in and out of Pamela's sexual opening, ignoring her command, fucking her anyway. Susan and his mother watched as he continued to fuck Pamela, his penis sliding in and out of her, his scrotum arrive all the way to her vulva lips and then moving back again, and then pushing forward as if he hoped to get his scrotum or even his whole body inside her.
Susan was still staring at his dangling balls as they flopped around in the act of fucking. There was tension in the room. Martin was disobeying Pamela's command. What would she do to him? Before, Pamela had grabbed his nutsack to enforce her control, but in this position there was no way for her to actually reach his balls. It occurred to Susan that in this position Martin actually could rape Pamela. She had no way of reaching his testicle sack or of forcing his penis out of her cunt.
She could push him away with her hands, but his hands were free now and could fight back. If he wanted to, in this position, he could probably hold her down and continue thrusting up into her even if she didn't want him to. This thought filled Susan with anger. The idea that Pamela's vagina could be filled with male cum against her will was so deeply wrong. Then Martin said the unthinkable: No, I won't take my penis out of you. He continued to fuck the older woman, now against her will.
Susan and her mom were temporarily frozen as Pamela's "lesson" to Martin began to become the forcible rape of Pamela by Martin's cock. In two steps she was across the room and crouching by the side of her brother. He hardly seemed to notice, in the middle of his rape, although he did grab Pamela's shoulders and press her to him, as if to cling to her body as her repeatedly thrust his dick up inside her against her will.
Susan reached out her hand and closed her fingers around Martin's scrotum. Even though the sack was tighter than before, it wasn't difficult to close her thumb and forefinger above the testicles so that the nuts were separated from the root of the sack and from the rest of Martin's body. With a single move, Susan pulled backwards on her brother's testicle sack. He yelled as his penis was forcibly yanked out of the vagina it had been so pleasurably fucking.
Susan pulled back further so that Martin had to crawl backwards rapidly a couple more feet. Her anger overtook her. She couldn't believe that he had been going to rape her Aunt Pamela. It might have well been Susan's own vagina that Martin had violated, for all the righteous anger she felt. Three women in the room, and Martin still felt he had the right to go into a male rapist fantasy and ignore the feels of the woman he was fucking.
Instinctively, Susan pulled backwards and upwards on Martin's ball sack and placed her other hand on his neck, pushing down towards the floor. Martin twitched and tried to move, but Susan gave a sharp tug on his testicles and he froze. She held him there, one hand gripping his sack, the other hand pushing his head down. Martin's dick was completely rigid, engorged and enraged by the interruption to his fucking.
But he couldn't move. Then she spoke to Martin: You really think your dick is in charge. Your dick is fucking helpless. Do you feel powerful now? Martin looked up at the pussy in his face.
He tried again to move, to struggle, to get out of this position, but his sister was completely dominating in her hold on him. Whenever he showed any sign of struggle, she simply increased the pressure in her arms, pushing his head and his scrotum sack in opposite directions. He had no way to fight back. His dick and balls were up in the air, floundering around in her grasp.
Susan pushed his face into Pamela's cunt. Pamela's pussy was wet with a mixture of her sexual juices and Martin's own precum.
He had never been this close to a vulva before, let alone licked or sucked one, but now he had no choice. Martin put his tongue out and back to lick the out lips of his aunt's vulva. The taste of her sex was extremely strong. Martin tried again to pull his ahead away, but Pamela grabbed in and forced it thickly onto her sex. Susan continued to hold Martin's ball sack up and away from his body, rendering him helpless.
It wasn't enough for Martin to lick Pamela's outer labia. He had to lick her inner labia as well, and then put his tongue up inside her vagina, where his penis had been, and then suck and lick her clitoris. As she approached orgasm, Pamela pulled Martin's face completely into her cunt so that he felt he was disappearing inside her female sex.
Susan, meanwhile, used her now free hand to play a bit with the tip of Martin's penis, just enough to arouse him without letting him get anywhere close to orgasm. Susan's two hands were unpleasantly rough on his cock and balls, while Pamela mercilessly pressed her wet pussy onto his face.
When she came, Pamela unleashed a flow of intense sexual liquid onto Martin's face. He had never felt so used and humiliated in all his life. But at least, he thought, it must be over, since Pamela had cum. They wouldn't let him up. Pamela went behind him and took his scrotum from Susan. Martin felt like a piece of meat as his most vulnerable, private male organ, his ball sack, was transferred from his sister to his aunt. Now what would they do with him? Or had she been expecting this?
He couldn't see anything with his balls pulled up behind him and his face pressed down towards the floor by the surprisingly strong arm of his sister. He could only wait in suspense as the three women exchanged glances of silent communication, holding his male body in a helpless position between them. Finally, without Martin being able to raise his head from the floor where Pamela held it, suddenly into his line of sight came his mother's naked body.
The vulva descended first into his view. It was like Pamela's but also different.