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Story 06 – Aborted Rescue
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Copyright 2004
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God damn it if she's here, I'll kill her I said to myself as I repeatedly pushed the gate buzzer of the Brentwood mansion of one Harold Simons known to the recording world of gangsta rap as Killer Zed. I only knew she was there because Claudia my sixteen-year-old daughter had told me last week when I demanded to know where she had been. At the time, she said there was another party next week and she was invited.
"You'll go over my dead body," I screamed as Claudia turned her back and walked away from me.
Calm down I told myself. I was pretty wild when I was her age and I turned out all right. But still I wanted something better for my only child. That was only natural.
Don't you people realize she's under the age of consent I silently protested as I waited for someone to respond to my frantic button pushing? The fact that she's got the body of a woman doesn't change anything. I'll have them all arrested for rape of a minor. Thoughts like those kept tumbling out as I listened to the sounds of a party coming from inside the grounds. I could hear music playing from the back of the mansion. The place was huge and judging from the number of cars out front there were dozens of guests. I'd already noticed that one of the cars parked on the lawn was Claudia's lime green VW bug.
Finally, the intercom cracked and a man's voice came through the speaker.
"Yes," spoke a soft male voice.
"I'm Gale Montgomery. I'm here to pick up my daughter Claudia," I said struggling to maintain my composure. I planned to stay calm until I got inside then I would unload on them.
I'd expressly forbidden Claudia to go anywhere near Harold Simmons after she had broken curfew and stayed out all night. She told me that Harold had a recording studio on the grounds of his estate and she had been working with him on his new album all night.
"Why are you being so stupid? What do you think a man like Harold Simmons wants with a girl your age?" I yelled. We were in the kitchen.
"He said I had a terrific voice. He wants to put me in his next music video," replied Claudia with that smirk on her face that seemed to appear whenever she deigned to talk with me.
"All he wants is to screw you," I replied. "You're just a groupie to him."
"So, I'm sixteen and if I want to have sex that's my business. I'm on the pill and I use protection, sometimes."
"You're ruining your life. You should be thinking about school working to get into a good college. You need a decent education to compete in today's job market. Hanging out with somebody like Harold Simmons is fun when you're young but it's not going to pay the mortgage when you're forty."
"Yes, I've heard it all before. Get my degree so I can wind up like you. Managing a run down health club and sleeping with a bunch of married guys. You know how what they say about you at the health club?" shot back Claudia. Lately, our arguments had turned into take no prisoners donnybrooks.
"No, what do they say?" I asked but I knew the answer.
Claudia has a free membership and works out at the club I manage. She's there almost every day and has gotten to know the regulars. I noticed several of my married male friends talking with her.
"You're the biggest whore in the club. Everyone says you the most used piece of equipment in the place," spat Claudia as she turned on her heels and fled to her room locking the door.
"You're grounded," I screamed after her.
Damn it why can't men keep their mouth shut when a woman gives them what they want I asked myself. My best friend Celia had an apartment two blocks from the health club. She let me borrow it during lunch hour. Lately, for some reason, I'd found it hard to say no when one of the male customers suggested we get together outside of work. Most of them were married. I'd gotten into the bad habit of taking anybody who was interested to Celia's place for a tryst. The word must have quickly passed through the men's locker room because before long I was spending two or three days each week with different men. I don't know what had gotten in to me.
Lately I feel horny all the time. The vibrators in my nightstand see nightly use. I blame it on the fact that my rigorous training regimen had made me pre-menopausal early in my life and my hormones were out of balance. I'm a life long physical fitness devotee and have the rock hard body to prove it.
Still I was her mother and she should respect me. I'd come home early from work Saturday to discover she'd ignored my grounding her and left. I'd taken away her car keys but she must have another set because her VW was gone.
It's not easy being a single mother trying to raise a child in a moral sewer like Los Angeles. When that daughter has a terrific face and figure and a teen's out of balance hormones, it's next to impossible. There are too many things working against you. I've tried my best but it looked like I was not going to succeed with Claudia. She may think it's cool to hang with wealthy rap stars and recording industry executives but they were not interested in her talents as a singer. I knew what they were interested in.
On the drive to Brentwood all I could think about was Claudia taking drugs and having unprotected sex and contracting an STD. I'd really worked myself up to a state by the time I reached the heavy iron gate that protected the mansion.
"We don't got no Claudia. What did you say your name was? Lean out the car window and look at the camera." barked the intercom. I head a whirring sound and saw the CCTV located on a pole beside the gate move and the lens change focus.
"Gale Montgomery, I'm Claudia's mother," I yelled as I stuck my head out my car window to face the camera.
"Hold on. I got to check with the man," said the voice.
Claudia had been a mother's dream until this year. She'd worked hard in school, made good grades, and even cleaned her room when I asked her to. At the start of her junior year, everything about her changed. First off, she developed physically. She grew from a skinny flat chested shy little girl into a voluptuous woman child almost overnight. Unfortunately her mind and judgment did not grow at the same rate as her body.
Like me she was a late developer physically. As soon as she saw the effect her body was having on her fellow male students she started coming to the gym every afternoon after school. And she worked hard I'll give her that. At first, I was her physical trainer but two months ago, she began to work out with Jorge, a Latino body builder. Somehow through Jorge she met Harold Simmons.
And in a big way, she'd discovered men and sex. In her sophomore year the boys ignored her. In her junior year I couldn't keep them out of her bedroom. I had to face the reality that Claudia was growing up too fast. She blatantly admitted practicing oral sex when I naively asked her if she had ever tried it.
"I like it. It feels so good. The boys like it. I even tried it with Kinsey," said Claudia. Kinsey was her best girl friend.
"You had lesbian sex with Kinsey?" I said in amazement.
"Sure, why not. I'm not lesbian but I'm probably bisexual. You should try it sometime," was her flip answer as she walked away shaking her hips provocatively.
After I'd found condoms in her purse, I sent her to the gynecologist for birth control pills. I didn't want to become a grandmother. Claudia hadn't just changed physically. Her shyness melted away to be replaced by a vixen attitude that flaunted her sexuality. She started dressing like a tramp. The school sent her home twice to change into what they considered more appropriate attire.
As for the boys she teased and tormented them unmercifully. There was this one boy Herman who was very studious and smart. He helped her with her math homework and tutored her for tests.
"I hope you are being nice to Herman. He seems like such a nice boy," I said one day.
"Herman's a nerd. Nobody who is popular is nice to a nerd," said Claudia as she painted her toenails.
"But he helps you with your math. You should be grateful," I replied.
"I pay him back," said Claudia.
"How?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know but I felt I had to ask.
"I let him watch me."
"Watch you what?"
"Dress, undress, things like that," said Claudia.
"You let him come into your room and watch you," I said incredulously.
"No, he uses the computer. He's at home playing with his tiny little penis," laughed Claudia.
Several weeks ago, I'd noticed the small odd shaped device on the top of the monitor for the computer in her room. I asked about it.
"It's a video camera, silly. Herman installed it so we could talk directly if I had a math question" was her ingenious reply.
Now I come to find out she was putting on a strip show for him.
"Don't worry, mother. I'm not going to do Herman. He's not my type," she replied when I asked what would happen when Herman wanted more than a peek at her body. I kept thinking that if she didn't stop, some boy or boys were going to take her out in the desert rape her and bury her alive in the sand.
I tried to convince her to act like a lady so she'd attract the right type of men. That went nowhere. And she didn't hesitate when it came to stomping on my feelings.
"Why should I take your advice? So I can wind up divorced three times like you, mother. Let's face it when it comes to relationships you're a loser," was Claudia's comment.
That hurt like hell and I went to my room and had a quiet cry. Claudia's father left me two weeks after she was born. He joined the Marines and I never heard from him again. Two years later I met Judd. We were both health club management majors at Harvey Mudd College in Pomona. I convinced myself that he was Mr. Right. The simple fact was that we didn't get along once we were married. The marriage lasted one tempestuous year before we called it quits. Four years after that I met Roy Iverson. He was a lawyer for the chain of clubs where I was working as assistant manager. I took my time deciding to marry Roy. We went together for a year. We lived together for a year after that. I thought I knew him as well as it was possible to know a man. The marriage lasted eighteen months.
After three strikes, I gave up on marriage. I concentrated on my career. I competed in the Mrs. Fitness America contest sponsored by Nautilus and placed in the top ten three years in a row. I'm now a regional manager for an LA-based fitness chain plus I manage a club. The job pays well and I'm able to provide Claudia and myself a comfortable life. I don't mean we're rich or anything.
As for men I thought I was keeping it discreet by not allowing anyone to sleep over. I'm really too busy to date and outside of the married men I screw in Celia's apartment, I keep to myself. The last few years Claudia had become very important to me. Getting her off to a good start in life had become my primary goal.
As I waited to see if I was going to be admitted, I had to acknowledge that I was on the verge of failure where Claudia was concerned. She was beyond my control and I was considering giving up and going back home when the intercom came back.
"Yo, drive in," said the voice as the heavy gate started to roll back.
I parked my Acura on the lawn next to Claudia's VW. Calm down Gale I told myself. I was still dressed in my workout clothes, spandex shorts and sports bra. I'd had to substitute in a cardio kick boxing class when the scheduled instructor had failed to show. I'd rushed home thinking that I would take Claudia to the mall to shop. Afterwards we could catch a film at the mega-plex and then have dinner. I'd decided that spending more time with my daughter would help our relationship. I'd been furious that she had ignored me and left the house. I'd jumped in my car without changing and drove straight to Harold Simmons estate.
A couple was coming out the front door as I walked up the steps so I just walked inside. I wandered through the house toward the sound of the music. A party was in full swing around the pool. There must have been half a hundred people enjoying Harold Simmons hospitality. A DJ was playing by the dance floor installed at one side of the pool. Half naked men and women were freak dancing. Several of the girls were bent over holding their ankles and grinding their butts against the bulging crotches of the boys. It was the classic LA Grind, simulated sex on the dance floor.
A young girl wearing only a bikini bottom appeared in from of me with a tray of appetizers. She had a good figure. Most of the women were missing their top and there were a few walking around nude. If they were still wearing the bottom half of their bathing costume, it was a thong.
I can't say I was surprised. The rich and famous in the recording industry write their own rules and there isn't a section for sexual morality. I didn't doubt that Claudia would be a willing participant in whatever was happening.
"Shrimp?" she asked offering me the tray with one hand and a napkin with the other.
"No thank you. Have you seen Claudia Montgomery?"
"Sorry, I don't know a Claudia; but I don't know anybody. Try one, the shrimp are delicious," said the girl re-offering the tray.
To get rid of her I took several shrimp and a napkin. As I ate, I scanned the crowd around the pool for my daughter. With a couple of exceptions, the men were African Americans. The women were more of a racial mix, mostly black with California blondes, Latinas, and Orientals intermixed. I watched as a partially nude Asian girl with an incredible face and figure strolled by. The thong bikini bottom was so scant I wondered what was the point. She stopped when she saw I was staring at her.
"Hi, I'm looking for my daughter," I said when she gave me a questioning look.
"Are you Claudia's sister? I see such a resemblance," said the girl.
Claudia and I do look alike. I'd had her when I was seventeen. My life style has kept me reasonably young looking. Strangers take us for sisters.
"No, I'm her mother. Do you know where she is?" I asked.
"I'm Wendy," said the Asian girl extending her hand. "Hey, would you like some blow?"
What could be more LA than offering someone you just met drugs? People in the recording and film industry start there day with a snort of nose candy just like the rest of us do with orange juice.
"Gale Montgomery, no, I'm just here to find Claudia," I said. If you live in Los Angeles and work in the fitness industry for any length of time, you know a lot about cocaine and other drugs. I wasn't above snorting a couple of lines especially if someone else was buying. But at the time I was still focused on finding Claudia.
"Come with me. Clyde may know where she is," said Wendy taking my hand and leading me toward one of the cabanas at the other end of the pool.
A dozen steps later, we reached a pair of young black men lying in chaises. They were shirtless, dressing in those ridiculously long basketball shorts young blacks wear and an equally ridiculous amount of gold bling-bling. One of the men had a thick gold chain around his neck. Suspended by a rope of gold chain was a pendant encrusted with diamonds that read, "Clyde".
"Clyde, this is Claudia's mom but she looks more like her sister," said Wendy plopping down in Clyde's lap with her arms around him. She was resting her boobs against his chest.
But what really caught my eye was something inside the cabana. I saw another black male lying naked on two air mattresses. I couldn't see him well but I could tell he was extremely tall. Two equally naked girls were taking turns sucking his very hard cock. I like to say I was outraged at this type of behavior but in my role as physical trainer I'd visited dozens of So Cal mansions and seen it all before, the drugs, the booze, and the illicit sex.
"Hello Claudia's mom," said the handsome young black man looking up toward me and extending his hand.
"I'm Gale Montgomery," I said taking his hand.
"Can't you see the resemblance?" said Wendy.
"Sure do, Claudia had a beautiful mother with a killer body. Samuel get your lazy ass up and get Ms. Montgomery something to drink. What would you like, margarita, Acapulco. How about a tequila sunrise, that's what I'm having," said Clyde.
"No thank you, I'm really just looking for my daughter," I said.
"And we'll find her for you. But what say you relax here a minute first. Samuel, get Ms. Montgomery a tequila sunrise. Tell Mario to make it just like he made mine. Use the special stuff, I brought back from Puerto Vallarta."
A tall black man I assumed was Samuel hopped up out of the chaise next to Clyde and hurried off to the bar.
"Do you know where she is?" I asked.
"No, but as soon as Samuel gets back, I'll send him to find her. So please sit down and relax. You look all stressed out, Ms. Montgomery."
"Claudia shouldn't be here. She's under aged," I said as I sat down on the edge of the chaise that Samuel had just vacated.
"We try to make sure everyone is at least eighteen but you can buy an excellent fake Id for twenty dollars these days. They even fool the highway patrol. Sit up here and relax, Ms. Montgomery. You look like someone who has had a hard day," said Clyde reaching forward to take my arm and pull me up onto to the chaise beside him.
His remark forced me to acknowledge that I was beat. I'd had a hard day at work followed by the stress of finding out my daughter had disobeyed me. I allowed Clyde to gently tug me onto the chaise. I extended my legs, took a deep breath and relaxed.
"It has been a tough day," I acknowledged.
"Bet you could use some food. Wendy, go get Ms. Montgomery some more of that shrimp, and the Alaskan king crab too," said Clyde. Wendy popped up and walked over to the buffet and started loading up a plate.
"I really need to find Claudia," I protested but not all that strongly. Clyde was being damn nice to me. I didn't want to be impolite. Plus I was physically tired. I'd taught four classes that morning including one I wasn't scheduled to teach. Looking around I realized the powerful attraction of all this for a girl like Claudia. There were several people I recognized from the music videos that Claudia watched all the time. Lately, Claudia had taken up signing. She'd even hired a local neighborhood lady as a voice coach paying her out of the money she'd earned working at the mall during the summer.
"Ms. Montgomery," started Clyde.
"Gale please," I corrected.
"Gale, for the mother of a teenager you have an incredible figure. I gather from your appearance and apparel that you are into fitness," said Clyde.
"I'm a regional manager for LA Fitness. I also teach classes and do personal training and I compete in fitness contests," I replied.
Samuel returned with my drink just as Wendy handed me a plate of finger food.
"Samuel, look around the place for Ms. Montgomery's daughter. You know the pretty blonde that Harold thinks has such a terrific voice," said Clyde as Samuel delivered my drink.
"The pretty one with the big titties?" asked Samuel.
"Samuel, you should be ashamed of yourself making a remark like that right here in front of the girl's mama. Apologize," said Clyde.
"Sorry, Ms. Montgomery," said Samuel with a contrite look on his face. But Samuel was right. Claudia wore a 34C bra and that is big for a 115 pound 5'8 inch girl. Her boobs were one thing that Claudia had gotten from me that she approved of. I'm a 36D, the same as my mother, Claudia's grandmother. My maternal grandmother Eloise was also a 36D. The women of the family have never had to pay for a breast augmentation.
"That's all right, Samuel. We Montgomery women have grown to expect that sort of thing," I said before taking a sip of a very cold and delicious drink. "This is great," I said eating with a will. I hadn't eaten all day and was famished.
"I'm going to blow," bellowed the black man in the back of the cabaña.
"Don't mind, Simon," said Clyde referring to the man pumping semen into one of the girl's mouth.
"You two share," ordered Simon.
When Gale looked back, she saw that the girls were passionately kissing each other as they passed Simon's jism back and forth. Moments later, the two giggling females left the cabana and dived into the pool.
"Scoot over, mamma," said Simon as he climbed onto the chaise where I was resting. I moved to the other side of the two-person chaise as the black man clad only in a towel plopped down beside me. Once out in the light of day, I immediately recognized Simon Nelson, the franchise center of the Los Angeles Lakers.
"Someone call for a personal trainer?" asked Simon looking at me.
"Mrs. Montgomery, Gale, is here looking for her daughter, Claudia. It seems Claudia is underage. I sent Samuel to find and bring her here," said Clyde.
"Simon Nelson," said the hulk of a black man extending his hand to me. I marveled as his giant paw enveloped my normal size hand.
"Gale Montgomery," I answered wondering what it would be like to have sex with such an enormous physical specimen. I'd had my share of body builders and weight lifters but nobody that was over seven foot tall had ever mounted me. I hadn't been able to get a good look at his equipment in the darkened cabana. I could only assume that it was in proportion to the rest of him. The fact that he was only wearing a towel and moving around pretty freely offered the possibility that I would soon catch a look at the great man's schlong. His bare leg lay against mine as we introduced ourselves.
"Nice to meet you, Gale Montgomery," said Simon flashing that thousand-watt smile that had made him number one in product endorsements. His face was on television almost every night advertising a line of basketball shoes.
"Clyde, got any more blow?" asked Simon.
"Sure do," replied Clyde reaching over to nearby table and picking up a letter sized mirror and a zippered leather pouch.
"Would you mind holding this, Gale?" asked Clyde placing it on my lap.
"No," I replied as Wendy appeared with my second tequila sunrise. There I sat, a thirty four year old mother of one as Clyde arranged several lines of white powder on the mirror in my lap. I was starting to feel the drink and the pacific sun was warming me up causing me to relax.
"Here," said Clyde handing Simon a glass straw.
"Ladies first," said Simon placing the straw in my hand.
I should have politely declined. But everyone was being so nice and for that matter, cocaine is a drug I'd enjoyed several times in the past. It's too expensive for my pocketbook but I never turned it down if someone else was buying.
"Thank you, you're sweet," I said to Simon as I took the glass straw, put one end in my nostril, covered the other nostril and snorted the thin line of white powder. Cocaine is the fastest acting of narcotics. Two seconds later my brain was on fire but that didn't prevent me from switching the straw to the other nostrils and repeating the process. I handed the straw to Simon as I rubbed my nose and took a long swallow of my drink.
People take drugs because they make them feel good and it takes away the pain. It was at that point that I started to realize that between the booze and the coke I was on my way to being fucked up. I also realized that I didn't give a shit whether I was fucked up or not.
I had a brief internal argument with myself about whether I should stand up and go looking for my daughter. I lost the argument and decided to stay where I was until Samuel brought her to me. I told myself I was being irresponsible. I should have been storming about screaming for Claudia not snorting coke and contemplating sex with an NBA star. But then I said what the hell and sort of snuggled up against Simon who immediately took the hint.
"I got an endorsement deal with Nike," said Simon gently lifting the bottom of my Nike job bra over one of my breasts. I thought it was an unusual segway to exposing my boobs.
"Don't want tan lines," I said as I pulled the job bra over my head and let it fall to the side of the chaise. I'd just signaled Simon I was available. That was a conscious decision I justified on the premise there was no point in being a prude. Practically every woman there was topless and several were totally nude. They would spread their legs or suck your cock if someone asked. When in Rome do as the Romans do I told myself.
"You have an amazing body, Gale, look at her gut, Simon," said Clyde putting his hand on my abdomen and pressing down on my six-pack abs.
"Wish mine was that hard," said Simon putting his hand beside Clyde's and pressing.
"I competed in the Mrs. Fitness America last year," I offered.
"I've seen that on television. You perform a routine to music," said Clyde letting his hand rest on my black spandex shorts right above my crotch. His index finger was about two inches from my clit.
"Can you do a one arm push-up?" asked Simon very seriously.
"Yes, of course," I replied. My competitive floor routine consisted of very tough exercises that included pushups, handstands, balance exercises, etc. I was probably the most fit person at the party.
"But you still got big pretty titties," said Simon reaching over to cup one of my boobs in his hand. "You see these women on television and they got muscles like a man but they got no tits. Who wants to screw a woman with tits like a man?"
"Those are female body builders. That's a different kind of competition," I replied thinking how warm Simon's hand felt on my boob.
"Let's see the total package," said Clyde. "Wendy, help Gale get comfortable," said Clyde.
I lay there like I was paralyzed while Wendy untied and removed my cross trainers. She even folded the socks and stuck them neatly in the sneakers.
"Raise your hips, please," said Wendy taking hold of the waistband of my exercise shorts. I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy when my cunt was free of the clinging material.
"Gale looks ready to be fucked," said Clyde reaching over to feel my pussy.
"You ever pull a train?" asked Simon.
"No," I replied honestly. I'd had my share of sexual partners but they had been strictly one at a time.
"Well, you're in for a treat. Want to go first, Simon?" asked Clyde.
"That's mighty white of you," said Simon. "Wendy, make me hard while I eat Gale's pussy."
Right there in front of everyone I spread my legs and separated my labia with my fingers to expose my clit. Simon's enormous head found its way between my legs and the Laker's franchise player took a long slow lick that had almost the same effect on my brain as the coke.
"Raise your legs, Gale. I always like to eat the butt first," said Simon.
Flexible me raised my legs, grabbed the inside of my feet and pulled them back behind my head and interlocked them. I teach Iyengar yoga three times a week.
"Would you look at that?" said Simon in admiration.
A very large pink tongue parted my labia and licked me from hole to clit before Simon settled his mouth around my asshole. Simon's lips and tongue noisily worked my sphincter. I grunted as I puckered and un puckered my anus. Some of the married men I take to Celia's are ass eaters and they consider my rectal control one of the marvels of Southern California. Pilates and yoga combined with other strenuous exercises have let me with an exceptional degree of flexibility and muscular control. It wasn't a gift either. I worked my rear off to achieve it. Simon and I got into a rhythm of me opening my sphincter so he could put a couple inches of tongue inside. Once inside, I squeezed it as he tongue fucked me. After a couple of iterations, he decided to share his appreciation of my skills with the onlookers.
"Look, look at what she can do," said Simon taking his mouth off my ass and raising his head so everyone could see me open and close my rectum.
There was a loud murmur of approval from the crowd.
"White girls are crazy for anal. They got hungry holes," commented a nearby black girl whose hand was in the front of her thong working her clit.
The drugs had caused me to lose all inhibitions. I gave a passing thought to the idea that Samuel might show up with Claudia who would get to see me accepting oral sex from Simon and exhibiting my anal techniques. Oh well, she would know there was still something where I wasn't a loser at least as far as this crowd was concerned.
When I looked around I saw that everyone even the DJ had gathered around to watch. I was on my back with my legs spread wide. Simon was eating my ass out. Clyde was either tongue kissing me or sucking on my nipples. After a while, he stood up straddling my face and I sucked his cock while my hands worked his balls and ticked his anus.
I had no idea what drug they had put in my drink but I was totally helpless to resist even though I was aware of what was happening. I had lost my will. If someone had told me to walk out in the traffic on the I-10, I would have done it. I just lay there; ignoring the fact a sizeable crowd was watching me having sex with two men.
Foreplay over, Simon mounted me. Simon I later learned was seven foot three inches tall and had an eleven-inch cock. I clung to him, humping like a mad woman as he pounded my pussy. I had no idea of time or duration. All too soon, he delivered his product and rolled off me. Someone who I didn't know took his place. After he popped, someone else took his place. It was a blur. At some point, I was placed on all fours for anal intercourse. A well-lubricated cock easily pushed past my open sphincter. I was no novice when it came to having my back door penetrated. Whether it was the booze, drugs, or situation, my head got into the scene and I started fucking for all that I was worth. Wendy later told me that I surprised everyone with my enthusiasm and energy. People in the crowd said I must be a nymphomaniac.
At some point there was my first double penetration and then my first triple penetration. There were encouraging remarks from the crowd. My tits became sore from all the biting and sucking. I started going in and out of consciousness. I'd pass out and wake up for a few seconds as a new stud entered the hole of his choice. Finally I just passed out. One of my last thought was why do they call a gang rape, 'pulling a train'? Train didn't seem to describe what happened to me.
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"Wake up, Mother," said a familiar voice. Someone was lightly slapping my cheek. I must have passed out. I fluttered my eyes open and there was my daughter Claudia. I was no longer beside the pool. I was somewhere inside the mansion. Several pairs of strong hands were holding me on my knees and elbows
"Claudia, hi sweetheart," I murmured as I came slightly more awake. I wanted to ask her why she was slapping me but I was too out of it to form the words.
"Raise up, Mother, and give Cesar a kiss," said Claudia.
That was when I realized she was holding something to my lips. When my eyes focused enough to see what was in front of me, I came to the realization that my face was several inches from the asshole of a large black dog and the thing Claudia was holding against my lips was the animal's red spongy cock. It was bent straight back between his hind legs.
"Open up, Mom," said Claudia pushing the end of Cesar's penis firmly against my lips.
And because I was under the influence of alcohol and drugs I did as Claudia directed. A second or two later, Cesar's cock slid into my mouth. I'd never even considered doing anything like that before. My second husband had once showed me some porn videos he brought back from Mexico. He'd talked me into sucking his cock while we watched different scenes of bestiality. I recalled there were dogs, burros, and even a large snake involved. I remember thinking it was the most degrading thing I had ever witnessed a woman perform. However, I had to admit the Latinas in the video seemed to be enjoying themselves. I'd let him eat then fuck me while I watched an olive-skinned Mexican climb under a burro and take what must have been eighteen inches of thick cock in her hole smiling all the while. I was in total awe of how she managed to handle something so long and large inside her then I recall that seven pound ten ounces of Claudia in a twenty-one inch package had exited my vagina.
"Nice, but lean to the right a little, Claudia" whispered a male voice. When I glanced in the direction of the voice, I saw Harold Simmons aiming a video camera in my direction.
"Gently, Momma, just like it was one of the guys at the club, suck Cesar's doggie dick," cooed Claudia softly in my ear. My daughter was stroking one of my tits to encourage me.
I wanted to say something to her but my mouth was full of dog cock. Someone I couldn't see was between my legs licking my pussy. It all felt so great even though I knew it was wrong and I shouldn't be doing it.
"She's sucking it. I said she would. Didn't I Simon?" whispered a familiar male voice from another direction. I recognized Clyde and Simons's voice.
"It's that shit you get in Mexico. It'd make Mother Theresa rim the Pope's ass," replied Simon.
"How you doing down there, Wendy?" asked Clyde.
"Fine, she's nice and wet," said the female who was underneath me eating my well-fucked snatch. That female was the beautiful Asian girl who seemed to be making a habit of going down on me.
"Mom, take it out for a minute and give Cesar's butthole some love," said Claudia as she removed Cesar's cock from my mouth. She moved the large shepherd back several inches toward me and my mouth came in contact with the dog's asshole. Uncharacteristically helpful Claudia was raising Cesar's tail so his anus was accessible.
I had to be out of my mind but I did it. I put my lips around that dog's butthole and went to work just like it was one of the men at the club who liked to be rimmed. There was the faint smell and taste of what I assumed was dog shit as I forced Cesar's sphincter open with the tip of my tongue and cleaned out the first half inch of his rectum.
"Eating dog ass, that's about as low as a woman can go," commented Simon from somewhere behind me.
"That perfect, mother, you're doing a great job. Cesar is loving it," said Claudia.
"Claudia, get Mom's mouth back on Cesar's cock. Clyde, see if you can get Nero to mount her," said Harold from behind the camera.
I felt warm breath and a huge tongue excitedly licking my pussy and ass. Another animal had appeared on the scene. Wendy was still down there getting her licks in.
"You want some of that pussy? Don't you Nero? Wendy, help him," said Clyde.
Wendy stopped licking me. There was movement from my rear. Someone placed a padded wooden stand or table over my back. It was there to support Nero's weight. Later I realized that if Nero had just hopped on me, he would have forced me to the floor. Nero and Cesar were big dogs.
"Climb up, boy," said Wendy.
I felt more warm breath on my back and I could feel his hind legs against my buttocks and thighs. Nero seemed to be excited by the prospect of fucking me. He was jumping around on his hind legs trying to get his cock in my vagina. But it kept missing and sliding off.
"Hold still boy. Let me help you," said Wendy.
What ever she did worked. I felt something pointed and hard push past my entrance. Seconds later, I was having a two way with Cesar and Nero. Nero started pumping me at a rate that no human male could achieve. I felt something very large swelling up just inside my vagina. It was so large it was painful. Wendy got back down between my legs and applied her mouth to my clit as Nero fucked my pussy. Looking back on it, I can't think of anything more perverted but at the time, I was completely with inhibitions. I was sucking and fucking dog cock with every ounce of effort I could find.
"Man, look at her go," said Simon.
"Claudia, you should be proud of your Mom," said Clyde. "Ain't many women this side of Tijuana that can handle canine cock like she can."
"The men at the club all say she is a terrific fuck. I just wish she would get off my back," said Claudia.
"Excellent, Nero is going to tie with her. I'll need to capture that for my collection," said Harold. "This is a sacred moment so everyone cooperate."
"Fucking Nero is in love with his white bitch," laughed Simon.
"How does it feel, Claudia, to see your Mom fucking dogs?" asked Clyde.
"She deserves it. She's been a real pain in the ass lately," said Claudia laughing.
It wasn't long until Cesar's cock erupted in my mouth. Dog semen is less viscous but much more plentiful. A man gives you a couple of teaspoons. Cesar dumped a couple of full mouthfuls that I managed to gulp down. Fortunately he ejaculated in half a dozen large spurts that I ingested. I was feeling full by the time Cesar had emptied his tank.
"Swallow every drop like a good Mommie," cooed Claudia in her little girl voice.
Nero shot his wad a half minute later. I felt his stuff run out my pussy and down my thighs. I could feel and hear Wendy licking and swallowing Nero's semen as it dripped out of me.
"Don't move a muscle. His knot is inside you," said Harold. "It makes you appreciate the genius of nature. Doesn't it, Claudia? I only wish that our creator had equipped our penises with a knot so we could tie with the female."
"It is so weird," said Claudia. "I love to watch it."
I was in a drug induced do-what-I was told state. I stayed still for what seemed like forever. Finally, his penis popped out of my pussy and I collapsed to the ground.
"When she whelps Nero's pups, I want pick of the litter," laughed Simon.
That was the last thing I remember before I passed out. It was sometime later that once again there was Claudia waking me.
"Wake up, Mom, time to go home," said Claudia.
I was on a couch upstairs. Someone had covered me with a blanket.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost noon Sunday. Fucking dogs wears you out, doesn't it?" said Claudia handing me my clothes.
"Oh my God, I did that, didn't I?" I said tugging my jog bra over my boobs. I felt very sore especially in the area between my legs.
"Yes, you did and Harold has it all on DVD. So if you're still thinking about calling the law and having everybody arrested for statutory rape, you might find yourself starring in a bestiality film downloaded all over the planet."
"He wouldn't do that. Would he?"
"Not if you cooperate and get off my back about being with Harold. Actually Harold was pretty impressed with you. He even suggested we do a mother and daughter two way."
"That is so perverted. I'd never do that," I said pulling up my spandex shorts.
"Harold had a DVD that says you will. I think it would be kind of cool to eat my Mom's cunt."
A week later I found myself doing sixty-nine with Claudia while Harold made a DVD of the event. Wendy made it a three way. Then Harold switched off the camera and I got to fuck him for the first time. Claudia and I sucked his cock together.
I haven't been asked to screw the dogs again. But Claudia says that Harold is into bestiality and that he will get around to it. Claudia shocked the hell out of me when she told me on one her previous visits to the estate she had also sucked off one of the shepherds and fucked the other one.
"I was sober and not on drugs, either," said Claudia looking proud of herself.
"Why did you do it?" I asked. "If I hadn't been buzzed out of my mind, someone would have to hold a gun to my head to get me to rim a dog's ass and suck his cock."
"Curiosity, Harold and I are going to Mexico next week. We're going to see a donkey show. I may try that too. Harold says you are invited. You can be my fluffer."
"Do you want me there?"
"Yes, of course, you're my mother."
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