Consenting Step Daughter

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“You’re coming with us,” Mike growled. He grabbed her arm roughly and twisted it up behind her. She walked ahead of them up the stairs and into her mother’s bedroom. Gail had her eyes closed but she opened them quickly when she heard voices. She looked at them with shocked face.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “We thought you’d been avoiding us lately,” Mike said sweetly. “So we thought we’d come to see you.”

“You can’t come into my house,” Gail said angrily.

“We just did,” said Mike. “Now are you going to be nice or do we have to take our fun with your daughter?”

“You fucking bastards,” Gail shouted.

Sandra felt like screaming and kicking but she could do nothing. Mike put his arm on her shoulder and let his fingers slide down until he was I inches away from the front of her bathing suit. She saw her mother shrug her shoulders.

“You bastards,” Gail said flatly. “All right. Don’t do anything to her. I’ll do what you want. I just send her away.”

“Now we couldn’t send her away,” Glenn smiled. “She can just sit over there and watch.”

“Please don’t leave her here,” Gail begged.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Glenn warned. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t avoided us.”

Mike pushed Sandra over to one of the chairs and made her sit. Sandra could feel her heart beating quickly as she thought about what was going to happen. She didn’t like it, but she was also excited about it. These men were going to fuck her mother!

“Now you strip,” Glenn said. “Hurry up, baby. My cock’s as hard as rock!”

Gail took one last look at Sandra and started undoing the buttons of the nurse’s uniform. In a few moments she had stripped dawn to her bra and panties. Sandra could see the two men licking their fat lips.

“Everything, baby,” Glenn said. “I’ve been dreaming about your little pink pussy ever since I had it last.”

Mike was still standing near Sandra and he let his hand fall casually to her knee, squeezing it gently. Gail saw his hand and hurriedly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Sandra was surprised at herself as she compared her mother’s tits with her own. Her mother’s tits had a darker color but Sandra felt like her tits were bigger and juicier looking.

“Lay down on your back, bitch,” Glenn ordered. “I want to see that pussy. Spread those legs and show me your cunt!”

“You really are a bastard,” she hissed.

“I know it, baby.”

Sandra could feel her own heart pounding wildly as she watched her mother stretch out on her back and spread her legs. She used her fingers to pull apart the pink lips of her pussy and Sandra swallowed nervously as she looked right up into her mother’s cunt.

“Now play with yourself,” Glenn demanded.

“Not in front of my daughter,” Gail protested.

“I said play with your cunt, bitch,” Glenn shouted.

There was something ugly in Glenn’s voice and Gail realized she didn’t have a choice. She moved her fingers down her body and started playing at her pussy hairs. Sandra could see a shiver going I through her mother’s body as she played with her I cunthairs.

“That’s not good enough,” Glenn said. “Stick your fucking fingers in your pussy and play with I your cunt.”

Gail actually blushed but she did as she was told. She put her fingers up inside her pussy and started jerking herself off with two fingers while the men laughed. She was pushing her fingers deep inside herself and they kept laughing. It was obvious that I Gail was starting to like what was happening to her. Her ass moved in a slow rhythm.

Sandra could feel herself getting excited as she watched her mother stroke her cunt. Two, of Gail’s fingers started working in and out of her pussy and she shuddered as her fingers worked inside her.

“That’s enough,” Glenn said suddenly. “Now I’m going to have some of that sweet pussy. I can’t get enough of your hot cunt!”

Mike kept stroking Sandra’s knee but Sandra wasn’t paying any attention. Her eyes were fixed on Glenn as he stripped down to his rigid prick. She licked her lips as she looked at his swollen cockpole. It looked bigger than any she’d seen. And he looked like he knew what to do with it.

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