My raped family

Marisa is seated on a chair with her hands tied to the backrest. Some hooded men had entered at night. She still didn't know how they had done it, hadn't heard the sound of the door being forced open, and she always slept lightly and woke up to any noise. Three men had entered her room, and one of them covered her mouth, making her wake up from the sudden pressure on her face. They asked for silver. She quickly pointed out where they kept what her family would spend throughout the month. But she was surprised to notice that the criminals trusted her word and didn't search every corner of the house. Instead, they grabbed her abruptly by the arm and pulled her, half-naked, from the bed. Arriving at the ground floor, in the dining room, she could see that her daughter Brenda was being held, with her hands behind her back, as if she were handcuffed, by another hooded man. There were four of them in total. They made her sit on the chair in the dining room and tied her hands. — What do you want? — asked Marisa. The man who had pulled her from her bed approached her, bent down to her height, with his face very close to hers, and said: — We want you. Marisa paled and trembled with fear. But even in that dramatic situation, she could understand the hooded men. She was forty years old, well taken care of, and being only in underwear, immobilized, completely at the mercy of her captors, should represent a very attractive image for them. — I'll do what you say, but please don't hurt the kid, — begged Marisa. “I wish Alberto were here,” she thought, remembering her husband, who was supposed to work the night shift that evening, but then dismissed the idea. “What would that useless cuck have done in a situation like this? He would probably make things worse, certainly do something that would anger the criminals.” Her husband, since... years only caused her dissatisfaction, not even in bed could she please her anymore, which forced her to look for other pains that would take away the fever. Sometimes she hated him, and at that moment he detested him more than ever. — If your little girl doesn't resist, doesn't scream, and does everything we ask, we won't hurt her. — the hooded man who seemed to be the leader promised. The little girl was twenty years old, and unlike her mother, who slept half-naked, she was taken out of bed with a pink nightgown, with heart-shaped drawings in a stronger pink. She was as beautiful as Marisa had been twenty years ago, and would be just as beautiful as her mother at forty. Unlike her progenitor, who had wide hips and brunette skin, she had a slender body and fair skin like her father Alberto, had celestial blue eyes, anyone could mistake her for an angel, but at her young age she was all devil in bed, and made everyone who committed the error of falling in love with her pass through hell. — She's going to behave well, but please don't hurt us. — said Marisa. — Right, Brenda? The girl only bent her head, but knew she would cooperate, she had herself taught him to use his sensuality to his advantage, giving men what they wanted in exchange for different favors. Brenda had done it many times already, and even once slept with a professor from the faculty to get him to pass her on the exam. Marisa saw the man who was holding her daughter's hands put his hands on Brenda's shoulders and pulled her down hard, forcing her to kneel down. The girl began to cry. — You have to be strong, Brenda. — said Marisa, stuck to the chair where she had been tied. — It's for our own good, you'll see we get ahead. Two of the hooded men began to grope her daughter, first through the nightgown, rubbing her breasts, legs, and ass. They lifted her face every time they said bent her head to avoid seeing what they were doing to her. Tears ran down the cheek of the girl, but she didn't resist. The unknown men started putting their hands under her camisón, feeling the smooth skin of the young university student, who for the first time in her life wasn't enjoying being manhandled. One of them pulled down her panties, which were also pink and put his head covered with a hood between her legs to kiss her thigh. Marisa saw everything without losing any detail, but suddenly her vision was clouded by a hard and fleshy object. The man who had promised not to hurt her if she behaved well, had taken off his pants and was sticking out his erect penis at Marisa's mouth. She opened her mouth and licked the head of the penis that was trying to assault her, and then swallowed it. It was very difficult to suck it while being handcuffed, but she did her best, swallowing almost the whole thing until she choked on the head of the member, which made her open her eyes widely and cry. The criminal, who was somewhat sadistic, didn't let her go from his iron grip, instead he pushed harder and only released her when she twisted around in her chair, only to then pin her down again and make her choke once more. From the corner of her eye, with her vision clouded by tears, she could see her daughter who was already on all fours, still wearing her camisón, being impaled by one of the men while eating another man's cock. The fourth man remained silent, out of her field of vision. She couldn't see her daughter's face because the hairy backside of the man who was being sucked off blocked her view, but the girl's body moved agilely on the floor and despite being fucked hard, she wasn't having much trouble sucking off the other one, so she assumed that the girl was okay and doing her best. She was proud of her daughter. In a macho world, you had to make yourself known by opening your legs or Crouching down, that was the reality, and those who would assimilate it faster would progress faster. If it weren't for her sex, she wouldn't have gotten a well-paid part-time job or secured a vacancy for Brenda at a prestigious secondary school. Now it was her sex that would get her out of this problem, the girl understood and did what was necessary. Suddenly Marisa felt the blows from the guy's member on her face, followed by cum in her face. — Take it all, momma. — the leader of the hooded ones ordered. Marisa opened her mouth, but most of the semen had landed around her lips, so after swallowing the drops that fell onto her tongue, she licked her lips with a circular motion, gathering the rest of the cum and swallowing it too. Suddenly she felt her hands being freed. It was the fourth guy, the one who had remained apart, who was untying the cord that had tied her up. Grabbing her arm, he told Marisa to get up. Then he approached her from behind and whispered in her ear. — Get down on all fours, slut. — his voice was strange, as if it were distorting. Then he gave her a hard slap on the butt. She felt strangely excited. She got down on the floor and put herself in the position they had indicated. She lifted her butt, inviting her violator to do what he wanted. She knew that her backside drove men crazy, even in the most unlikely situations they couldn't help but look at it. For example, during a baptism, a guy ate her with his eyes, right in front of his wife, which of course infuriated the woman. But Marisa found this funny and, of course, later took the man to bed. The fourth hooded one ripped off her underwear with a tug, tore it to shreds, got down behind her, gave her a bite on the butt and then another slap. She enjoyed the roughness of the delinquent, in fact, that was how She liked it when they possessed her, not like the idiot of her husband Alberto who seemed to ask permission with every thing he did. The guy made space between Marisa's legs and attacked with force with his hard saber. While being screwed with impact, she saw her daughter still being penetrated by the same men. It seemed that they had already finished, because her hair had a white stain. Now she was lying face down, still wearing the pink camisón, but the tenderness that would generate a girl with an angelic face in that sexy but modest garment would be replaced by the heat generated by any beautiful sexy girl being impaled. Brenda was reclined on one of the hooded men, who was piercing his member into her ass, while the other, on top of her, was penetrating her vagina. The girl no longer cried, but screamed with pleasure every time she was impaled, mainly when she was ultrajaded in the ass. Seeing her daughter well relaxed her, and now that the girl couldn't repress the screams of enjoyment, neither would she. The bull-like thrusts she was receiving had already made her wet, and she was very close to reaching orgasm. She wished they wouldn't stop penetrating her with that same power. The fourth man was screwing her until the end and banging into her ass. The leader was somewhere watching everything, but moved and she lost sight of him. The screams of the two women rose in volume every time, but the perpetrators didn't care about it, because if someone heard them, they would simply think that it was a couple having fun. The men who were screwing her daughter finally finished almost at the same time, on top of the girl's camisón. Brenda lay exhausted on the floor, her body twisted. She looked at her mother being screwed with force and was surprised to see her face full of happiness and pleasure while being raped by the hooded man, and she was even more surprised when she heard the unmistakable ... From orgasm. The intruders, happy with the predisposition of their victims, stayed for a few hours and made them enjoy it like never before. Brenda was finally stripped of the semen-soaked truck and also took the liberty of cum without feeling any guilt. Women never spoke about the topic again, but every time there was a news report on rape on TV, they would exchange complicit smiles, remembering that night, which could have been tragic but turned out to be extremely pleasant.

*** That night, the rapists, taking advantage of the darkness, escaped in the car they had arrived in. Once they were a few blocks away, they took off their hoods. You were right, Albertito, said the leader. They were so good and so hot. Alberto only replied with a smile. Years ago, he had been inciting his friends to seduce his wife Marisa. He only asked them in return that they record the encounters, so he could watch them later and masturbate to them. He never could explain it but those things excited him more than being with his wife in their bedroom. Traditional relationships didn't excite him. That's why he decided to sneak into his house, pretending to be a delinquent. He thought he was going to enjoy the situation, and he wasn't wrong. Seeing his wife being raped by his friends excited him so much that it got harder than he thought it could, and then he possessed her like never before. What he didn't count on was the presence of his daughter. He thought she would be at her boyfriend's house, so he hesitated to go ahead with the plan. But finally, seeing his little girl being held everywhere, was the icing on the cake, he loved the spectacle it gave him. He realized that even someone as twisted as him still had dark corners in their interior that they didn't know about and needed to explore.