Taylor Pt. 06: Taylor's Revenge

"Why are you helping me?" Taylor asked her sister, Anne.

It was a question that Taylor had been pondering all week. Since the horrors of prom night, she and Anne had been scheming non-stop the course for their revenge against Viktor, Jackson, Ky, Ash and most of all Bradley; the group that had been forcing Taylor into all manners of sexually degrading acts for the past few months.

Anne had been one of them until a sudden change of heart during prom week. Now, she was helping Taylor plot against the others, and Taylor wanted to know why.

Anne took a few moments before answering.

"Honestly, I've been wondering the same thing. Right now it seems so clear that helping you is the right thing to do, it makes me wonder why I ever thought of hurting you," said Anne, somberly looking Taylor in the eye, "I owe you so much, but you don't owe me a thing other than your hatred. Please, let me help you. When it's over, you have every right to cut me off entirely or worse, but let me help you end this."

Taylor didn't know if she could trust Anne or her motives, but she didn't have much choice. The plans they'd made had already been put in motion. The plan was good, but there was no room for error.

Their first task had been to find an accomplice. Someone older, with skills and connections they simply didn't have. On top of that, they needed somebody with a...fluid sense of morality. The internet proved helpful and they soon located a man who seemed willing to help.

They met him at a local Starbucks, wanting someplace public in case he turned out to be a psychopath. He was already there when they arrived.

"Jamaal?" asked Taylor as she and Anne stopped in front of his table.

He looked at the two pretty high school girls, sizing them up for a long moment. Then he smiled.

"Fuck, you weren't lying," said Jamaal. The girls had described themselves to him online and he had been vocal about not believing two young girls wanted the kind of assistance he could offer.

The girls sat down with him and started explaining the situation in further detail. They told him everything that had been done to Taylor up to that point, their plan to get back at Bradley and the others, and what they hoped he could do for them. They offered him money and, if he desired, sex with one or both of them for his help. Once they'd finished, Jamaal started laughing.

"I aint trying to fuck you, but I will help you out. Throw in some more cash and you've got a deal," said Jamaal.

The girls were happy to oblige. From what he'd told them, he was the perfect person to help them carry out their revenge. They'd been willing to fuck him but were happy to simply pay him more.

The trio discussed the plan in greater detail and each left the coffee shop with their assignments.

Finally, after a week of non-stop planning, the night of Taylor's revenge had arrived. Taylor was sitting in the passenger seat of the van Jamaal had rented for them. The plan was playing through her head over and over as Jamaal hopped into the driver's seat.

"Rooms are ready, everything's set," said Jamaal.

They were in the parking lot of a seedy motel on the outskirts of the city. A couple of 18 year-old girls renting three rooms there would have raised some eyebrows, but Jamaal could do it easily.

"Great. Anne should be here soon," said Taylor. Her hands were fidgeting non-stop in her lap. Try as she might, she couldn't keep still. Jamaal noticed.

"They really did a number on you, huh?" he asked. Taylor and Anne hadn't told him everything about Taylor's torturous past few months, but they'd told him enough.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming for them," said Taylor, squeezing her hand into a tight fist.

Jamaal chuckled, nodding his head.

"Yeah I'd have to agree with that," he said.

Anne's car pulled into the parking lot. Taylor ducked down in her seat. Anne wasn't alone.

"Looks like they're here," said Jamaal.

Anne parked the car and stepped out, followed by Viktor, Ky and Ash. They all looked excited as Anne led them towards the motel.

"That's my cue," said Jamaal, opening the door and stepping out of the van. Taylor watched as he followed the group out of her sight. The plan had begun.

Anne's first job had been to convince Viktor and the girls that they were at the hotel on Bradley's orders to inflict more pain and humiliation upon her sister. They fell for the trap without question.

Before they'd left, Anne managed to slip Ky and Ash each a dose of a drug which made them highly...agreeable, to say the least. Once they were in Room 207 of the motel, it was just a matter of finding as many men as possible that they wouldn't want to fuck. There were plenty of dudes at the seedy dive bar nearby who fit that bill. More were lined up outside the homeless shelter down the street. For good measure, Jamaal had helped them drive the van around earlier in the evening to pick up the dirtiest, ugliest bums they could find in the city. The promise of a sandwich and a lay was plenty to get all to agree.

Viktor required even more of Jamaal's assistance. Lured to the motel with sweet promises of debauchery by Anne, he was met in Room 209 by no less than a dozen burly men who jumped him without warning. The men were gang members and ex-cons, guys Jamaal knew would be interested in helping with this particular piece of the plan. Viktor tried to fight back but the bigger, tougher men subdued him, stripped him, and lashed him to the bed on his stomach. For the next few hours, they ravaged the young man, taking turns and making it as painful and degrading as possible (per Ethan's request). Ethan in fact was in the room for most of it, gladly accepting the task of recording the event on camera. He didn't partake in Viktor's flesh himself, but the feeling of vengeance was orgasmic in its own way. Viktor had fucked him in the ass, cum on him multiple times, fucked Taylor in front of him constantly, and done everything else in his power to humiliate, emasculate and torture him. Watching Viktor whimpering in pain and degradation as a gaggle of men did the same to him was the best revenge Ethan could have asked for.

Getting back at Jackson was easier than the girls had originally thought it would be, though it did require some additional prep and planning. Anne had texted him privately asking if he wanted to fuck one of her and Taylor's aunts. Anne promised she was a hot piece of ass, and suggested Jackson invite his brother, who was the leader of the college guys who had gang-raped Taylor for two days the weekend before prom.

Jackson agreed without reservation and he and his brother Jake met Anne outside of Room 211 at 10pm. She led them inside, where the hot older woman was already naked on the bed, wearing the same style of black leather gimp mask that the guys had forced Taylor and her mom to wear on prom night. The guys couldn't see her face, and she couldn't see anything at all. Some high quality earplugs underneath the hood made it impossible for her to hear anything as well, explained Anne as the guys stripped off. As the brothers pulled out their epically huge cocks, Taylor went on to explain that her aunt wanted to be fucked long, hard and dirty and that anything goes except removing the mask.

This last rule was especially important since it was not, of course, Taylor and Anne's aunt the brothers would be fucking. It had been predictably easy for the two hot, young girls to seduce and fuck Jackson's dad not five days ago. They assumed they'd have to blackmail him for the next part to work, but when they raised the request he had agreed immediately, saying it would be no problem.

He of course wasn't given the full details of exactly who would be involved, as surely he never would have gone along with it if he had. But as it worked out, he was able to easily convince his wife to allow herself to be blindfolded and fucked by two hung dudes in a motel room, all so he could get a couple more fucks from the Smith sisters.

And so Jackson and Jake crawled into bed, naked, with their surprisingly sexy mother and not one of the three knew it. The guys stroked their massive dicks fully hard as they played with their mom's awesome huge tits, smacked her big, supple ass and fingered her pussy where, well, frankly, they had been once before. Jackson unzipped the mouth hole of the hood and pushed his mom's wet mouth onto the huge, pulsing head of his thick cock. Mrs. Brooks had been instructed not to say a word and let the two "strangers" freely take advantage of her. Amazingly, neither she nor her husband had any issue with this rule, nor any other aspect of what Taylor and Anne requested. Apparently they were swingers of some sort, and in fact acted like this was nothing too out of the ordinary. The sisters found it odd, but were happy to use it to their advantage.

Jake got behind his mom and split her pussy lips with his big dick while his brother got sucked off by her. Anne was there recording the whole thing, careful not to get the brothers' faces in every shot as she'd promised Mr. Brooks a cut of the footage. He wasn't there that night; Taylor had gone over and blown him in the afternoon as part of the arrangement. He and his wife had actually been pretty cool about everything, so the girls didn't want them to ever know that the dudes who fucked her were their own sons. That was not the case with Jackson and Jake, whom they intended to show the full video to (including the very beginning where their mom strips and puts on the mask before they arrived).

Mrs. Brooks continued to take her sons in each end, doing a shockingly good job handling the monster cocks thrusting in and out of her. Jackson and Jake switched, so that now Jackson was fucking his mom doggystyle while his brother laid down and got head from her. The two couldn't help but talk about how hot the chick they were fucking was, what fantastic tits she had, how nice her mouth felt, etc. Anne almost blurted out laughing when Jackson called her a "true milf". If only he knew how accurate that was. Anne made a mental note to edit their voices in the cut she gave to their father so he wouldn't be able to recognize them.

Seeing how well their mom was handling their huge slabs of meat, the boys started getting rougher with her. Taylor couldn't tell which was louder; the wet, slurping sounds coming from Mrs. Brooks mouth as Jake sloppily fucked it, or the wet slapping sound of Jackson's heavy balls against her clit as he pounded her from behind.

"Unh, this slut's gonna make me dump in her pussy," said Jackson, unknowingly referring to the woman who birthed and raised him.

"Hold off for a few, I want to get in her ass and DP her first," said his brother, their mom running her lips down his shaft.

"Too late, can't turn back now. Don't worry, for this bitch I can guarantee I'll pop at least three or four times," said Jackson.

He quickened his pace and indeed started dumping his load into her flaming hot pussy. Jackson and Jake could each shoot a ton, thought Anne. If they each came multiple times, their mom would be swimming in the stuff.

Jackson didn't even pull his cock out after cumming, just helped his mom reposition so she was riding him while her other son crouched behind her, rubbing the wet head of his prick against her tight button. She moaned sexily as the big cock pushed into her slippery asshole. Jackson sucked and gnawed at her huge tits as they hung down into his face as his brother reamed her ass. Even having more sexual experience than Jackson did nothing to help Jake hold out much longer than his brother.

"Shiiiiit..." he groaned as he pulled out and stroked his load onto his mom's great ass. It was a deluge and when he finished he smeared the pearly stuff around her butt cheeks with the head of his dick.

"I thought I already had the hottest milf possible, but this bitch is so fucking good," he said.

The brothers rearranged themselves and their mother again, now putting her on her knees as they sat side by side at the foot of the bed so she could suck them. Even though she was willingly giving the boys passionate and experienced head, the blowjobs soon turned into rough face-fucking as both boys bucked their hips up to violently slam their giant cocks into their mom's wet, stretched maw. She tried to corral Jackson's cock by wrapping ber bountiful tits around it, but even her big melons couldn't handle enough of his meat to keep the rest from choking her. Jackson tugged on his mom's plump nipples while she sloppily titfucked and blew him.

"God, these tits are just amazing," said Jackson, roughly pinching both nipples causing his mom to squeal around his thick cock.

Jackson grabbed his mom by the hair and pulled her as far down on his dick as he could. Mrs. Brooks took an incredibly impressive amount of her son's meat, but eventually had to force herself away, choking, spitting and gasping for air. Jake grabbed her head and forced her to do the same to him and the brothers went back and forth abusing their mom's throat, giving her very little respite.

After five or so minutes of that, Mrs. Brooks, likely needing a break from getting her tonsils pummeled, managed to grab Jackson's cock with both hands and quickly moved her lips to his fat balls before he could throat fuck her. Jackson allowed her to suck at his balls as she jerked him, but when she dipped even lower to lick his ass he grabbed her by the ponytail.

"Woah, jesus, where do you think you're going, slut?" he asked. She couldn't hear him of course but seemed to get the message as he pulled her mouth back down on his dick.

"What, you don't like getting your ass licked?" asked Jake.

"Hell no. I mean, I don't think so..." said Jackson.

"Your loss," said Jake, grabbing his mom's head off his brother's dick and impaling it on his own stiff rod. After a few pumps into her mouth to wet his shaft, he pulled her head away, put his legs up and smashed her face into his ass crack. It took her a moment to adjust but soon she was giving him the rimjob her other son had rejected. Jake stroked his huge cock, as did Jackson as they both watched their mother eat ass, naked but for her black leather mask.

Taylor relished the site but decided to check on the other rooms. Entering 209, she discovered that the men must have broken Viktor's fighting spirit, as he was no longer strapped to the bed. He was now in a doggy position, still getting fucked in the ass but now also sucking a dick as well (not his first of the night, it seemed, judging by the wet and drying cum in his hair and on his red, tear-streaked face). Strangely, Viktor's cock was rock hard as he was getting pounded in the ass. Taylor laughed out loud seeing that, causing Ethan to look over at her.

"He's been hard for the last few guys who've fucked him," said Ethan, knowing what Taylor was looking at.

Taylor recognized the guy Viktor was sucking as one of the bums who had been in room 207. Apparently the men were now moving freely between the rooms, taking whatever they desired.

Ethan was taking video of everything, making sure to get whatever angle necessary to not miss any of the action. Taylor wanted to stay with him but needed to check out the last room.

The smell of sex and body odor in room 207 was somehow even stronger than in the other two. Taylor could smell it in the hallway through the closed door. Two more dirty, apparently homeless men had arrived and were waiting outside the door, looking a little nervous and confused.

"You guys here for the party?" asked Taylor, sizing up the pair of bums: they were both fairly lean and skinny, but one had short stubble on his face while the other had a wild, untamed beard and head of hair in various shades of gray and white.

"I guess so. It's true that you can screw some pretty girls inside?" asked Beardy.

"You betcha," responded Taylor.

"Are...that is...are you one of 'em?" He asked sheepishly.

"Unfortunately not, cowboy, but I promise you won't be disappointed," said Taylor, opening the door for the men and gesturing for them to enter. The sound of sex rang out from the room.

"And there's food right?" asked Stubble, "Any chance I can take a shower?"

Taylor didn't want to offend but her nose told her that both men could really use a wash.

"You sure can, but not until after you're done fucking them. Both of them," said Taylor, following the men through the door.

The group of dudes inside seemed to be getting worn out. Under the influence of the drug in their system, Ky and Ash were insatiable, both shouting in pleasure and begging to be fucked harder, faster, and by more men. Most of the guys were sitting or standing on the outskirts of the room in various states of undress and arousal. Taylor saw one bum sitting on the desk, eating a sandwich with one hand and beating off furiously with the other, his eyes glued on the orgy in front of him.

Ky was riding one of Jamaal's convict friends reverse-cowgirl, slamming her hips down on his large dick with a zeal normally reserved for anger. Ash was lying beneath a homeless gentleman who was chewing on her soft tits as he fucked her, much to her apparent delight.

Stubble and Beardy watched with shocked enthusiasm. Taylor wanted to get their not-so-fresh skin in the game, so to speak, and offered to take their coats. They had four coats between them and they didn't stop disrobing after handing those to Taylor. She laid them on top of a pile that had formed in the corner.

Despite their differences in facial hair grooming, once completely nude Taylor could see that both men had tangled messes of pubic hair: overgrown, matted and filthy from continuous poor hygiene. Taylor couldn't help but notice that despite his otherwise nasty appearance, Beardy had a pretty good looking cock, which he was now playing with as he watched the girls get fucked.

Within minutes the two men fucking Ash and Ky came (in their pussies, as the girls more or less demanded). Nobody stepped up to take their spots immediately so Taylor took Beardy and Stubble by the hand and guided them to the beds. Inspired by the scene she'd left in 211, she got the men to sit on the edge of the bed. With a snap and a point, she got the very pliable girls to get on their knees; Ash in front of Beardy and Ky in front of Stubble.

"Eat their asses," said Taylor forcefully, knowing that the girls would comply.

They did, willingly and with smiles on their faces. The men tried to object momentarily, insisting they weren't clean enough, but the girls weren't having it. Taylor watched as Ky pushed Stubble's legs up, lifted his saggy ball sack and dove tongue first into his mangy, hairy asshole. Ash did the same in turn.

That got the energy in the room back up, introducing a whole new level of kink into the atmosphere. Guys were lining up again to have their way with Ash and Ky and Taylor felt confident the gangbang would continue for at least another couple hours. She watched for a while then slipped out of the room just as Stubble shot his thick, yellow load on Ky's forehead.

Taylor made her way back to 211, passing Jamaal on the way who confirmed that things were continuing as planned in Viktor's room.

"He was literally begging for one of us to help him cum," said Jamaal with a laugh, "We've got that shit on tape, too."

Taylor could hear Viktor's muffled screams of pain (and what almost sounded like pleasure) through the door. She'd have felt sorry for him if he hadn't put her through far worse the past few months.

Taylor knocked softly on the door to 211 and moments later Anne answered, smiling victoriously. She let Taylor in, pointing to the bed where Mrs. Brooks was in practically the same position as before but now back to rimming Jackson, who seemed to have gotten over his aversion to the act. Jake was behind his mom, tongue buried in her slightly stretched asshole. Together they formed an incestuous little human centipede and Anne was getting it all on camera.