Voices Carry

Also helplessly watching, Allan made a strained, angry sound in his throat, prompting a slightly firmer squeeze on the shoulder by Grizzly Adams. His wife's lips were just then being forcefully parted by the huge prick, the head disappearing inside her appalled mouth as another man pushed her skirt up to the top of her ass. He exposed the back and sides her lacey blue, high cut panties for the viewing pleasure of those attending, but that wasn't all.

She'd always preferred, having the standards Cheryl did, Garters to keep her stockings up, but never lied to herself about how sexy they also made her feel. This night, she was wearing a wide, hip hugging, white lace belt that had matching straps running down inside her panties to her white stockings, and there was no doubt of how the crowd felt about her standards as the hot, sweaty cock was forced deeper into her groaning, helpless mouth.

Topless and in a panic after her knight in shining armour's dismal failure, Valerie was shoved into the booth behind Allan, on the tabletop and face up as her arms were held, breasts touched, then manhandled. Hands grabbed at her crotch through her jeans as her legs were held still from kicking out and it wasn't long before they began fumbling at the top button as she twisted and moaned.

Deb, her blouse now pushed off her shoulders and gathered at her elbows and waist, watched as the thin, flimsy cups of her bra bulged with the man's hands down inside them. They grabbed her firm melons, squeezing appreciatively while one of her itchy, painfully erect nipples snapped up between two fingers. She blushed with humiliation when she saw Calvin watching drop jawed. He had a hardon.

Noticing her stunned glance as he knelt at the end of his bench, Calvin hastily turned, as flushed as Deb was, to see what was happening with his other sister. The crotch of Jill's pink panties were now being held aside and for the first time in his life, Calvin saw his little sister's flower, watched as the man holding her in his lap licked his finger and began rubbing around it.

Allan watched Jill's face, his daughter now leaning more than halfway across the table on her elbows, trying to squirm away from the unauthorized finger that rubbed her hole, pressing every now and then. She now looked right at him from just over a foot away as the man whose lap she was sitting in went on doing what Allan could only imagine from his visual perspective.

"Huu- uhh. Uuuuhh! Nnnnggggg," she ground, holding the corner of her lower lip in her teeth.

He had to look away, even though she continued staring gape mouthed in some kind of sexual shock. Her expression made him feel he was the one doing filthy things to her, but the scene beside him was no more comforting.

Deb's firm, round breasts had been hauled mostly out of her bra, thick nipples astoundingly erect for all to see as she watched them being handled, a part of her listening to the defiant sounds of their would be savior struggling uselessly behind her. Presently, the fondling hands withdrew, almost sensually caressing up her chest to her shoulders where they took a firm, but almost massaging grip, easing her forward in her seat. The reason for this became clear as a heavy boot appeared at the outside of each of her thighs and, with those strong hands under her arms, she found herself being lifted up out of her seat and placed on the cleared tabletop.

For the first time, she saw the anonymous admirer of her young body, a man who, underneath the thick beard and dirty Husqvarna winter skullcap, looked to be in his mid to late thirties and possibly attractive.

Monsieur Adams said something to him in French and the galoot smiled, replying in the same language with an agreeable demeanor as Deb sat on one thigh, knees bent with her heels behind her slightly rounded ass. Adams said something else, laughed and reached across Allan, excusing himself as though he were reaching for the sugar. The sleeves of her white blouse hanging from them, she held her forearms across her breasts as she begged in a small voice when Adam's hand took her ankle, tugging her leg out straight as the other took her arms away from her chest and guided her bare back to the table.

Her legs were spread as he began sucking at her nipples and somebody grabbed her crotch through her smart, black pants. A small moan of helpless fear escaped her throat as a regretful groan full of impotent anger escaped her father's at seeing his daughter laid out to be used in front of him. Most regretfully of all, watching Mr. Adams softly pinch Deb's crotch between thumb and fingers was turning him on and he took his eyes away, disbelieving of the stirrings in his underwear.

It wasn't any easier watching Jill's sweater being pulled off to reveal her simple, but oh so sexy little pink bra, so he ignored the hands that immediately covered her B-cups as she gasped to whatever the man whose lap she straddled was doing to her. Instead he looked to his wife, but found no help there.

Cheryl's mouth was stuffed full of cock, her eyes bulging, standards sorely tested. The crotch of her panties was being held to the side so two men, one with no pants on, could explore her pussy and ass with their unapologetic fingers. The trouser challenged man pressed his finger at her anus while the other played with her clit. Her thighs reflexively trembled, the muscles there wanting to jerk her knees closer together as her protests took the form of lewd choking and slurping sounds. The big hand at the back of her head held her fast as the man's swelled organ seemed to thrum and actually get bigger just before the his sperm began squirting down her throat over and over. She was helpless to stop it, her fluttering hands, one on the tabletop, the other still on the powerful thigh in front of her, demonstrated this just before she began choking. A portion of the man's juice and her saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, a good deal more as he pulled himself out while, at the same time, she and Calvin's eyes made contact.

Calvin wasn't sure of what he'd just seen until the Frenchman's dick was removed from his mother's mouth. Breathing hard, she coughed and choked, her mouth still wide open as she let a mouthful of cum drain out, a totally shocked expression on her face that he was watching this.

"Ohh-h, Calvin! No, don't look! Do-! Ohhhhh!" she finished with a groan as one of the men behind started pushing a fat middle finger up her pussy. "Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd, noooo! Uhhh-aahh!? Uhh- mmmmbp!"

Another cock had found its way into his mother's open mouth and began fucking it while she squealed to this and the removal of her skirt. Calvin, in spite of his mother's wishes, looked on because the hardon in his pants now demanded it. The crazy, forbidden thought that she looked good sucking cock lurked around the back of his mind.

Valerie's boots were being pulled off, her pants already halfway down her thighs so that two of the three men on her could teasingly play with her light green panties, tugging here and there before their hands became more daring, rubbing her lips and clit through the light satin. The third man, finished with her footwear, began hauling her pants the rest of the way off as the other two removed her panties. Thirty seconds later, she was naked with a thick finger pressing at her pussy as someone chuckled something in French amidst her franticly pleading, useless resistance.

Deb's breasts were now the playthings of her admirer, her bra pushed halfway down to her navel as she squirmed under his lips and tongue. The button at the top of her pants was undone and the zipper beneath it opened up a moment later. She lifted her head, whining a desperate plea as she watched her office-wear being spread open and pulled down a bit, her father also watching as though mesmerized by the glaring white front of her low riding, white lace, hot-panties. They both observed in almost disbelieving fascination as a big hand went down her pants, groping and prodding with fingers that drew moisture to her pussy and small gasps from her mouth.

Her view of this and her father was cut off when her admirer, now without pants, his shirt unbuttoned, straddled her upper body on his knees. He grabbed her breasts and poked his long, stiff penis up between them, a generous amount of precum lubing the soft, warm tunnel it pushed through. Around a disturbing attraction to her abuser's strong, fit body, Deb's mind grappled with the sight of his cockhead appearing from between her breasts and pressing against her chin.

Jill squirmed desperately in the smelly man's lap, trying to get away from the warm, hard member that he'd freed from his pants. However, he was also in the middle of pulling her bra down right in front of her own father. She gasped when one cup was turned down, about to cover her erecting nipple when his pole somehow found its way inside her panties. Her bra was unclasped and off it came, tossed in her red faced father's lap with a chuckle.

Allan's eyes widened at Jill's bare chest as his daughter was pulled backward, her back touching the man's chest as she squealed and squirmed to whatever was going on under her skirt. He found out a few seconds later when she lifted the front of it and looked down as though she had no better idea of what was going on down there than he as they both observed the long, thick lump pushing its way up inside the front of her pink panties. Allan got even harder at the open mouthed, awestruck expression of disbelief on Jill's face as the head cleared the waistband and lay against her lower stomach.

Calvin didn't notice this, or Deb's pants being removed. His own hardon ached as he unthinkingly fixated on his mother. Without being able to see exactly what they were doing at that angle, he still couldn't tear his eyes away from the men who were playing between her raunchily spread legs from behind and the way those garter straps traced her hips and thighs to the strained tops of her sheer stockings.

Cheryl was partially aware of her son's attention, but her mind didn't have time to think about it. She knew very well what they were doing between her legs and it was making her groan around the cock-meat in her mouth. She currently had two fingers inside her vagina while another was working its way up her ass and she wondered how long it would be before those fingers were replaced with big, hard, sweaty cocks that would drive ever so deeper, filling her like no finger ever could.

These thoughts were wiped away when the man who was fucking her face shoved himself in as far as he could before his penis throbbed, then seemed to explode in her mouth. She couldn't help but swallow some as the man just kept spurting, her pelvis jerking to the filthy attention it was receiving.

"Gmmp! Ummp, (gulp) gphlk! (gulp) Mmmmph! (choke) Mmmb?! (gulp)"

Calvin, his attention now diverted from the lower half of his mother's body, watched in utterly mindless, sexual shock as she took another load of hot cum in her mouth. Like before, his seed and her saliva seeped from between her lips and the cock they were wrapped around, down her chin and the front of her pullover. The man finally pulled out of her mouth and, again, mother and son's eyes met.

Calvin found it hard to read her expression. She seemed to be in a daze, her eyes slightly vacant, jaw slack with jism running out of it. She jerked in reaction to something happening between her legs and he now found himself undeniably curious as to what they were doing back there. Then, to his totally dismayed pleasure, a fresh man stepped up on the table in front of Cheryl, taking her by the hair at the back of her head to jerk himself off in her face. Long, thick strings of cum lashed her fine features, her head jerking in the man's grip with each one as he defiled her forehead, nose and cheek.

"Uh... uh... Oh, oh-! uh-h!" was all Cheryl could say about this as Calvin continued to stare throughout this excitingly wrong procedure.

A sudden hand rubbing his now completely hard prick made Allan jump. It was the waitress, looking down at him with a horny sneer. She looked at Monsieur Adams next and said something in French, gesturing to Deb with her head and they both laughed. Then one of the Frenchmen said something else, gesturing to Calvin and there was more laughter.

Calvin didn't notice any of this because, as Allan saw, his attention was on Cheryl and the stiff penis that was poking and nosing around the lips of her wet snatch while another man fingered her ass to the knuckle. This information, while losing no importance in Allan's mind, was shoved to the backburner when the not unattractive blonde began opening his pants. He tried to stop her, but the unofficial spokesperson for their collective abusers rested his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed a little, just enough to make things uncomfortable, and the woman had her way.

To his complete humiliation, she took his hardened length right out of his pants and began stroking it as he watched. The worst part was that it felt so mind numbingly good and, with the live porn show in front of him, he knew he wouldn't last long, even though the lead characters in this show were his own family.

Valerie beheld the grinning, naked man with dread as he crawled up her body. Others held her down as his cockhead touched her vaginal lips and pushed forward.

"Uhhgg! Nooooo! (gasp!) Uhh-h! A-! Ahhhh-hh!?"

She strained helplessly as the ridge of his head passed her entrance, burrowing deeper inside her canal until she was full. With her legs held spread, her back arched against him in natural reaction as she howled to the ceiling, sincerely wishing she'd listened to Ed.

He began pumping her, dragging himself out and then pushing himself unstoppably inside again until their pelvises ground together. She yelped and howled, railing against his invasion, but he only began pumping her faster and harder.

Ed, meanwhile, could see most of what was going on with the Conway family and all of what was going on with his common-law idiot. This attitude seemed to produce a very surprising reaction to the sight of her being raped and it was the chief reason for why his penis was rapidly growing in his pants. He never would have thought he'd enjoy seeing something like that happen to her, but there it was, and it wasn't as though he could do anything about it. He'd already tried.

Deb whined in twisting desperation when her legs were raised in the air and her smart work slacks were pulled away from her hips. When they, along with her footwear were gone, she felt her panties being half ripped away as the big, hard cock kept thrusting in and out of her cleavage. The ruined undergarment now rested enticingly halfway down her left thigh, the other leg hole torn at the waistband. Her legs were spread, private parts fully and completely bared and she wondered if her father was looking. This thought was interrupted by her groaning admirer as he forcefully shot his load against her chin and neck. The last shots stopped in her cleavage and upper chest and he carefully got off, still moaning.

When he did, Deb's sister saw the fresh, sticky mess on her older sibling's bare chest. Deb lay there for a moment before she was hauled down so that her ass was hanging just over the edge of the table, her jism smeared breasts right in front of her father as though they were a meal he'd ordered. It took his attention from what was happening in Jill's panties as the waitress jerked him with an evil grin.

Looking down again, Jill could see precum smeared on her lower belly and the dark stains of it on the front of her panties. He humped and undulated against her slowly, seeming to enjoy her squirming attempts at resistance as it rubbed her clit. Still holding her skirt up, she watched as the head again emerged from under the waistband, the hole at the tip like an eye winking at her. A hard cock appeared in front of her, ejaculating all over her breasts as a particularly grizzled man started slapping Deb's bared pussy with his hard meat.

"Ohhhhhh-hh!" Jill moaned at the copious amount of jism running down her chest.

Cheryl grunted as someone's erection penetrated her, driving right to her cervix and making itself known in no uncertain terms when it got there by performing a few figure eights.

"Ohhh-h, god! Awwww! Ohh-h-! Ohhh!"

A moment later, another cock was shoved into her mouth and down her throat, cutting off most of her reaction to a man other than Allan fucking her. Rolling her eyes to the left, she saw Calvin still watching, but that situation came to end when the man who'd been fingering her ass reached into the Conway's booth and grabbed him by the shirt, slowly hauling him towards the booth his mother now occupied. He struggled as his shirt was torn half open, but his arms were restrained and he was unable to stop them.

Cheryl wasn't as disturbed as she'd think she'd be when a heavily bearded man from Valerie's new booth stepped into theirs and began undoing the front of Calvin's pants. The same way he watched her violation with helpless, forbidden interest, she in turn watched as his pants were pulled down, noting the dark, wet spot where his cockhead lay against his light blue briefs. He resisted as best he could, a small, strained cry coming from his throat as he was hauled a little further into her booth. She watched his excited package jostle in his underwear as the man behind her got into a solid rhythm, felt the tingling of a future orgasm when the bearded man tore the crotch of Calvin's underwear in half, allowing her son's hard cock and balls to flop out in front of her.

What Cheryl couldn't see was what Allan was watching in horror as he got closer and closer to ejaculation, thanks to his evil, Quebecois waitress. Somebody'd straddled Calvin's face and was pushing their stiff, slickened cock into his very unwilling mouth. His shirt was torn the rest of the way open as his pants were pulled the rest of the way off, his body being pulled a little further into the next booth. His briefs had been yanked up his stomach and his erect cock jerked and bobbed until the bearded man grabbed it, playing with the head and making Calvin's hips jerk in reaction. Allan groaned in louder frustration as Calvin was slowly pulled the rest of the way into the next booth, the bearded man following him there to join a small knot of large men who blotted the squirming young man from his father's sight.

Deb cried out, distracting Allan from the regrettable fate of his heir apparent and to her accoster as he ground his hard, vein covered rod against her clit. He couldn't help but notice her trimmed, black bush and almost came when the blonde waitress suddenly stopped, giving him a playful slap on the cheek before she left him.

Ed was still watching Valerie's rape and getting off on it more and more when his rude waitress climbed up on the table and held herself over him on her hands and knees.

"You know what you Anglos do that really pisses me off?" she sneered in lightly accented English.

Ed's only reply was a slack jaw and a stunned blink, however, she didn't seem to require any reply as she went on to tell him anyway.

"You always pick the booth that's farthest from the counter. I have to walk all the god damned way down there after being on my feet for hours," she breathed with a slightly twisted smile. "And I swear to god, you all do it on purpose."

Ed looked away uncomfortably on account of the fact that he had done it on purpose. For him, it was a vengeful practice when travelling through these parts, but he had no idea this practice was widespread among Anglophones.

Again without waiting for reply, she started tearing his shirt off with an almost maniacal laugh. Ed knew the French were sometimes different in funny little ways, but he had to doubt this one's sanity. She hauled his pants and underwear down to his knees and raised her skirt to show she wasn't wearing underwear, her shaved twat glistening with moisture as she lowered it to Ed's hardness. Reaching behind her, she leered down at him as she positioned the head of his prick to her lips, trapping it there and slowly settling down around him, her eyes lighting up as Ed's did until he was buried inside her to the hilt.