Chapter 326- GangBang
The woman on the floor looked at her.
The thick mother’s face crumpled — not gradually, all at once, the face of a woman who has just heard her daughter scream her name from a cage and has understood that the next thing happening will be the price of that cage remaining closed.
Vekar stepped forward.
His fat fingers found the collar of her blouse.
And pulled.
The fabric tore with a sound like a scream.
The blouse ripping down the front, the buttons popping and flying across the room, the worn fabric parting to reveal the massive, heavy tits beneath — pale, sagging with the weight of age and motherhood, the dark areolas enormous and wide, the nipples thick and long and already stiffening in the cold air from the broken door.
Her skirt followed.
Two hands grabbing it from the sides — not Vekar’s, the men beside him, the two with the bats — and tearing it upward, the fabric shredding, the long skirt becoming rags that fell around her thick hips and exposed the full, heavy spread of her thighs.
She was naked.
Under the torn remnants of her dress, she was naked — the thick, mature body of a woman who had carried children and fed them and worked and aged, the belly soft and rounded, the pussy dark-haired and thick-lipped, the ass enormous and pale and marked with the faint stretch lines of past weight.
Vekar grabbed her hair.
His thick fingers closing around the dark strands, pulling her head back, forcing her face up toward him while his other hand went to his cock.
"You should have stayed home," he said.
He pressed the head of his cock against her mouth.
The dark, swollen tip, dripping pre-cum, pushing against her closed lips with the heavy insistence of a man who had already decided this was happening.
"Open."
She didn’t.
Her lips pressed together, her eyes streaming, her thick body trembling on the floor.
He smacked her face.
The open palm of his free hand striking her cheek with a sharp crack that bounced off the walls.
SMACK—
"OPEN—"
Her mouth opened.
Not willingly — from the shock of the blow, her jaw loosening, her lips parting, and he thrust forward immediately, his thick eight inches pushing past her teeth and into the warm wet cavity of her mouth.
"MMPH — MNNGH — HHN—"
The sound came out around the shaft, her eyes going wide, her hands flying up to press against his fat belly, her fingers digging into the flesh of his stomach.
He thrust deeper.
Two inches. Three. The shaft thick and veined and pushing against her tongue, pressing it down against the floor of her mouth, the taste of him — the salt and the unwashed skin and the pre-cum — flooding her senses.
"Yeah—" Vekar’s voice came out rough. "That’s a thick mouth. Been a while since I had a thick mouth."
He grabbed her enormous tits.
Both hands leaving her hair and finding the heavy, sagging masses of her breasts, squeezing them with the full grip of his fat fingers, the flesh yielding and bouncing back, the dark nipples dragging against his palms.
Behind him, the other men were moving.
One of them — the scarred one, the one who had thrown the girl in the cage — came around behind her, his cock hard and thick in his hand, the hair around his groin matted and greasy.
He grabbed her hips.
His thick fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her wide hips, pulling her up from the floor, forcing her onto her knees while Vekar’s cock remained buried in her mouth.
The position lifted her ass.
The enormous, pale, thick ass rising into the air, the dark hair of her pussy visible between her thighs, the puffy lips of her cunt already wet from the fear and the shock.
The scarred man pressed his cock against her pussy.
"No—" The sound came from around Vekar’s shaft, muffled, broken. "Mmph — nngh — wai—"
He thrust in.
One hard, deep push, the full length of his thick cock driving into her cunt, the walls of her mature pussy stretching around the intrusion, the wet sound of the entry filling the room.
"HNNGH — MMPH — AAANGH—"
The scream came out around Vekar’s cock, vibrating against his shaft, making him groan and grab her tits harder.
"Fuck, she’s tight for a mother—" The scarred man laughed, his hips pulling back and thrusting forward again.
PAH—
"Tight as a virgin—"
"She’s not—" Vekar groaned, thrusting deeper into her mouth, four inches, five, the head hitting the back of her throat. "She’s just been used by one cock. Mine. Nineteen years ago."
He laughed.
The fat of his belly shaking with it, his cock pulsing in her throat.
The girl in the cage watched.
Her small hands gripping the bars, her face pressed against the iron, her eyes wide and streaming, her mouth open in a silent scream that had run out of sound.
"Mother—" she whispered.
The mother heard it.
Her dark eyes, streaming tears around Vekar’s cock, looked toward the cage.
And the scarred man behind her thrust again.
PAH— PAH—
"HNNGH — MMPH — MNNGH—"
Her body rocked between them — Vekar’s cock in her mouth, the scarred man’s cock in her cunt, the two of them finding a rhythm that sent her thick body jerking back and forth with each pair of thrusts. Her enormous tits swung wildly from the motion, the heavy masses bouncing against Vekar’s palms, the dark nipples dragging through his fingers with each swing.
The third man came.
A fat man — not as fat as Vekar, but thick around the middle, his belly pressing over his cock, his balls heavy and hairy. He crouched beside her head, his hand finding his own thick shaft, stroking it as he watched her face being fucked.
"Turn her," he said.
Vekar pulled out.
His cock emerging from her mouth with a wet, dragging sound, the string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to his tip before breaking.
"HAAAH—" She gasped, her chest heaving, her enormous tits bouncing with the breath.
The scarred man behind her grabbed her hips.
Pulled her up, turning her, positioning her on her hands and knees while he remained buried in her cunt from behind.
The fat man moved in front of her.
His cock — thick, shorter than Vekar’s but wider, the head enormous and dark — pressed against her mouth.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck it, mother."
She opened her mouth.
Her jaw was already sore, already aching from Vekar’s thrusts, but she opened — because the cock behind her was driving deeper, because the man in the cage was watching, because there was no choice in the room that did not end with a cock in her mouth.
He pushed in.
The width of him stretching her lips, filling her mouth, pressing her tongue down, the taste of him — stronger, more sour, the smell of his groin thick and close — making her eyes water harder.
"Mmmph — mmngh — hhn—"
Behind her, the scarred man picked up his pace.
PAH— PAH— PAH—
His hips slamming against her enormous ass, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, the jiggle of her thick cheeks bouncing with each impact. Her ass rippled with each thrust — the pale, heavy flesh of her enormous buttocks bouncing outward from the impact and then settling back, only to bounce again with the next thrust.