"You two are a perfect match, you two. The husband is willing to be a cowardly bastard, and the wife is willing to be a shameless bitch. You two are a match made in heaven!"
The man fucking his wife's cunt said this as he fucked her hard.
"Ah! Master, fuck me harder! My husband and I are a match made in heaven, a perfect pair of bastard and bitch!" my wife said, shaking her ass.
My wife's moans made the two men thrust even harder, the "slap slap" of their bodies hitting each other incessantly. Amidst her high-pitched moans, the wetness beneath my wife increased.
While my wife and I were engaged in our lewd conversation, the two men fucking my mother weren't idle either.
As their thick cocks pounded into my mother's cunt and anus, one of the men grinned wickedly and said, "Heh heh! You old slut, did you hear what your son said? How could you have given birth to such a cheap, cowardly son? I thought you were cheap enough, but your son is even cheaper."
The man held my mother's legs, his large cock thrusting forcefully into her cunt.
With each powerful thrust, my mother swayed her hips and buttocks wantonly, her mature and sexy face filled with seductive allure.
"She's... an old slut, her husband... is... a coward, and our... son... is of course... both slut and coward! Oh!... big cock... fuck me hard! This old slut's... cunt... feels so good, in front of... my son... fuck this... old slut... like... a bitch!"
"You old slut, you've raised your son to be both slutty and spineless. I wonder what about your daughters? Have you raised them to be sluts too? Let us play with them sometime! Then you and your daughters can line up and let us fuck you properly!"
The man behind the mother, holding her large buttocks, said this while fucking her anus.
"My son... he raised him... to be both slutty and spineless, and my daughters... of course... they were raised... to be both slutty and shameless! I'm... an old slut, my eldest daughter... is a big slut, and my youngest daughter is... a little slut! We... a family... three sluts... you can fuck us... anytime! We... the three of us... will... together... stick our big asses out and let you... fuck our big cunts! We... will... together... get you... pregnant and... give you... sons!"
The mother cried out to them in a seductive and wanton manner.
The room was filled with lewd moans, heavy breathing, and the resounding slaps of flesh against flesh.
The guests, panting heavily, watched our wanton display, while the men fucking us vented their lust on us.
However, their purpose wasn't to fuck us; their purpose was to abuse and humiliate us. Fuck us only for their own sexual gratification.
After roughly fucking us for a while, they, who could have lasted longer, roared and ejaculated into our bodies, releasing a large amount of semen.
After ejaculating, they completely disregarded our feelings. They held our still unsatisfied bodies for a short while before withdrawing their large penises.
When their penises were withdrawn, the emptiness made our bodies incredibly hungry.
My large penis stood erect, and the lustful juices from my wife and mother's cunts flowed incessantly.
A feeling of emptiness made us look at the burly men with pleading eyes, hoping they would let us enjoy their large penises.
But the cruel men ignored our pleas; we were merely tools for their gratification. They pulled out the whips they had brought, leering at us.
Seeing their lewd smiles, we knew what they were about to do.
After secretly examining the whips they had brought, a slight chill ran down our spines.
These whips were different from the ones my wife and I had been subjected to before. They were specifically designed to humiliate those with high martial arts skills and strong constitutions, but who couldn't channel their inner energy.
The whips were made of excellent material, with tiny protrusions and barbs on the shaft.
Seeing this, we could imagine the effects they would have when they struck us.
Seeing the whips in their hands, the three of us felt no fear; our bodies, burning with lust, even anticipated their torture.
"You sluts, aren't you satisfied? Now let us help you cool off!" the gold-toothed man said with a monstrous grin. Then the whip lashed out at me.
With a sharp "crack," a long tear appeared in my flimsy white dress, leaving a long red welt on my fair skin beneath.
At the same time, my wife and mother began to be whipped.
My mother's breast and my wife's buttocks each received a lash, adding another tear to their clothes and another red welt to their bodies.
The pain from the whipping didn't make us scream or feel agony; instead, we let out a lewd moan of enjoyment.
"Mmm!...So good!"
The three of us exclaimed, glancing at them lewdly before continuing in a vulgar tone, "Good brothers! Again! Hit me harder! It feels so good to be hit like this!"
Our lewd moans made the burly men burst into laughter. Then one of them said, "You bunch of sluts, don't worry! We'll make sure you're satisfied, make you feel the ultimate pleasure!"
After saying that, the whip in their hands began to swing, gradually increasing in speed, lashing our bodies relentlessly.
While whipping us, the men said to us, "Slut, I'll whip your tits."
"Bitch, I'll whip your big ass."
"Bitch, I'll whip your cunt raw."
"Trash, I'll whip your dick raw."
And so on.
With their words, my ass, my dick, my wife's and mother's tits, ass, and cunt were continuously whipped.
The forceful whipping caused us intense pain, and at the same time, we cried out in agony.
Their whips mostly struck our sensitive areas, occasionally lashing our blankets and legs.
Under the relentless lashing, my buttocks and penis, my wife's and mother's breasts, buttocks, and cunts gradually became covered in bloody welts.
Even with our physical strength, without using our powers to resist, beads of blood began to seep from some places.
The physical pain and mental satisfaction intertwined, causing us to cry out incessantly.
Watching my erect penis being whipped again and again, tormented beyond recognition, I shouted, "Good brother, good master, whip harder, whip my big ass to pieces, whip my big penis to pieces! Turn me into your most obedient slave, your most obedient dog!"
As I shouted, I listened to my penis repeatedly meeting the lashes.
When the whip missed its mark, I would adjust the angle, deliberately using my penis to meet it.
"Hahahaha..." My wife, who had already experienced whipping many times, looked at her increasingly miserable body and laughed lewdly.
Laughing and swaying her hips, she said, "Big brother! Isn't it fun to play with my cheap body? I'm enjoying it so much! I've been whipped so many times, but this time is the best! Oh! My cunt is going to be beaten to pieces! Big brother! Harder, beat it to pieces!"
My wife, with a lewd smile, shamelessly winked at the man wielding the whip, and said this without any restraint.
Never before had the mother been treated like this. Looking at her bleeding breasts and cunt from the beating, she shouted excitedly, "So good! This old slut feels so good! Hit me harder! Turn my breasts into real rotten breasts, my ass into real rotten buttocks, my cunt into a real rotten cunt! This old slut wants to be a real rotten woman, a rotten bitch!"
The mother watched her large breasts jiggling wildly from the beating and her increasingly pitiful cunt, screaming loudly.
With each lash of the whip, she twisted her body, trying to bear all the force.
Our wanton, filthy reaction surprised the burly men, and also surprised and astonished the guests.
The burly men had never seen a woman scream so filthyly while being whipped so cruelly.
The women they had previously ravaged either cursed defiantly or begged for mercy in pain; none of them had ever pleaded for the beating to be harder like we had.
The guests were even more astonished. Looking at our bloodied bodies, though pitiful, they found a perverse beauty that excited them.
This sensation gave them a strange kind of thrill, and some sadistic guests even looked at us with wicked glints in their eyes.
Several men even licked their lips as they stared at our bleeding penises.
Several burly men continued to whip us, leaving more and more welts on our bodies, making us look increasingly gruesome.
Our clothes were torn to shreds with each lash, lying on the ground.
But our spirits remained high, showing no signs of despondency.
After a while, the man with the gold teeth looked at my still-erect, thick penis, despite its lacerated skin.
He chuckled wickedly and then took me down from the iron rack.