For the next few hours, you drift in and out of restless sleep. Rose's body warmth against you is nice at first, and then grows uncomfortable. Your shirt and pants grow sticky with sweat where she presses against you - both your sweat and hers.
She also has a really annoying habit of tossing and turning. It's all you can do to keep her still while she twists about in your grip.
This combined with Cerise's godawful snoring means that your quality of sleep is already pretty compromised, before you even begin to factor in all the various worries keeping you awake as well.
It's just before dawn, a little after 4 AM, when you come to with a start, and a weird thrill in your gut. This is not an uncommon occurrence, especially on nights when you're having trouble sleeping, nights when you're anxious, or nights when you're overheated. On nights like those, you tend to wake in the predawn hours with an overbearing horniness and an urge to cum as quickly as possible. Call it the midnight demon.
You adjust to being conscious again and glance around the low-hung interior of the SUV. Cerise is still asleep, her face pressed up against the window, snoring. Camelia is passed out too, ditto Marquis. Even Lady is dozing, curled up at Cerise's feet, a contented expression on his black and mahogany face.
Only Kay is still awake. Her eyes are peeled on the road ahead.
Well - then Rose wakes, too. In addition to her bad habit of twisting and turning, she has a bad habit of stirring whenever you do.
"Are you awake...?" She mumbles, her voice still low and sleepy.
"Go to bed, Rose."
"Mmm..." She snuggles against your shoulder.
You give her a few moments to drift off again. When you decide she's well and truly asleep, you make your move.
You brazenly let your hands roam all over her body. Her blouse is damp and clings to her torso, and through the fabric you feel the soft give of her fleshy body. Every little squeeze and push of your palms against her unwitting form makes your already hardening cock get a little harder still. At the same time as you grope her, you buck your hips, just a little, reveling in the pressure of her ass in your lap pressing down. It brings you some small relief - just enough to tease you and drive you further. Rose only, finally, wakes again when the transit of your molestation arrives at her bulbous cow tits.
"Wuhh--" She begins, confused.
"Shh," you warn.
"What are you doing?" She says. It's not a rhetorical question. She's still out of it - doesn't understand yet what's happening.
"Be quiet," you whisper.
As she becomes aware of her situation, she tenses in your lap. You keep mauling her breasts with both hands. Her deer-in-headlights reaction is simply too delicious - you decide to be even bolder still. You run your hands down her sides, causing her to jump in ticklish shock, and get underneath her sticky blouse. Now you're touching her bare skin, your fingertips playing directly across the pale and overfed flesh. When you get back up to her breasts, you push her bra away and grab two handfuls of her luscious tit meat.
Rose hisses, in anger or pleasure, you can't tell.
"I said shut up," you hiss back. You glance to the front of the SUV - Kay hasn't noticed anything.
"How dare you," Rose says. She's keeping her voice to a whisper, too.
Rose's tits are way too big to encompass entirely with your hands. Their spongy, yielding texture is a delight to violate and manipulate. You feel them all over, underside to top, side to side, admire how perky they are despite their indecent heft. You pause here and there to tweak her fat puffy nipples, and they harden under your abuse. Rose's breath hitches and she arches her back against you. You can tell the way you're mashing your hands all over her sensitive udders is causing her pain - pain she's trying not to let show - and you can't get enough of it. You want to hurt her some more.
"Why-- why--" Rose whines, her voice still low.
"I think you deserve it, don't you?"
"I-- I'll scream," Rose says.
"Is that the only threat you know?" You say mockingly.
"I'll do it--"
You bite her earlobe and she shudders in your arms. "Scream, then," you breathe directly into her ear.
She can't stop the moan that escapes her lips.
You decide to move on to other things. You run your hands along her meaty legs now, groping her healthy but under-exercised thighs. As you snake your way towards your real goal, she presses her legs together defiantly - denies you access.
You don't have the patience to deal with that kind of shit right now.
Roughly, you grab her by either knee and yank her legs apart again. The force and speed with which you do it is wordless warning enough that you're not fucking around right now, and that she isn't going to stop you.
Unfortunately, this movement causes an audible rustle that catches Kay's attention. She glances up into the mirror, catching your gaze - and Rose's.
Rose's eyes go wide with horror. Kay's reaction is more muted: surprised, curious maybe, but not appalled in the way you might expect. She turns her attention back to the road.
Your fingers find Rose's pantied crotch. Her conservative, plain white panties are warm and wet already - so much so, that you can clearly feel the contours of her hot little slit.
"Alabster-- we're being watched--" Rose chokes.
"You're wearing panties," you sneer. "That ends tonight."
"D-did you hear me? We're being wat-- gfff--"
You hook a finger in her mouth and fish-hook one of her cheeks to shut her up. Her voice is fucking annoying.
"Did *you* hear *me*?" You say.
She nods rapidly, raw animal panic taking over.
"No more panties. Understand?"
She nods again.
You grab the sodden garment by the waistband. Looping your other arm around her midriff, you lift her just enough to tug the panties past her butt, before letting her plop back into your lap again. Kay is watching in the mirror once more as you lean forward, pull Rose's panties down to her ankles and off her legs completely. You bring them back up now, wad them into a ball - and shove them into Rose's mouth. Kay watches the whole thing.
Rose's cunt slit is dripping lewdly and it's searingly hot to your touch. You molest her freely and openly, sticking your fingers in and out of her body as you wish, parting her labia, squeezing her clit. You're not trying to bring her any pleasure, you're just enjoying the feeling of her in your hands, the anatomical thrill of exploring her most intimate parts. Rose closes her eyes in shame and revulsion, but her body is telling the truth. The more you grope her, the wetter she gets.
"Reach down and unzip me," you instruct her.
She opens her eyes, looks down at your lap -- but trepidation freezes her in place.
You grip her about the nape of her neck, threateningly. You repeat your command. "Reach down. Unzip me."
Hands shaking, she does as she's told. She unzips you. And then, without further instruction, she pulls your cock out. Smart, for a sow.
Seeing its size and knowing what's coming, Rose is clamming up and getting that dumb, panicky look in her eyes again. She starts to suckle on her own panties like a kid sucking on her thumb, as if to soothe herself.
You guide her 180 degrees around so she's facing you -- so you can get a better view of the moment you make good on a years-old promise.
She's staring madly at your cock as you, in turn, stare at her stupid, scared face.
"I told you it would happen. Didn't I?"
She nods.
"You knew it was coming. Didn't you?"
She nods.
"And you wanted it to happen. Didn't you?"
She doesn't move. She has her fists balled up against her heaving chest and her eyes are still fixed on your throbbing manhood.
You put your finger under her chin and guide her gaze upward. You stare into her eyes. "Didn't you," you growl.
She hesitates for another moment before nodding yes.
"Put it in," you tell her. "Help me rape you."
As if afraid it will attack her, she wraps her fingers around your dick and guides it home. She humps up and down a little bit, rubbing the tip against her sticky outer lips, before she manages to haul herself up enough to align you with the slick, tight hole that you intend to nut inside of tonight.
She starts to ease herself down, but you have other ideas. You grab her shoulders and force her down roughly, all the way - getting your dick balls deep up your cousin's hot cunt in one thrust.
Rose lets out a muffled groan through her panties.
"Ffffuck," you heave. "Fuck you. Ungh-- you're so tight..."
You actually purr with pleasure at how good it feels.
You start thrusting now. You pump in and and out, bucking your hips as much as this position will allow - your strokes are short, but you're nice and fucking deep inside her. Her inner walls are as soft as her outsides, and just as pliant. They give and conform to the shape of your cock without any resistance. Except for this: at the very depth of your instrokes, the tip of you cock brushes against a hard barrier that you take to be her cervix. And every time it does, she convulses with agony, which only fuels the perverted fire in your belly. You bottom out inside her again and again.
"I'm going to cum in your womb," you tell her roughly. "You dumb fucking cunt."
You squeeze her ass and use it for leverage as you rape her with increasing force and desperation. The noise is pretty unmistakable now, the steady rhythm of two people mating wetly, the slap of flesh on flesh. No one else is awake, but Kay's attention is pretty much undivided - she's watching unashamedly, and the curious expression on her face means she must like what she sees.
You lift Rose's skirt up and pull her ass cheeks apart so Kay can get a nice view of it all: your cock, the way it's raping into Rose's tight pussy, and Rose's pink cherry asshole, too.
"I think Kay likes your ass," you tell Rose.
She shivers and her pussy clamps around your thrusting dick.
"Do you like being watched?" You ask. "Do you like it when people see you getting raped?"
She shakes her head violently no. You stop thrusting.
"Nnnn--!!" Rose grunts around her makeshift gag. Even after stopping for a second, she's going insane with frustration.
"You don't like it. So I stopped."
Rose tries to pick up the slack, bouncing up and down a few times before you hold her firmly in place so she can't.
"Admit you like being watched," you demand.
You pull the panties from her mouth. She lets her jaw hang slack and a strand of spittle dangles between her lower lip and the dirty cotton. She has the stupidest look on her face that you've ever seen.
"I liiike itttt--" she whines. "I liiike itt..."
"You like being raped."
"I LOVE being raped... I love cock...!"
You let go of her. "Bring me off," you tell her.
She humps against you now, hands on your shoulders, doing all the work. Her pussy grinds right against your pubic hair as she gyrates and thrusts. You lounge, enjoying the sensation of Rose raping herself against your turgid cock. To occupy yourself, and add to the perverted sight, you poke your fingers around inside her wet mouth. She doesn't fight you, doesn't resist - she lets it happen. She keeps her mouth hanging open like the stupid cum-pig she is and gives you free access to poke and prod. Even as you push your fingers all the way to the back of the throat and she starts to gag a little, she keeps on fucking against you.
Next you reach around her and put a slimy index finger in her anus. This hardly fazes her anymore. She must be too motivated by the need emanating from her cunt, the instinct telling her to get raped, to care about a minor degradation like that.
"Isssh that good?" she slurs as she works her sopping pussy up and down on your shaft. "Do you like my pusshy?" Her face is a mask of raw masochistic pleasure - if pupils really could turn to hearts, hers definitely would right now. As it is, her pupils are widely dilated and dreamy, distant-looking. She fucks against you without a second thought about how much noise she's making. You grunt in satisfaction.
"I'm sss- s-still not sssshafe..." she mutters. "But... issh okay... you can cum in me..."
This does it. You hold her by the hips and slam into her as hard as you can, three, four times. "Fine," you snarl, "Fine... I'll cum inside... fuck!"
"Yessh! Yessh! Knock me up!"
Your vision goes blurry as your balls surge and the cum spurts up the shaft of you dick. "Get pregnant!" You spit, and mash your lips against hers. Your tongues mingle and you taste the vestiges of her cunt cream as you empty a load right into the opening of her tiny womb. Rose screams into your mouth. There's a wet explosion as she climaxes on you too, and now you're cumming together. The slimy mess of your dual orgasms runs thickly down by gravity into your lap. You're both too fucked-out and blissed-out to even begin to care. You fall asleep almost instantly, still mated to her.