Roxanne turned her head away. She couldn't bear to watch any longer. Like Will, she had assumed their daughter was as pure and innocent as she looked. Hearing that she had fucked and enjoyed it was shock enough. Watching her fucking was too mach.
Shelly's fierce cries of delight still rang in the woman's ears. Roxanne shivered with disgust. It was her own father she was fucking like some shameless little slut. That made it even worse – not so much that Will was Shelly's father, but that he was her husband… and he was obviously thrilled at fucking the little bitch right before her eyes.
"Unggghhh! Ooooh, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Shelly cried. "I love the feel of your big hot prick!" Their bodies slapped together with a rhythmic beat, a sound that made Roxanne's skin crawl.
"You've got a great pair of tits." Melissa said in tender admiration. Perhaps better than anyone, she understood Roxanne's feelings of rejection and disgust.
"Thank you." She gave a brittle laugh. Will was sucking Shelly's tender tits, jerking his head wildly back and forth while pumping his huge cock in and out of her cunt. As much as she hated the sight, she felt compelled to watch.
Melissa kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of Roxanne's throat, caressing it with slow, wet strokes of her tongue. Her eager tongue sent mild surges of warmth to mingle with the cold, hard knot of envy churning in Roxanne's gut.
The girl cased forward and let the soft, deep fur of her loin cloth brush against Roxanne's whipped pussy. After the stinging bite of the lash, that tingling caress brought feelings of exquisite delight.
Roxanne purred and thrust out her chest, silently pleading for the girl to suck on her tits. She could see Shelly's nipples swollen and gleaming from the pull of her father's lips and the rasp of his tongue.
Melissa got the message at once. She bowed her head, gulping hungrily as she let her trembling lips slide over the lush, ripe curve of Roxanne's left tit. The nipple had swollen hard by the time she touched it and teased around it with her tongue.
"Huuuunnnnnngh! Eat it!" Roxanne took a deep breath and held it, swelling her huge tits.
"Suck my big tits. Make them burn! Show that bastard husband of mine what he's missing sucking on that half-grown little whore daughter of ours!"
With her arms wrenched back and tied tightly around the thick post, each movement Roxanne made brought a dull stab of pain. Her shoulders felt about ready to pop from their sockets, but she could not resist the compelling urge to twist and sway, offering first one big tit and then the other to Melissa's warm and hungry lips. Being wanted so desperately made Melissa's torment of rejection shrink back into the hidden, chamber of her subconscious mind.
She loved sucking the gloriously full ripe tits and couldn't understand why Wes and Silas weren't on them right now. They will be soon, she kept thinking. One of the big, mean bastards will push me away.
Melissa sucked and licked in an urgent frenzy of jealous hunger, loving the way it made Roxanne gasp and wail in lewd delight. "Hhhhmmmm, you suck tit just like a man!" she cried.
"And I eat cunt better than anyone with balls," Melissa said. She pressed lightly again, stroking Roxanne's whipped pussy with her drape of silky fur. "Is your cunt too sore to lick right now?"
"Uuuuuunnngh, no! Eat it, eat my cunt?"
Melissa grinned and sank to her knees, raisins her hands to milk and squeeze Roxanne's sleek, bulging tit-cones while she burrowed her face into her trembling cunt.
"Hhhhhaaaaagh!" Roxanne cried, wincing in fear. She expected the slightest touch to trigger fresh shocks of burning pain where the lash had struck. Instead, she felt the soothing spread of glowing warmth. Melissa licked and stroked with her tongue like a kitten tending an injured paw.
"Hhhhoooo," Roxanne sighed with relief. She closed her eyes and let her mind swirl in dizzy delight. The girl kept twisting her wet, glistening nipples under the tips of her thumbs and working the nub of her clit with the soft, tender whip of her tongue. Roxanne shrilled and moaned and no longer cared shit about what her daughter and husband was doing.
Will began by thinking that he could punish Shelly with his cock by fucking harder and deeper than the girl could stand. But the more spitefully he fucked into her, the mere wildly she cried for more.
"Ooooooooooooh, Daddy… you're the best. Huuuummph! Eve never been fucked like this before!"
"You little bitch!" But now he spoke the words as praise. He loved the way her pussy squirmed and heaved with each new thrill.
"Jimmy would have cum long before this. He-he – he never did get my pussy really hot!"
"It's plenty hot now!" He could feel the rising waves of tension gripping and sucking on his long cock each time it sank in her pussy.
"I'm going to make you cum," she said. "I want to feel your hot jism shoot into me."
"That won't take much!" Will had been fucking with his teeth and groin muscles both tightly clenched, trying to hold back the steaming pressure as long as he could.
"But-but I've done everything my pussy knows how to do."
"Try reversing the rhythm. Don't spring up to meet my prick – let yourself go limp and sink back. Let me smash your pretty little ass down on that silky fur – huuunnnghhhh! Yeah! Now clamp on that big fucker like you don't want me to draw it out!"
"Like this?" Shelly winced, straining her taut bands of cunt muscle hard around his cock.
"Hhhmmmm, yeah… just like that. But no pussy in the world is strong enough to hold me in."
He began arching and drawing back for another thrust.
Shelly sensed what to do without having to be told. She curved her back and let her body flow with his, following his throbbing cock clear to the peak of its arc. "Now fuck it back in," she moaned, willing herself to relax and receive all of his hot prick with only the slightest wet friction.
"Huuunnngh!" Will stabbed into her fuck hole parting soft waves of damp, clinging cunt flesh.
Shelly gushed, wincing until he had all of his cock inside her. Then she grunted and gripped his prick hard. It felt like he had his cock in a wringer. The fluid suction reached all the way into his balls. A heated charge of jism swelled and steamed, making his nuts ache and the root of his cock burn.
"Now faster!" And he picked up the fuck pace. She grunted, hardly able to keep up.
"Is that good? Will my sucking pussy make you cum now?"
"In about two seconds!" Maybe less that that. The searing pressure made his eyes water. He spiked his prick in to the hilt and gave a deep, rumbling grunt as his prick began to spurt.
"Oooh, God! Ooooh, gruuuuunnngh!" Shelly tensed when she felt the first jolt of liquid fire. Then she shuddered, taking one, two, three more hot blasts of cum that came so fast she could hardly count.
"Take it, you little bitch. That's what you've been begging for!"
"Huuuunnngh, yeah! But…"
"But what?" Will kept driving, lifting and jamming his cock in hard so that it bottomed each time it belched another thick glob of jism.
Spraying cum soon filled her tight, clinging little fuck hole. He could feel the jizz backing up, rising in her fleshy cunt until it flowed slick and warm over his cock.
"Hhhhhooooh!" she cried. She had never felt such a flood. Because Jimmy could never hold back, he'd never fired such a full load of jizz into her. "How much jism do your nuts hold?"
"More, baby! Lot's more. And I'm fucking it all into your cunt!"
"Yes! Ooooh, yes!" Now that his cock slid back and forth on a silvery film of cum, the sultry friction became a maddening delight. "I want more I want every drop! Hhhhmmm, fuck my little pussy full!"
It was already full. The thick fuck cream had been cock-whipped to a silvery froth that gushed up and glazed her pussy lips. "It feels like I'm cumming. Hot jism is gushing put of me!"
"And there's still more where that came from!" Wes gave a long sigh and told his brother. "This just ain't working out right." He watched Shelly's gyrating hips wring the last hot drops of jism from her dad's cock.
Silas grunted in agreement. His gaze was on the lush-bodied bitch with the silver-streaked hair. Melissa had her moaning and thrashing as much as the torment of bondage would allow.
Babs lay between them, gasping and shivering in the afterglow of an eerie climax that came from having two different fingers reaming her cunt at the same time. It felt like they were still inside her, one hooking left, the other hooking right, teasing and straining the walls of her cunt.
"Everybody's got something but us," Wes said. "And balling his own daughter ain't punishing that bastard who tried to shoot me one bit!"
"It sure ain't. If he enjoyed it any more, he'd die of delight… Let's cut that curvy wife of his loose and drag her over here."
Silas said. "Yeah! But we said we wouldn't do that as long as he could keep fucking…"
"So we lied, you think he's going to care?"
"Shit, no!"
"What about me?" Babs asked. Wes shrugged. "You can go help your girlfriend with her old man."
"And Melissa?" she asked suspiciously.
"She can make it a trio," Silas said. "Let that trigger-happy bastard try to handle three hot pussies at once."
"Uuuunnngh," Babs groaned. Being so casually pushed aside hurt worse than the cold band of metal and heavy links of chain locked around her ankle.
"Get your ass up before I decide to whip it good!" Silas told her.
"Yes… yes!" Babs leaped up and scurried to the middle of the room, lurching because of the weight of her chain.
Melissa turned and glared, fearful of being deprived again. "What the hell do you want?"
Babs said matter-of-factly. "What I want doesn't mean shit. What you want doesn't either. Wes and Silas want her." She nodded her blonde head toward Roxanne, who was still in a dreamy state from having her cunt licked so expertly.
"Those bastards!" Melissa growled. But then she saw Silas coming toward them from the rough plank counter by the stove. He had a long, gleaming sharp knife in his hand.
Melissa was slow getting up off her knees, so Silas grabbed a shock of her dark, silky brown hair and lifted her until she could barely reach the floor with the tips of her toes. She winced, shrieking from the pain. Silas grinned and slowly lifted the glinting, razor-sharp blade above her head. "You want I should show you how I use this knife to skin a bear?"
"No! Oh, God… no! Don't cut my long hair!"
Silas laughed and let her drop. "Get your ass outta the way, or I just might cut worse 'n that!"
Babs and Melissa tangled their chains and both almost tripped in their rush to get out of the way. Roxanne gulped, bound so tightly that she could not move, stricken with fear so paralyzing that she could not breathe.
"Your fucking husband damn near killed me," Silas said. His eyes flashed a look as cold and sharp as the blade of the knife he now raised toward her face.
"I-I know. I'm sorry…"
He answered with a wicked laugh of contempt. "Like shit! You told him, shoot the sonuvabitch! If you're sorry, it's only 'cause he missed." Silas kept weaving the sharp-pointed blade before her eyes in a slow, sweeping figure eight.
"I only said that because I was afraid."
"You had some reason to be then… you've got even more now." Silas moved the blade closer to her face – so close that Roxanne could not focus sharply on the tip. "Begging some bastard to shoot me is not way to start a friendly relationship."
"I'm sorry!" she blurted again, half-dizzy from watching the blur of the knife blade pass beneath her nose.
Wes just sat on the edge of the bed and watched, content for now to let Silas have his revenge. By creating sheer terror in the woman's mind, fucking would come as a great relief.
"I been thinking I might skin that silver-black pussy of yours and use the hide to make me a pair of ear muffs for when the weather gets cold. Ain't nothin' better for keepin' a man warm than pussy fur."
"Yuuuugggghhhh," she moaned. Silas dropped the blade slowly out of sight. Roxanne sucked in a frightened gasp and stood frozen, numb with fear.
He laid the flat of the blade on her belly mound and cautioned her quickly, "Don't start jerking sound… I might cut something I didn't mean to."
Roxanne tried desperately to remain still, but she could not control her convulsive shivers. She could feel the cold blade sliding down toward her dense silver-streaked spread of cunt hair.
"Don't move," he warned again, edging around behind her, keeping the cold flat side of the blade pressed against her quaking pussy dome.
Roxanne tensed, so stiff with fear she was afraid to scream. Silas jerked the knife suddenly. She felt it slide across her pussy mound. "Dear God…" she murmured softly. But Silas had a deft hand with a knife. He drew it back with a flash and cut nothing but the thong bonding her wrists.
"Aaaagggghhh!" she cried. The sudden release sent her pitching forward. If Wes hadn't leaped up to catch her, she would have sprawled on her face.
"This way," he said. Wes slid his hands beneath her arms and around in front to grasp her heaving tits.
"Don't let him cut me!" she gasped.
"I won't. If you fuck me good, I won't even let him touch you."
"You wait one Goddamn minute!" Silas roared in the heat of rage. He was not about to let his brother get the best of him again. But then his whole craggy, beard-shrouded face split with a grin. "Maybe I don't even want to touch her. Why should I fuck one old cunt when I can have two young ones?"
Roxanne's mind was still too crazed with fear to know or care what Silas said. Wes led her to the bed, seated her gently and eased her down on her back. She reached up, stretching to relieve the strain of being bound with her wrists behind her.
Wes straddled her, beaming down on her lush and trembling big tits. He wet his lips with his tongue and leaned closer. Roxanne drew in a long, expectant breath. "He wouldn't really cut me with that knife," she said in a weak, half-questioning voice. "He was kidding about skinning a bear…"
"You got lucky," Wes told her. "The bear didn't. What do you think that is you're lying on?"
"What?" Roxanne jerked comfortably, trying to sit up. The rough bed was covered by a spread of thick black scratchy hair. Suddenly the coarseness of it made her skin crawl.
"That's a bear skin," Wes explained. "Silas even tanned it with the claws on." He reached down over the sides of the bed and dragged up two slender black-haired projections like arms. He dangled them over her face, letting her gaze in horror at the two sets of dark, curved, brutally sharp claws.
"Uuunnngggh!" she moaned. She could almost see the huge beast alive and swiping at her face with its great paws.
"Must be hell on the she-bear when a big one like this was wants to fuck." Wes lowered the dangling, hooked claws and dragged them lightly across Roxanne's tits.
"Hhhhaaaaaaahhhh!" It didn't really hurt. Wes applied almost no pressure at all, but the image in her mind became sheer terror.
Roxanne winced, and squirmed, rumpling her face in a knot of fearful disgust. Wes kept grinning and dragged the claws down across her belly to the richly furred mound of her pussy. "Hhhooooo," she moaned.
One hooked claw slid right across the nub of her clit. She was swollen with fear and tender from the whipping she'd received, and her glossy little clit shot a bolt of panic up her back.
"Be glad you only got me to deal with," Wes told her. "Imagine what a horny bear would do to a rich, ripe pussy like yours."
Roxanne shook her head violently. She didn't even want to think about it. "Hold me," she whined like a frightened child. "Fuck me!"
Wes let the claws drop and pitched forward, opening his mouth to suck on one of the great tits he'd been admiring so long. His beard, and mustache felt as rough and scratchy as the bear skin beneath Roxanne's writhing body.
"Huuuunnnnggghhh!" she gasped, trying to concentrate and remind herself that he was a man.
The chilling cold sweat of fear glazed her body, giving her a tangy, salt-sweet taste. That began to warm when his lips closed over her bulging nipple, and he stroked it with his tongue. The lusty scent of her became stronger and stronger.
Wes spread his mouth wide and pulled in all of her huge creamy tit-mound. Her soft flesh filled every corner, and her hot ripe nipple pressed against the roof of his mouth. He clamped a hand on her other tit and worked it with his fingers, twirling its bulging nipple with his thumb.
"Oooooohhhh!" she gasped. A warming sense of relief passed over her. The familiar and delightful tingle coming from her tits swept away her fears. Roxanne arched her shoulders and strained her arms to reach his cock. "I want your cock in me. I want to feel that big hard prick in my pussy!"
He knew there was no fight left in the woman, only a rage of desire, so he lifted up enough so that she could slip her hands between them and grip the root of his cock.
Her touch felt cold at first. Being bound at the wrists had reduced her circulation, and her fears made it slow to return. But now as she fingered the awesome length and thickness of his prickshaft, Roxanne's natural fiery heat came surging back.
"I love a big hot cock!" she told him. She held his throbbing cock in a two-hand grip and worked it up and down in the wet mouth of her cunt slit, slowly at first, fearful that it might spark echoes of pain from her recent whipping. But his thick knobbed prickhead remained soft despite the steely hardness of his cock shaft. It felt soothing and reassuring as it glided back and forth, heating the soft wet lips of her fuck tunnel.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Do it now, Wes I'm ready! I want your big cock in me!"
He leaned down, and Roxanne had to scramble to get her hands away as his prick sank in. She looped her arms around his thick neck and held on tight, moaning and groaning with joy.
On the far side of the room, she saw Will and Shelly on the other bed. They'd just finished fucking and were watching her. That bastard, she was thinking. So hot for young cunt. I'll show the sonuvabitch how a real woman fucks and make him drool!
"Hhhhaaaa, Wes!" Roxanne tightened the grip of her arms, lifting her lips toward his hairy face. "Your big cock is so great. Kiss me and fuck my mouth with your tongue at the same time!"
Wes let his lips slide off her tit and kissed her hard, stabbing in his tongue and the rest of his cock with one mighty lunge.
"Huuuunnngh!" she gushed. The weight of his body drove out all the breath in her lungs.
He sucked on her tongue like it was a wiggling tit, pushing it back and forth, nibbling with his teeth until she gave wild, muffled grunts and bucked her cunt at him in spasms of delight.
Will watched from the far side of the room.
"Son of a bitch!" he said. He'd been so absorbed with the typical male middle-aged desire for young cunt – first Babs and then his own daughter Shelly – that he'd almost forgotten what a luscious and lusty creature his wife could be.
She now seemed determined to show him by happily fucking another man's cock while he watched. "I never thought mom would do anything like that!" Shelly whispered… "look at her go!"
Wes got himself a real roller-coaster ride. Roxanne pressed her feet flat off the bed and began lifting her body in a slow, undulating curve. When just her feet and shoulders touched, then she began to rock back.
"You're a great fuck!" Wes said.
"Better than those young cunts over there?"
"Yeah – much better?"
"Hhhhmmmm!" She moved into another sinewy arch, a slow, rolling motion that wrenched Wes' cock in the most delightful ways. He rode her rocking body and fucked into her as hard as he could, trying to pin her with his weight and the power of his thrusts.
"Huuuunnngh!" she grunted, but nothing would keep her body still. When she could not lift his driving weight, she squirmed joyously from side to side.
"Fuck it, baby! Fuck my cock! I love the way you move that slinky cunt of yours!"
"Jeeeezus!" Shelly gasped in awe. "Do you think I'll ever learn to fuck like that?"
"Sure you will… when you've had more practice!" Will gazed hungrily at his young daughter. "And now would be a great time to start your next lesson!"