"Ah… oh, God, yessss!" Jeanette rolled her hips to get the full benefit of the spewing cock imbedded in her cunt.
Her son's body rocked from side to side as her pussy milked a rapid-fire stream of come from the hole in the tip of his cock. The woman's body seemed charged with erotic electricity. Pleasure danced in brilliant flashes behind Jack's eyes, and his body shook with the intensity of his incestuous orgasm.
Jeanette's pussy kept sucking hungrily at his cock. It was as if the woman's cunt could taste the jism her son's prick was pouring into it. Jeanette moaned in unrelenting ecstasy as she fucked her brimming cunt on Jack's prick.
She felt the last remnants of the come stored in his balls explode into her cunt. Jack's prick kept pulsating with climax. Orgasm after orgasm ran through his mother's pussy, but the waves of ecstasy rippling through the cuntwalls surrounding his cock wouldn't stop.
Finally their shared passion began to ease. Jack let the breath flow out of his body with the last sweet tension of climax. Jeanette nuzzled the side of his head.
"That was beautiful, darling," she said.
For a moment Jack lay still except for his labored breathing. Then he shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Why be sorry?" Jeanette asked. "I told you… I loved it."
His shrinking cock was pulled from her cunt. Her pussy-lips still adhered to the shaft of his cock, letting it go with reluctance, until at last his blunted prickhead came free and uncorked a stream of come and cuntjuice. He sat up. His mother looked at him, but he still wouldn't meet her eyes.
"That was nice," Jake commented, standing to one side with his arms crossed. He still held the whip. "But what can you do for an encore?"
On his knees on the grass before his mother's gaping, jism-drooling pussy, Jack stared at him, not understanding.
"I hope you can get it up again real soon, because I feel horny right about now, and I want to stick this long old cock of mine in your twin sister's snatch. But I want something to watch while I fuck the little lady. So what's going to happen is: Bob's going to tie Blondie to that old-fashioned style porch swing, and then you're going to fuck her cross-eyed."
Jack said nothing. He dropped his eyes to his cock, and that said it all. His mighty prick slimed with shiny cunt-oil and of jism, hung between his legs like a length of sun warmed hose. His cock had just spent itself in a cataclysmic orgasm in his own mother's cunt. Even a virile young super stud like Jack could scarcely be expected to get it up again so soon after a mind-blowing fuck like that.
Jake shrugged. He uncrossed his arms. The whip rustled evilly in the grass. "I've told you what you're supposed to do. You don't do like I told you, I guess your hot-boxed little twin is going to have to pay. I bet if I worked at it real hard I could strip the skin right off that tasty ass of hers with this here whip. What do you say, boy?"
Slowly, Jack got to his feet. His eyes flicked to Betsy. The young blonde had recovered her composure and was sitting upright, watching with bright blue eyes. The marks of her recent whipping still glowed on her tits. There was a pink welt on her belly, angling upwards from her cunt-thatch, showing where the lash had landed when Jake had struck at her vulnerable pussy with his whip. The tip of his tongue peeked from, one corner of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to the limp snake of her brother's cock, then back up to meet his eyes. Her expression was unreadable.
Bob walked over and hauled Betsy to her feet by one arm. Her cornflower-blue eyes never left her brother's face.
"What am I supposed to tie her to the chair with?" Bob asked. "I don't think there's enough rope to do the job right."
"Use the hose." Jake stood near Coe, idly flicking the whip at dandelions on the ground by the near the girl. The auburn-haired young beauty was sitting up now, too. There was a haunted look in her eyes.
Bob unfastened the red hose from the outlet, coiled it around his arm, then marched Betsy up to the front porch of the ranch house. The swing was a white-painted bench, hung by chains from the porch ceiling. Bob stood a moment, studying the situation. His stubby cock stuck up at a forty-five degree angle from his hairy crotch.
At last he untied the blonde girl's wrists. He held lightly to one arm while she massaged her wrists, trying to restore circulation. Then he set her on the swing. He put her arms down behind the seat-back and bound them in place with the hose. Then he pulled up her slim shapely right leg, looped the hose around the ankle, ran the hose back and wound it around the swing bottom. Next he crossed it under the bottom of the swing, brought in up and tied it around the girl's other ankle. He drew the free end back and tied it tight.
The naked young blonde was bound securely to the gently rocking swing, her feet on the seat to either side of her bare ass, exposing the dainty pink blossom of her pussy to the mountain air. She gnawed uneasily at her lower lip.
Jake brought the whip slithering around. It coiled around Coe's ass, flattened on the ground. She jumped and yipped in surprise, but the touch of the leather had been soft. She knew that that could change the next time the whip touched her.
"Okay, boy," Jake said, "get to it."
Jack scowled at him. Inside he seethed with hatred – for Jake, the grinning, bearded sadist who'd turned Jack's life and the lives of his mother and sisters into a carnival of horrors and pain; for Bob, not cruel himself but too weak to standup to his partner, and willing enough to enjoy the perverse amusements Jake thought up; but most of all for himself.
I'm the man of the house, he told himself. And what good have I done?
He'd waited too long. The whip jerked back and swung through the air to snap at the tip of Colleen's left tit.
"Aiiiiiiii!" she shrieked as excruciating pain blazed in her tit. She fell to her side and rolled onto her belly to shield her tits from the lash, kicking her luscious legs at the pain in her boob.
"You bastard!" Jack said.
Jake raised the whip, his face clouding with rage. Hurriedly Jack turned and walked onto the porch. His cock swung lifelessly between his thighs.
Betsy looked up at him as he came to stand before her. Tears shone in her eyes. "Jack," she said, and had to swallow, "I… I'd suck on your cock, but… but I can't! I just can't do it! Oh, Coe, I'm sorry!" She burst into tears.
Jack looked over his shoulder. "For God's sake, at least untie my arms," he said.
Jake paused. Then he shrugged. "What the hell. Do it, Bob. But I'm warning you, Son. Don't try nothing."
He brought the whip whistling, around his head in a whining circle and slashed at Coe's naked butt. Her body jerked at the impact. She screamed at the torment flooding her ass.
Bob undid the rope around Jack's wrists. Bob watched him warily. Ignoring the redheaded man, Jack rubbed his wrists until the pins-and-needles prickling of blood returning to his hands had eased and he could work his fingers properly again. Then he dropped to his knees in front of his sister.
"Okay, Sis," he said, "just sit back and rein." He put his thumbs on either side of her still-virgin pussy silt, drew the fragile cunt flaps apart, and kissed her open snatch.
Betsy's body rocked as violently as Coe's had when the whip had landed on her ass as Jack's lips touched the insides of her cuntlips.
Jake gave a snort of laughter. Coe lay flat on her belly, crying at the enduring agony in her ass and whipped boob. The bearded man's immense cock was achingly erect now. He went to his knees and swung one leg over the naked, prostrate form. Laying the whip handle down where it would be close to his hand, he put his hands on the ground to either side of the girl's quivering shoulders, straightening his legs, and lowered himself onto the naked teenager as if doing a push-up.
Coe stiffened as Jake's cockhead prodded between the cheeks of her ass. Jake held himself up with one hand as he used the other to guide his prick down, so that his cockhead slid down the delicate skin between her asshole and cunt and made its way into the warm embrace of her cuntmouth. He let his wiry body down, using his hand to feed his long skinny prick into his captive's cunt.
Coe was puzzled. Normally if a boy wanted to fuck her from behind, she had to be on all fours like a dog – she shuddered at the idea. But Jake was sticking his prick into her pussy and she was flat on her belly.
Then it hit her, Jake's cock was longer than any other prick that had ever invaded her moist-walled cunt.
As Jake shoved inch after inch of throbbing prick into Colleen's snatch from behind, Jack Mason was already losing himself in the pink paradise of his younger sister's pussy. Betsy's cunt had a fresh, clean taste to it, unlike any he'd ever encountered. He worked at her cunt gently but briskly with his skilled mouth, lapping up her gaping cunt-gash, sucking her frilly pussy-lips into his mouth to flay them with his teeth. Then, rubbing the girl's clit with his thumb, he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy.
Instinctively, the walls of Betsy's cunt closed on Jack's probing tongue. "Unhhhh," she moaned.
Her ass shifted a little on the seat. "That's nice. Nice Jack, keep it up!"
He could taste the freely flowing juices of her cunt. Pussy-oil spilled from her cunt and ran down his chin. He moved his tongue around inside Betsy's cunt, stretching it like a miniature cock. "Ohhhhh," she purred, head lolling to one side.
"Oh, I like it! Keep it up!"
Jake pushed the last inch of his prick into the warmth and snugness of Coe's cunt. His body was still angled upward from the waist. He locked down now to see with pleasure the way Coe's pink asscheeks framed the base of his cock. He could feel the head of his prick pulsing deep inside her pussy.
"That's all good and well, Son," he called out to Bob, "but don't forget about the main event. Or your twin here'll regret it." He grunted as sudden fear clenched Coe's pussy around his cock.
Jack froze with his tongue still deep within his little sister's pussy. Betsy had lost herself in a delirium of delight, lolling against her bonds and soaking up the pleasure of her brother's tongue exploring her pussy. Her ass was moving, swirling her cunt around Jack's stiffened tongue. She barely noticed, when he paused in his cunt-lapping.
But Jack was shaken. He'd meant to try to get turned on again despite his sexual exhaustion by devouring the sweet meat of Betsy's pussy. He'd gotten so wrapped up in eating the girl's cunt that he'd forgotten what he was supposed to be doing – and what was at stake. If he didn't perform as Jake demanded, his other sister would suffer.
He glanced down at his prick. His big cock was as full and hard as he'd ever seen it. With a sigh of relief mixed with sheer horniness he hoisted himself to his knees.
Betsy opened her eyes, then closed them again in mixed apprehension and delight as her wide-open pussy-lips kissed the tip of her brother's prick. A fat drop of pussy-oil oozed from her cunt and rolled coolly down the underside of Jack's cock. He moaned with pleasure and began to thrust his great prick into her waiting cunt.
His cock went an inch into Betsy's cunt and stopped. "Oh!" the girl said as a small pain twinged her pussy.
Jack was horrified. His sister still had her. He knew she'd been used sexually by the two fugitives when he'd attempted to rescue his sisters from them. He'd just sort of assumed that if she still had her cherry intact when they'd gotten hold of her, she didn't any more. Immediately his prick began to droop. To shove his raging cock to the balls in his other sister's hot wet curd was one thing. He knew, instinctively if not in fact, that he was far from the first male whose prick she'd welcomed into the warm crevice of her cunt. But to pop his own sister's cherry…
Lying on top of the prone Colleen, his cock thrust once more to its base in her tight pussy, Jake looked up and saw Jack's hesitation. He reached out an arm.
Coe made a small sound of protest. Her arms were tied behind her back and he was lying on top of them in an awkward, uncomfortable position. Despite her hatred for the man, her cunt had begun to respond of its own accord to the invasion of that monstrously long prick. Already the length of Jake's cock was shiny with the honeyed oils of Coe's pussy. Now, with that rigid prick pushed all the way inside her cunt, his sideways motion torqued the stiff cock in her pussy. The sensation was so incredibly good that it almost hurt.
Then Jake slashed at the side of her ass with the end of the black bullwhip.
"Aiiii!" Coe yelped.
Jack heard her cry and the slap of leather on naked girl-flesh. He didn't need to turn. He knew what had happened. He looked down at his sister. Her eyes were wide. They had turned a strange aquamarine color with whatever emotion she was feeling, tied to the porch swing with an inch of her brother's cock buried in her pussy.
He took a deep breath and rammed his hips forward. Betsy started to scream as the iron-hard cockhead burst her cherry. It turned into an animal moan of pleasure as her pussy was expanded by the rapid entry of Jack's cock.
The youth wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He knew her ruptured cherry still hurt, so he did no more than hug her for several breaths. Her pussy was exquisitely snug around his massive cock. He kissed her cheek, his heartbeat starting to race out of control. Fumblingly, she turned her face to his. His tongue played across her lips. They parted. His tongue stole into her mouth, sampled her sweet saliva and teased her tongue into a wrestling match.
The twining of their tongues turned abruptly violent as the passion building in Jack's cunt buried prick passed the boiling point. Without warning, hardly aware he was even doing it, he ripped his cock from her pussy and rammed it back in again. She screamed around a mouthful of tongue, her eyes round. Unconscious of her reaction, he stroked his cock powerfully to and ho again. She started to writhe in his grip, making urgent sounds that his ever-active tongue muffled in her mouth.
The first brief pain of having her cherry broken had been overwhelmed by the delicious fullness her brother's cock had given her pussy. She could have sat there all afternoon, unmindful of the discomfort of her bonds or the way her legs were drawn so far up, just grooving on the feel of that prick in and out of her pussy, the pain was beginning again.
And in his lustful frenzy, Jack interpreted her sounds and squirms of pain as wild delight.
Coe was making some squirms and sounds of her own. Despite the new stinging that pulsed counterpoint to the ache in her ass and left tit, left by. Jake's cruel whip, she was so horny she could barely stand it. Jake's cock felt superb inside her cunt, and the way he spiraled his hips when he fucked in and out of her slobbering cunt drove her simply out of her mind. The little pains his whip had left her did no more than add a wicked, delicious edge to the pleasure of that pistoning prick. At another time Coe might have wondered how pain, especially in her sensitive ass and tits, could help turn her on. But then, she might wonder how she could get turned on while being raped – and here she was, doing it!
She'd never been fucked this way before. She'd made love on the grass before, but always lying on her back. She'd never been fucked while flat on her belly. Her weight combined with Jake's crushed her ample boobs against the earth; his motion rubbed her lust-taut nipples around on the grass, thrilled her in ways she'd never known before. She wriggled like a snake beneath the bearded man, jerking her shapely ass from side to side so that her cunt could glean every possible bit of stimulation from the huge hard-driven cock.
Off to one side, all but forgotten, Bob stood next to Jeanette.
The older woman sat watching her offspring with big eyes. The stiffness of her nipples seemed to say that she, too, was feeling some of the erotic excitement that so obviously possessed her three children.
Panting with horniness, Bob sidled up to her, cupped her chin in his hands, and stuck his cock into her mouth. Her lips accepted the wide prickhead without her ever looking away from the lewd and lurid spectacle before her. She began to suck on the hard cock like a child nursing.
At some point, young and innocent Betsy Mason had passed the point of agony and was in a frenzy of pleasure as her brother's big cock reamed out her pussy. "D-d-d-do it, Jack!" she stuttered to the tempo of his fucking. "I think I-I-I… I'm… I about to… COMMMME!"
She did. Her pussy contracted around her brother's stabbing prick with all the force her well exercised adolescent's body was capable of.
"God!" Jack shouted. His arms hugged her to him, squashing her conical tits against his chest as he drove his cock furiously into her climaxing cunt. No sooner was his crotch grinding against the girl's pussy than his prick began to shudder and spit gobs and gobs of come.
Betsy screamed with delirious joy. Her brother's prick felt fantastic, and the sensation of his come pulsing into her pussy was like nothing she'd ever imagined. She was in heaven. Even the unwilling delight she'd kit when Jake had eaten her pussy and made her come was nothing like this.
Jack screwed his cock around and around inside her spasming pussy. His prick fired jism until the white creamy come filled the passage of Betsy's cunt and lathered her pussy-lips like foam. Their mouths locked together and their tongues met as their souls flowed into each other in an impassioned unity of orgasm.
Colleen screamed as Jake's cock filled her pussy with come. It took several spurts of boiling come to set it off, but when her orgasm hit her she thought she'd dig a hole in the soft turf with her uncontrollable thrashing.
Bob's prick throbbed. To her surprise, Jeanette found that her mouth was filled with come. "Mmmmmm!" she said. She turned to devote her full attention to sucking the delicious jism from the tip of Bob's huge quivering prick.
Once more Jack started fucking his cock frantically in and out of his sister's cunt. His prick spewed jism as if he hadn't gotten his rocks off in days, instead of just a few minutes before. Betsy chanted a litany of ecstasy as he pumped his come into her already overflowing pussy. Orgasm gripped her again and again as if it would never let her go.
Then her pussy was squeezing emptiness in the last throes of her passion. Jack had torn free from her pussy. His big prick rubbed up and down, still spitting jism, as he ran full-tilt for the family Jeep, parked around the corner of the house with. Jeanette's keys still in the ignition.