A tongue worked eagerly within Betsy Mason's cunt. Though the tongue was expertly thrilling her pussy in ways the inexperienced girl had never known before, though her pussy was swimming in its own aromatic juices, she was sobbing in pain.
Crack! The tip of the black whip slashed her ass. "Mmmmm!" she moaned. She would have given a full-throated shriek of anguish, but her mouth was plugged by Jake's immensely long cock.
Ropes had been passed over the open beams of the ceiling in the living room, and she had been hung upside down with a loop around either shapely ankle. Jake stood with his bearded face buried in her pussy and his cock stuck in her mouth. He held the bullwhip about eighteen inches from the end, and was applying the foreshortened lash liberally to her naked ass even as he ate her cunt and fucked her lovely face.
The joy of his mouth delighting her pussy, the dizziness of blood rushing to her temples, the sting of leather on her butt, the probing of his prick as he fucked the first few inches of its rigid length in and out of her mouth – the conflicting sensations were on the verge of driving her mad.
"Uggggghhh!" Jeanette Mason grunted as Bob crammed his monstrous cock into her pussy from behind. Once more she marveled at the thickness of his prick, the way it stretched the flexible walls of her pussy to unheard-of dimensions. The enormous girth of his prick meant that even being fucked into her waiting cunt from behind, the vein wrapped surface rasped thrillingly across her straining, erect clit.
Normally she would have been crying out in incomparable ecstasy. But like her younger daughter, her pleasure was leavened with pain. The tall slender woman was down on her knees, her lush body parallel to the floor, her arms strapped across the coffee table.
Her feet were tied to heavy chairs. Her heavy tits hung almost to the floor. Beneath them, weighted down with a lead ingot the family had been using as a doorstop, was a cheese-grater shaped like a cylinder cut in half down the long axis. The rounded grating surfaced was placed so that when Bob fucked his big prick into the captive woman from the rear, her tits swung back and forth over the sharp, rough surface. It scraped her sensitive tits mercilessly.
Bob drew his prick slowly from Jeanette's cunt. His wrist-thick cock was gleaming with the oils of her cunt. The smell of pussy was ripe in his nostrils, and he couldn't get enough of the sight of his cock disappearing between the pale mounds of her ass.
"Ahhhh," he said in satisfaction, and he rammed his cock back into her cunt.
A wet squelching sound greeted the arrival of his cock in Jeanette's cunt, and Bob's dangling balls swung forward to slap the wedged-open mouth of her pussy.
"Owwwww!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth as her body was rocked by the impact of Bob's hips and her tits swung forward. The grater clawed at her delicate nipples like talons.
Despite the pleasure of Bob's prick fucking her pussy and the pain in her boobs, Jeanette wasn't thinking about herself. Even as another thrust of Bob's cock thrilled her cunt and scraped the tips of her jugs still more, she flicked her eyes to the side, toward the capacious fireplace.
A roaring fire had been built in it, despite the fact that the evening was warm. Even across the room, the heat of the flames was uncomfortable on Jeanette's bare skin. So her heart was torn in two at the thought of what her daughter Colleen must be experiencing.
So far, the auburn-haired girl was silent. But her face was beaded with sweat, and from more than heat. She was draped ass-up over the back of a massive wooden chair, her legs tied apart. The chair had been moved to within about a yard of the leaping flames, so that her delectable ass was being slowly roasted by the flames.
But even that was not the worst.
One of the family's branding irons was thrust into the fire. When it was ready, Jake had promised with a loose-lipped grin of unbelievable evilness, it would be used on one, of the three Mason women. Meantime the handle of the gradually heating metal rod was jammed up Coe's cunt. The iron didn't conduct heat all that well, so it was still fairly cool – bearable, at least. But Coe knew that all too soon it would be glowing red-hot within her pussy.
A pocket of sap in the blazing pinon logs popped, sending a shower of hot fragments onto Coe's naked ass. "Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the tiny embers seared her delicate flesh. The small stinging pains, themselves no more than ant bites, broke the dam of her reserve. Her courage deserted her at once.
"Help!" she screamed, feeling the flames all but licking at her ass. "Oh God, get me out of this!"
Betsy moaned in involuntary joy as Jake's tongue attacked her pussy with renewed vigor. Coe's pleadings were music to his ears. He slashed repeatedly at the upside-down girl's rounded ass, so that her cock-stifled groans mingled with the hysterical screams of her sister.
One of Jake's callused hands was wrapped around a slender adolescent thigh, holding the captive's pussy in place for his oral attentions. The other kept the whip flicking incessantly against the captive's rump. Till now he had been content to fuck the first few inches of his prick lazily in and out of Betsy's mouth. Now he started pressing forward with his hips.
Betsy's eyes widened. The upper side of Jake's cock slid over her tongue. The flared hood of the cockhead flicked her tongue, then made for the back of her mouth. She realized with sudden panic that he meant to fuck that nine-inch prick all the way down her throat.
She tried to let her head ride back with the forward motion of his hips. Very soon she found her head was as far back as it would go. Her neck bone began to creak and the cock started sliding up her throat. She choked, feeling the urge to gag.
Jake chose that moment to extend his rigid tongue and touch the tip to the girl's clit. Pressing his tongue tip firmly against her nerve-button, he started rotating his head above her gaping cunt. It was like having a cattle prod touched to her clit. Pleasure blasted through her pussy like lightning.
"Uh! Uh! Aahhhhh!" She was losing her grip on reality. Her pussy was absolutely exploding with delight, while at the same time she was beginning to gag uncontrollably on Jake's prick. The knotted thong of the whip continued to beat a painful tattoo on her bare ass.
By the fireside, Coe's cries took on a sharper, shriller tone when she felt the iron beginning to get warm inside her pussy.
Betsy writhed. The ropes bit into her ankles. Jake's cock slid inexorably between her lips. The head moved farther and farther up her throat, throbbing with his lust-maddened heartbeat. The bearded man's tongue kept rolling her clit in an excruciatingly delightful circle.
"Oh God… oh stop! Get it out of my pussy. It's getting hot!" Coe, looking up with her ample young tits spilling onto the chair's striped cushion, pleaded with her captors.
Already the heat of the fire on her exposed asscheeks stung as if her butt had been freshly whipped. But the iron was heating her pussy more rapidly than she'd even thought. Already waves of pain were beginning to radiate from the nubile cuntflesh wrapped around the black metal rod.
Bob's sharp hipbones thumped Jeanette's ass with metronomic regularity. He fucked his prick into her cunt harder every time, and her tits were swinging back and forth like pendulums of succulent flesh. Their tips were puffy and red as if they, too, were suffering under the lash.
Jeanette felt as if her nude body was covered with small, crawly insects. The pain in her tits and the unfettered ecstasy in her cunt warred in her body as they did in her blonde daughter's. The tension between agony and erotic delight was stretching her nerves to the breaking point!
Coe's cries were a constant litany: "It hurts! It's hot inside me now… it's burning up my pussy! Oh, Mommy, I'm sorry I can't be strong like you… but it hurtsssss!" Her voice sounded like a little girl's as she suffered.
Betsy's mind seemed to have come adrift of her body. It was as if she was an unattached observer, watching what happened to her upended young body without feeling it any more than she could feel the growing heat on Colleen's butt and in her pussy. Her stomach muscles were knotted with delight as Jake's tongue revolved on her clit. Perfumed pussy-oil welled from her cunt and ran down the cheeks of her ass. At the same time, she was gagging on the unyielding rod of prick that was invading her throat inch by inch.
Jake was elated. He was driving this luscious, young nymphet insane by filling, her body with intolerable, contradictory surges of torment and pleasure. At the same time, her mother was suffering a similar fate he'd devised himself, being fucked into a delirium on the hard bar of Bob's giant cock while her tits were scraped raw on the cheese-grater. And Coe was being roasted before the fire while her nubile naked body writhed around the heating branding iron. It was fantastic! He'd never dominated the lives of so many so extensively and sadistically at the same time.
Betsy's gag reflex closed her throat convulsively around his cock. The sudden tightening caught his lengthy prick just behind the head, at its most sensitive spot. He groaned aloud, his breath blowing hot across her brimming pussy, and blasted a charge of jism into her throat.
Betsy gagged again, sucking a still more powerful stream of come from the swallowed cock. The white come rolled back down her upended throat, coating the length of the cock, filling her mouth with its salty sweet acridity, getting to her nose and choking her. She gagged repeatedly, her gagging milking the come in torrents from Jake's cock.
Suddenly he tilted his head down and with his tongue pushed her straining cut into the wet pink folds of her cunt.
Her body shook like an earthquake as she came. She kept gagging, even as the pleasure-wave of climax was rolling from her pussy to her brain. The long cock spurted wad after wad of come into her throat, some of which she managed to drink down, some of which rolled back up her throat to choke her. Her mind went hazy as pain and pleasure both reached a fever pitch within her body.
"Noooo!" she heard Coe moan. "I can't take it any more! It's so hot!"
Suddenly there was a great crashing, as of mountains falling. Jake's cock flew out of her mouth with unbelievable speed. His tongue leapt from her pussy just as a thin jet of jism erupted and spattered across her lips. Come dripped from her mouth, ran up into her nose and mouth and long, dangling hair.
Her eyes flew open. The room was full of men, and the front door hung on its hinges. Then Betsy screamed in sheer surprise.
Standing not six feet away was her brother, Jack!
Bob's cock burst forth with, a load of jism just as he yanked it from Jeanette's cunt. Pussy-juice cascaded down her thighs, and she kept rolling her hips in mindless passion even though the incredible shaft of cock was no longer inside her cunt to titillate it, even though her every motion scraped her jugs cruelly on the grater. She was in the grip of an erotic delirium that completely overrode her rational being. Even the growing agony in her tits did no more than add to the mounting ecstasy in her cunt.
She heard Bob cry, "No, wait, I only…" and the shattering roar of a shotgun brought her dizzily back to reality.
She turned her head as Bob somersaulted onto the couch in a shower of blood. Holding his hands in front of his face, Jake dashed across the living room and dove through the big picture window in a rain of glittering glass fragments.
He was running frenziedly across the clearing, big cock swinging loosely and still dripping his jism and Betsy's saliva, when Jack drilled him through the base of the skull with one shot from a…
"Ahhhhh! God, yes!" Colleen Mason cried as her brother slid his long cock deliberately into her pussy. The walls of her cunt were still a bit sensitive from being lightly scorched by the branding iron, but somehow that only made the slippery friction of Jack's big prick inside her pussy that much sweeter.
The youth fucked his cock into Coe's clutching cunt until his crotch was pressed hard against the plump demi-globes of her ass. Her butt was still somewhat pink, as if from sunburn. It was still a beautiful sight, and he squeezed a double handful of delectable assflesh as he rolled his cock inside the savory stew of her cunt juice.
His cock was drawn back. Inch by inch it left her cunt while she sighed and rotated her hips, rolling her eyes in ecstasy. But when Jack's cockhead came to the mouth of her pussy, it kept coming till his prick's wedge-shaped head slipped from the clinging lips.
"Mmmmmmm," Coe said, biting her lips and wagging her ass impatiently.
Jeanette Mason grabbed her son's prick and fed its head into her mouth. Betsy pressed her cheek to his and leaped at the underside of the cockshaft while Jack moaned in delight.
The two naked females reluctantly relinquished Jack's prick and he jammed it feverishly back into his twin's pussy.
She wailed happily as he fucked it home in her cunt. Cuntjuice slobbered out and around the disappearing piston of cock and ran down her thighs.
"Tell us again how you got away, big brother," Betsy said wonderingly, stroking her sister's velvety ass.
"All right… uhhhhh!" His cock went into Coe's cunt to the hilt, and she squeezed it lasciviously with her agile cunt. "When I felt the shot hit the gas tank, I bailed out and rolled into the trees. Got my ass scorched almost as bad as yours, Coe. God, are you trying to pinch my cock off?"
Coe smiled innocently back at them, the effect spoiled by a lewd twinkle in her emerald eyes. "Would I do a thing like that?"
Jack didn't answer. "Anyway, I went running down the road and got Mr. Proctor and Mr. Offutt to call the sheriff. Then they came with me to see what we could do. I borrowed Andy Proctor's deer rifle."
"Well done, Son," Jeanette said proudly. His cock was retreating from Coe's cunt too slowly to suit her, so she pulled it bodily out with her fingers and popped it in her mouth again. Betsy made a sound of protest; "Don't be greedy," her mother told her. "Besides, there's your big sister's lovely pussy staring you in the face. Surely you don't want to let it go to waste?"
Betsy smiled. Coe gasped as her baby sister pressed her fervent lips to her pussy. The younger girl's tongue slipped out to invade the waiting wet cunt.
"What were those two guys hiding out for, anyway?" Jack wanted to know.
He heard his twin crooning to herself as Betsy lapped her pussy. Then his mother sucked hard on his cock, and he decided it didn't matter after all.