Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In TIED AND WHIPPED SISTER, Marcy Jennings finds herself and her brother in just such a situation. Held captive by two depraved youths, she not only meets her captors' sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Marcy and her brother are forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by their own moral code.
TIED AND WHIPPED SISTER-a shocking story, the story of a brother's and sister's reaction under stress. Yet who are we to judge their response?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"No," the girl moaned, twisting her face away from the burning-hot cockhead that throbbed inches away from her cheek. "No, take it away!"
The burly blond youth shook his cock in the girl's pretty, fearful face. "C'mon," he said, half-roughly and half-pleadingly. "Just take it in your little mouth and suck on it. You'll like it. Pretend it's a popsicle!"
The slim but big-titted girl turned from side to side, seeking help or escape. The lookout point was deserted. Above them, a hundred and fifty yards away, were radio transmitters blinking red lights into the night, and a darkened Forest Service information center. Even if an engineer from one of the radio stations with equipment on the crest had been up tinkering with the broadcasting gear he wouldn't have heard her cries for help. And even if another car drove up to the lookout she couldn't expect assistance. Young lovers often used this place.
The teenager imagined she could feel the heat from the rigid prick the horny youngster was waving at her. His body was a black hulk above her. Her full, ripe boobs rose and fell to her panicked breathing.
The youth's voice turned menacing. "Suck it," he said gruffly. "Suck my prick, Marcy, and do it now!"
Marcy Jennings shook her head fearfully. She'd known she shouldn't come up here with her boyfriend! But she didn't dare refuse. As far as she knew she was the only virgin in the senior class at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School and she didn't want the fact spread around!
When she'd agreed to drive up with the youth, she'd been sure that if she put him off politely but firmly everything would be all right. It never occurred to her that the boy might not take no for an answer!
"Billy," she said in a trembling voice. "Take it easy, Billy. Don't get up-"
"Suck my cock!" the boy roared.
The seventeen-year-old girl acted instinctively. Billy Bramblett's car was one of those little foreign imports with the reclining front seats. He'd driven into the lot and dropped the seat back from behind Marcy. Then before she'd known what was happening he was all over her, mauling her jugs with his hands, kissing her. With a squeal of fear she'd pushed him off her-only to have him come back with a cock the size of a salami!
Now her hand found the door handle and jerked it open. Cold mountain air rushed into the car as Marcy tumbled out. The gravel bruised her shins. She clambered to her feet, losing one of her shoes and kicking the other off. Then she took off for the woods that fringed the parking area. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from the enraged, lust-maddened boy!
She heard his door slam open and the crunch of his shoes on the gravel. Her legs were long for her height and she had sheer fear to spur her on. The shadowy pine woods weren't far away. Another few flying strides-
His blond hair flying, Billy Bramblett caught the fleeing girl in a long tackle. She went down with him on top of her, his big hard cock poking into her back. Marcy cried out in pain as her boobs were crushed into the sharp gravel.
A harsh hand twined in her auburn hair. Billy was twisting the girl's arm up behind her back in a powerful hammerlock. Despite the wrestling hold, Marcy fought like a wildcat. Her luscious young body writhed on the gravel in spite of the way it bruised her jugs and her bare thighs. Her head whipped from side to side.
"Knock it off, bitch!" Billy grunted in her ear. "I'm warning you-"
She brought her head up sharply and smacked him in the nose. He blinked in surprise as blood began to pour from his aching nostrils. Then with a howl of rage he dragged the still-struggling girl to her feet.
He threw brawny arms around her in a bear hug and carried her back to the car. "Ohh!" she cried as he threw her to the ground beside the open passenger door. Then she grunted as his weight came down on her back.
Keeping her pinned between his strong thighs, Billy reached into the back of his car and came up with a coiled rope. Quickly, he tied both Marcy's wrists tightly behind her back. Then he stood up, hauling her off the ground by an arm.
"Wha-what are you doing?" the girl asked, afraid but defiant. Billy's answer was an open-handed slap that sent Marcy reeling back against the car frame. She shook her head to clear her vision, feeling the boy's palm print burning on her cheek.
"I'm going to teach you to play around with me, bitch," the young man gritted. He was busily threading his belt out of the loops in his jeans. "Turn around!"
When Marcy didn't respond he grabbed her arm and spun her around, dragged her around the open door and draped her rudely across the car. Before the stunned adolescent could move, Billy yanked her skirt up around her waist and ripped the panties from her plump, rounded ass!
The cheeks of Marcy's butt were firm and gleamed palely in the moonlight. The wisp of cunt fur visible between her thighs was dark, inviting mystery to the boy's eager eyes. But first.. . he raised the belt.
Breathless and off-balance, Marcy sought to gather her thoughts. Irrationally overriding everything else was the humiliation of having her bare ass exposed. To have Billy greedily eyeing the nakedness of her young ass was bad enough, but what if someone came along?
Then all thoughts were driven from the girl's mind as Billy's belt came down on her ass with all his strength. It sounded like a rifle going off, and it felt as if he'd smacked her ass with a two-by-four with a nail in it. "Yeow!" yelped the tied-up girl.
Panting like a winded dog, Billy gazed down at his captive. Her ass-flesh seemed to quiver in anticipation of another blow. Even in the eerie half-light of the moon he could see the band of the belt-weal crossing the black crack of her ass. It looked like a dark stripe across the glowing skin of Marcy's butt, but he knew it was hot and pink-and painful!
This was a kind of turn on he'd never had before! His big cock drummed with the fury of his pulse, straight and solid with desire. Soon enough he'd fuck that cock into his helpless captive. But now he was going to whip her until she crawled and begged for mercy . . . until she pleaded to be allowed to suck his cock and end her torment!
Crack! Another weal crisscrossed the first. Marcy's half-naked body bucked into the air. "Aaaiiiiiiiii!" she screamed. The metal hood of the car buckled with a twang like a musical saw as she squirmed, feeling the pain raging out of her tortured asscheeks. The rope was rubbing her wrists raw.
"Stop!" she sobbed. "Don't! Quit-I give up! I'll do anything you want." She couldn't stand any more pain. She'd never dreamed anything could hurt so bad.
Billy felt a spasm of disappointment. He hadn't expected his beautiful girlfriend to give in this easily! He started to lower the belt.
And then it hit him. Why should he stop now? He had the girl completely in his power! He could make her suck his cock any time.
Right now he was going to relish the feel of leather striking shrinking bare ass-flesh, the sight of dark welts appearing on the flawless skin, the struggling of the helpless captive!
Again he lashed out at Marcy's ass. "YIIIIII-IIIIIIII!" This time the belt curled over her right butt-cheek, crossing the two lines left by his other strokes. Gravel flew as she kicked and scrabbled her toes futilely in the dirt, crazy with the pain. Her white thighs were parted now, and Billy could see a wealth of chestnut cunt fur between them, black in the stark moonlight.
He had an idea. His cock bobbing before him, he walked toward the front of his car. Her body wracked by agonized sobs, Marcy turned her head to watch him. With a grin of self-satisfaction, he raised the belt again.
This time the leather tongue landed right along the shallow crevasse between Marcy's spread-out asscheeks. The very tip of the belt curled in and snapped the delicate lips of the girl's pussy like a scorpion's sting!
"WaaaaaagggggHHAAAIIIIII!" Marcy's wail of agony was loud as an air-raid siren. If there was anyone for miles they should have heard the shrill and pain-filled noise. But the forest around them was still. Above them the moon looked on impassively and beyond the cliff the lights of the city twinkled.
Marcy felt as though her brutal boyfriend had built a bonfire on her ass! The pain washing over her butt from the flogging just didn't stop. And the agony in the mouth of her pussy was like a bee sting! "Ohhh," she moaned, "ahhhh!"
Her lovely body stirred restlessly on the hood. Billy gloated over the tortured captive. An unholy light burned in his eyes. This was power, like nothing he'd ever known before! Air whistled as the belt rose high and fell.
Once more the leather hitting nude flesh rang round the clearing, followed by another anguished cry from the teenaged girl. Her bare thighs drummed against the side of the car as she flailed her legs at the pain devouring her ass.
Then Billy was raining blows on Marcy's ass like a summer hailstorm! The girl thrashed around the car hood and shrieked till her throat got raw. All to no avail. The louder she yelled the harder Billy whipped her butt. The belt slashed at her ass till she wondered if any skin was left on her flaming buttocks.
Her butt was a dull glow of welted flesh when Billy let his whip-arm slump to his side. It ached from the exertion of lashing Marcy's ass. "Now," he puffed, quivering with the need that filled his mammoth prick. "Do you want me to stop?"
Gulping, Marcy nodded. "Y-yes," she groaned. "Oh God, yes!"
"Then tell me you'll suck my cock!"
Marcy opened her mouth to say the words. She choked on them. The idea of that mighty prick pulsing and pumping in her mouth, spitting foul jism that would coat her tongue and run like oil down her throat. . .
Whack! Another whip stroke cut down the crack of her ass. Marcy's vision went red. "Ahhh-all right!" she stammered when the pain had subsided enough to let her speak. "I'll do it! I'll do anything you say!"
"Then say it! Say it, or I'll rip your ass to shreds!"
Marcy licked her lips. Her butt-cheeks clamped themselves firmly together in fear of another cut of the belt. "I. . . will. . . suck . . . your . . . cock!"
"You'll beg to suck my cock, you filthy bitch."
She shut her eyes. "Please . . . allow me to suck your cock." She couldn't believe it was her own voice forming those words. But she couldn't stand to be beaten any more!
"That's better," Billy said. "On your knees!"
Almost grateful, Marcy let herself slide from the hood onto the ground. The gravel was uncomfortable beneath her knees. She scarcely noticed. The pain in her ass overrode her other feelings.
Heart thumping, she turned to face Billy. Her eyes opened to behold the fat head of his prick, swollen like a purplish balloon. He was holding it in one hand. The other slipped around behind her neck and guided her head forward.
"That's a good girl," Billy said. "Just suck on my prick."
The tip of the cock touched Marcy's tightly-pressed lips. The alien smell of cock filled her nose. Can I go through with it? she thought dizzily.
She opened her mouth. Instantly the prick began sliding between her lips. She had to open her jaws wide to take the thick cock in. The skin of Billy's prick was dry to her lips. Her tongue coiled up in the back of her mouth, trying to escape contact with the youth's cock.
"Ahhh," Billy moaned. He caressed her cheek. "That's niiiiiiice." Then he pulled the cock outward.
Marcy almost fainted with relief. The meaty taste of cock was making her head swim. It was all over! He was giving up-he'd had his kicks! She was free!
Then he fucked the cock violently back into her face. Marcy's eyes bulged as the prick filled her mouth. And it didn't stop! The bead of the prick traveled past her mouth and slid into her throat!
Her stomach turned over. The underside of Billy's cock was pressing down on her reluctant tongue. That huge prick slid endlessly into her throat.
Her gag reflex took over. Her body shook as the muscles in her neck closed around the bar of Billy's prick, trying to force the invading cock out. It didn't work. Instead it made Billy cram his prick into her face more greedily than ever!
Marcy gagging made her throat grab Billy's prick and jack it off like an avid hand! He felt her breath stirring in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. In the sudden spasm of her reflexes, her tongue had begun to lash wildly at the underside of Billy's cock as though trying to drive it out of her mouth!
It was too much. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," he sighed, and filled the girl's throat with one great spurt of jism.
Marcy gagged again as the backblast of come roiled up around the prick buried in her throat. "Ugggghhhhh! Urk!" she coughed. She was rewarded by a second spasm of Billy's cock.
Now the reeking come filled her mouth. Her horrified premonition had come true! Her boyfriend's jism coated her tongue like flour paste. It tasted bleachy, with a salty sweet tang that made r sick.
Still the cock pulsated to the fury of Billy's climax, expanding so far with every surge of come that Marcy feared her jaw would pop out of its hinges! She was overwhelmed by the pungent flavor of Billy's come. Then some of it went into her nasal passages and she began coughing.
Jism sprayed through the girl's nostrils, all over Billy's crotch. He laughed and wagged his cock in her face. The orgasm hosing jism into the girl's mouth was dying away. But he didn't care. The fun had just begun!
Marcy felt her mouth overflow with come. The stuff ran down her chin and dripped onto the front of her rumpled, soiled dress. Billy's left leg was smashing one of her tits against her chest.
After a sick eternity Marcy felt the cock go still in her mouth. She shuddered. She could feel the come in her mouth, on her lips, even running from her nose. She wanted to die.
"What are you waiting for?" Billy demanded abruptly. "Keep sucking my cock!"
Marcy's green eyes flicked up in disbelief. The look on Billy's face told her she didn't dare disobey. Weakly she tightened her lips around the now-rubbery stalk of his prick.
He put a palm on her face and began to push her back. The palm was wet with sweat. His prick slipped inch by inch from Marcy's lips. Sucking noises issued from around the withdrawing prick, and the girl's cheeks hollowed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Billy moaned orgiastically. Even though he'd just come like there was no tomorrow, the sweet suction of the girl's mouth on his cock felt incredibly good. "Use your tongue, baby."
Marcy was already appalled by the fact that she was swallowing Billy's come. But first the reflex action of her throat had drunk the jism down, and now her sucking drew the rank come into her stomach. To think of running her tongue around the repulsive prick stunned her.
What she could see of Billy's big prick, stretching from her distended lips to the bush at his crotch, was slimed with greenish-glowing sperm. To think of her own tongue swirling around that cock, scooping up that jism. "Your tongue! Or I'll use the belt on your tender titties!"
Marcy's heart almost stopped at his threat. She knew he'd carry it through. And if his belt had hurt her ass so hideously, what would it be like on her melon-like jugs! She shuddered. Her tongue curled around the withdrawing cockshaft like an oily serpent.
Billy put his head back. This was the life! A lovely, helpless female captive to suck his prick for him-as often as he wanted! And no arguing about swallowing his come, the way some girls at school did. Marcy would drink his jism and be grateful-or feel the belt caressing her naked ass!
Marcy felt his prick growing hard again as her tongue laved around it. The taste of jism was still very strong. Another time she might have actually enjoyed the fiercely male flavor of come, but not now. All she could think about was what the brutal boy would do to her next. Her probably wouldn't just want to fuck her face again.
How right she was! The cock hardened like setting cement. Marcy felt his pulse quicken, feeling it transmitted to her lips through the tube of his prick. His breath was coming like a bellows.
"All right!" he cried at last. He yanked the prick from his victim's face. It whipped up, flinging drops of saliva into her eyes and hair. She blinked. "Now, stand up and turn toward the car."
Numbly, Marcy did as she was told. The gravel dug into the soles of her feet. "Now bend over."
Here it comes, Marcy thought, but she obeyed. Once again she felt him life her skirt, felt the wash of air on bare and now burning asscheeks. He was going to rape her now. She would lose her cherry by force to this terrible, sadistic youth. She felt sad, desolate.
Sweat-salty palms stung her ass. "Owwwww!"
Marcy cried, though Billy's touch was surprisingly light. To her discomfort, he exerted pressure on her butt. Then she realized he was moving the demiglobes of her ass apart. Why was he doing that?
She found out. Something like the tip of a policeman's rubber baton poked into the fisted pucker of her asshole. Instantly it began to press inwards. Marcy felt the taut ring of flesh guarding the portal of her ass begin to give way.
"Nooo!" she gasped. He was trying to fuck her up the ass! The thought made her frantic with fear. She couldn't stand that! The obscenity of such an invasion was bad enough-but the tiny passage of her poop chute would certainly not accommodate such a gigantic cock as Billy's! She'd burst wide open. "Dooooooon't!"
Billy grinned down at the twin mounds of Marcy's ass. His fingers curled around her buttocks and dug in. Then with a wrench of his muscles he drove his cockhead into the girl's asshole!
"YeeeeeAAAAAiiiii!" shrilled Marcy. The pain was indescribable. But worse than the pain was the feeling of awful fullness, as if her asshole was being wracked savagely out of shape by the thick cock!
Panting with passion and effort Billy forced inch after throbbing inch of his ramrod-like cock into the squirming girl's ass. Her dark hair lashed about her shoulders as she shook her head and gobbled in pain and fear. It did no good. Her wriggling attempts to escape only intensified the pleasure of the prick in her butt!
With his come and Marcy's saliva liberally smeared on his big prick, Billy didn't have as much trouble driving the prick into his victim's ass as he might have. Of course it was easier on Marcy that way. He should have thought of that. He should have dried his prick on her dress or something and crammed it up her butt dry as sandpaper-that would have made her shake her buns!
The cock was like a huge thick pole sliding into Marcy's butt hole. Her insides felt crowded by the girth of the prick. Her ass cheeks were wedged farther and farther apart, till the valley between them was stretched taut from butt-cheek to butt-cheek!
"Stop!" It was an agonized whisper. "Can't. . . take any more. You'll tear me . . . ahhhh! . . . apart!"
Her pleadings were music to Billy's ears. With a whoosh of air from his lungs he drove the last inch of his prick home in Marcy's ass. "AAAAAHHH-HHH!" she screamed. His balls slapped the mouth of her pussy.
The tunnel of his prisoner's pretty ass was like an incredibly tight sleeve wrapped around Billy's cock. Her body moved constantly in pain. The stirring of her flexible rectum around his prick was pure heaven! He braced himself against her hot, pink butt and pulled the prick out of her asshole.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Air hissed over Marcy's teeth. The pain of the young man's cock coming out of her ass was worse than it had been going in! It was as if the cock was barbed. Withdrawing it seemed to tear at the fragile walls of her poop chute.
The searing agony shooting from Marcy's cock-filled ass was short-lived. Billy was getting hot again. The need to fuck that lovely butt possessed him. The cock came out between the reddened asscheeks till only the head remained to stretch out her butt hole. Then he crammed his prick into Marcy's butt again!
Marcy barely had time to feel the agony of the cock's inrush when it was on its way out of her ass again! And then Billy was fucking his big prick in and out of her butt with the speed and power of a jackhammer!
Even over her own screams of agony she could hear the steam-engine huffing of Billy's breath. The interior of her ass channel was ablaze with pain. She was sure the membranes lining her asshole were torn and bleeding. She was sure her insides had been messed up by the rough invasion of that outsized prick.
She was sure she wanted to die!
Sweat dripped into Billy's eyes. He tossed his head to clear them. What a trip! To be fucking that recently-whipped ass, while she thrashed around the hood of his car-it was delightful! And the tightness and heat inside Marcy's asshole was beyond imagining. He felt as though he was fucking his cock into a fired-up boiler!
The sinuous asshole involuntarily clutched as his pistoning prick. The jism his last orgasm had left in his balls was coming to a boil again. And then his cock exploded.
Marcy shrieked as her asshole filled with his come. It burned like acid. It seemed to gush clear to her throat.
CHAPTER TWO
"Don't worry, Ms. Jennings," the patrolman said. He was big and young and his face was lined with genuine concern. "We'll find him."
Marcy nodded, unable to speak. "Thank you, Officer," her brother said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "She really does appreciate your concern."
"I understand," the policeman said. "Be sure to call us if you need anything. Or if this boy bothers you." He touched his cap and turned back down the walk.
Gently David Jennings shut the door after him. With a choking sob his sister collapsed into his arms. He was six feet tall, inches taller than Marcy, but her sudden dead weight was hard for him to manage. He was only just able to get her to the couch before both their legs gave way. She pressed her face against his chest and cried.
The youth stroked her gleaming auburn hair and made soothing sounds. He was out of his depth. He was a year younger than she was, but now he had to be the strong one.
He was a self-sufficient young man of sixteen, but he was badly shaken by the turn events had taken recently. When Billy Bramblett had dumped his sister off in front of the house, half-naked, sobbing, hysterical, he had fervently wished their parents were home. But their parents were gone, at an archeological sight in western Turkey. Even if their older sister Elaine was there it would have been better, but she was off at school. That left David.
Afraid his sister had been hurt, he called a doctor. The doctor called the police. They had gently but firmly questioned the girl, then put out an APB on one William James Bramblett, eighteen, Caucasion, male, five-foot eleven, blond hair, blue eyes. He hadn't been at home, or anywhere else he was known to hang out. The youth had dropped out of sight.
Now he cradled the girl in his arms, wishing he could find the words to end her hurt. They didn't come. His hands stroked her softly, her hair, her face, her quivering sides. Slowly her arms stole around his neck.
He bit his lip. He was responding to the nearness and femininity of his own sister! He could feel his prick stirring inside his jeans.
Mentally he cursed himself. How could he feel lust for his own sister-and most especially now? Maybe it was the very fact of what had been done to her that made him think about her, for the first time in his young life, in a sexual way. He shook himself. He couldn't let her know what he was feeling.
Marcy shifted in his arms. Suddenly Dave was very aware of a full, soft tit pressing against his chest. He gulped.
His sister was calming down. The closeness and strength of her younger brother drove fear from her. Somehow the horror of what Billy had done to her-had it only been last night?
She remembered the feel of his pulsating cock, spitting blast after blast of jism into her violated asshole. Her blackout only lasted a second before the searing agony of the come filling her poop chute. It burned, oh, how it burned! She felt Billy's big cock pistoning in and out of her butt in a welter of jism. Come slopped out of her anus, dribbled down her thighs, down into the bush of her pussy. She screamed and cried and pleaded, but Billy only laughed and fucked the last remnants of his come up her butt.
Then he pulled his deflating prick free of the girl's tortured ass. A gooey string of come stretched from the head of Billy's prick to Marcy's inflamed asshole. It broke and fell into the gravel. Marcy's butt hole closed up, choking off the flow of come leaking from her rump.
Laughing, Billy had walked off into the woods to piss, leaving his victim sobbing on her side on the ground. Then he'd come back, bundled her into the car, and driven her back down the mountain. Neither said a word until he screeched to a halt in front of her house.
"Here's where you get off, baby," he said. "Until next time!" Then he gunned the engine and raced off with a squeal of rubber. Marcy stared up the street after him until he careened around the corner, and then she stood listening to the noise of his car until it receded into the night. A gentle breeze stirred the hem of her skirt, ran up between her legs. The air seemed to kiss her aching asshole. She gave a low, lost cry and ran up the walk to the house.
But it was over now, as her brother was telling her over and over as he hugged her. She didn't have to worry about Billy Bramblett now. The police would get him. And then he'd be going away for a very, very long time.
She sighed and settled herself even closer to her brother. It was amazing how strong and steady her younger brother was. Like most older sisters, she'd always thought of her sibling as a twerp. A nuisance, to be beaten up when she was enough bigger than he was, and stoically ignored when he outgrew her.
Marcy fit her head more firmly beneath Dave's chin. Her heavy jugs were crushed against his chest. It was a strong chest, well-padded with muscle. She sniffled and forced a smile.
"I'm better now," she said weakly. "I'll be all right. But keep holding me, please."
His sister's almost pathetic tone tugged at Dave's heart. "Sure," he said. "Just relax."
The girl did. She let one arm drop from around Dave's neck. It traveled down his body. She felt his lean young hardness through his shirt. It felt good.
A peculiar stirring in her crotch made her murmur and shift against the youth. What was happening? Before she knew it, .she felt her virgin pussy begin to leak oily juices into her panties.
She was getting turned on!
But in the warm, comforting haze of her brother's presence, the realization did not alarm Marcy. For some reason it felt right to her. Perfectly natural.
After all, she could no longer consider herself a virgin, even though her cherry was intact. She'd been raped by her brutal animal of a boyfriend. Instead of being sweet and lovely and innocent her first encounter with sex had been dirty, painful, and degrading. If she let herself be scared by her experience, she could be put off sex for her entire life.
But if she could ease away those agonized memories with a different sort of experience, one that was warm and tender-everything first love should have been and last night hadn't-she knew she would be all right. With a sigh the girl made up her mind.
Something about the sudden creamy softness of his sister's body pressed against him made Dave gulp. Dammit, he thought, he was already getting horny for his sister despite all the ways he knew it was wrong. Why did she have to seem so damned inviting all of a sudden?
Then he got his answer. A small hand stole into his crotch. And squeezed!
"Ahhhh!" A moan escaped Marcy's lips as she felt his cock. Inside his pants it was hard and throbbing with life! She began to massage the prick fervently.
"M-Marcy!" the boy stammered. "What are y-you doing?"
"I . . . want you, Dave," she said in a small voice. "I want you to make it right. I'm a virgin, Dave. I don't want my first memory of sex to be like.. . like that!"
Dave shook his head as if to clear it. He was more bewildered than ever. His sense of lightness warred with his rapidly growing lust.
"Now wait," he said. "This is wrong, Marcy, I-ahh!" The last came out as his sister slid down his zipper and slipped her hand into his fly to close around the warm bar of his prick. Her fingers lightly jacked his cock off.
He crushed the girl in his arms. He bent his head down. She raised her face, mouth open. His mouth covered hers. His tongue quested between her lips.
Marcy tugged his prick eagerly out of his pants. It seemed to quiver in the air of the room as their tongues met and intertwined. The heady odor of wet, hungry cunt filled the air.
The girl felt a moment of surprise. Her baby brother was kissing her as expertly as she'd ever been kissed. The way his tongue swirled around hers had her so hot she was panting like a dog. She suspected that her comparative innocence wasn't shared by her younger brother!
His hands were on her boobs. His touch was so unlike Billy's rough, mauling touch the girl couldn't believe it. Not that he kneaded and massaged the lush masses of adolescent titflesh any less avidly than the other youngster had. But where Billy's touch was rough and harsh and demanding, Dave's fondling of Marcy's jugs was loving and tender-and incredibly exciting!
He felt her nipples swell into taut cherries beneath his palms. Electricity seemed to crackle from her tongue to his. Her hand was pumping up and down his cock furiously. He dropped a hand from a hot tit, down to his sister's lap.
Moaning erotically into her brother's mouth, Marcy parted her thighs. The hand slid down to the satin softness of her thighs. Her skin seemed to tingle from the touch. She wiggled impatiently in his arms, yearning for the touch of his fingers on her pussy!
She didn't have long to wait. Dave's hand moved up her leg. A dizzying surge of pleasure passed over her as he closed his hand over the bulge of her cunt!
Her panties were damp beneath his palm. He squeezed her cunt gently, feeling passion build inside his sister's body. Then he raised his hand till he felt the firm, trembling flesh of her belly under his fingers. Then he ran his hand down inside her sopping panties.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" The girl's moan was a sound of pure abandoned pleasure as Dave's hand cupped her pussy. His fingertips touched her dainty inner pussy lips. The touch sent sparks of joy shooting up her oily cunt tunnel.
The cunt lips were wet fire to Dave's fingers. The hair covering the bulge of Marcy's pussy was crisp under the youth's hand. He wondered what her cunt looked like.
There was no time like the present to find out! He stroked his finger once along the moist slit of the girl's cunt, eliciting a passionate, muffled exclamation from her. Then he took his hand away from her juicy cunt and pulled her panties off her plushly-padded ass.
Eagerly, Marcy lifted her rump from the couch so Dave could take off her panties. She was so excited she could barely breathe. Her brother's tongue was an erotic snake, writhing around and around hers. This was how it was supposed to be!
The pale yellow panties slid down her trim thighs, over her calves. She'd already slipped her feet from her shoes. Now she was nude beneath her short skirt. It made her feel deliciously wanton and outrageously horny!
Dave continued to savor the feel of his sister's tits and the rubbery firmness of her nipples. She tore her mouth away from his. Her lips were smeared with their intermingled saliva.
"Take me!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Dave! Let me feel your great big cock slide into my pussy!"
At another time Dave would have been shocked to hear such language from his sister-the girl would have been shocked herself! But now his only response was to slide his lean butt off the couch and drop to a kneeling position on the floor before his sister.
"What are you doing, Dave?" Marcy demanded in a husky voice. "Aren't you going to fuck me?" he pushed her thighs farther apart. Her skirt rode up around her hips, baring her pussy. And what a lovely pussy it was!
Her cunt fur was rich and dark and luxurious. Light from the end-table struck red highlights off the tautly curled ringlets of pussy hair. And between the pale, perfect thighs was the pinkness of her cunt. The inner pussy lips, nestled between the furred and fleshy rolls of the larger cunt lips, were pressed demurely together. But a trickle of shiny cunt sauce leaked from between them!
Marcy felt his breath caressing her pussy. He reached out a finger and teased the fragile cunt flaps apart. A drop of cunt honey sparkled in the dark hole of her pussy. Marcy gasped and stroked his brown hair with her fingers. She didn't yet know what he was up to-but she knew she liked it!
The youth planted a kiss on the inside of one soft thigh. "Ahhh!" the girl cried. "I know! You're going to lick my pussy. Oh yes, Dave. Yes!"
His rigid cock poked into his belly as he bent forward to his task. His lips kissed their way up the slightly damp skin of Marcy's thighs. The musky aroma of cunt was rich in his flaring nostrils. His hands moved up around the outside of the girl's legs. Then he brought his fingers in to spread wide the drooling pink mouth of her virgin cunt.
And then he kissed his sister's pussy! "Aiiiiieee!" she yelped, clutching at his head as hot delight flooded her pussy. The touch of his lips on her gaping pussy mouth was indescribable-a hundred times better than anything she'd ever felt before! It took all her will power not to slam her thighs shut on Dave's head like the jaws of a trap. But she didn't want to do anything that would keep her pussy from being wide-open to her brother's mouth!
Dave worked his lips between the frilly curtains around his sister's cunt hole. Steaming pussy oils streamed over his face. He opened his mouth hungrily to drink the cunt juice, relishing its delightful taste.
Marcy's nubile young body was alive with sheer sensual pleasure. As Dave slid his tongue into the dank depths of her cunt it seemed to radiate pure ecstasy. She cried out and bumped her pussy mound against his face.
She had a sudden overwhelming urge to get naked. She wanted her brother to possess her-all of her! She took her hands from Dave's head and pulled her blouse quickly off over her head.
Her tits were ripe pale fruit in the cups of her bra. Dave flicked his eyes up from the visual feast of his sister's lovely cunt just as she undid the bra and let it fall from her jugs. He caught his breath. Marcy's tits were flawless white globes the size of cantaloupes, with fat, mouthwatering nipples set in the midst of large round aureoles. Her tits were beautiful!
His cock gave a throb against his belly. Half-crazed with lust he began to gobble his sister's hot pussy as though he hadn't eaten for a week. He began to gnaw at the lips of Marcy's pussy, and his tongue roved restlessly up and down the slobbering cunt slash, scouring between the inner and outer lips of the girl's pussy.
"Ah! Oh! Aaaaaaaah!" Marcy sang out ecstatically. Her exposed nipples seemed about to burst with frenzied desire. "Eat me! Eat meeeeeeee!"
Then Dave's swirling tongue brushed the pearly node of Marcy's cunt. A lightning bolt of unbearable pleasure blasted into her pussy, seared up her body and blew her brain into glittering fragments! "Eeeeeeeeee! Y AAA AAHHHHHH!" she wailed as the first orgasm of her young life wracked her naked body!
Now her thighs did clamp around Dave's head. Realizing what was happening, he fastened his lips around her clit, sucked it out of the protective folds of pussy flesh around it, and attacked it with his tongue. The girl went crazy!
"Ohhhhhh! Aiiieee-yes! Eat my-gahh!-pussy! Oh, Dave, oh Dave! Ohlihh DAVE!" His fingers moved to grab great handfuls of her rolling ass. Her hips jerked back and forth, fucking her pussy against her brother's face in the instinctual motion of climax.
Like boiling oil the lathered juice of Marcy's pussy spilled down her brother's chin, thrust deep into the cleft of her orgasming pussy. The girl was coming like there was no tomorrow. Dave was amazed at the raw power of his virgin sister's climax.
Slowly the throes of orgasm died away. Marcy's pussy quit opening and closing. A semblance of reason returned to her impassioned brain. "Oh, Dave," she sighed. "That was fantastic!"
For a reply Dave licked his tongue along the gash of her cunt. She moaned and crushed her cunt into his face.
Then her legs released his head. Light and fresh air flooded back into the young man's world. His sister grabbed his hair, pulling him up. "Get on the couch," she begged breathlessly. "Hurry!"
He obeyed. For the first time Marcy saw her brother's rock-hard cock and caught her breath! It was tremendous! It wasn't as huge around as Billy's prick-but it was much longer! Nine inches of slender, pale cock jutted from Dave Jennings' crotch!
The youth lay on his back. Instantly his sister swung a leg over him, straddling his face. A blast of perfume from her slack-lipped cunt hit him full in the face. The girl leaned forward.
Dave felt her tits brush his chest, then flatten themselves against it. Marcy's nipples seemed to bore holes in him. He reached behind his head and pulled a small cushion under it. With his head propped on the pillow his face was pressed deeply in the delicious morass of his sister's pussy. He sighed into her twat and began once more to eat her hot cunt.
For a moment Marcy poised with her face just above the head of Dave's cock. Memories flooded back-she remembered Billy Bramblett's prick pulsing inches from her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, dizzy.
Then her brother's tongue dipped again into her pussy. Hot delight flowed up her near-nude body. She sighed, opened her mouth, and lowered to take in her brother's cockhead.
"Mmmmmm-ahhhhh!" Dave said into Marcy's cunt. The skirt around her narrow waist that was her only remaining bit of clothing rubbed against his chest. The girl's thighs were like fleshy pillars to either side of his head. The mouth surrounding his prickhead was liquid delight. He laid his hands on the rounded cheeks of Marcy's ass and settled in to eating her pussy.
Pleasure filled Marcy's cunt. Slowly she ran her tongue around the conical head of Dave's prick. The skin stretched tautly over the cockhead was slightly rough under her tongue. The prickhead swelled, drumming with horniness.
Her fingers encircled the shaft of Dave's prick, began to pump lightly up and down. The cock leapt in her mouth. How different the taste of Dave's cock was from Billy's! The teenager loved the flavor of her brother's long, hard prick.
She took a deep breath and slid downward. Once again she felt her jaws forced apart by the entry of a prick into her face. The cock filled her mouth. Her tongue circled around and around it.
She stopped taking the cock into her mouth before it started to go down her throat. That would be too much. She didn't want to gag on Dave's wonderful cock!
As she licked the prick with a dripping tongue, Dave's tongue was fucking gently in and out of her oozing cunt. Her pussy oils ran constantly into his open mouth. The taste of Marcy's cunt was as sweet as the feel of her mouth and tongue on his prick.
Marcy's lovely body was filled with a sense of well being. Dave's mouth felt so good on her pussy! And his cock pulsating in his sister's face tasted marvelous. The girl felt her body swell with the prickly heat that meant another climax was getting near. Dave's skill at cunt eating was remarkable.
In a rising fever of horniness Marcy brought her head up. Her lips slid up the pillar of Dave's cock. The prick was shiny with spit where her mouth had been.
Her tongue working ceaselessly, Marcy began to pump up and down on her brother's cock. She felt his heartbeat speed up in her mouth. "Mmmmmmrrrppphhhmmm!" he groaned into her pussy. The sound vibrated her clit, making her gasp with pleasure.
Then she was fucking her face frantically on Dave's stiff cock. Her luscious young body came alive with a thousand abandoned movements. She was face-fucking herself on Dave's cock as her rear moved to fuck her pussy on his tongue. She was going out of her mind!
Dave was too. The double stimulus of Marcy's mouth on his cock and her pussy on his face was stroking the fires of his passion to a white heat. His cock pulsed in the moist cavern of his sister's mouth, as if ready to explode.
And then without warning his cock did explode. "Arrrrggggghhhh!" he shouted into her pussy as the warm rush of his come completely filled her greedy mouth!
A second blast of jism shot thick whiteness down her throat. She choked on it in surprise. Then the full impact of the come-flavor hit her. And she came too!
Two fit young bodies squirmed and came together. Marcy's mouth spilled over with Dave's luscious jism. She rolled her tongue in it, drinking it down, loving the flavor of her brother's come. At the same time her pussy spasmed around the youth's tongue as if trying to pull the tongue up inside itself!
Marcy drank down every bit of the come jetted from her brother's cock. Her cunt churned around his probing tongue. Her body and mind were filled with pleasure like nothing she'd ever known.
CHAPTER THREE
The sun beat down on Marcy's bare skin. The force of the midday sun stung her pale flesh. But the bikinied teenager enjoyed the heat.
It was as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The memories of the night before last and Billy Bramblett were washed out. They were without solidity, like a bad dream. What was real was Dave, her brother.
She recalled the feel of Dave's lips and tongue working on her pussy. Instantly her pussy began to seep the perfumed juices of lust into the bottom of her bikini. Her thighs rubbed against each other.
She had come and come and come as Dave scoured her pussy with his tongue. His teeth had scraped the insides of her splayed-out cunt lips, driving her out of her mind with incandescent orgasm. At the same time she'd sucked in the come pumped from Dave's long cock until it seemed her stomach was full of the sperm and semen.
When his lengthy prick was still and softening in her mouth, she let it fall back across his crotch and lapped it clean of his come. The salt-sweet jism thrilled her tongue. It was like some kind of delectable syrup smeared around the young man's prick.
A delicious weariness had come over the girl then. She let herself roll off her brother. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
When she'd awakened that morning, she found her naked body wrapped in a blanket. There was a note on the coffee table that said her brother was out doing errands and would be back as soon as possible. Marcy rose and fixed herself breakfast.
It was a spring Saturday, the sun was warm and she had nothing to do. After breakfast she'd got into a scanty bikini her mother would have been shocked to find out she owned, and lay down on a chaise lounge in the backyard. For a while the lovely adolescent toyed languidly with the idea of taking off the bikini and bathing in the nude. Her adventure last night with her loving brother had loosened her inhibitions up deliciously.
Enough of a breeze blew across the girl from time to time to keep her skin from getting uncomfortably warm. She lay in a delicious half-slumber, dreaming erotic daydreams about her brother. Behind the dark glasses her eyes were misty.
After a while Marcy decided her belly had gotten enough sun. She sat up and reached behind her to untie the string of her bikini. Then she lay on her stomach, allowing the ties of the bathing suit to lie at her sides. The water in the swimming pool lapped against the tiled sides with a hypnotic sound. She found herself dozing.
She dreamed she heard footsteps stealing up quietly behind her. A warm presence bent down over her. To her immense delight, two hands slipped under her, inside the top of her bikini, to cup her boobs. "Ahhh," she murmured happily.
"Ahhh yourself," her brother said, and kissed her ear.
With a startled exclamation, Marcy rolled over and sat up in one fluid motion. Her hands made an instinctive grab for her bikini top, but it slipped away, leaving her magnificent tits bare and swaying slightly. She blinked through her glasses at the slim youngster, then self-consciously allowed her hands to drop from her tits. The nipples began to get hard.
Dave stood there grinning, clad in a bathing suit that did nothing to conceal the extravagant bulge at his crotch. He pursed his lips and whistled appreciatively. "Ni-ice, sister dear. You're even prettier in the light of day."
"You're not so bad yourself," the girl said. Her brother was a lean and muscular teenager, with a long handsome face and kind brown eyes. And a nine-inch cock!
She reached out a finger and touched the bulge of his prick. She felt his cock stir eagerly under her fingertip. "I was thinking about you," she said.
Even if the youth hadn't seen the tiny patch where dampness stained the crotch of his sister's bikini bottom, the faint whiff of excited cunt his nose detected would have told him exactly what the girl's thoughts had been. "I've been thinking about you too," he said truthfully, and put his hands on her tits.
The titflesh was sun-hot and resilient under his palms. The girl stroked his chest. He leaned down to kiss her.
Their lips parted. Once again brother's tongue sought sister's in a passionate, incestuous kiss. With trembling fingers Marcy began to tug at the youth's swim trunks.
She pulled them down off his hips. Instantly his cock sprang free, long and hard in the sunlight. Still returning her brother's kiss as fervently as ever she rolled her eyes to admire his prick. A tiny droplet of fluid glittered like a diamond in the pinprick hole at the end of his cock.
Her heavy jugs seemed to swell in Dave's hands. She sighed. Her hands pulled the trunks down Dave's thighs as far as they'd go.
The girl pulled her face away from her brother's. Her mouth was moist with his saliva. "Take me," she said in a throaty whisper. "Take my cherry. Now!"
The erect prick gave a visible throb of excitement. He dropped his hands from her tits and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her bikini. She tensed her legs and raised her ass from the chaise to allow him to slide the panties off her rear. The crotch of the panties stuck slightly to the damp gash of her pussy.
Like her tits, Marcy's cunt was even more attractive in the sunlight. The auburn cunt hair glistened. The lips of her pussy were pale as the petals of some exotic flower. Along the slash of her cunt the pussy fur was darkened and matted with the juices that had leaked from her twat. A dewdrop of cunt honey shone between the fragile pussy lips.
Pulling his swim trunks the rest of the way off, Dave moved down to stand at the end of the chaise. He put his hands on his sister's drawn-up knees and pushed them apart. He grinned lewdly at the way her pussy blossomed pinkly before his very eyes.
A touch on his arm stopped him. "I love to have you eat my pussy," Marcy said slowly. Her eyes glistened. "But I need you to fuck me. Now."
"Trust me," the boy said. "Just lie back and enjoy it. Baby brother knows what he's doing."
Recalling the night before, Marcy had to admit that that was true. Closing her eyes she lay back once more, cradling her head on one arm.
She stroked Dave's hair as he lowered his face to her waiting pussy. Once more she knew the sudden rush of delightful feeling as he kissed her pussy squarely on the mouth. His tongue teased the lips of her cunt apart and slipped inside her pussy. "Ahhhhhh," she said.
It was as if ocean waves lapped at her pussy. The attentions Dave's tongue was lavishing on Marcy's cunt at once soothed and excited her. She felt her pussy fill with slippery, aromatic oils. The sun caressed her skin with a loving touch.
Dave held the bearded pussy open so that his mouth could work its wildly erotic magic on the delicate pink interior of Marcy's pussy mouth. Between his thighs his cock was practically wagging with the need to be fucked into that virginal cunt. He wanted to do this right.
There was something subtly different about eating pussy in the outdoors. Perhaps it was the warmth of the sun that soaked into his sister's skin. Or maybe it was the fresh spring air, its aroma mingling with the clean crisp smell of her sopping-wet pussy. Whatever it was, it made lapping Marcy's pussy more enjoyable than before-and that was saying a lot!
At last he was satisfied-or perhaps he was just too horny to delay the delightful inevitable any longer. His sister's cunt was swimming in his saliva and her own spicy pussy sauce. The lubrication his spit and her cunt juice would provide would do as much as possible to ease the entry of his cock into her untried snatch.
He stood up. Pussy juice glossed his lips. He licked the tasty cunt sauce off and climbed onto the chaise. Marcy spread her arms. Her nipples seemed to quiver with the need to feel his chest crushing them.
He got to his knees between his sister's legs. Then he lowered himself onto her. His cock poked into the furred mound of her cunt.
Her hips began to move with the urgency of her need. "Fuck me," she said softly, demandingly. "I need to feel you fucking me with that great big cock!"
Propped on one elbow, staring lustfully down at his sister's beautiful upturned face, he reached down to spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He moved his hips till the cone-shaped head of his prick was safely socketed in the brimming cuplike opening of Marcy's cunt. He let her pussy lips close around his cock like a gently sucking mouth.
"Ohhnhhhhhhhhh!" the girl sighed. She felt weak with eagerness. Dave brought his hand up to roll an inflated nipple between thumb and forefinger as he slowly began to ram his prick into his sister's cunt.
He felt the expected resistance. He let go of Marcy's jug and took her in his arms. His mouth closed over hers for another passionate, tongue-twisting kiss.
His prick began to press into Marcy's cunt again. He felt her tense slightly as the obstacle stretched, and then it gave with a sudden pop. "AaaamT-mmmmm!" Marcy cried, her voice muffled by Dave's mouth and tongue, as her brother's cock slid abruptly full-length into her pussy!
For a long moment they lay still. The only thing that moved was Dave's tongue in Marcy's mouth, scouring the inside of her mouth, tripping along her teeth, wrestling playfully with her tongue. He felt his cock completely surrounded by the incomparable tightness of her virgin cunt. His prick rested in the steaming juices of Marcy's pussy.
The girl lay perfectly still, recognizing her brother's wisdom. Her pussy throbbed with pain. But even as she lay the pain subsided, to be replaced by a wonderful sensation of fullness in her pussy. Her brother's long cock stretched the elastic walls of Marcy's cunt the way they'd never been stretched before. It was an unfamiliar but enjoyable feeling.
Dave could actually feel the momentary pain and tension flow from his sister's naked body. Her pussy seemed to relax around the spar of his prick. He felt his pubic bush being soaked by Marcy's cunt juice.
His tongue flicked over the roof of her mouth. He started to bring his prick out of his sister's cunt. Marcy's pussy made a sucking sound as it gave up his cock.
In a way the withdrawal of Dave's cock from her cunt was like the first agonizing withdrawal of Billy's prick from her tortured asshole. The sensation was so much sharper than when the cock went in!
"Ohmmmmmmm-ahhh!" Her tongue raised from the bottom of her mouth to tangle itself with her brother's. She savored the taste of his saliva as her pussy savored the sweet friction of his cock sliding out of her pussy.
Shortly all but the head of Dave's cock was back in the open air. His prick felt wet. The lips of
Marcy's pussy clung to the head of his prick. He moaned into her mouth and drove his prick deliberately back into the brimming well of her cunt.
This time she arched her back to receive his cock. This position brought her inflated clit into contact with the upper surface of her brother's cock. "Gaaahhh! Ah!" she gasped into his mouth at the incredible rush of pleasure through her pussy. Red lights danced before her eyes. Her hands clawed at Dave's lean back.
At last his cock was buried its full tremendous length in Marcy's snatch. She realized that with her body bent backwards she was taking a bit more of his cock into her pussy than the first time. She could really feel the difference!
Experimentally she tried sucking in her breath. Her belly receded from Dave's as she tightened the muscles of her lower body. "Aaaarrrggghhh!" Dave cried as her pussy grasped his throbbing prick!
It was as if a gloved, slippery hand was closing around his cunt-buried prick. His hairy ball-sac rubbed against the narrow crack of her ass as he stirred his cock around inside her pussy. She tried to suck his cock down her throat as she ground her pussy hard against his crotch.
Their self-control dissolved at once. Then Dave was fucking her with long, hard, fast strokes of his mighty cock, filling her pussy to the point almost of agony before sliding out again rapidly in a welter of cunt juice. Her pussy clutched inexpertly at the ram-rodding prick. She rolled her hips in a spiral around the thrusting cock.
The girl may not have had any practical experience with fucking, but she definitely had the instincts! Dave was gasping for air after but a half-dozen balls-deep strokes of his cock. His sister sure had one hell of a fine pussy!
Marcy was thinking much the same thing about her brother's cock. Of course, she didn't have much to compare it with-her encounter with Billy Bramblett's fat cock didn't bear thinking about. But she just couldn't imagine many men in the world had pricks capable of so fully delighting her needy cunt.
Seven foot high cement block walls, an expensive luxury in this land of high winds, screened the incestuously fucking couple from curious eyes. Somebody on the other side of the wall would have to rely on hearing alone to discover what was going on in the Jennings' spacious backyard-but that would have been enough! The soft, passionate cries, the rustle of naked flesh on naked flesh, the squelching sound of Dave's cock plumbing the innermost depths of his sister's soaking-wet pussy-these gave ample testimony to the forbidden delights the two teenagers were sampling in the noonday sun!
Dave was nibbling at his sister's neck. Her whole body was rolling around the chaise now, feeling the sun-heated surface grow sweat-slick beneath her naked ass, feeling her brother's chest crushing her jugs against her ribs, feeling his tongue thrill the skin of her neck-most of all feeling his endless prick sliding like a freight train into the flooded tunnel of her pussy and then rushing out again!
Impassioned fingers stroked the youth's back as he heaved himself up and down on top of his nude sister. The girl's knees were drawn up so that his cock could drive ever deeper into her pussy. Dave appreciated the hotness of her position. Her cunt felt like a sheath drawn over his steely prick!
Together brother and sister rushed toward the pinnacle of climax. Inexperienced as Marcy was, she could still recognize the tautness in her brother's muscles, the urgent quality of his breathing, the tension in the fingers that had moved down to cup the rolling cheeks of her ass. "Yes!" she cried. "Come in me! I feel you about to come-come in my pussy, fill my cunt with your hot jism!"
Blinking sweat from his eyes, Dave could still barely believe it was his older sister speaking those words. Just as he could barely believe it was Marcy's cunt he was driving his stiff prick into with an increasingly rapid tempo. But he wasn't complaining!
In a few seconds both youngsters were beyond speaking. All they could do was cling to one another and fuck each other with all their youthful might. And then, as one person, their naked young bodies clenched with orgasm!
No orgiastic cries rang out as Marcy's pussy collapsed around the pistoning bar of Dave's cock. Instead they locked their mouths together once more and drove their tongues clear down each other's throats!
Burst after burst of Dave's jism jetted into his sister's pussy. Marcy's cunt sucked the come from his spasming prick with spastic jerks of her pussy walls. The hot come filled the twisting channel of her pussy, spilled out her cunt lips to smear both their heaving crotches!
Dave's come seemed to sting Marcy's climaxing cunt. But not the way Billy's jism had stung her abused asshole. Dave's come added an edge of ecstasy to her already overwhelming orgasm!
The youth couldn't believe the way he was coming into his sister's cunt. He hadn't come that hard in years! He could scarcely catch his breath as he fucked his pulsating cock in and out of her cunt.
The chaise shook to the fury of their mutual orgasm. Their naked flesh jiggled as they fucked furiously together. The sucking sounds of Dave's cock reaming his sister's pussy were louder and lewder than ever.
Slowly the throbbing of Dave's cock slowed to a standstill. Marcy's cunt continued to clutch at the prick for a few more heartbeats, then she too melted into the warm haze of afterglow. "Ahhhhhh," she sighed. "Oh Dave, Dave. That was wonderful!"
The youth took a deep, shuddering breath. Marcy gripped his arms as his prick moved around inside her pussy. "I didn't mind it too much myself," he grinned. He bent down to kiss her on the nose.
Marcy reached up to muss his hair. She loved her brother so much she felt like bursting. Of course, she'd always loved her brother-but not this way! The look in Dave's eyes showed he returned her passion wholly.
The sound of the gate opening froze them. Afraid to look, they swiveled their heads. Marcy gasped.
A girl stood there. She was short and blonde and incredibly buxom, with jugs the size of water balloons bulging out a yellow tee-shirt, the nipples clearly visible. In her hands she held a double-barreled shotgun. It was pointed at the naked, sexually sated pair on the lounge.
But it wasn't the cavernous gape of the gun that made Marcy's green eyes go wide with dread. It was her recognition of the big-titted blonde girl that horrified her.
It was Billy Bramblett's sister Belle!
CHAPTER FOUR
Dave's prick felt hot inside Marcy's pussy. She lay perfectly still beneath the youth's body. She felt him tense as Belinda Bramlett-nicknamed Belle-stepped through the gate into the Jennings' backyard.
The short blonde girl's huge jugs bobbed up and down. The gate slammed shut behind her. She grinned suddenly. "Don't try anything, Dave," she said. "Get up off that stupid slut and stand away from the lounge."
Dave glared at her. "If you do anything to my sister, I'll-"
"You won't do a goddamn thing. I'll blow off one of your legs and let you watch me cut your precious sister to pieces. She's fucked things up royal for my brother. And she's gonna pay for it no matter what you do!"
Without looking down at his naked, trembling sister Dave raised himself. His cock slid out of the girl's brimming pussy. Despite her horror, Marcy bit her lip as the thick prick moved across her clit. The cock popped from her cunt and Dave stood up.
His prick hung down, coated with his come and his virgin sister's cunt juice. The cunt juice was slightly tinged with red from the breaking of her cherry. Scowling at Belle, Dave took a step back.
The girl's blue eyes scanned the yard. The thick-barreled shotgun pointed toward Dave and his sister, ready to swing to cover either of them. For some reason Marcy wasn't as panicky as she would have thought-if the blonde so much as sneezed she could blow either Marcy or her brother in half. The sun beat on Marcy's bare, pale tits.
By the wall of the house was a coiled green garden house. Belle jerked her head at it. "Get the hose," she ordered. "Then tie up your sister with it."
Dave looked down at Marcy. He clearly read the fear in his sister's eyes. But he knew he didn't have any choice. He turned away and walked deliberately toward the house.
He thought wildly about flinging the heavy coil of hose at the girl with the shotgun. If only he could lure her closer! But she was too wary. She kept her distance-and kept the gun covering him.
It took all his strength to twist the hose free of the faucet. He skinned his knuckles on the wall, cursed and sucked at his hand. "Hurry up!" Belle snapped.
As though walking on eggs Dave came back to the chaise with the coiled hose slung over his arm. He could see the goose-flesh on his sister's naked body. Her nipples stood up hard from the pillowy masses of her jugs. She was breathing heavily.
The young man sniffed the thick aroma of her sated, come-filled pussy as he approached the girl. He felt a sudden, sick shame that the interloper should find them this way-weak and happy from a torrid, incestuous fucking!
"Tie her arms behind her," Belle directed. "Sit up, bitch!"
With a nervous glance at her brother, Marcy obeyed. He bent down and gently pulled her arms behind her. Her skin was hot from the sun.
"Keep calm," he said in her ear. "There's nothing we can do right now. Nothing but wait."
Marcy nodded. "No talking!" Belle said sharply. She reached into a back pocket of the jeans stretched tautly across her plump asscheeks. Something jingled as she brought it out and tossed it toward Dave.
It clinked on the flagging. Sunlight glinted from a pair of handcuffs with oepn jaws. "Pick 'em up," said the blonde. "Then cuff yourself to that pole there, the one holding up the porch-roof."
Dave looked at her. If he cuffed himself to the upright his sister would be completely at the vengeful adolescent's mercy. He would be unable to help her.
The muzzle of the shotgun was like a black eye staring hungrily at him. He wouldn't do Marcy any good if he was dead. He did as he was told.
Belle backed up to the gate. She kept the gun trained on Marcy as she turned her head and called out, "Billy!" It was an unnecessary precaution. The naked, sweaty, auburn-haired teenager was too frightened to try anything!
Billy! He had come here and he'd want revenge far worse than his sister. Marcy's mind flashed back to the night before last, to the terrible scene at the mountain lookout. Her ass smarted just at the thought of the way he'd whipped her and forcibly butt-fucked her.
What would he do to her now?
Marcy's jugs rose and fell convulsively. She thought her heart was about to hammer its way out of her rib cage. And then Billy came through the back gate.
He was dressed in a fuzzy white tee-shirt and shorts that left his hairy, muscle-corded legs bare.
His face was sunburned beneath the sun-bleached blond mop of his hair. To Marcy's complete surprise, he also had a dog on a leash trotting along at his side.
He came through the gate, smiling. "Well, we meet again," he told the frightened girl. She could see the massive bulge of his stiffening prick pushing out the fly of his shorts.
"You missed all the action!" his sister laughed. "The bitch was actually getting it on with her brother-they were fucking right out here in the backyard!"
Billy's smile went rigid. "You don't want me to touch you but you give it away to your brother," he said in a dangerous voice. He handed the leash to his sister, who let the shotgun point toward the ground. Then he walked toward his nude captive.
Then Marcy saw what he was holding in his other hand, and she screamed.
He had a whip!
"Yell all you like," the burly youth said. "Nobody home to either side of you."
Dave pulled with all his might, but the post to which he was chained held fast. The metal bracelet of the handcuffs bit into his wrist. "Leave her alone," he grunted. "Don't touch my sister, or so help me God I'll kill both of you!"
Beside the chaise lounge and the shrinking girl
Billy looked at him. "How're you gonna do that? You're not going to get the chance to try anything!" He bent down and cupped Marcy's face with his hand. She turned pale and tried to twist away.
"You listen to me," he hissed. "You've caused me a lot of trouble-a whole shit load of trouble. Nobody does that and gets away with it. Hear me? No one!"
He took a long step back. Marcy shook her head dazedly. And then her tits exploded into pain!
With deceptive gentleness Billy had brought the whip forward. It curled around his victim's shoulder without causing her any pain-then cracked full across both bare jugs! "Oh!" Marcy gasped. Then catching her breath, "Aaaaaaii-iiYAAAAAAGH!"
The pain was unbelievable. Marcy blinked back blinding tears. Her breath sent daggers of pain lancing through her tits, into her rib cage. Her stomach turned over.
Belle was delighted. "Oh, do it again!" she cried, jumping up and down. "Hit the bitch again! Make her howl!"
Marcy scarcely had time to feel terror at the almost childish sadism in the blonde girl's voice when Billy struck again. The leather whip bit her jugs with a crack like a sheet snapping in a high wind.
"Oooooowwwaaahhhhhh!" wailed Marcy. Her nude body leapt into the air. She fell onto her back. Her long pale legs thrashed at the air in mindless agony, like the legs of a beetle turned over on its back.
"No!" Dave yelled. "Noooooooo!" Billy's harsh laughter blended with Belle's as the blond youth raised his arm again.
In her torment the girl had made a bad mistake. With her legs waving her pussy was winking pinkly between her butt-cheeks. Her cunt was exposed to Billy's lusting gaze and his whip.
The next stroke of the lash popped right on the fragile and vulnerable mouth of Marcy's pussy!
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The naked girl bounced into the air like a leaping swordfish. She turned in mid-air and landed heavily on her belly, sobbing uncontrollably.
It felt as if a red-hot branding iron had been touched to the lips of Jenny's pussy. They seemed to swell at every heartbeat, throbbing with pain. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" the girl moaned as wave after wave of agony rolled from her pussy. Her aching tits were crushed against the warm and sweat-damp vinyl of the chaise.
The post thrummed as Dave threw himself against the handcuffs. The exertion almost broke his wrist. But he could not free himself!
"Let her alone!" He was practically in tears at the awful pain he knew his sister was feeling. Her ripe white buttocks shook to her agonized weeping. "Stop!"
Billy Bramblett wasn't listening. The fury of lust that he'd felt night before last was upon him again. It was a rare and special passion-one he only felt when abusing a helpless, lovely girl captive!
He began to whip the upturned buttocks. The snowy hillocks of Marcy's ass became crisscrossed by a fine network of glaring red lines. She shrieked incessantly, her cries a ghastly counterpoint to the smack! smack! crack! of the whip on her ass.
The hose, its end knotted around the girl's slender wrists, moved like a snake. Marcy's pale nude body writhed frantically on the lounge. Her whipped jugs seemed to be being rubbed raw, but she barely noticed. She was hardly aware of anything but the pain from her stung pussy and her brutally-beaten butt!
For a second Dave managed to tear his gaze from the awful spectacle of his sister-the girl he'd been fucking so passionately just a few minutes ago-screaming and squirming under the lash reddening the cheeks of her flawless butt. He glanced at Belle Bramblett. The blonde-haired bitch was turned on! He could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the shirt she wore, its shirttail knotted over her stomach. And he could all but smell the aroma of her aroused cunt.
"Yiiiiiiiiiii! No, no, please-aaaaahhhhhh!" Marcy was hoarse with shrieking and pleading. Billy was panting like a marathon runner, but his whip fell on her anguished ass with machine-like regularity.
And then the whipping stopped. Marcy tensed her pain-wracked body in fearful anticipation of the next blow of the flaying whip. But it didn't come. Slowly she relaxed into the couch. She began to cry even harder as less of her energy was used up in shrieked pleadings and useless struggles.
She heard the whip hiss into a coil on the flagstone beside her. Then she felt her arms being gripped. She had no strength to resist as Billy lifted her and turned her over on her back. "Ahh!" she exclaimed at the touch of the chaise on her beaten butt.
Billy pulled her down till her butt was on the very end of the chaise lounge. "Owwwwwww! Stop!" Marcy cried at the agonizing friction on her ass. Billy smiled. The sound of Marcy's pain was music to his ears.
He ran the free length of the hose that bound the girl's wrists around one arm of the chaise, between her arms and her back, then looped it around the other arm of the couch. He tied a knot. Then he knelt at the foot of the chaise and tied Marcy's quivering thighs to its legs.
Her legs were spread, baring her still-sore pussy. She felt Billy's breath hot on her cunt. A shudder shook her.
Billy straightened. "Now," he said. "Bring Ralph."
Marcy's heart fell still further. So the evil brother and sister team had an accomplice! It wasn't enough that these two and her brother should witness her degradation. The humiliation was almost worse than the physical torment.
But neither Belle nor her brother left the yard to call a newcomer. Instead Belle stepped forward, eyes agleam with unnatural passion. At her heels the dog, a mostly-black German Shepherd, walked wagging his tail complacently.
Marcy looked at her, uncomprehending. Belle Bramblett handed the dog's leash to her brother. Billy's cock, painfully straining at his fly, gave a throb. "Marcy," he said, "meet Ralph."
Wide-eyed, Marcy stared at him. What did he mean? Why was he introducing her to the dog?
Her gaping cunt drew the beast like a magnet. She felt a sudden wet and icy touch on her pussy and jumped into the air. She looked down to see Ralph sniffing at her pussy, wagging his tail eagerly.
The realization hit her like a sledgehammer. "No," she breathed. "No!"
Billy's hideous smirk confirmed her horrid fears. He meant for the dog to fuck her!
Her nubile, naked body bent like a bow as she tried to escape. But Billy had done a good job tying up his captive. The panicky adolescent could scarcely move except to raise her body and move her hips. She could do nothing to protect her pussy from the horny animal!
The increasing excitement of the dog's sniffing showed how quickly he was getting the idea. It worked against the lovely, horrified prisoner that she had so recently and so happily fucked her brother. The smell of pussy sauce that permeated her cunt served to inflame the creature's lust!
In a moment Ralph had a raging hard-on. Unable to believe his eyes, Dave Jennings saw the dog's stiff red prick sticking out beneath his furry belly. They meant to go through with it!
"You can't do that!" he cried. "That-that's inhuman. You can't let that dog fuck my sister!"
"Wanna bet?" Billy sneered.
"Wuh-wuh-whaaaaaaa!" yelped Marcy. It felt as if a wet towel had been dragged up the slit of her pussy. In reality the dog had lapped at her cunt with his long, red tongue!
Her head spun with dizziness and nausea. Could this really be happening to her? The dog's saliva was sticky on her cunt mouth.
Ralph lapped this tasty human cunt again. His cock was pulsating with the need to fuck the comely captive. The taste and smell and feel of Marcy's cunt was irresistible.
Even as the girl broke into uncontrollable shaking at the thought of what was about to happen to her, the dog jumped up onto her. She felt the stiff hairs on his chest stab unpleasantly into her open cunt. "Ow!"
Then she thought, my God, he's about to do it. She went into hysterics. "Nooo! Ahhhh-get him off! Get him off me! Dave, Mommy, anybody-don't let this dog fuck me!" She threw her body off the chaise, trying to break loose.
Ralph clamped his strong forelegs around the bucking girl's waist. Then his hips began jerking back and forth as he tried to fuck his cock into her waiting, helpless snatch. It was no easy task, the way she kept jumping around!
And then his canine cock found its target. One instant it was jabbing at the doughy outer lips of Marcy's cunt. Then it arrowed between the daintier pussy-flaps, straight into the oily and elastic depths of her pussy!
Marcy froze with her ass almost entirely off the chaise. Her position was exactly as if she'd been ecstatically fucking herself on her beloved brother's cock-not trying to prevent the obscene invasion of her cunt by an animal's filthy prick!
For several heartbeats the girl held that position. Ralph's small cock pulsed inside her pussy like a tiny fist opening and closing within her cunt tunnel. The walls of her cunt seemed to be trying to shrink away from contact with the animal's cock.
She drove her butt into the chaise with all her strength, unmindful of the pain that shot from her cruelly-whipped asscheeks. She had to get that dog cock out of her pussy. And it worked, if only for a moment. Her cunt was snatched from around the animal's prick.
But it was a fruitless gesture. Immediately her canine tormentor plunged his prick once more into her pussy. And now, maddened by his victim's struggles, he gripped her with his forelegs and began to fuck her with breathtaking speed!
Marcy gasped as the dog began hammering his prick into her pussy. Her body bounced to the impact of the prick being driven into her pussy! Ralph drooled on her bare belly and pumped his prick in and out of her cunt.
The prisoner couldn't catch her breath. The force of the animal's fucking drove the air from her lungs. As furiously as Ralph plied his cock in and out of her pussy, her cunt was being stretched as much as it had been by Dave's giant cock! Or at least it felt that way.
"Ghaaaaa!" Marcy moaned, tossing her head from side to side. "A dog, a dog-I've got a dog's nasty prick in my pussy!"
"It's what you deserve, slut!" screeched Belinda, far gone in lust and vindictive glee at watching the brunette get raped by the dog. "You made hassles for my brother-now you pay!"
Mute with shock, Dave looked at Billy. The blond youth stood over Dave's naked, dog-raped sister like some evil image of a god. He glanced up and his eyes met the bound youth's. What Dave saw there convinced him that his sister had no hope at all. She could expect no mercy from Billy and his sister. They were animals as much as the dog plugging Marcy's pussy with his slick, scarlet cock.
Faster and faster Ralph fucked his victim's pussy. Marcy's body thrashed beneath the animal's weight. But nothing she could do could stop him from pistoning his disgusting, slimy cock in and out of her cunt.
Abruptly the dog sucked in a great breath of air. His furry body tensed. With a spasm of fierce energy he fucked his prick farther into Marcy's cunt than ever before.
"Ahhhhhh!" Marcy sighed and then realized the sound had been one of pure pleasure!
She was getting turned on!
The renewed flow of her aromatic pussy juices had been what the dog smelled to make him speed up his fucking. The auburn-haired young beauty's body was turning traitor. It was responding to the raw, animal power of the beast's fucking! She screamed a tortured scream.
A look of surprise crossed Billy's face. "Hey," he said in amazement. "I smell cunt!"
He bent down and stared at his captive. The dog's cock was a crimson blur as it fucked in and out of Marcy's pussy. Even as Billy watched a fine spray of pussy sauce was thrown from the girl's cunt by a particularly hard thrust of the German Shepherd's cock.
"I'll be goddamned," he said. "She's horny! The crazy slut is getting off on being fucked by the dog!"
Belle gave a harsh caw of laughter. "Told you!" she crowed. "She doesn't deserve you, Billy. A damned dog is her match!"
"You're lying!" Dave shouted desperately.
It was his sister who refuted him. She hadn't heard him. But in her sudden overwhelming passion she cried out, "Oh no-ohhh yes!
I-uhhh!-a dog, oh god, a dog! A dog is fucking my pussy-and I love it! Oh, don't stop, oh help me-don't sto-o-op!"
Dave shook his head. It was too much to take. He slumped against the post and his eyes filled with tears.
Marcy's nude body was as active as before. But now she was excitedly fucking herself on Ralph's rigid prick, not trying to escape it! A stream of small grunts and cries came from her mouth as she felt her pussy being pumped full of pleasure by that bestial cock. It was as if she had become an animal herself!
Inexpertly her pussy began to clutch at the dog's ramrodding prick. The dog woofed in excitement. He hadn't fucked his cock into anything like this in his whole life! The writhing girl's sinuous cunt seemed to be trying to milk the jism from his balls by way of his thrusting canine prick!
The rapid friction of Ralph's prick on Marcy's cunt walls and cunt lips and clit drove her crazy. She went totally out of control, wriggling madly beneath the dog and churning her pussy around his cock.
The dogs hips moved with machine gun speed. Pure pleasure enfolded his hot cock. Then, with a sharp yip, he came.
"WeeeeeAAAIIIIIIIII!" screamed Marcy as the scalding flood of canine jism filled her pussy. "Come in me! Oh yes! A dog is coming in my pussy and I'm about to-I'm about to c-c-COO-OMMMMMME!"
The second blast of come from Ralph's prick was sucked from his cock as Marcy's pussy closed around the plunging dog cock. The dog blinked and rammed his cock home in the coming pussy with incredible strength as his cock spat again.
The dog and bound girl fucked together in a frenzy of climax. Ralph's jism filled the pulsating passage of Marcy's pussy. The foaming white come surged out around the girth of the dog's prick and dribbled down Marcy's splayed-out asscheeks.
Belle saw it. It delighted her. "Oh, look at that!" she said, clapping her hands around the shotgun she still held. "He's pumping her quim full of jism! And she's coming!"
Marcy didn't hear. She wouldn't have cared if she had. All that mattered to her was the sheer ecstasy of orgasm-and the big strong dog still urgently fucking her juicy cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Wow!" Billy Bramblett breathed. His cock seemed about to burst right out of his shorts. "I'm so horny I can barely goddamn stand it!"
Belle laughed, a bit shaky herself. She'd had no idea watching the dog fuck the captive girl till they both came would be such a turn on! Her panties were swimming with the rank juices of her twat. Her tits seemed to have swollen like balloons till they were twice their already enormous size. And in fact, to Dave, leaning drunkenly against the upright of the porch, it seemed the blonde's tits were visibly larger.
"You're so turned on, why don't you fuck her yourself?" she asked cheerfully.
Billy grimaced. "Take sloppy seconds to Ralph? Her pussy's all filled up with dog jism."
Just then Ralph, the last of his come pumped into the captive's churning cunt, pulled his prick from Marcy's pussy. She moaned, tossing her head as her orgasm continued to shake her.
For a moment the dog peered at the mess of Marcy's cunt honey and his own come slobbering from the gaping lips of the prisoner's pussy. Then he turned and walked away, wagging his tail happily. Marcy's body bucked up and down several more times, her big tits jiggling, and then she lay still.
The afterglow of her climax didn't stay with her long. Like the dog's fucking itself, the climax Marcy had gotten from Ralph pistoning his small canine cock in and out of her juicy pussy was short, bestial, and incredibly powerful. It shook her naked young body like a giant's hand, then left as swiftly as it had come.
Realization flooded over Marcy like a choking tide. I've been fucked by a dog! But it was of her own free will that she began to fuck the animal back, orgiastically, violently, passionately. And she had come! The oily walls of her pussy had convulsed ecstatically around the plunging prick, sucking the animal's jism deep into the almost virgin mysteries of her cunt!
"Use your imagination," Belle said. The shotgun was hanging in her grip again, muzzle pointing toward the turf. Unconsciously one small hand stole up to cup a plentiful tit. The girl moaned. "You got her tied up with that hose. Why don't I go out and get the rope from the car to tie her up, and you take the hose and hook it back up and scour out her sloppy snatch real good?"
Billy licked his lips and shook his head. "Sounds good," he said hoarsely.
With a glance at Dave, Belle put the shotgun on the ground and ran out the gate. Billy stood over the naked captive. Her luscious body was heaving as she cried bitterly, heartbrokenly.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked, with coarse amusement. "You don't need to answer that. I've got eyes. You loved fucking that dog like nothing else!"
The wretched captive shook her head. Marcy wanted to shout, no! No, it isn't true! But she couldn't. That would be a lie. She had loved being fucked by the German Shepherd. And she'd never live down the shame!
Billy pulled his shirt off over his head. His body was hard and muscular with only a slight overlying layer of fat, that showed up mostly as a slight spare tire around his middle. His arms were thick and hairless, like his barrel chest.
Stubby fingers undid the fly of his shorts. He ran them down his hairy legs. His undershorts seemed full to overflowing with his balls, and his prick tented the briefs far out from his crotch. Marcy looked at him through slitted eyes and a haze of tears.
The head of the boy's big cock was a breath away from her face. Just like that awful night in the mountains. Despite her horror and revulsion at what had just been done to her, Marcy found herself seized by fear, fear of that night, fear of what would happen next.
Dreadful and degrading as it had been to be raped by a dog, the thought of Billy fucking her with that huge cock of his was a thousand times worse. Marcy would rather fuck an entire kennel than feel Billy's prick plunging and throbbing inside her helpless body-whether in her mouth, her pussy, or her anguished asshole!
Slowly, Billy dragged down his pants. The boxer shorts pulled his stiff prick along with them, till Marcy could see the shaft of the mighty cock pointing straight downwards like an arrow. Then the elastic waistband released the head of the cock, and Billy's prick snapped upright with such force that it smacked against his belly.
Marcy gasped at the size of his cock, even as he stepped out of his underwear. She'd seen it before, but only at night. In the daylight it seemed as thick as his arm! And the purplish-red cockhead seemed the size of a clenched fist. The terrified girl wondered again how she'd been able to take that tremendous cock up the tiny passage of her asshole without dying.
The youth straightened. "That's it, get a good look at it," he leered. "Lots of girls would sell their souls for a chance to have that plugged into their tight little pussies. You had to go and turn me in!" The look of lust on his face changed into anger. His features knotted with rage, began turning purple. Even in her fear Marcy thought the way his face darkened with blood reminded her of his cockhead, blood-gorged and inflated just inches away from her face. "And now you're going to pay!" he gritted.
"You can start making her pay, right this instant," came his sister's voice. She came in through the gate with a coil of rope. "Get her untied, big boy."
As Billy began loosing the rubber hose that held Marcy trapped on the chaise lounge, his sister flicked out a gleaming switchblade and cut off a length of the coarse and hairy rope. It looked about right to go around their victim's slender wrists.
The blond youth gathered Marcy's wrists into one paw-like hand and rolled her over on her belly. The chaise was dripping with the sweat of her lust and her fear. Sweat coated her tits in a slippery layer. She felt soiled all over, not just in her dog-fucked pussy.
"Here." Belle tossed her brother the piece of rope. He caught it and quickly tied the prisoner's wrists together.
"Hang onto her, will you, Belle?" he asked as he picked up the hose.
"Sure." The blonde came over and took charge of the naked teenager. Billy went off with his cock wagging before him to attach the hose to the faucet again.
Marcy shuddered at the touch. The clear light of torture-lust that burned in Belle's blue eyes was bad enough. But there was something more, something sensual about the way the shorter, plumper girl held her upper arm. Something that hinted at another kind of lust.
The girl barely repressed a yelp as a finger touched her side. "Nice," purred Belle. "Your skin feels nice." She ran her fingertip down the prisoner's ribs. Marcy bit her lip. Her joints felt rubbery. She knew now that Belle wouldn't be content simply to watch her brother rape and degrade the captive!
Billy screwed the end of the hose back onto the faucet, then turned the water on with a wrench of his thick wrists. The water jetted out powerfully, sputtered twice, then flowed in a steady, hard stream. He tested it with his hand and grinned.
Marcy twisted in her captor's grip, trying to get up off the chaise. The water was coming out of the hose awfully fast. She was afraid of what it would feel like firing full-force into her cunt!
But Belle held her still. Billy approached, grinning widely, shooting water off toward the swimming pool. The rippling water in the pool sent twisty yellow bands of light crawling up his torso. "Turn her around," he commanded.
Marcy shrieked. With surprising strength Belle swung her so that she was sideways on the chaise with her legs toward Billy-and her cunt exposed to his cock. "No!" she gasped. "It'll kill me-dooooooon't!"
The smirking youth put his thumb over the nozzle so the stream of water was more concentrated than before. Then he turned the full force of the hose on the splayed open lips of Marcy's cunt!
"YaaaaahhhheeeeYYYYAAAHHHHH!" howled the tormented teenager. It was like having a sand blaster played over her sensitive pussy lips! Her full jugs bobbled like water bags as she squirmed against Belle's unyielding grip. Redness obscured her vision as agony surged up from her cunt.
Methodically, Billy Bramblett hosed the congealing dog-come away from the portal of
Marcy's cunt. When the gaping pussy mouth was once again clean, shiny pink-reddening somewhat from the water smashing into it-Billy took his thumb away. An arc of water leapt from the nozzle, to break into fragments on the padded, furry mound of Marcy's cunt.
Billy bent down. Marcy felt his hand on her cunt bun and shrieked as though being burned alive. It took all of Belle's strength to hold the maniacally struggling captive as her brother brought the gushing nozzle up and inserted it in the howling girl's pussy!
"Urrrrhhhh! Ahhhh! GAAAAAHHHHH!" Marcy gurgled as water shot into her pussy like a rocket exhaust. If the feel of the water-jet bruising her cuntlips had been hell, then there was no word to describe the agony of having the water shooting up her snatch!
It was like the feeling when Billy had fucked his fat cock up her helpless butt. There was the same intolerable sense of fullness, as if her cunt was being inflated like a water balloon-and the same feeling of obscene invasion. But mostly there was blinding, gut-wrenching agony!
The helpless captive writhed and wailed as though it was the nozzle of a flame-thrower stuck up her pussy. In sick desperation Dave watched his sister fight, her face hidden by a cloud of whipping auburn hair as she threw her head from side to side in agony. He felt a cold fury-at himself as well as his captors. There had to be something he could do to help her!
The brass nozzle of the hose was cold and metallic within the victim's cunt. Smiling maliciously Billy stirred it around inside her tortured pussy, making the girl's screams shriller. Water jetted all around the hose in a ghastly imitation of jism flowing from a come-filled pussy. Marcy's bare ass rolled around and around as though she were fucking the hose.
After a horrible eternity Billy yanked the hose from the wailing victim's cunt. For an instant the stream smashed into Marcy's clit. "Weeeea-aaahhhh!" she yelled. Then at last the agonizing water was gone.
The hose lay hissing on the grass. "I never fucked in a swimming pool before," Billy announced. He squatted and scooped up the limp captive in his arms. "And now it's time to try!"
Marcy lay loosely in his arms, exhausted from the torture-by-hose. He carried her to the middle of the pool and unceremoniously dumped her in. She had time to take in a rapid breath, and then the water closed over her head, filling her nose.
"Hey! You can't do that!" shouted Dave. "She'll drown!"
"So what?" laughed Billy. "But I won't let her drown. That'd be letting her off too easy!" He jumped in after the girl, who had surfaced and was thrashing the water with her legs in a frantic effort to keep her face out of the water. The splash of Billy coming into the water swamped her and she went down again.
Kicking, spitting water from her mouth, Marcy felt the boy's hands close about her waist. Then her head broke water and she sucked in a long shuddering breath. Her long hair streamed down her face and some went in her mouth. She was still trying to spit it out when she went under again.
Billy held the captive from behind. Her ass looked like two moons squeezed together. His cock pounded with his lust maddened pulse.
He dragged the wiggling girl to him. His cock pressed between the demi-globes of her pallid ass, like a bar fitting into the groove between her butt-cheeks. She screamed underwater. She'd rather drown than have him fuck her ass again!
But that wasn't his intention. Her head broke water as he lifted her so that the head of his prick slipped into the slit of her pussy. He groaned aloud as the wet, rubbery lips of her cunt enwrapped his throbbing cockhead. Then he pulled her onto his prick with a furious heave of his hips to drive the cock deeply into her pussy.
"Agggghhh--! " Marcy called, cut off by water filling her open mouth. Soaked first by the water from the hose and now with Billy's wet prick thrust into it, her cunt was totally dry of the slick lubricants a hungry pussy generates to ease the entry of a cock. And straight water is not lubricative at all! Billy's cock went into Marcy's cunt with a dreadful tearing friction that seemed to blow the top off her head!
The youth felt the tightness of her pussy crushing his cock. His prick pulsated within Marcy's cunt. He'd come off at any second, he knew. But he was going to fuck his struggling, half-drowned captive till she was cross-eyed first!
The ungreased entry of his cock into Marcy's cunt that had maddened Marcy with pain had the opposite effect on Billy. It served to sensitize his giant cock so that every inch of that cunt-buried prick felt the snugness of her pussy on it! "Ahhh," he sighed.
She was like a hooked fish, so violently was she fighting. The sensations that traveled up his prick as her pussy twisted in a dozen frenzied directions around it were indescribable. He began to push her along the spar of his cock.
Just as when he'd fucked her butt, Marcy found that his prick hurt worse going out of her unoiled cunt than slamming into it. The water parted above her head and the air burning in her lungs came out in an agonized scream that had her brother throwing himself against his bonds again to help her. It was no good. He was as helpless as she was!
With her hands tied behind her there was no way Marcy could keep her face out of the water. She was completely at Billy's mercy and he thought it was funny the way she had to battle furiously for every breath! He was so engrossed watching the naked adolescent that he almost fucked his cock clear out of her pussy.
He stopped just before his prick slid free of her clinging cunt lips. With a grunt he rammed the cock back up her pussy. It seemed he felt a blast of water hit him in the crotch as his thick cock pumped the water from the captive's cunt. "Unnnnhhhhh!" he moaned.
Then he was completely locked in the grip of raging horniness. The tightness of the pussy that held his cock, the motions of that pussy around the prick as Marcy Jennings fought for her life were a turn on beyond imagining. He began to plunge that mammoth cock in and out of the girl's watery cunt as fast as he could, using his hands to fuck her on his big prick.
Marcy was almost out of her mind, torn between the agony of the cock that seemed to be shredding the delicate walls of her pussy and the agony in her lungs that burned for cool, life-giving air. Time after time her head surged out of the water like a surfacing sea-monster's, but every breath she sucked in seemed to be half water. Her stomach was full of pool water, adding nausea to her torments.
Billy fucked her with glorious abandon. It seemed he'd never stuffed his prick into a tighter pussy in all his life! And never had a girl rolled and writhed around the plump meat of his prick with such wanton vigor.
Then again, he'd never fucked a girl who was having to fight with hysterical strength for the very breath of life before either!
Lying back on the chaise, Belle massaged her giant jugs frenetically and moaned like a cat in heat. The free-flowing juices of her cunt had soaked her panties and there was a dark line down the crotch of her jeans that followed the slit of her brimming pussy. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life! The captive's strangled screams were as sweet a sound as she'd ever heard.
Paradoxically, Marcy's screams were music to Dave's ears too. At least they showed she was still alive! But he almost hoped his sister would find merciful death in the family's own swimming pool. He knew now that Billy Bramblett and his sadistic sister were capable of any atrocity!
Like an underwater fuse, Billy felt a flame flare up in the head of his cock and burn its way down his pistoning cockshaft. The pressure of Marcy's cunt fueled the flame. Every muscle in the girl's gorgeous naked body was clenched now in her pain and her struggling. And it seemed her pussy was crushing his cock to death!
He didn't mind! He was in heaven from fucking the nearly-drowning girl. The spark in his cock met the powder keg of his balls. His cock exploded into Marcy's tortured cunt.
Marcy felt jism blast into her pussy with almost as much force as the garden hose up her cunt. "Annngggglll!" she howled beneath the water. Then her head was in the air again, and she could scream as loud as she wanted.
In a delirium Billy fucked his coming cock into the captive's pussy. Her butt churned around his prick like a washing machine, pulling wad after wad of thick and creamy jism from the head of his cock.
The slimy sperm fountaining from Billy's prick finally acted as a lubricant within Marcy's cunt, easing the pain of his cock's furious back-and-forth fucking. But the come itself stung the raw pussy tunnel! Marcy felt Billy's crotch slam into her asscheeks as he fucked his cock full length into her. The cock spat jism. It seemed that the come shot halfway to the girl's tonsils!
Marcy opened her eyes. Her limbs slowed their panicky movement. The pain was leaving her pussy. She was almost relaxing as Billy fucked the last of his come into her tormented pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
Marcy's body went limp. Her head floated to the surface, her hair surrounding it like seaweed.
Uncontrollably, Billy fucked his fountaining cock into his captive's now-unresisting cunt. Jism welled from her pussy. It spread out in the water by Billy's crotch and the girl's bare asscheeks like smoke.
Dave shouted wordlessly. "Hey!" yelled Belle. "You goddamn drowned her, you stupid son of a bitch! You promised I could have a turn with her!"
Billy pumped his prick in and out of Marcy's flooded pussy a few more times as his balls exhausted their charge of come. Then he pulled his cock free of the captive's cunt. The walls of her pussy seemed to cling strangely to his cock.
His prick floated like a half-inflated life raft, trailing strands of come. "Hell, no, she's all right," he said. "She just fainted."
He walked over to the poolside, holding the unconscious girl by the waist. With great effort he raised her out and draped her over the edge. Her limpness made her a dead weight, harder to manage than she normally would have been.
Dave stared at his sister despairingly. She certainly looked dead.
"She sure looks drowned," Belle said dubiously. Dave winced at the callousness of her words.
Billy snorted. He hoisted himself from the water. His cock hung loosely between his thick legs as he climbed onto the concrete beside Marcy's prostrate form.
"I'll show you," he said. He raised a hand and brought it down flat on the girl's upturned ass.
Marcy stirred. "Ahhh," she moaned. Billy slapped her bare, dripping butt again. "Ouch!"
He grinned at his sister. "See? She's as good as new!"
"Good," Belle said. She walked over to the porch where Dave sat leaning heavily against the post to which he was handcuffed. She swayed her hips languorously as she approached. Her huge tits bounced up and down. The nipples were strainingly erect inside the lightweight shirt.
"I've got a new idea," she said, kneeling at Dave's side. He finally let his eyes leave the weakened form of his sister to look into her cornflower-blue eyes. There was a peculiar light burning there. "Would you like to know what it is?"
Dave shook his head.
Belle Bramblett reached down and slid her fingers under Dave's dormant prick. He shuddered at the tingling touch of her fingers. A half-smile played across her full lips as she lifted the cock from Dave's lap. Then she bent down and planted a kiss right, on the end of the prick!
"Ahhh!" gasped Dave in sudden, reluctant pleasure. He gasped again as Belle's tongue swirled around his cockhead. She felt the limber length of prick quiver between her fingers and begin to grow harder. The taste of prick was beefy and rich.
The wedge-shaped head of Dave Jennings' prick began to swell like a balloon under the irresistible attention of Belle's tongue. The youth was very aware of the giant tits pressing against his bare thigh as the girl leaned over to suck his cock. Can't let myself get turned on, he thought wildly. Not after what they did to Marcy!
Belle took the head of his prick into her mouth. She sucked on it gently. Her tongue twined around and around it.
I can't help it! the youth thought.
And it was true. In fact, it would have taken super-human powers of resistance to withstand the incredible erotic energy Belle's lips and tongue exerted on Dave's big prick. She loved to suck on big strong male cocks, and she was unbelievably good at it!
The handcuffed youth smelled cunt. Raw, hungry, dripping wet cunt. Belle's pussy, drooling from the excitement of watching Marcy tied and whipped and dog-fucked and then half-drowned while Billy gloriously fucked her from behind, had soaked her panties and the crotch of her jeans. The blonde girl was hot and horny and ready to fuck!
Unwilling though he was, Dave's body responded to the come-on aroma of Belle's cunt as much as to the mouth fastened over his prick-head like a vacuum cleaner! In a matter of seconds his cock was rock-hard, sticking up from his crotch.
Belle moaned with delight. There was nothing she loved so much as the taste and feel of rampant, rigid cock! And Dave's cock seemed to taste particularly good.
At that moment the girl made up her mind. She'd originally planned only to suck Dave's cock enough to get his prick hard for what she had in mind next. But she could always suck him hard. She wanted him to come in her mouth!
Her face began to move downward toward his crotch. His prick disappeared into her face. His eyes bugged out from fantastic delight as the humid mouth traveled down the length of his cock and from amazement at the way she was taking his huge cock all in!
Grinning with malicious delight, Billy picked up the reviving girl and propped her against his side. Slowly, almost painfully, she forced her eyes open.
Her vision was unclear for a moment. Then it all became too clear. Her brother was sitting beside the post, and Belle Bramblett was sucking avidly on his stiff, hard cock!
It was painfully apparent to the girl that her brother was responding to the blonde girl's oral attentions to his prick. Marcy felt a twinge of jealously and envy! Belle was taking Dave's incredible prick all the way down her throat!
Even as Marcy watched the last pale half-inch of her brother's prick disappeared into the blonde's face. Yellow hair spilled into the young man's lap. His face mirrored almost unbearable pleasure.
Belle's tongue slithered round and round his prick like a moist serpent. Dave seemed to be strangling, choking on ecstasy. The pleasure soaking into his cock from that marvelously skilled mouth was driving him crazy.
Belle felt the prick begin to pulsate. Dave would come in her mouth soon with the force of a volcano. Her pulse raced in joyous anticipation of the surge of come that would soon swamp her mouth, but all the same she was rather disappointed. She'd wanted to make this last longer!
But what the hell? The youth wasn't going anywhere. At that thought, Belle began to raise her head. Her cheeks hollowed and her lips pooched out along the shaft of the prick as Dave's trembling cock slid out of her face.
The boy was writhing as if in agony. Though he hated the blonde-haired, big-boobed girl with all his heart, she was definitely giving Ids cock the blowjob of his life! It felt as though he'd die if this went on much longer.
Following the contour of his prick like an elastic ring, Belle's mouth reached the juncture of cockshaft and throbbing cockhead. Even as her tongue painted wet lustful love all over the hood-like head of Dave's cock her mouth exerted unbearable pressure on the most sensitive spot on his whole magnificent prick.
"Arrrrggghhhhh!" Dave shouted. His cock thrummed like a tuning fork and filled Belle's mouth with acrid jism.
"Mmmmmrnmmm! Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned ecstatically around the thick, pulsing plug of prick fountaining come into her mouth. The stuff coated her tongue like oil and rolled down her throat. She drank it down greedily even as her hot mouth sucked blast after blast of creamy white goodness out of Dave's cock. At the same time her oily pussy convulsed around a tremendous, spontaneous come. The taste of jism always got her off.
Dave's lean ass came off the porch as he fought to drive his prick full-length into the girl's face. At last she relented and eased the pressure of her lips around his prick. Instantly he rammed the spewing cock hilt-deep in her face, firing a bolt of come straight into her waiting belly!
Belle swallowed. The action of her throat muscles around his prick set off what seemed to be a brand new orgasm in Dave's body. "Yahhhhh!" he howled, tossing his htad from side to side. His free hand clawed at Belle's yellow hair. His exploding cock filled her throat with come, filled her mouth again, made bubbling jism overflow her lips and soak the pubic bush around the base of his broad prick.
He couldn't seem to stop coming! Belle had her hands on his ass now, forcing ever more of that come-hosing cock into her throat. Her nose was buried deeply in his hairy crotch. She squirmed her tits around on his bare thigh as she came and came again, driven wild by the flavor of hot, hard-driven jism.
Finally his balls gave up their last drop of sperm.
His swallowed cock continued to jerk and pulse as Belle's throat kept trying to milk one more bit of sweet jism from it, but it was no good. At last she relaxed.
The cock instantly grew limp. Belle raised her head from Dave's lap with agonizing slowness. She pulled his sated prick up from his lap like a robin dragging a worm out of the ground, then let it fall into his lap with a squishy plop.
He sighed. She looked at him. Come had spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin. Her tongue lapped up the white beads of jism that had escaped her. One dripped onto the cloth stretched tautly across her tits.
Belle looked at the young man in a barely-diminished fever of lust. She had just come, but it had only whetted the appetite of her ravenous cunt for cock. She needed to fuck!
She stood up, breathless with passion. Dave gazed weakly up at her, still stunned from the suddenness of it all. He was due to be more stunned. Before he could draw a breath, Belle had her shirt unbuttoned and torn open to reveal her jugs!
Even Marcy, sitting dismally by the poolside with jism leaking out of her cunt and feeling in general like a drowned rat, stared in admiration. She hated Belle worse than Dave did-perhaps even more than she hated Billy, who sat by her smirking, his cock once again as hard as ever.
Belle Bramblett's tits were like two enormous scoops of vanilla ice cream, topped by ripe red cherries. Her tits were round as cantaloupes. But despite their awesome size, her boobs were firm and high and haughtily proud. Dave stared up at them like a bird hypnotized by a snake.
Gloating down at him, the blonde teenager had already undone the fly of her jeans. Now she began to pull them slowly down her well-upholstered thighs, taking the panties beneath along with them. She bent down. Her massive jugs swung forward.
Two huge tits hit Dave in the face. And then he found himself surrounded by two incredible, warm, woman-smelling masses of titflesh! At the same instant the odor of cunt that had been seeping through Belle's jeans hit him like a towel soaked in cunt-juice as she pulled her pants down to bare the frosted, pussy-sauce-oozing mound of her twat.
He went crazy. He grabbed a giant tit and squeezed. He slathered his tongue all over the ripe, hanging fruits of Belle's jugs, sucking great masses of the boobs into his mouth, punching at her nipples with his tongue like a fighter socking a punching bag. "Oh, ahhh, ooh!" cried Belle. "Suck my titties! Oh, suck them good!"
From the way the bound youth bounced his butt around on the porch, and the lewd slurping sounds as he devoured her splendid jugs, Marcy could tell her brother was doing just that. Impossible as it seemed, her spirits were sinking still lower.
It wasn't enough that they whipped her and humiliated her, soiled her pussy by having a dog pump his jism into it while she writhed and screamed in illicit ecstasy. No, they had to come between her and her brother-the only lover she'd ever known. She felt a desolation in her soul.
Belle was hot to trot. Dave's gobbling of her tits wasn't scientific but it was driving her crazy. But her cunt was practically aching with neglect. She had to get some attention paid to her pussy.
She straightened. Dave lifted his face and howled like a dog, still clutching a rubbery tit with his uncuffed hand. But his disappointment was short lived. Belle straddled him, cocked her hips, and pressed her dripping pussy into his face.
He gasped as the undiluted scent of cunt filled his nose. Belle's pussy covered his mouth like a wet blanket. He sucked in a deep breath and found his mouth full of her cuntlips.
The pussy-taste was incredible. He grabbed a handful of lilywhite ass. Then he dug in, eating Belle's pussy as though he'd been starving for a month!
Shiny cunt juice ran down his chin, down his chest, like juice from a ripe watermelon. Belle moaned and rolled her hips. Firecrackers seemed to be going off behind her. She'd never imaged she could feel this kind of pleasure, short of coming! But coming was what she'd be doing all too soon. And much as she was loving having her cunt eaten up by the captive youth, right now her pussy was crying out for a cock. She wanted to fuck, and no two ways about it!
Dave's cock was hard again. She could feel it between her legs, feel the heat radiating from the bar of cock. Her pussy gushed a fresh stream of cunt juice into Dave's greedy mouth at the thought of that cock. Her pussy had to have it! So she sat down on it.
Dave wailed like a damned soul as the slavering lips of Belle's pussy kissed the head of his prick. Marcy could see he was completely around the bend. Passion ruled him. Belle's pussy sauces were smeared all around his mouth, and he licked the cunt honey from his lips fervently as Belle began to lower herself onto the throbbing spear of his prick.
At the same time the tight tube of Belle's cunt rotated around his cock as she moved her plump ass in a tight, fast circle. Her tits came down onto his face, slid down it. He licked them feverishly, unable to speak, barely able to breathe from the fantastic pressure surrounding his cock. The spit-wet boobs slipped down against his powerful chest, and then Belle's mouth covered his the way her pussy had. Her tongue was abruptly half way down his throat. He sobbed with passion and fucked the rest of his cock up her greedy cunt.
"Mmmmmmm!" moaned Belle around the two tongues that wrestled back and forth from her mouth to his. Dave's fat cock stretched the walls of her pussy like a telephone pole. This was the way to fuck! All that other stuff was far out, but nothing could ever replace a titanic prick jammed up her needy twat!
Then they were fucking like two rutting animals. Dave wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulders as she crushed him to her.
Dave was fucking her with short, powerful strokes of his mighty cock. That was all he could do, sitting on the unyielding concrete of the porch. But it was enough!
Belle was in a delirium of fucking-frenzy! Dave's cock jabbing in and out of her pussy like a pile driver was making her crazy. It seemed as if she'd never had her pussy so well and truly fucked! She moaned like a cat and rolled her naked ass around and around the cock that impaled her slobbering cunt.
Cunt honey streamed into Dave's crotch. The way the girl's pussy moved about his prick it felt as if he'd fucked into a mix master! He clung to her like a drowning man, his tongue tying itself into knots with hers, and pistoning his cock with obscene liquid noises in and out of her demanding, dripping cunt.
Sick, sad and beaten, Marcy watched. The blonde witch had her brother completely under her spell. She'd lost everything-her innocence, her virginity, her self-respect-and now her brother. A tear ran down her cheek and dropped onto a bare tit. Her tits were beginning to glow with the rosy touch of sunburn.
Marcy was the farthest thing in the entire universe from Dave's mind. Much as he loved his sister-much as he loved fucking his sister-there was no room in his mind to think of her. There was no room to think about anything but fucking the daylights out of Belle's blonde-furred, juicy cunt!
Her domination of this boy and his sister were what was turning Belle on, as much as the huge cock plunging in her pussy and the firm chest crushing her boobs and the tongue scouring the inside of her mouth. Marcy Jennings had caused Belle's brother a lot of hassle, and now she had to pay. And now Belle owned her ass and her brother's!
Belle thought of the things she could do with Marcy. She could carve her initials on the auburn-haired beauty's tits. She could whip the girl till her lungs were hoarse from screaming. She could even roast the bitch over the backyard barbecue pit-anything she wanted! For the first time in her life, Belle's cruel streak had full rein.
In her mind she saw the dark-haired bitch who'd caused her brother so much shit, tied and twisting over the flames, shrieking in awful agony as the fire seared her nubile flesh.
"Arrrrraaaahhhhhhh!" Belle cried into Dave's mouth as she came. It was like every orgasm of her life rolled into one. The incredible, eager fucking Dave was giving her with that horse cock of his, together with the image of torturing Marcy slowly to death, turned her hot body into one gloriously climaxing cunt!
As Belle became a thrashing, insane thing, Dave felt her pussy close in on his cock like a mine tunnel collapsing. At the same time his cock felt as if he'd fucked it into a vat of molten lead. The intensity of sensations his prick was experiencing inside Belle's climaxing cunt was far greater than anything he'd ever known before.
The first blast of jism from his cock came before he was aware he was about to come. Belle felt the geyser of come shooting halfway to her tonsils as she ground her ass down hard on Dave's thighs, feeling her cunt lips splay out against the prickly hair at the base of the youth's cock. "Uhhhhh-hhhh!" she moaned, almost spraining her tongue as she wound it around Dave's. The jism was stinging the inside of her pussy tunnel like acid. It made her come harder!
The world became a red haze as Dave pumped his sperm into Belle's spastically-working cunt. His chained arm struggled to get free to clutch the warm flesh of the girl. Blood ran from where the cuffs had bit his wrist. Hs didn't know it. All he knew was that his cock was balls deep in a churning, boiling paradise of climaxing cunt, and that was all he needed to know!
Marcy saw the white come begin to surge out around the thick staff of her brother's cock where it was swallowed by Belle's pink-lipped pussy. The teenager's asscheeks were splayed out, wedged far apart by the gigantic cock. He's coming-he's coming in her pussy! Marcy thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Belle Bramblett gasped in lustful heat as Dave Jennings fucked what seemed to be gallons of creamy jism into her pussy. Dave grunted in reply, filling the girl's mouth with his saliva as his big throbbing cock filled her cunt with come. They came fiercely, clinging to each other as though trying to crush the life from one another.
Too bad I can't see the bitch's face, Belle thought, as Dave rammed his fountaining cock particularly hard into her snatch. It would be something to watch Marcy looking at her brother's come leaking out my cunt hole!
Her big boobs were squashed against her chest. Dave Jennings was lean and wiry and hard. Not like her own brother Billy. Billy was muscular too, but there was a layer of baby fat over his muscles. He was bulkier and chunkier than Dave.
And the captive youth had something Belle couldn't define. Something that made her far hotter when fucking him than when she fucked her brother!
She felt the blasts of jism from her captive's cock growing weaker and weaker. The surging inside her own pussy tunnel was lessening too. Her tits no longer felt as though they were about to burst from the passion that filled them.
The circular and up and down motions of her butt around Dave's cock slowed to a halt. At the same time Belle's tongue released its stranglehold on Dave's. The youth's big cock started to deflate within the soggy morass of her pussy.
She pulled her face away from the boy's. She could see his mouth was smeared with her spit, could feel his drying on her face. He opened his eyes. There was a strange light in them. He looked puzzled.
"That's right," Belle said gloatingly. "You've just fucked me like there's no tomorrow. Right in front of your big sister." She gave him a broad grin made more lusting by the sweet feel of jism percolating in her hot cunt. "Proud of yourself?"
Dave winced.
Suddenly the plump, big-jugged blonde rolled off his lap. His cock slipped out of her pussy, coated with the slime of her cunt juice and his own jism. It came free of her slobbering cunt lips and lay wetly across his thigh. A trickle of cunt juice and come ran down the insides of Belle's pale thighs.
She looked back at her brother. He was sitting with Marcy at his side, staring slack-jawed at his naked sister. His stiff cock stuck out of his lap like a pole. "Come on over," she commanded, taking a deep breath so that her huge jugs seemed to swell. "Bring the bitch along."
Numbly, the miserable adolescent allowed herself to be hauled to her feet. The rope seemed to be shrinking around her wrists. She wondered if it were cutting off the circulation to her hands. She also wondered, somewhat more urgently, what the evil Belle had in mind for her next.
Tits swinging, cunt dribbling, Belle walked over to the couch and retrieved her whip. Marcy gave a small sigh of despair. Whatever Belle was going to do to her now, it was going to hurt like hell-as if she hadn't known that already!
Her brother looked up at her with guilt-filled eyes. Strangely, Marcy found she didn't resent what he'd done. It was all too clear that Belle was a fucker of no uncertain skill. Under the knowing treatment of her educated lips and tongue working over his cock, his prick buried in an agile cunt, Dave had had no chance to resist the girl's obscene scheme to further break his sister's spirit.
At that, Marcy realized she'd won a victory over her tormentors. A very small victory, to be sure, but it was the first time all day Belle and Billy hadn't had it all their own way. By forgiving her brother for fucking the blonde-haired bitch, Marcy had defeated Belle's purpose.
Marcy's triumph, such as it was, was doomed to be short-lived. By some evil ESP Billy divined his sister's intentions. He brought the girl up to within a couple of feet of where her brother sat dazedly and gave her a hearty shove. Her knees slammed painfully onto the concrete at her brother's side. Her heavy tits bounced up and down like rubber balls.
Looking at his naked sister, her flawless skin still shiny from her traumatic dip in the pool, Dave felt the tiniest quiver of interest inside his dormant cock. His treatment by their captors was beginning to affect him the way it had Marcy when she found herself consumed with passion while the dog was fucking his prick into her pussy. Dave's inhibitions were going down. And his lovely, tied-up, stark naked older sister was one hell of a sexy sight!
Marcy sat with her butt-cheeks splayed out on her heels. Deep inside her pussy she felt a stirring of the same kind that moved her brother's cock. Even with the blonde bitch's rank cunt juice shining on his cock, he was a fine specimen. Marcy's mouth watered at the thought of feeling his cock pulsing and pounding within it. Not the way it was, though-not slathered with Belle's pussy sauce. The idea of tasting any woman's cunt oils made Marcy nauseous. The idea of tasting Belle's pussy juice made her want to die.
It was as if the blonde was reading her mind. Marcy heard the serpentine slither of the leather whip on the cement floor. The tip of the whip brushed her bare flank, lightly, caressingly. Marcy shivered at the contact, and the memories it brought of what that braided leather could do to her quivering nude flesh.
"Suck cock!" Belle's voice was brassy and commanding. Marcy's stomach turned over. Instinctively the prisoner shook her head.
"AIIIIIII!" shrilled Marcy as fiery pain lanced her ass. Her butt was still tender from the whipping she'd had earlier. Now the kiss of the whip on her ass hurt worse than before!
As the scream of pain ripped from the lovely prisoner's throat Belle's nipples instantly became strainingly hard with passion! Without a pause she flicked the whip at the girl's ass again, where a new, deep red line glowed brightly. March shrieked again and fell forward across her brother. Dave felt the heavy pillows of her tits pressing on his cock, the pliant titflesh molding itself to the contours of his hardening cock. He felt blood rushing back into his prick despite his anguish at Marcy's pain.
Belle couldn't control herself. She laid the whip on Marcy's bare ass as if she were trying to strip the delicate skin into ribbons-which was exactly what the hot lash felt like to Marcy! The nude teenager squirmed around with her tits in Dave's lap, howling with agony and at the same time effectively fucking her brother with her tits as her tits rolled around his cock!
It was more than just vengeance for Belle now. When first she'd come she'd meant the auburn-haired young girl to pay for the trouble she'd caused Billy. Belle and Billy thought no one would ever think of looking for the fugitive at the house of the girl he'd so brutally raped and abused. And they'd make sure Dave and Marcy never got a chance to tip anybody off!
But now Belle found she was getting into torturing Marcy Jennings for the sake of torturing her. Watching the naked slut groveling around with her jugs in her brother's lap-which was making him horny as hell, to judge by the way he was trying and failing to sit rigidly still beneath the girl's bare body-was the most erotic thing Belle Bramblett had seen in her life!
The smack of leather on Marcy's upturned ass was like a symphony to Belle's ears, harmonizing sweetly with the screams from the tormented girl. And the feel of the whip as it hit the quivering mound of Marcy's ass was as delightful as a big hard cock stroking back and forth over her clit as it fucked her brimming pussy. She rained blows on the red demi-globes of agony that had once been Marcy Jennings perfect white asscheeks, and her passion tied her into knots.
"Yeeeeeeaaaahhhh!" Belle's sudden orgiastic cry mingled with a ragged shriek from Marcy as the whip flicked the pucker of the captive's asshole. Even as Marcy was blinded by white-hot agony shooting up from her wounded asshole, Belle's body was clenched by a giant climax. She threw her blonde head back and screamed, her nipples like taut fat fingers reaching skyward from her giant jugs, and her arm was a blur as she flogged her victim's once-lovely ass with all the fury of orgasm.
But violently as it had come, Belle's climax passed over her like a summer squall, leaving her panting and breathless and longing for more. Hot sauces from her pussy ran down her luscious legs like water from a rainspout, and even in her delirium of agony Marcy could smell the almost overpowering aroma of her tormentor's cunt.
"Now!" the blonde girl shrieked. "Suck your brother's cock! Suck it hard, bitch, or I'll really give you something to scream about!"
Weak from her ordeal, her ass still throbbing with the pain of the whipping it had received, Marcy lifted herself from her brother's lap. She felt a stiffness pressing against her jugs and glanced down. Well, at least she wouldn't have to suck Dave's cock for long-it was already on the way to a full, rampant erection!
Drawing herself onto her knees, Marcy bent down to kiss the blazing purple head of Dave's prick. His cock bucked vigorously in response to the touch of her lips. Marcy tasted the tartness of Belle's cunt juice on her brother's prick. It made her feel sick. Despite the ache in her tortured asscheeks she rebelled.
But only for a moment. Belle was watching her like a hawk, and was only too glad for an excuse to bring the whip whistling forward again. Marcy howled as the tip of the lash snapped once more at the fisted opening of her asshole, filling her nubile body with unimaginable pain.
Gasping with anguish, Marcy opened her mouth and sucked her brother's half-turgid cock into it like a vacuum cleaner. Immediately her mouth was filled with the unfamiliar flavor of cunt-Belle's cunt. "Uggggghhhh! Urk!" Marcy choked. Her brother's cockhead pulsated in her mouth.
The foul cunt sauce leaked down around her tongue. The cunt honey and Dave's own jism had begun congealing into a sticky, repulsive mess that covered his big prick like icing on a cake. The nasty taste of pussy and the feeling that she was being soiled and spoiled still more by, in effect, eating her tormentor's cunt at second hand made her dizzy. But she heard the naked blonde shifting her weight impatiently at her side, just longing for an excuse to hit her again with that awful whip. Marcy began to suck loudly on her brother's cock.
It stood up obediently for her, thrusting itself into her mouth like a kid crowding into a candy store. Marcy began to taste the meatiness of Dave's cock beneath the acridity of his come and the repulsive flavor of Belle's cunt. At least there was something she could enjoy about this! She began swirling her tongue around the shaft of her brother's prick, trying to ignore the cunt-taste, concentrating on feeling the firmness of the cock and the way Dave's pulse hammered.
Soon Marcy's sucking of her brother's cock had given him a hard-on of giant proportions. Belle felt a pang of disappointment. She'd hoped Marcy would have a harder time reviving Dave's cock with her mouth. But then she smiled. It only meant they'd get to the next part that much quicker!
"Billy," she called in a voice hoarse with lust.
"Come help me, quick!"
Billy rushed to her side. Together they lifted Marcy from her brother's lap. Her lips clung to the head of his cock like a leech, stretching it up so that her full lips pooched out and the youth moaned in sheer delight. Then the cock pulled free of Marcy's mouth and swung back and forth, scattering drops of her saliva.
Leaving her brother to hold the captive in a crouching position, Belle hastily bent down. Taking a double handful of Marcy's hair, she rubbed Dave's spit slick cock dry with it. Marcy grimaced with shame and disgust, but Dave groaned still louder at the way Belle's hands and his sister's auburn hair felt on his agonizingly hard prick.
"There," Belle said, when the boy's cock was thoroughly dry. "Now we sit her on it. Get ready for a cock up your ass, sister and this time it'll be dry as a bone!"
Marcy recalled the excruciating pain of Billy's raping her asshole with his cock and it had been greased with the slick oils of her pussy! Her brother's cock was as outsized as Billy's was. How could she stand having it forced up her ass without any lubrication!
Kicking and screaming the girl was lifted up and swung over her brother's cock. Dave writhed on the ground, willing his raging cock to soften, to spare his sister the painful indignity of having it rammed into her tiny poop chute.
Grunting, Billy and Belle lowered Marcy onto the jutting spar of her brother's cock. She felt the hard-rubber tip of his cockhead prod her tightly-clenched asshole and yelled, "NOOOOOOO!" She tried to wag her butt away from the unyielding cock.
Belle knelt, grabbed the cock in her cool fingers, and guided it back toward the portal of her captive's butt. Dave clawed at her with the fingers of his free hand. She ignored him. She put her fingers on either side of Marcy's ass and managed to spread her asshole a fraction of an inch wide. The head of Dave's prick socketed into the small opening. "Let her down some," Belle panted.
Billy lowered the girl. The shaft of Dave's cock began to bend as his sister's weight came onto it. Then with a pop the inflated head of the prick disappeared into Marcy's butt hole!
Unbelievable pain coursed up Marcy's ass channel. It was as if Dave's cockhead was studded with needles like a porcupine! "Arrrrrgggggg-hhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, GAAAA-AAAAWWWWD!"
Belle smirked up at her brother. "Let her down all the way!"
Billy relaxed his hold on Marcy, keeping his brawny arms around her to keep her upright. As the force of gravity drew her inexorably down and her asshole filled with the ungreased length of her brother's cock, Marcy screamed.
Dave's big cock was like a spike going up Marcy's asshole. The cock seemed to flay the lining from her rectum. She tried desperately to close her asshole against the entry of her brother's prick, even though that made her butt hole hurt worse and her brother sob with enforced pleasure.
With half her brother's enormous cock planted excruciatingly in her asshole she managed to stop the prick's progress. She poised there above her brother's lap, supported almost entirely by the cock impaling her tortured asshole!
"Ai! Ohhh! God, god it HURTS!" Marcy wailed. She was in hysterics. Holding on this way made her asshole feel like it had a pole up it instead of Dave's prick. But she couldn't survive having any more of her brother's cock jammed up her butt!
Dave was tossing his head in blind ecstasy. His cock felt as if it were being squeezed to death by Marcy's asshole. The sensation was fantastic! In spite of his sister's pain, he was as horny as he'd ever been.
It was Belle who broke the impasse. She threw her arms around Marcy's slim waist and leaned on the girl. Instantly Marcy's ass slid the rest of the way down Dave's cock like a fireman sliding down a greased pole.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "OWWWWWWWW!"
With the cock driven hilt-deep in her ass, Marcy's hips were slanted backwards. Her pussy opened towards her brother's face like an exotic flower. The sight of the gaping pink cunt was too much for Dave. He moaned and began to wiggle his cock inside his sister's asshole.
Fresh agony flamed inside Marcy's anus. She sucked in a shuddering breath. It hurt too much for her to even scream!
Marcy never even heard the whistle of the whip. She had no warning till the leather curled around her ripe jugs like a length of barbed wire! "YAAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked.
The throb of agony from her whipped tits joined the pulse of pain from the cock up her abused ass. She gobbled like a turkey, unable to make her mouth form words. Gasping with passion, Belle hit her on the ass with the lash.
Involuntarily, Marcy's body jerked into the air. Four inches of Dave's cock fucked out of her asshole. It seemed to pull her ass passage inside out. Marcy's shriek was piercing.
Dave shut his eyes as pure sensation radiated from his cock. The way his sister's tight ass channel had abruptly jerked up half the length of his prick had damn near sucked a fresh blast of jism from his balls! He knew it was wrong to take pleasure from the indescribable torment his sister was going through-but he couldn't help it!
Belle's whip flew. Marcy's tits as well as her ass reddened to the stinging touch of black leather. Her body jerked and bounced around, held in place by the cock up her ass like a butterfly held to a collector's board by a straight pin. A million different agonies possessed her, even as her anguished thrashings sent her brother wild with pleasure.
Dave wasn't sure that his cock wouldn't be a charred nub when it came out of his sister's tight, dry, churning hot asshole. But he didn't care! The dryness of her ass channel seemed to have stripped a layer of skin from his randy cock, the way sandpaper works to sensitize a safecracker's fingertips. The sensations flooding from his cock were the most intense he'd ever experienced!
Soon it didn't take Belle's loving whip to make Marcy fuck herself to agonizing oblivion on her brother's cock. Feverish with lust. Dave was taking care of that himself. He was fucking his gigantic blood-gorged cock in and out of his sister's tortured asshole with the force of a berserk jackhammer!
Belle threw the whip from her. She bent over, fat jugs swaying ponderously before her, and gripped her knees with her hands. "Give it to me!" she pleaded, flaunting her white ass at Billy. "Give me that great big cock of yours!"
The pale thatch of cunt fur between her thighs beckoned her brother. It was a needless invitation. Billy was so horny he was about to come off whether his cock was in a cunt or not!
He lunged at her like a master fencer. His rigid cock thrust unerringly between the plump outer lips of her cunt, into the oily, brimming well of her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as the whole nine inches of her brother's cock were driven forcefully up her cunt!
Gritting his teeth at the way her tight wet pussy walls clung to his prick, Billy pulled his cock from Belle's cunt. To his surprise she wiggled forward so her pink cunt lips came free of his cockhead with a lewd sucking sound. He groaned in unrelieved lust and disappointment.
"It's greasy now!" gasped Belle, staring hungrily at the scene of Dave raping his sister's ass, his free hand digging its fingers into one whipped butt-cheek. "Fuck it up my ass! Fuck your great big cock up my poor asshole before I die!"
Without hesitation Billy obeyed. He grabbed two handfuls of the girl's lush, available ass and plunged his cock between the cheeks of her butt. Unlike Marcy's anus, the portal to Belle's sweet butt opened readily to the invasion of his loglike cock. Inch after inch of pulsating cockmeat slid readily into the tight tube of Belle's ass, while brother and sister rolled their hips and moaned with hot delight!
The Jennings siblings were moaning together too. But not in delight-at least, not Marcy! "Ahhh! Gah! Ngaaaaaahhhhhh!" she was groaning. "Get it out! It's tearing me apart-your cock is shredding my poor asshole! GAAAAHHH!"
Unable to stop himself, Dave pistoned his cock powerfully in and out of Marcy's painfully dry ass. His brain was socked in a red fog of passion. He knew, deep inside, that his sister's ass channel was a blaze of pain from the whipped circle of her asshole to the place, seemingly half-way up her spine, where the head of his cock reached when he fucked his prick all the way up her butt. But his huge cock was completely filled with incredible sensations-it was fucking his bound sister's ass of its own accord!
Muscles stood out on Marcy's white arms as she tried futilely to free herself of her bonds. She'd never known what pain was before! Even Billy's big cock up her ass hadn't hurt a fraction as much as Dave's unoiled prick reaming her asshole while her whipped butt-cheeks and flogged tits ached.
Suddenly Dave went tense beneath her. His body bent backwards like a bow, lifting his naked sister high in the air as his own ass came of the cold concrete. "YeeeeeYIIIIIIII!" screamed Marcy as still more cock jammed its way up her asshole.
Dave sucked in a strangled breath. Marcy felt his prick expanding in her asshole till it seemed it would make her butt-cheeks pop apart. Then his cock spasmed with orgasm. A blast of jism tilled Marcy's violated ass passage. It felt like burning napalm pumped up her poop chute.
"UuuuuuhhhhhhNAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Marcy's cried as the pain of acid come seared her butt hole.
Wildly Dave began fucking his cock in and out of his sister's butt as he came. He was aware of the jism that surrounded his cock and spilled from Marcy's asshole into his crotch. It was easing the passage of his cock in and out of the girl's anus, making it possible for him to butt-fuck her more furiously than before!
Belle's lust-clouded eyes drank in the sight of the youth's jism leaking from Marcy's tormented asshole as his thick prick pumped in and out of her whipped butt. It was the sweetest sight she'd ever seen. Practically weeping with happiness, Belle tightened the muscles in her stomach and sucked a long spray of come from her brother's cock up her own greedy poop chute.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The blonde's ecstatic screams as Billy filled her asshole with his come were no less shrill than Marcy's had been when Dave's cock filled her butt with liquid fire. A passerby would have thought both lovely naked teenagers were being flayed alive. But Belle was insane with sheer pleasure just as Marcy was possessed with a pain like nothing she'd ever known!
Even as Billy's cock exploded within his sister's asshole, Dave's prick slowed the machine-gun spitting of sperm up Marcy's butt. She wasn't even aware of the end of her brother's orgasm. She was too full of pain to be aware of anything else!
Gradually Dave's cock went limp inside Marcy's butt hole. Moaning incoherently with pain, the girl fell forward. Her jugs cushioned her fall. She lay there quivering with agony as her brother shuddered to the aftermath of his climax.
His cock slithered from Marcy's asshole. Shiningly slimed with come, it came out of her black asshole and collapsed into his lap. Her inflamed butt hole gaped for a moment, then closed itself, shutting off the white stream of come from the depths of her ass. She began to sob.
For once her tormentor was totally oblivious to her pain and humiliation. "Oh! Ah! Ooooooooh!" Belle was wailing. "Fuck me! Fuck my butt hard! Oh God, come, jet your sizzling come right up my ass!"
Her tits were jiggling like water balloons as her nude body shook with orgasm and the fury of her brother's butt-fucking. Billy, clutching her mountainous white asscheeks with fervid fingers, did his best to obey his sister's urgent commands.
The tunnel of Belle's asshole was filled to capacity with Billy's seething jism. The stuff roiled around his pistoning prick and slopped thickly out of her asshole every time he pulled his big cock from her ass. When he fucked his spewing prick especially hard up Belle's butt, his come streamed from her asshole and trickled down around his dangling balls.
Limp, exhausted, her whole body one giant pulse of agony, Marcy lay atop her brother. Her cheek lay on his chest, her head nestled against his chin. She sobbed heavily, heartbreakingly. With his free hand Dave stroked his sister's hair.
"I. . . I'm sorry," he croaked, still weak from fucking the daylights out of his screaming, tied-up sister's ass. "I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't!"
Marcy sniffled but gave no other sign that she'd even heard. Dave sighed. Had he lost his sister? He'd just found her, found in her the most exciting lover he'd known in his short life. He knew that he had let her down terribly.
Would she ever forgive him?
Belle's anal climax finally spent itself in one great birdlike cry and a contraction of her muscles that pulled one huge, final charge of jism out of Billy's prick. The girl's legs gave way beneath her and she fell forward, putting out her hands to catch herself. With his cock trapped in her tight asshole, Billy found himself pulled to his knees with her.
Sobbing with passion, Belle clutched her jugs with her hands. Her fantastic come had only whetted her appetite for fucking. She wanted more sex and she wanted it now! She moaned lustfully as she felt her brother tug his limp prick out of her jism-gorged asshole.
Billy watched in fascination as the pink cock reappeared from Belle's asshole. White jism coated the cock. More of the creamy come slavered from his sister's poop chute as his prick slipped from her butt and hung down between his legs. Belle felt the droplets of come crawling down into her open-mouthed, sopping wet cunt and groaned.
She lowered her body till she was lying on her cheek and her pillowy boobs, with her well-fucked ass sticking up in the air. Fascinated, Billy sat back on his heels. His eyes devoured the spectacle of the jutting half-moons of his sister's ass, the pink crevasse between them, the fisted pucker of her asshole-now smeared with his own pale jism. His eyes followed a trail of come down to the hanging pink lips of her pussy. The shiny sauces that had leaked from her lusting cunt glistened on her ripe thighs.
With one slim-fingered hand Belle reached back and caressed her butt. Billy thought she was going to finger-fuck herself and his limp cock once again felt a twinge of excitement. But instead of slipping her fingers into her greedy cunt, Belle began to swirl them around her butt hole, covering them in the thick goo of her brother's jism!
As he watched, puzzled, she let herself fall to her side with a soft plop and raised one leg in the air. Then, her cornflower blue eyes closed blissfully, Belle began to smear the drying come around inside the wet pink mouth of her pussy.
Billy felt a constriction in his throat. He had no idea what his sister was doing. But it sure looked intriguing!
Marcy was at last beginning to emerge from her pain and shame, back into the world. She became aware of her brother's soothing stroking of her bare back, and the way her tits were squeezed against his hard chest. She sighed and settled herself against him.
The pain in her boobs and ass was more bearable now. Her ass-channel throbbed along its entire length and she could still feel jism inside it, and the sun on her bare, whipped buttocks was like a fresh application of Belle's leather lash. But somehow, snuggled up to her beloved brother this way, Marcy didn't seem to hurt as much.
Apprehensively, her brother was looking at Belle Bramblett. The blonde girl climbed to her feet and stretched like a cat, so that her big firm tits rode high up her chest. She gave the handcuffed youth a long slow smile and then walked toward a tree by the side wall of the backyard.
As Dave and Billy watched her she pulled a green limb, slender and about two feet long, from the tree and began stripping lesser twigs and shoots from it. The two youths realized what she was up to at the same instant. Billy grinned. Dave groaned.
Experimentally Belle twitched the branch through the air several times. It made a satisfactory humming sound as it cut air. She walked back to where Marcy lay on top of her brother.
"Leave her alone," Dave said pleadingly. "Haven't you done enough to her?"
Belle's eyes were large. "No, I haven't," she said huskily. "Not nearly enough."
Her brother's words and tone made Marcy lift her head and look around. She felt Belle take hold of her hair and pull. With a small whimper she rolled to her side, staring wildly up at her tormentor.
"Enjoy yourself?" Belle asked. "Good. Now you can pay me back for all the fun I've given you. You can just eat my little old pussy!" She put her hands on her lips and thrust her pelvis forward. Her cunt opened toward Marcy's tear-streaked face like a flower blossoming. Pink pussy petals opened outward. Between them glittered fragrant cunt honey. And smeared all around, over, and between the fragile cunt were fat white droplets of Billy's jism!
Marcy moaned and shook her head, despite the pain of her pulled hair. Dave tried to throw himself at Belle, but Billy lunged forward and grabbed him as Belle dragged his sister away by her long auburn hair.
Belle tapped Marcy lightly on the flank with her switch. Marcy bit her lip. Even the slight contact hurt.
"That's right," Belle told her. "You understand. You don't do what I tell you, you get-this!" The switch sang, smacked against the side of one of Marcy's asscheeks. Instantly her whole butt flared into agony. She cried out and tried to twist away, but Belle held her in a sitting position.
Tears poured down her cheeks. "N-no, don't make me," she begged. "I can't-I just can't!"
For an answer Belle dragged her face forward-right into the steamy, come-smeared mess of her pussy! As Marcy felt her captor's cunt lips embrace her own mouth slippery, the greenwood switch carved air again. It struck true, right between the cheeks of her ass, stinging her crack and the already-painful ring of her butt hole!
Marcy screamed. The sound was muffled by Belle's sopping cunt. And the captive girl found her mouth full of hot, slithery, rank pussy lips!
Belle clenched her hand in Marcy's hair as the prisoner's anguished cry vibrated against the swollen button of her clit. "Yes!" she hissed. "God, yesssssss!"
Pussy sauces flooded Marcy's mouth. Mingled with the unbelievably strong taste of Belle's aroused cunt was the familiar, hated flavor of Billy's jism. Marcy shook her head, ignoring the tearing pain in her hair in her frenzied need to get free. A woman's pussy-she had her mouth full of a woman's pussy!
It was as degrading as being fucked by the dog. It was worse, really-Belle Bramblett was her captor, her tormentor, even more than Billy. And now she was being forced to give obscene pleasure to the plump blonde sadist by gobbling her slovenly cunt!
Pungent oils of pussy seethed around her tongue. Her nose was pressed right into the thick blonde bush fringing the gaping, dripping gash of Belle's cunt. The girl's twat lips felt like worms wriggling around in her mouth.
"Ahhhhh-unnnnnhhhhhhhh!" Marcy wagged her head frantically. She had to get away! She was going to be sick. The heady aroma of prime cunt made her head swim.
But there was no easy escape for the wretched girl. Belle's body sang with pleasure. Marcy's moans and strugglings were sending jolt after jolt of pure, unadulterated joy shooting into her captor's cunt. Belle's nude body was filled with a golden warm glow of delight. Marcy's teeth were pressed against her clit now, crushing it-it was heavenly!
But there was something that could make it better. With an abandoned cry of sheer wanton passion Belle raised her switch and brought it down with terrible force on one of Marcy's pert asscheeks.
The captive's scream burst into Belle's cunt like an explosion. Concentrated delight surged out of her pussy and up her spine as Marcy pressed her face full into her snatch and shrieked in mortal agony. As her pussy tied itself into knots with orgasm after furious orgasm, Belle put her yellow head back and howled like a dog.
At his sister's scream, Dave had thrown himself against the restraint of Billy's big hand on his shoulder. Now, as Belle Bramblett wailed as though it was her tender flesh and not her victim's that the green switch had bitten, he slumped back staring in amazement. Billy's grip slackened. He too was gaping in sheer awe as orgasmic fury possessed his sister!
The girl was like a marble statue in the afternoon sunlight. Her head was back, her neck a pale arch, her gigantic jugs jutting toward the skies, her nipples seeming to vibrate as she came. Her skin was like satin and her muscles stood out as she ground her cunt relentlessly into Marcy's helplessly imprisoned face. Muffled moans, whimpers and wet slurping sounds came from the face of the girl, buried between Belle's sleek thighs in the swampy mess of her pussy.
Dave cried out in protest as Belle raised her switch again. In spite of his hoarse cry the branch came down again. Marcy's body bucked as though to an electric current when it struck her already-reddened ass. Belle screamed again as the victim's agony sent fresh waves of orgasm crashing over her.
Weakened by the intensity of her climax. Belle began to slump at the knees. Still holding Marcy by the hair, forcing the kneeling teenager to bend forward with her mouth still locked with her tormentor's pussy in a lewd kiss, Belle sat down. Marcy fell forward with a cry dampened by the pussy still pressed to her lips. The cement scraped her jugs cruelly as she fell onto them.
Her neck was twisted back at an uncomfortable angle. The bottom of her mouth was like a well filled with the disgusting sauces from Belle's pussy. Pain in her ass, pain in her tits, and the humiliation pf being forced to eat pussy made Marcy as miserable as she'd ever been in her life.
But her tormentor wasn't finished with her. With a sigh of animal pleasure as the last climax died away inside her greedy cunt, the girl lifted her left leg and rolled over. For the first time her cunt was pulled slightly away from Marcy's pussy-juice-smeared mouth. The prisoner sucked in a great agonized gulp of air, unmindful of the fact that it was laden with the heavy perfume of Belle's cunt.
With one of her ripe thighs cushioning her victim's head, Belle writhed snakelike across the pavement. Bound and helpless, Marcy wondered what she was doing as she felt the other girl shift position. Belle bent at the waist, and Marcy could see the crack of her tormentor's ass smiling at her beyond the matted beard of her pussy. The blonde's asshole was like a winking eye.
Then she felt lips pressing into the sun-warmed fur on the bulge of her tender pussy mound, and she knew what her captor was up to!
She gasped into the gaping pink canyon of Belle's pussy. Even as she realized what the teenager was doing she felt Belle's lips kissing her own pussy. The pleasure was incredible!
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she called out. She was lying on her side now. Her tied up, naked body squirmed on the concrete as Belle began to tease the lips of her pussy apart with the tip of her tongue.
The sun had fallen far enough now that its light fell across the shaded porch, but the concrete was cool beneath Marcy's bare skin. Belle's tongue slipped into her pussy, its wet surface thrilling the insides of her pussy lips. "Yessssssss!" Marcy cried involuntarily.
Belle ran her tongue around in a slow circle in the very opening of her victim's cunt hole. Instantly
Marcy's cunt was overflowing with her own spicy pussy juices. From cowering in pain and fear, Belle soon had her victim writhing in the grip of sheer ecstasy with her skillful pussy eating!
The blonde ran her tongue up the slit of her prisoner's pussy. Marcy's stomach knotted into a tight knot of delight. She was having trouble catching her breath. The physical joy of Belle's tongue in her cunt was every bit as intense and overpowering as the pain of her greenwood switch had been!
But even as she slipped into a warm haze of sweet delight at the tongue-lapping her pussy was receiving, the prisoner wondered why Belle was doing this to her. The feel of Belle licking her cunt was fantastic-far better than anything her pussy had ever felt before. Why was the vengeful and sadistic girl doing this for her? Then Belle's moist tongue emerged from the sheath of her pussy and flicked against the inflated node of Marcy's clit. A blinding flash of ecstasy passed through the girl's brain, and she forgot everything but the pleasure dazzling from her pussy.
"Oooooooh," the captive said. She tugged at her bound arms-not to get free now; she wanted to grab Belle's round ass with both hands and cram her face into her captor's juicy cunt!
Marcy's head darted forward. Once again she kissed the drooling, fragrant mouth of Belle's pussy. But this time she kissed the cunt with all her heart. Her mouth quickly filled with the musky woman-wine of the blonde-furred cunt. And Marcy loved it!
Belle fastened her lips around the pearly clit nestled in the vee of pink flesh at the upper end of Marcy's cunt-slash. She sucked with all her might, twirling her tongue around the top of the ultra-sensitive clit. She was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure right into her cunt! "Mmmmmmmmm," she said.
Marcy tensed as the sound vibrated in her own clit. The humming sensation sent prickly fingers up her spine-and delight stabbing into her cunt! Her tongue came out of her mouth almost of its own free will and plunged straight between Belle's frilly pussy lips, into the steamy cauldron of the blonde's cunt.
The other girl wrapped her hands fervently around her lovely prisoner's butt. The flesh was warm beneath her palms, with that sweet firmness only well-shaped, adolescent asscheeks have. Belle moaned at the sensuousness of the touch.
Like fine wine, Marcy's cunt honey thrilled Belle's taste buds. The bitch had one delicious pussy, there was no denying that. Belle's cheek was lying on one soft thigh. Juices leaking from Marcy's pussy dampened her tormentor's skin.
The girls were moaning, ecstatic, sucking, lapping and tongue-fucking. Billy and Dave watched incredulously. Dave had actually forgotten all thought of lunging to his sister's aid with the sheer, unbridled and forbidden lesbian scene.
It was obvious his sister didn't want help anyway. Not when she was getting off so much on having her cunt eaten expertly by her captor.
Now Marcy wondered how she could have been nauseated by the touch and taste and feel of Belle's pussy. The cunt lips were tender and juicy, the inner pink surfaces of the pussy flaps like satin to the touch of her inquisitive tongue. Belle's cunt hole was a sweet moist mystery, its wet walls clinging to Marcy's tongue when it crept into the dripping pussy. The flavor of cunt was strong, true-but it was as delicious as nectar to the lust-fevered, captive adolescent!
As if by a miracle, the heightened awareness to pain Marcy had felt when Belle was whipping and abusing her had been transformed into a heightened sensitivity to pleasure. And with that incredibly skillful mouth fastened like a vacuum cleaner on her clitty, the pleasure she felt was truly beyond description.
Now she knew what it felt like for a men to have his cock sucked! It felt as if the mouth on her clit was going to suck her innards out through her pussy.
Her captor was no less turned on. The wild delight of dominating and torturing the beautiful auburn-haired girl had put Belle in a fever of lust. Her pussy was like a vessel being filled up with pleasure by Marcy's expert, avid mouth. The girl didn't know how to eat pussy-but she was doing one hell of a job anyway!
Marcy felt and tasted the hot rush of cunt honey as she drove her tongue well into the recesses of Belle's pussy. Instinctively she knew the other girl was about to come. And she was too!
Then suddenly Marcy knew why her sadistic captor was lavishing such incredible loving joy on her pussy. By making her engage willingly and joyously in eating her pussy, Belle was further degrading Marcy in her brother's eyes. And in her own, as soon as the fever of lust had died.
But that would be later. Marcy felt Belle's mouth tighten convulsively on her pussy, crushing her clit amid a thousand bright colors of sensation. Her tongue was suddenly seized in a steely grip and pulled even deeper into the other girl's freely-flowing cunt. Then Marcy's pussy flamed into orgasm.
"Mmmmmaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned into
Belle's pussy. At the same instant the blonde was crying out, exciting her captive's pussy even more. Two pale white female bodies strained together as if trying to melt into one.
The aroma of cunt sauce filled the air. Billy and Dave looked at one another in disbelief. The vast amount of naked female flesh exposed to their horny gazes jiggled and shook as their sister's came and came and came with hot force.
With her face buried deeply in Belle's climaxing pussy, Marcy Jennings was in paradise. Her well-devoured cunt was clamping and unclamping spasmodically as she came, moving her plushly-padded ass around Belle's blonde head.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ohhhhhhhhh," groaned Marcy, half-mad with the pain of the stake in her butt. "Please let me goooooooooo!"
Belle Bramblett, stark naked, stood before the agonized captive girl, gloating.
"Not a chance," she laughed. "We're just building up to the big climax. You're going to feel pain like you never knew existed!"
Marcy sobbed with pain and humiliation. Tears filled her eyes. She stretched out her fingers to touch the ground and take some of the ache from her stomach muscles. With one handle of a wheelbarrow jammed right up her asshole, the tortured teenager could neither straighten up nor let herself far forward. Every little motion was agony. The least shift of the splintery, ungreased wood in her asshole sent sharp pains lancing into her rectum.
It was a supreme touch of cruelty for Belle to free her prisoner's hands. The rope Belle had brought was tied around one of Marcy's trim thighs, run up around the front frame of the wheelbarrow, then back to be knotted to the victim's shapely leg. Nothing Marcy could do would get that awful length of wood out of her ass!
"You shitty bitch," Dave snarled. "You can't do this. You aren't human, but you won't get away with this!"
Belle laughed. Her laugh was clear. Not at all like a naked slut who was constantly on the verge of coming with the joy of torturing a helpless young girl.
"Sure I will, and Billy will too. No one will look for us here. And when the heat's died down, we'll just leave."
Marcy raised her head. Even that movement caused a tearing pain inside her asshole. She felt for sure the membranes of her ass must be torn and bleeding by now. The hideous fullness of the pole up her butt seemed about to make her asscheeks split apart. She tried to form words, but the pain was too great. All she could do was gasp.
Dave asked the question for her. "What about us?"
"Oh, you'll be here," Belle smiled. "Of course we'll have to burn the house down. With both of you inside it. Have to cover our tracks, you know."
At her words Marcy felt a desperate fear. But somehow the thought of the terrible fate Belle threatened them with couldn't hold her attention long. Not with what she was going through now!
"Of course, till we're ready to go we'll play with you two quite a lot," Belle said, turning to face her captive. "Especially your sister."
Her nipples were swollen like small balloons with lust at the thought of "playing" with Marcy Jennings. "Damn you," Dave said hopelessly. "Damn you!"
Belle bent to pick up the black leather whip coiled like a cobra in the grass beside her feet. "Why don't you walk around the yard a little bit, honey," she told the prisoner. "Pull the wheelbarrow around like a cart. Like the dirty animal you are."
Marcy stared at her. "I-I can't," she managed to choke out. "Ahh! Tear . . . tear me apart!"
Belle smiled sweetly. Then the whip slithered forward across the lawn. Its tip curled up and struck like a snake at Marcy's hanging tits.
"Yiiii!" Marcy yelped as pain filled her tit. She tried to straighten. Her cry of agony died strangling as the wrench of the hard wooden handle in her butt twisted the channel of her poop chute out of shape.
Her knees gave way beneath her, but the pain when she tried to fall forward was even worse. Gasping at the horrible sensations filling her rump, Marcy got her feet under her once more. Every motion was hell.
"I have an even better idea!" Belle sang out suddenly. As her captive panted, trying to catch her breath, the nude blonde walked around and climbed into the wheelbarrow!
"Aggggghhhhhhhhh!" yelled Marcy as Belle's weight drove down the handle in Marcy's butt. It was only a fraction of an inch, but it felt like a mile. Marcy's ass and tits throbbed with pain. Her knees were bent, and the joints ached from the effort of holding that position.
"Now," Belle said, shortening her grip on the whip. "Let's go for a ride!" The whip cracked on Marcy's bare, straining rump.
Mouth working wordlessly, Marcy took a step. It was like having an oar rammed up her asshole and then worked back and forth. Tears flowed down her face.
The whip stung her ass again. Her body jerked involuntarily and Marcy was rewarded by still another surge of agony within her ass. She wanted to scream, needed to scream, but she could not draw a breath to do it. All she could do was move her lips in torment.
Belle laughed. Her whip moved like a banner in the wind, snapping time and again against Marcy's reddening ass. Slowly, agonizingly, the girl pulled her terrible burden around the yard. Each step sent fresh pains shooting up her ass passage. Every time the barrow's wheels rolled over a bump in the lawn it was like being shot up the asshole. And Belle's laughter rang constantly in her ears, smarting like the kiss of the whip on her upturned ass.
The blonde was delirious with illicit delight. Her pussy streamed cunt sauce into the bottom of the barrow, making mud out of the residue of dark dirt inside it. She was so horny she was about to die! What a trip, what a turn on! As she lashed at that tortured ass with the end of the whip, fumbling fingers stuffed the whip's handle right into the brimming morass of her own pussy!
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed as the hardness of the whip handle filled her pussy.
Slowly Marcy pulled the wheelbarrow. She was sure she couldn't live through this-not with the wheelbarrow's handle ripping around inside her asshole. But then again she wasn't sure she wanted to survive. Even if she lived through this excruciating degradation, what did she have to look forward to? Only more humiliation, more agony, and finally a hideously painful death.
Someone was standing in front of her. She stopped. The momentum of the wheelbarrow drove another half inch of wood up her ass. "Aggggghhhhhh!" she gulped. It felt like a spear shoved up her ass.
Marcy raised her head to see Billy gloating over her. His big stiff cock poised over her face like a boom about to fall. "Suck my cock," he commanded.
Risking further pain, Marcy glanced back. "Yes, yes!" Belle said, half-shrieking the words as she fucked herself into a frenzy with the handle of her whip. "Suck my brother's prick, you nasty slut!" To punctuate the words she brought the whip down stingingly on her victim's ass.
"Ayyyyyyy!" yipped Marcy. Billy took hold of her face and turned it toward him. Marcy tried to resist. Belle snapped the tip of the whip right on the girl's asshole.
Marcy screamed. Billy immediately fucked his huge cock into her face. He began to pump his big prick in and out of the captive's open mouth.
The back-and-forth motion of Billy fucking her face also fucked Marcy's ass painfully on the unyielding spar of wood in her anus. And if she thought that by obediently opening her mouth for Billy to stick his prick into she'd escape the caress of the black whip, Marcy was sadly mistaken. Still fucking her own dripping cunt abandonedly with the handle of the whip, Belle began whipping Marcy's butt with renewed vigor.
Marcy squirmed and moaned around the shafts impaling her face and asshole-one a shaft of throbbing male cock, the other hard, raspy, unoiled wood that seemed to shred the inside of Marcy's ass passage as though studded with broken glass! -
Grunting bestially, Billy fucked his big cock all the way down his victim's throat before pulling out again. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of Marcy's mouth blended with the rhythmic ecstatic cries from Belle, the squishy sound of the whip handle going in and out of her pussy, the creaking of the wheelbarrow's frame, and the relentless slap of leather on shrinking ass flesh.
Marcy's small pitiful sounds of agony and her ceaseless squirming delighted Billy's cock. If her tongue was carefully avoiding any contact with the pistoning prick, the heat and humidity in the girl's mouth and the way her mouth and throat moved around his thrusting, greedy cock were enough to drive Billy to climax. He pushed every inch of his cock home in the girl's face as his sister brought her whip down along the crack of the captive's butt. Marcy's response was a cross between a gag and a scream.
The throat muscles tightened around Billy's swallowed cock. "Arrrgggh!" he cried. His prick fired a powerful shot of jism down Marcy's throat.
She choked on the thick come. It filled her throat, went up her nose. She coughed again, painfully jerking her butt around the handle of the wheelbarrow. Her hands pushed against Billy's thighs in a vain attempt to push him away. His sister was crying out now as she came around the handle of the whip planted firmly in her pussy.
Dave watched in horror as jism streamed from his sister's nose. More come bubbled from her lips, wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of Billy's prick. Her butt seemed to glow with a light of its own from the savage whipping Belle had given it.
Billy took a step back. His cock, now loose and limp between Marcy's lips, came out of her mouth. Jism covered the cock hotly. The prick fell from her mouth and she drooled white come to the ground.
Behind her Belle had quit whipping her and was busy fucking herself to come after come with the whip handle. Marcy put her hands on her knees to hold herself up and cried. The pain in her ass, inside and out, was unbearable.
Billy stood with his back to the gate and laughed. "That was a pretty decent blowjob she gave me, Belle," he said jokingly. "Maybe you've got a little competition."
His sister's manner changed instantly. She tore the whip handle from her pussy and flung it, stained and dripping with the aromatic juices of her needy cunt, across the yard. "She's gotten to you, too!" she raged. "The filthy slut has gotten you on her side!"
As her brother shook his head and mouthed protest, Belle leapt from the barrow and ran into the utility room of the Jennings' house. Billy stood gaping after her with his cock dangling between his legs, dripping saliva and come to the grass.
Marcy let her head hang. She had to keep her body tense-if she relaxed she'd feel still more of that wooden handle fuck its way up her butt! It took all her strength and willpower to hold the pose. She couldn't even raise a hand to wipe Billy's come from her mouth.
She heard her brother utter a hoarse cry of horror. Then she became aware of an odd hissing sound in front of her. She raised her eyes. Through her own hanging auburn hair she saw a blue glow filtering through the strands of hair. She lifted her head.
And stared at the hot blue flame of a blowtorch! "That's right," Belle said in answer to her horrified expression. "I thought I'd try it out on those juicy tits of yours. It's nice and hot. It'll hurt, don't you think?"
She grabbed a handful of Marcy's hair. Marcy clutched at her wrist with both hands. There was nothing she could do. The blue flame came closer to her jugs. The flame seemed to stretch out like a tongue, to lick them.
Dave was roaring, straining against the handcuffs that held him. The sound of the torch filled Marcy's ears. She felt heat wash over her bare tits, already scarcely tolerable. Marcy bit her lip, eyes wide green circles of horror. The light of the fire and the torches made Belle's face a demonic mask.
In the commotion and tension as the fiery breath of the torch approached Marcy's naked, vulnerable tit, no one heard the gate swing softly on its hinges.
Marcy's eyes followed the jet of fire. Perversely, the nipple seemed to stand up to greet the flame. Already it was painful. Marcy filled her lungs in preparation for the loudest, most anguished scream of her life.
There was a thunderclap of sound. Billy's body flew forward, hurled by the full force of the shotgun he'd propped against the wall. He struck his sister and bowled her over. The torch sailed from her hand. It landed in the pool and went out with a sputter.
Marcy turned her head, unmindful of the new twinge of pain in her asshole as the motion twisted it around the handle. The slim, tall, feminine figure standing there with the smoking shotgun in her hands and her hair red in the firelight was familiar. But it was her brother who called out. "Elaine!" he gasped. It was their older sister!
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Marcy rocked from side to side, feeling Dave's cock pulsating within her pussy. Her hands stroked her sister's luxurious red hair. Sitting astride their brother's face, Elaine Jennings smiled with joy at the tongue working inside her crimson-furred pussy as well as at her sister's caress.
It was a good thing she'd decided to come home for a few days, she thought. A very good thing. Dave slid his tongue deeply into her pussy and she moaned like a cat.
Marcy was also thinking how lucky she was. The police had said the same thing when they arrived to pick up Billy's body. The had comforted the siblings, and assured them the missing Belle Bramblett would be turned up soon. It was a pity she'd escaped, but they'd find her sooner or later.
It would be later, Marcy thought. How could they know the missing girl was in the storage area under the house, bound hand and foot and awaiting Marcy's revenge? But no one would ever think of looking for the blonde there. Marcy remembered some of the things Belle had threatened to do to her. Maybe she'd try them on Belle instead. No one would ever know. She smiled with a sudden surge of lust. "Fuck me, Dave," she said.