"Ouch! You pinched my behind!" complained Georgette, rubbing her perky ass. The pain hadn't been all that great, but she didn't think she should let him get away with the act without commenting on it.
"It wasn't your behind I intended to pinch," Frank told her. "It was your very fuckable ass."
She looked at the man and saw the mound beginning to grow at his crotch. There was no doubt in her mind what he had intended to do-and what he wanted to do now. And that was just fine with her. She had the same ideas!
"You should be more polite about making your requests," she chided him as she glided closer to the fire cheerily blazing in the fireplace. The cabin was deserted save for the two of them and the bear skin rug tossed in front of the fire had never looked more tempting.
"Hell with that. I see a fuckable piece of ass and I know how to get what I want." He grabbed her and she tried to escape his clutches. His arms around her trim body were too strong. She struggled but couldn't break out of that iron hold.
"You ... you wouldn't take advantage of me?" she gasped.
His fingers were working down the front of her blouse, eagerly unfastening her buttons. When he finally fumbled with the last one, he muttered, "To hell with it!" and jerked the button off with a powerful tug. He virtually ripped the blouse from her body and exposed the smoothly fleshed belly. The white bra so chastely worn couldn't even begin to hide the fact that the woman sported a pair of knockers that wouldn't quit.
And he wasn't about to simply ogle them imprisoned in the bra as they were. He reached around behind her back and jerked off the snaps. The entire bra snaked forward as if it had a mind of its own and then fell from the twin cones of her hot tits. For a moment, he simply stood there with the woman in the circle of his arms. The sight of her tits turned him on in a big way.
The mounds of tit were more than he could shove into his slavering mouth. Even his large hands would be hard pressed to reach around even one of those hot tits. The bright red cherry of nipple cresting each of the white cones grew as he watched. She was getting hot.
His cock pressed too tightly against his pants for comfort now. "Unzip my fly and let my prick out. NOW!"
Her hand flew to his zipper and ran it down with a metallic hiss. The way his cock leaped out, eager as a racehorse in the starting gate, confirmed her suspicions. He was ready to fuck. And she was getting there fast herself.
The thick flow of her cunt juices stirred inside her belly. She moaned softly as he buried his face between her large tits. His rough wet tongue dragged sensuously up and down the deep canyon and promised her much more to come.
When he began spiralling up one of the marshmallowy soft mountains of titflesh, she thought she would come. The feel of his rough, pink tongue was doing things to her that she'd thought forgotten by her body. She felt like a teenager again about to lose her virginity.
She shuddered and began to sink down to the bear skin rug. She hardly noticed how rough it was under her fingers. The fur was stiff and uncomfortable but she had other things on her mind as she leaned back, the man's mouth following her tits like a rocket homing in on its target. When he gobbled up one entire boob, she did come.
It wasn't a big orgasm, but it promised her what would happen when he got that thick, lovely fuck stick of his shoved balls deep up her cunt and really began to fuck her. The woman's entire body felt like a giant, raw nerve ending waiting to be touched. She almost hummed with sex as his tongue worked up and down over her nipple.
She felt more and more of her excited blood hammering into her tit, filling it to the breaking point. There was no way more blood could inflate that tit. Yet her frenzied heart tried. She knew her tit would explode like a balloon pushed past its limits.
His teeth worked red grooves into her snowy white titflesh. Every time the man tried to take the entire knocker into his mouth, his teeth cut into her. But it didn't hurt. If anything, it stimulated her even more. And the way he used his tongue to roll the tiny pebble of her nipple around sent tremors coursing throughout her entire body. She was primed and ready for a real fucking.
"Ummm, oh shit, Frank, don't fool around with my jugs. Go for my cunt. Lick my pussy! I need it so baaaaad!"
He didn't answer. His mouth was working on more enjoyable pursuits. His tongue was beginning to ache as he tried to shove it all the way down into the softly yielding flesh of her tit. He captured her nipple with the tip of his tongue and teased it as much as possible. He felt her heart beating strongly through the tiny button of flesh and this spurred him on. She was about at the breaking point sexually again. And all from just his mouth on her tits!
"More, Frank darling, please. My cunny needs that prick of yours in it. Please fuck me haaaard!" She groped and found the thick shaft of his prick. It was hot and quivered with a sensual life that promised to be paradise for her-if only he would get on with fucking her.
"Not yet," was his only comment. She thought she would die from too much stimulation. The sexual pressures mounting inside her threatened to drive her mad if he didn't grant her the sweet release of come.
"Nooo," she pleaded. "Fuck me!"
"Hell with it," he said. He pulled himself up and stripped off his pants in a smooth motion which displayed his muscles to good effect. He might have been middle-aged but he took good care of his body. There wasn't but a hint of a spare tire around his waist and the muscles of his chest and upper arms rippled with well-controlled power. Never did she feel more a woman than when he fucked her. She needed him as badly as he needed her spread wide for his prick.
She moved to get her legs open and found she still had on her blue denim jeans. But that didn't last for long. She felt his fingers work under the snap and quickly undo it. She lifted her ass off the rug and he ripped the jeans from her with an impatient motion. Clad only in her panties now, she began to work them off and found her body pressed hard down into the bear skin rug.
He was straddling her waist, his prick only inches away from her tits.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she demanded. "My pussy needs you!"
"I'm gonna fuck those sweet tits of yours. To hell with that smelly crotch of yours!" He grabbed a handful of tit in each hand and pushed the tits together until the nipples almost touched. He could see the strain on her face. When he began rubbing one nipple against the other, the strain was replaced with sheer joy.
Moving quickly forward, he shoved the purpled tip of his cock against the artificial cunt formed by her tits. The passage could be made as tight as he wanted simply by pressing harder with his hands. He made it damned tight.
Groaning loudly, he shoved hard into that soft, hot titflesh cunt. If it hadn't been for his mouth leaving saliva all over her jugs, he wouldn't have been able to slide through as easily as he did. But the feeling of her pulsing tits all around his cock made up for any slight discomfort from that. He hesitated as his balls slapped against the slopes of her tits. He was as far as he could go.
Then he felt a pink tongue wetly stroke the very tip of his cock. The woman strained her neck and bent forward enough to lick the end of his prick. He held still as long as he could, then pulled back. Her titflesh seemed to want to stick to his cock, but he managed to get back through the passage without any problems.
He rammed back through as fast as he could. Fucking her tits was about the best thing he'd ever done. For years, he had ogled those boobs, fondled them, sucked on their tips, but never had he actually fucked them. Now he found out what he had missed for so long.
The in and out motion began to build up in tempo. Every trip through the clinging warmth of her tits made his prick shudder and demand release. He fought down the tide of his jism with an iron will. He wasn't going to come, not yet. He had a lot of fucking ahead of him and the woman was obviously willing.
The friction of her tits against his cock, along with the fleeting touch of her tongue on the very end of his cock, threatened to rob him entirely. He fucked faster and felt her body convulse under him. He'd gotten her off once again. He kept fucking until he was sure his balls would rupture.
Releasing the hold he had maintained with deadly strength on her tits, he watched as the twin mounds bobbled around like jello on a plate. His cock hurt him with the intensity of his need, but he wasn't going to waste his seed coming on her chest. Even if he could spurt into her mouth, that wasn't good enough. He wanted to cream in her tight, clutching pussy.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked in a warm, fuzzy voice tinged with a slight huskiness."
"To catch my breath." He looked down at her and wanted her more than ever. The twinge passing through his prick had to be controlled. The fire dancing merrily in the fireplace momentarily caught his attention and he was able to get a better control on his rampaging emotions. The light cast on her face highlighted it, showed the classic beauty of her nose and cheekbones. Thin lips that seemed cruel until they turned sensuous, beckoned to him.
He knew that she wouldn't complain at all if he stuffed his prick between those ruby lips to let her suck him off. But he didn't want that. He wanted to feel her cunt lips fluttering around the thick shaft of his prick, the clinging wetness of her cunt walls massaging his buried, fucking cock, the feel of her body responding to him as he fucked her.
His cock might have been an iron bar and her cunt a magnet from the way he felt drawn to move down her body and position himself between her well-fleshed thighs. He saw her lift her ass in anticipation of the powerful thrust that would send him surging all the way up into her cunt.
She could hardly wait for him. She wanted to make certain he didn't miss with that first stroke. She wanted to come alive to the feel of his fuck stick burning hotly the entire length of her pussy. The bear skin rug under her butt was prickly and harsh. It came as a relief to lift herself off it a little, especially if the promise of his cock was fulfilled.
"Go on," she told him. "Stuff it in. Fuck me good. You owe it to me."
"I owe it to you?"
"Sure. All that diddling around with my tits has made me so damned horny I'm about to go out of my skull. Now shut up and fuck me, damn you."
He laughed and moved forward slightly. She felt the knobby end of his prick slither along her cunt lips. The woman almost passed out from the joy of it. But he didn't ram into her cunt as she'd told him to. He seemed intent on teasing her with his rigid cock.
Her hips shot downward of their own accord. She wanted to feel the cock moving inside her. Anything she had to do to get it, she would. But he eluded her. He moved back and kept only the very tip of his cock pressed into her delicately scalloped pussy lips.
"I can't stand it," she moaned. Her entire body was shivering now, and not from the cold. She arched her back and presented her cunt to him in such a way that he couldn't turn down her all-consuming need. But he did.
She cursed him under her breath as his cock began to drag up and down her slick slit. He didn't penetrate her cunt lips but he continued to rub against them, getting his cock juicy with her fuck fluids. She knew her pussy was drooling obscenely now. She couldn't help it. Never had she hated him more than this moment-and never had she wanted him more, either.
When his mighty cock touched against her clit, she came. The tiny organ, pea-sized compared to his thick telephone pole-like organ, was battered around. He moved forward enough to duel with her clit. The match was one-sided. She came again.
"Do it! Fuck meeeee!"
Her words were punctuated with a sharp intake of breath. Without warning, she felt her outer pussy lips being split apart by his driving cock. The inner lips were actually carried in toward the depths of her cunt. And then her pussy walls were being stretched out of shape by the sudden entry of his fuck stick.
When his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass, she came back to her senses-a little. She felt her gut churning from the suddenness of the fucking. But she couldn't complain. The words jumbled in her throat and choked her. She had gotten what she demanded. Now all that remained was to enjoy this fucking to the utmost.
"I love it!" she cried. "I love it to death! Now ride me, ride me haaaard!"
He grunted as he began to stir his prick around in her juicy cunt like a spoon in a mixing bowl. She felt her insides striving to adapt to the motion of his cock. Her tender cuntal membrane stretched and expanded to take the thickness of his prick without tearing her apart. When she relaxed enough to really begin to enjoy the fucking, he was retreating.
She tried to stop his cock using her well-trained cunt walls. The tensing of her pussy slowed him down a little but it wasn't enough. The thick lubricants generated by her own cunt betrayed her. He was too slippery to hang onto in this way.
When only the thick head of his cock remained inside her cunt lips, he paused, gathered his strength, then rammed back into her cunt. She felt her body lifted off the rug. If the rug hadn't been so prickly, he would have scooted her entirely across the floor with that mighty shove. His cock was buried to the hilt in her tender cunt.
He pulled out a little faster than the first time. She felt the intense vacuum forming inside her. The lewd smacking noise of his prick broke the vacuum seal between cock and cunt filled the room. But she didn't care about that. He was lighting fires inside her body that refused to die down. The only way he could put them out now was by going all out and fucking her with all the strength locked up in his trim body.
"Like it, don't you, bitch?" he asked.
"Ummm, yes. Fuck meeeeee. I need to feel that swollen cock of yours in my cunt. Fuckiiiiing!"
"Like this?"
He showed her. His hips levered like a machine. He drove in with impressive speed, then pulled out equally as fast. Her entire body quivered now in response to the mighty fucking. She felt her heart beating faster. The way her cunt lips began to fill with blood, she was sure they would rupture. They didn't even when his prick warmed them with an even faster fucking tempo.
"I ... aaaaieeee!" she screamed as her body was seized in the ice and iron grip of orgasm still another time. This was bigger and better than the comes before. She felt her back arching and her entire body convulsing with the power of the come.
When she drifted back, she felt his prick racing even faster up and down her fuck channel. He was giving her all he had to offer. The walls of her cunt burned with the friction of the fucking. The tiny fires that had blazed in her guts before now exploded in a frenzy that threatened to totally devour her.
She began to lift her hips from the rug and drive her pussy mound down around the incoming prick. The effect was startling. The friction increased and the woman's body responded mightily. She came again, like an atom bomb exploding inside her cunt.
Her senses ripped and torn, she rode the winds or orgasm until she felt a wet mouth clamped onto her boobs again. Somehow, the man maintained the frantic pace of the fucking and was sucking on her nipples in rhythm with his fucking. She felt torn between the two ends of her body.
The heat from the fucking filled her belly like molten lead. It spread and raced up her spine. But the softer, more gentle sensations created by mouthing her tits was no less stimulating. It crept through her tender body and when it merged with the more potent effects of the cock fucking her pussy so hard, she erupted in climax once again.
This one blew the top of her head off. Never had she come like this, even in her younger days when she would fuck all night long. The woman thrashed around on the floor, her hips driving powerfully down to meet the incoming cock. Her entire body was convulsed in the most divine experience possible for a human being.
"More," she begged. "Give me more of that sweet fucking cock of yours. Moooore!"
He tried. His hips blurred with the speed of his fucking. The friction along the sides of his cock threatened to melt it to molten flesh. But he hardly cared. He drove on, his prick splitting apart her pussy lips to plunge down into the pink depths behind.
Then he suddenly stopped. His cock gave a hard twitch and he managed to fight back his come. This was too soon. He wanted to fuck her all night long as they had done when they were first married.
This might be something of a second honeymoon for them, but with two teenaged kids poking around, these moments of privacy were going to be few and far between.
"Not yet. I want to go the distance," he told her, pulling his cock from her pussy. He raised up to his knees, the prick dancing with ill-suppressed need in front of his crotch.
"What?" was all she could say, hardly believing him. Her pussy burned. She wanted cock. And she saw it. That was all she needed to know.
CHAPTER TWO
"God, Frank," moaned Georgette, "I feel so damned empty inside since you stopped fucking me. Please, I want more of that biiiig prick of yours." Her eyes hungrily looked at the cock jerking and shivering with lust. The light from the fire danced around the huge cock and made it appear to be dipped in silver.
That was a testimony to how juicy she was up the cunt. Her pussy still drooled obscenely at the thought of that swollen length of cock reaming her out. The fuck juices lubricating his cock now glowed with an inner light that made his cock appear to be that of some God.
"I bet you do. I know my prick is getting cold out here."
"It is?" she said eagerly. With one fluid motion, she came up to her knees and took hold of his prick in one hand, her lips slowly moving toward the purpled tip.
"Mmmmm, yeah, that's the way I like it. Give me a blow job. You're damn good at that, too."
She licked around the hooded glans and started down the side of his prick. Her cunt juices tasted tangy and salty to her. With his male musk taste coming from his prick, she couldn't think of anything that would turn her on like this.
When her tongue reached the tightly clenched bag holding his balls, she began to lightly flick her tongue tip across it. She could even feel the nuts trapped inside churning and tumbling wildly. The woman got the impression that the feathery caresses she gave him would be all he needed to get off.
She was a little disappointed when his prick didn't explode with volcanic fury.
"D-do you think Mike and Lynn will come back any time soon?" the man managed to ask. She didn't bother taking her mouth from his cock. At the moment, she didn't care if their two kids came back or not. They were old enough to know the facts of life. She secretly thought they were both more sexually active than either let on.
Kids were like that these days. She had been twenty-two before she'd lost her virginity. Lynn was only sixteen and Georgette wasn't sure that her daughter hadn't been fucking for over a year. She often had the look of a well-fucked woman when she came back from her dates. The woman didn't want to ask.
As to her son, Mike, he was seventeen and she was certain that one of his teachers had taken him aside when he was fifteen. The slut of a teacher had been suspended the next year for fucking with some of her students, but Mike had never said anything bad about her. In fact, there was always a kind of gleam in his eyes when her name was mentioned.
Georgette couldn't care less about that. She only hoped he enjoyed his first fuck. And she knew that, since the floodgates of the boy's sexuality had been opened, he hadn't slowed down. He probably fucked anything female that didn't protest too much. Georgette was sure that Mike had been sticking it to one of the school's cheerleaders for a long time. She hadn't seen them fucking like rabbits but the noises from the backyard that one night had been unmistakable.
They knew the score, those two kids did. What if they did happen in and see their parents, bare ass naked, fucking in front of the fire? This was both a vacation and a second honeymoon-money hadn't been long enough to go around for both. The two teenagers would probably do one of two things. Watch and enjoy or simply leave. Georgette doubted either of them would so much as mention it.
"I love the feel of your mouth up and down my cock," said Frank, "but you simply can't keep my prick warm enough. I want to sink it back into your pussy."
Strong hands lifted her and spun her around. She almost lost her balance and came out of it on hands and knees. This was all the invitation the man needed. He moved quickly, placing his hands on the insides of her tender thighs. He moved her legs apart and shoved forward, his cock penetrating her pussy from behind.
She shivered at the feel of his hairy legs rubbing up against her ass. Rolling her hips a little worked his legs against her behind and made her completely aware of his nearness. She sighed deeply as she shoved her hips straight back. The cock drove all the way up into her still juicy twat.
"Fuck me, Frank. I need it soooo!"
"Yeah, Frank baby, go on and fuck the little lady," came a cold voice from the doorway.
For a moment, Frank didn't figure out that others were in the room with them. His mind was directed towards fucking his wife and nothing more. Then the cold wind from the open doorway blew across his bare ass and sent shivers up his spine. Even his balls tightened up a little more, this time from the frigid winter air.
"What?" he said dumbly. Looking over his shoulder instantly deflated his hardon. Standing there were two men dressed in grey uniforms, each holding a revolver in his hand.
"You heard my buddy," said the taller of the two. "Henry told you to keep on fucking. Do it!"
"Who the fuck are you?" snapped Frank, more angry than afraid. He dismissed the guns in their hands as not being there. People didn't shoot others except in the movies.
"We're the ones who will fill you full of holes if you don't do what we say, the shorter of the pair commented. He cocked his gun and carefully took aim. All Frank could see was the muzzle of the gun. It appeared to the frightened man as being the size of a large fire hose.
"When Stan tells you to jump, you ask how high. Nothing more, stud. Now we both want to watch a good, live sex show. Let us see how two fine, upstanding citizens get it on. Get it, Henry, fine, upstanding citizens?" He laughed harshly.
"Frank," whispered Georgette, now rolled over onto her back and trying to cover her nakedness. "Who are these men? What are they doing? Why'd they barge in on us?"
"Lady, we enjoy being Peeping Toms, Stan and me do. But we got cold outside and figured you wouldn't mind us coming in and watching. Get back to your fucking. Just pretend like we ain't here, you know?"
He spun the cylinder in his gun so that Frank could get a good look at all the copper tipped bullets in it. Not a single chamber was empty. And the hammer was still pulled back and ready to fire.
"I ... I don't think I can." He looked down at his dead prick and knew the fright of having Stan and Henry come in had robbed him of his boner.
"We figure you'd better do something about it or we go for some target practice. And I know just the target to aim at." He sighted along the top of the gun, the front sight directly in line with Frank's cock. The man in front of the pistol got the message.
"We'd better do as they say, dear," he told Georgette. And under his breath added, "If I can!"
"I'll suck you hard again," she said. She placed a shaking hand on his thigh and moved her ruby lips down to his limp prick. Expertly, she sucked in her breath and caught the very tip of his cock inside her lips. She began to work her soft lips against his cock, then decided to gently chew on the limp flesh.
This worked. His cock began to stir with a new life. Her gnawing caused his cock to snap to rigid attention again in a few minutes. She didn't do it hard enough to hurt him but the stimulation was obvious.
"Hey, the stud's got his hardon back. Go on, lady, deep throat him. I want to see you take all that prick down your throat," urged Stan. The gun jammed into her side made Georgette swallow hard.
"Hell, man, that's no way to treat a lady," said Henry. "You shove the gun barrel where it'll do the most good!" He shoved his gun all the way up into her cunt. She thought she was going to faint when she felt that cold barrel driving in to her tenderest pussy walls.
"You filthy...." began Frank, then he stopped. He felt the cold steel of the gun poking between the muscular slabs of his ass.
"Unless you want me to greek you with the gun, shut up. And let her suck some more on your cock. We like seeing you both enjoy yourselves."
"Go on, dear, do as they say."
Georgette shook her head, a tiny cascade of auburn hair fluttering loose across her eyes. She didn't even bother to try and get it pushed back into place. The agony she felt with the hard steel barrel moving gently in her twat was bad enough, but the humiliation she felt was too intense to bear.
She sighed and went back to her husband's cock. This, at least, was something she understood, something she could do to take her mind off their terrible predicament.
The cock was still tasty from her own cunt juices. She licked and lapped at the long rod of hot cockflesh as if it were some sort of popsicle. The woman slowly began to forget the scene around her. She wanted to suck this cock she loved. It belonged to her and her alone. Nothing in the world was better than giving this man a blow job.
She began to face fuck herself. Lips pursed into an "O" allowed her to drive the hard spike of cock in and out without letting up on the suction. She sucked so hard on the end of his prick that her cheeks actually went hollow under the strain.
"That's the way, honey, that's the way," cheered on Henry. "I like the way you get into this. Real fine. Keep sucking!"
She was able to forget totally the barrel of the gun he moved in and out of her twat. He might be masturbating her with the gun but she could get off on the throbbing length of steely prick in her mouth. When the rubbery tip of the cock bounced off the roof of her mouth, she swallowed.
While no Linda Lovelace, she had learned how to take a man's prick without choking. She gulped at just the right time and felt the huge girth of cock pass her tonsils. With the cock fully buried down her throat, she couldn't breath. All she could do to stimulate that prick was swallow hard. The way her Adam's apple bobbed up and down massaged the most sensitive portion of the man's pecker.
"God, I wish she was doing that to me," came one of the gruff voices. "She really knows how to please a man. Look at the way his balls bounce off her chin. Shit, that's great."
"No more of that, honey," said the other. "Pull it out, stud, and go back to fucking her doggy style like you were doing when we came in. I like to see women fucked like bitches in heat."
The pistols convinced both Frank and Georgette to do as they were told. She carefully backed away and felt his prick snap free of her throat. Breathing hard, she took in huge gasps of air. Her head spun when one of the men shoved her to the prickly rug.
"Bare ass on bear skin. I like that. Go on and fuck her, stud, let's see how good you are."
"Don't let them rile you, Frank," she said in a low voice. "Let's just do like they say."
Georgette rose up onto hands and knees again, this time the anticipation of fucking gone totally. She knew that she had to let Frank fuck her like this, but it would be for these two men's benefit, not their own personal thrill. Still, to get rid of the, she would do anything, even make a spectacle of herself as they demanded. As long as they held the guns, she figured they could do anything they wanted.
"Stick it right in, yeah, that's the right hole. Good shot, stud. Now get it on."
Georgette heard a loud slap and felt Frank jerk forward. His prick drove mercilessly into her cunt. She shuddered with the impact of his body against hers. She figured that one of the men had spanked Frank across the ass to cause such a reaction.
Placing her head down on her crossed arms, she could close her eyes and imagine all this away. To just have Frank stuffing that long, hard, hot cock of his into her cunt from behind was heaven. She had to keep that in mind. They could simply think of how great a fucker he was and the rest would drift away.
The surge of his prick all the way up her juicy twat had sent a shock of delight through her body. It had been unexpected the way he had driven into her pussy. Now he pulled out, slowly, one inch at a time and making it sheer torture for her. The woman's pussy walls had suddenly expanded to take the huge girth of his prick, now it was contracting again as the prick departed.
She tensed up her cunt walls and tried to hang onto his prick. The attempt at stopping him failed as she knew it would but it gave them both so much pleasure just trying. She could ignore the other two men as long as Frank kept fucking her like this.
His prick entered, slower this time but with no slacking in power. The man's fucking left nothing to chance. He knew all the right tempos to get her hot, how to bring her off in a hurry, how to string her out sexually and make her beg for his prick if he desired.
Now his prick fucked with enough speed to give the friction they both wanted, but not so fast that would lose total control. She felt the sexual desires in her belly grow. The more she felt his prick rubbing along the velvety walls of her twat, the more she wanted him to break loose and fuck the living hell out of her.
"More," she moaned. "Give it to me faster! Fuck me goooood!"
"Yeah, stud," came the mocking voice, "don't you dare disappoint the little lady. If you do, we might get real pissed off at you. Fuck the shit out of her, damn you!"
There came another loud smacking noise and Georgette felt the man's prick jerk hard in her twat. She felt his muscles tense and the way his legs rubbed against her ass told her he was getting hotter and hotter. She felt the pressures herself. She could almost forget that the two men were standing and watching every intimate move they made.
Georgette heard a loud laugh but she didn't bother to look up. She felt the sweat beading on her forehead from the strain of fucking. The cock drilling deep into her twat made her feel more excited than she would have thought possible under the circumstances. He was fucking her with long, deliberate strokes that lit her inner fires and made her want even more.
"Listen to that, Stan. The little lady wants him to fuck her faster. Go on, stud, do what she says. We wanna see it!"
The cock driving so powerfully into her tight pussy throbbed with sexual power. He began fucking her with fast, short strokes designed to build up the friction as quickly as possible. She thought she would burn up he fucked her so fast.
A long, huge shudder passed through her. She felt her spine trying to arch and then she came. The emotional storm passed quickly and she soon felt the man's balls wetly slapping against her cunt lips as he drove in and out of her juicy cunt.
"Can't hold on much longer, dear," she heard him say. His voice sounded distant and then she realized that the blood was pounding so hard in her temples that it might have been the ocean's surf drowning out his words.
"Keep fucking, damn you," she moaned out. "I love that swollen prick in my poor little cunt!"
"Yeah, man, is her cunt tight. Real tight. She's no virgin, not the way she fucks like a rabbit," one of the convicts said. "But she don't have no gaping cunt hole, either. Looks nice and tight."
Georgette felt Frank's fingers tighten on her waist. The man was struggling to keep his temper. She felt his prick jerk dance around in the tight berth of her twat and knew he was at the breaking point. Either he would fly into a rage and do something stupid or he would come. She hoped it would be the latter.
To make sure he didn't try attacking the men with the guns, she began tensing and relaxing the cunt walls around his cock. She tightened up enough to feel each and every contour of his prick inside her pussy. The thick head of his cock felt like an arrow stuck into her guts. The hooded tip had expanded and pressed nicely into her tight passage. The thick shaft of his cock was hot and pulsed with a need that wasn't to be denied.
She relaxed and heard the man sigh in relief. The pressures she exerted on his hidden prick had to be pushing him to the limits. She didn't let him catch his breath, though. Tensing once more, she gave that cock of his the best erotic massage it had ever received.
"Gotta fuck, just gotta. Can't hold on any longer," he panted. She felt his fingers grip her as he pulled himself into her cunt. The wet, squishy noise filled the room and even drowned out the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace.
The two men watching cheered them on. She tried to ignore their crude comments but found it hard to do so. Frank apparently had forgotten all about them from the way he fucked her cunt now.
"Now!" he cried. The impact of his body against hers shook her and rattled her teeth. Then she felt the sweet, hot gush of his jism into her greedy little manhole. As he jetted out his come, she let the sensation of being filled to overflowing with his seed take her.
Together, they rocked through a mutual orgasm. She thought this was nothing short of a miracle in this situation. The two men watching them continued to make snide remarks and occasionally came over and prodded a tit with the end of one of their guns. She ignored the coldness of the muzzle and reveled in the heat filling her cunt.
Then it was all over. Frank's cock began to melt inside her like an icicle left out in the sun. When his prick finally dribbled from her cunt amid a flow of jism and her own fuck fluids, she collapsed forward onto the rough bear skin rug.
The itchy fur made her tits feel as if they were on fire. Millions of little ants crawled all over her sensitive tits and made her acutely uncomfortable. She didn't want to let the two convicts know this, though. They weren't above forcing her to stay on the rug just to torment her.
"Now that's what I call a real nice fuck act," said the one called Stan. "I liked it a hell of a lot."
"Ah, what the fuck do you know? You jerk off all the time. I bet you never had a woman all to yourself. You a virgin, shithead?"
"Fuck you, Henry," snapped Stan. "I had women before I was twelve.
For a moment, Georgette hoped that the two men would fight and allow her and Frank to escape. While it was cold outside and they were still naked, she would take the chance. Stan and Henry appeared to be dangerous men. The way they waved their guns around convinced her that they were used to using those pistols, too.
"I'm no virgin and I'll prove it. I'll fuck her so hard she'll beg me for more of my cock."
"Hell, man, you probably couldn't get it up. When was the last time you had a boner?"
"The last time you did was when that fag in your cell offered to suck you off!"
Georgette felt a numbness spreading throughout her body. She couldn't believe they were actually the captives of these two men. About the only consolation she could see to this was that both Mike and Lynn were still free and outside somewhere. Maybe they would see what was going on and leave for help. It was a long ways down the road but the kids could make it in an hour or two if they ran all the way.
CHAPTER THREE
"Fifty says I can."
"Fifty? Is that all you think you're worth, man?" laughed Stan. "I got a yard that says I can-and better."
"Shit. A hundred it is. Now how are we gonna do this? I mean, we got to do it just right."
"This lovely lady will be the judge," Stan said, running the cold barrel of his gun between Georgette's tits. The flesh turned bumpy with cold and sheer fright. He laughed as he stroked the muzzle of the gun over one of her erect nipples.
"Look at her. She's getting all excited just thinking about this fucking contest." Henry pressed the muzzle of his gun directly into one of the woman's nipples. The red nubbin of flesh fit perfectly into the gun. He pressed forward and sank the metal almost an inch into the soft titflesh under the nipple.
"Don't cry, sweetie," said Stan. "We're not gonna hurt you. It's a real shame to waste a fine piece of ass like you. Now take your old man, here, I could get rid of him and never miss him at all."
"Don't hurt him!" blurted Georgette, instantly hating herself for saying it. They were just trying to make her afraid. Both of them laughed at her until she began to cry.
"What do you two want with us?" demanded Frank. "You're obviously escaped convicts from the way you talk. Staying here will only make it easier for you to be captured. Wouldn't it be better for you to try and put more miles between you and the prison?"
"Listen to the philosopher, Stan. Okay, mister, a couple of facts of life. This is winter, right? It's gonna snow real soon now. That means they can't use dogs. When the snow comes down, that will get rid of any trail we might have left. So they'll be looking for us from helicopters and have road blocks on all the roads. We stay here for a while and maybe they think we've already gotten out. That's smart. What you said is dumb."
"You can't hold us prisoners here forever," cried Georgette. "Let us go. We won't say anything to the authorities about you even being here."
"Listen to the dumb cunt, Henry. I can't believe she said that. She must be watching too much television. It's warped her head."
"Yeah, lady, it goes down like this. We don't care if we kill you or not. We already wasted a guard so they're after us for sure. And nobody would be stupid enough to think you wouldn't make a beeline straight for the nearest cop if we let you go."
"So what are you going to do with us?"
"Depends. If you go along, we just tie you up and let you work yourselves free. If you don't cooperate with us, well." He held the gun up and pointed it directly at Frank's head.
"Please," pleaded Georgette, "don't do that!"
"So you'll play along with us?" demanded Stan. "You won't try nothing dumb like escaping?"
"No, no, we'll do whatever you want. J-just don't hurt us!"
"That's the way I like to hear 'em talk," he said, smiling broadly. "Now let's get back to our bet. A hundred bucks says I'm better. Okay?"
"You're on," agreed Henry. "But who goes first?"
"Maybe we should leave that up to her," he said tossing his head in Georgette's direction.
The woman pushed a strand of auburn hair from her eyes and looked at them, not understanding what they were talking about. She started to say something, and then realized what these men intended to do. She pressed her hand against her lips and gasped out, "No, you can't do that!"
"Just wait and see, sweetie. I figure Henry there might like to go first. He's not that good a fucker, you see, and I don't mind sloppy seconds. I figure he'll get you warmed up a little and then I can come in and really pleasure you."
"You ... your bet! You want me to tell you who's the better lover?"
"That's one way of putting it, lady," said Henry already stripping off his jeans. "We got a hundred bucks on this so you'd better tell us straight. Now on your back and get those legs spread for old Henry. I'm gonna fuck you till you shit and piss with joy!"
Georgette couldn't restrain her horror at what the men were saying. She stood and ran. She presented an erotic figure to the two men, her tits bobbing and bouncing as she ran naked through the small cabin. Her ass tightened and made her look like the very picture of a woman they'd love to fuck the hell out of. Stan didn't hesitate. He was after her in a flash.
She had no chance to escape. He caught her and strong, merciless hands grabbed her tits from behind. He pulled her down and his weight pressed her to the floor.
"That was stupid. Now you're just making it harder for the two of you," he said. "Gimme that rope over there." He waited until Henry prodded Frank with the gun and made the man toss over a coil of rope. Stan looped it around Georgette's wrists and pulled it tight enough to cut her circulation off. Then he ran a strand around her neck and cinched it up as tight as he could. She was helpless now.
"Go on, Henry. I'll watch to make sure she doesn't get away from you, again."
"Can it, for Christ's sake. I had my pants down around my ankles. How the fuck am I supposed to chase the broad when I couldn't even walk?"
"That's not my problem. And your problem now is fucking her better than me. I can see that hundred bucks now. All mine."
"Shit," Henry said under his breath as he went to the cowering Georgette. Louder, he told her, "This is going to be the fuck of your life, sweetie. Just wait and see!"
He roughly lifted her and dropped her onto the table so that the edge of her butt was balanced precariously. Her legs dangled down and he moved between them. His hands forced apart her legs so that he could get his prick up close to the pink gates leading into her pussy.
"Ummm, you're wet for me, huh? I like that. Saves having to dry hump you."
"You ... you beast! You animal!"
He callously slapped her. She felt her lip split as her head jarred back. Collapsing to the table top opened her legs up nicely for him. She felt his ugly cockhead nudging into her cunt lips. She vowed she wouldn't like this, not at all. But when his prick entered her pussy, she gasped. The feel of his cock was much like that of another. All that had changed was the way she was getting fucked.
This wasn't lovemaking, this was rape. She hated the man doing this to her. It wasn't right that he should take advantage of her helplessness in this way. With her hands tied, she couldn't even try to scratch his eyes out. And the way he laughed! That shamed her more than the actual act of stuffing his prick all the way up her cunt.
"Ummm, yeah, this is a snug cunt. I like that. I figured you would have a loose, floppy cunt from the way you and stud over there were fucking. I guess maybe my cock's a lot larger than his, huh? Tell me!"
He jerked forward and lifted her butt off the table with the impact of his stroke. She groaned and found it impossible to say a. word. She had never been more humiliated in her life. She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. Sure, like other women, she'd had rape fantasies all her life.
A fantasy was something to enjoy, to live with and cherish. To have a man totally dominant over her, to force her to do the things he wanted was nice. But those things were what she wanted to do, too. The anonymity of such a fantasy rape was what thrilled her. She wouldn't know the man and there wouldn't be any involvement. Just straight ahead, simple fucking in the form of rape.
Henry's cock seemed filthy to her. That horrid fuck stick drove into her tender pussy and ravaged it brutally. She didn't want him fucking her. The idea of him doing this to her without her approval made her sick to her stomach. And what was simply worst of all was that her body responded to his cock by manufacturing more and more of her thick, oily lubricants.
His cock stroked easily back and forth in her cunt. The liquid slushing sounds betrayed her arousal to Frank. She was ashamed and degraded.
She was responding to the man raping her. And she couldn't hide that fact from her own husband.
"God, this is a nice pussy," moaned out Henry. "Been a long time since I felt one this good."
"Been long time since you fucked anything but that fag in your cell, man," laughed Stan.
"Yeah, I know. I wish this piece of ass had been available to me. I'd have stayed in the slammer then! Hot, God, she's got a hot twat. Burning my cock off."
Georgette tried to close her eyes and forget what was happening to her but she couldn't. There was no way of dismissing the feel of his heavy cock fucking back and forth in her pussy. The way her hands were tied behind her back hurt like hell, but the real hurt was mental and emotional. She was being used. To this man, she was no more than a hole to stuff his prick into. The woman didn't know if all the talk between the two convicts was true or not.
To be raped by a man who fucked animals. And other men. She almost passed out from the shame of it all.
Then she felt the hot surge of his come blasting into her. She was a little surprised that he had gotten off so fast, then she knew it might have been a long time since he'd fucked a woman. That could explain it.
"Hell, that was a fine fuck," Henry said. "You like it, didn't you?" He shoved his pistol up against one of her tits, cold and hard. She strained to get away from the gun barrel and found she couldn't as long as he stayed between her wide-spread legs the way he was.
"None of that, friend," said Stan. "I should have used a stop watch to see how fast you got off. You been in too many circle jerks or something. You were faster than Superman ever could have been."
"Yeah, that's me, faster than a speeding bullet. But shit, it felt good, that cunt all around my pecker again."
"Get off her and give me my chance. And watch out for her old man. I think he's getting ideas about jumping us."
"Don't be a dead hero. Live cowards can always tell their grandkids about it all. Catch my meaning?" Henry never took his eyes off Frank as he pulled up his pants.
"That was probably better than you get from your old man," said Stan, "but now the real pro is going to show you how to really fuck. You're gonna win me that hundred bucks easy."
"Don't do this to me, please," pleaded Georgette. She was beginning to feel the full effects of being tied and raped. The way her shoulder muscles ached threatened to drive her out of her mind. The muscles in her upper arms cramped and knotted and the loop of rope around her neck chaffed unmercifully. Her cunt was even beginning to feel strange. Not since she'd had her cherry popped so long ago had she felt this much pain in her pussy.
"We'll do any fucking thing we please, lady. Now get those spread for a real cocksman." Stan pressed his revolver into the soft flesh of her inner thighs to make sure she obeyed him. Reluctantly, she opened her pussy to him.
The lewd smile on his lips sickened her. He was getting off on just seeing her humiliated like this. When he touched her delicate inner pussy lips with the gun, she flinched. Gooseflesh rippled across her belly and all the way up her spine. She felt debased and wanted nothing more than for the man to pull the trigger.
Death would be more welcome now than having him rape her like his partner had done.
"You want me to kill you, don't you?" Stan said, as if reading her mind. "I'm not going to waste a piece of ass like you. Why, Henry over there would never forgive me. We can use you a dozen times more before we split."
He dropped the gun and bent down. He scooped up her legs and dangled her knees over his shoulders so that she was bent double on the table. In this position, her cunt was more widely exposed than ever before. She moaned but he didn't seem to take notice of that.
"God, what a pussy," he said. "I can't wait to get into it!"
He pushed forward and his cock missed its target to go skittering along her well-oiled cunt lips. She shuddered and this time she wasn't sure what it was from. It might have been fear again, but she thought, with a dull shock, that it was probably lust. She would respond to whatever these men did to her. It was terrifying that her body could betray her like that. She hated them. She didn't want them fucking her like this. But every time they came to rape her, she responded.
Her pussy overflowed with cunt juices as he rammed the head of his huge cock into her twat. She gasped as he plunged deep, burying his cock up to the balls in her. Never had she felt a man enter her so deeply as he was doing now. An added bonus was the strange angle that his prick seemed to bend. It stimulated parts of her cunt that had seldom been touched by a man's prick.
She responded fully to him. Moaning, biting her already split lip, she called out, "Do it, damn you, if you're going to fuck me, do iiiiiiit!"
He began poling in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. She felt his cock inside her, though, and it wasn't as well controlled as the fucking rhythm he used. The cock lurched and quivered with a lust that she wouldn't have believed possible. She got a clue in that as to how long this man had been without a woman.
She felt sorry for him, but she also wished it was someone else he had chosen to rape. Trying to cope with the idea of him fucking her when she didn't want any part of it was too much for her. She blacked out mentally for a few seconds. When she came back to he was fucking her cunt with even more demanding strokes.
"Damn, she's hot and tight," he grunted. "I feel like she's going to burn me to a nubbin. Hot, damned hot. But I love the way her cunt clutches at my cock. Makes me feel damned good. Damned goooood!"
She wished she could say the same. The way he held her bent double on the table was painful. The man's forward motion pressed her upper legs hard against her hot tits. Each fucking stroke mashed her tits to her chest and increased the tension against her hands, still tied behind her back. She couldn't even toss her head from side to side because of the strand of rope around her neck. If she tried to move too much, she would choke herself to death.
She had to admit that she'd never felt a more vibrant cock inside her pussy. The position he held her in made sure that she felt every single inch of his cock as it drilled deeply into her innermost reaches. He rubbed lasciviously against her cunt walls, then stirred his prick in a rotary motion before slowly pulling out.
Gasping with a passion that was alien to her, she hated and loved the feel of that cock at the same time. She couldn't figure out what he was doing to her. She didn't want him raping her and yet her cunt begged for more of his sweet, fucking prick.
"Can't hang on too much longer. You ... you takin' notes on this screwing, Henry?" he demanded.
"Shit, I don't need the likes of you to show me nothing."
"Gotta come. Just gotta!"
And then Georgette felt his cock snap rigidly to attention inside her curving cunt. The blast of lava-hot jism whitewashed her pussy walls and made her gasp in reaction. She almost came-almost. But the dread of being raped prevented her from getting off all the way.
When she felt the steely spike of cock inside her begin to go limp, she sighed. It was almost over. They couldn't possibly want to do any more to either her or Frank. They'd gotten their rocks off. The two convicts should be happy. They would tie her and Frank up and then leave.
Georgette sighed. At least these two evil men hadn't found out about Mike and Lynn. For that, even getting raped twice was worth the price.
CHAPTER FOUR
"There, that should hold them for a little while," said Henry, looking at the bound couple. Frank was securely tied to a kitchen chair, his hands and ankles immobile. With Georgette, they had worked a little differently. She was held spreadeagle across the top of the table, each wrist and ankle tied to a different leg of the table.
"What are you going to do with us?" demanded Frank.
"Cut your friggin' tongue out if you don't keep quiet," snapped Stan. "I want to get some sleep. It's a hell of a long ways up here through the forest. And with the snow storm on the way, the wind is getting cold out there. Now shut up and give us some peace."
"Aw, hell, man," said Henry, "let's have some fun first." He went to the mantle and took down a large candle. Stroking it as if it were a huge prick, he grinned evilly.
Georgette saw him staring at her wide-spread pussy and knew immediately what he was going to do. Fear in her eyes, she cried out, "You can't do that. You can't!"
She felt the huge girth of the candle pressing waxily into her pussy lips. Trying to escape got her nowhere. She was too tightly bound to the table. When the candle separated her cunt lips, she screamed. When it drove hard into her cunt and threatened to tear her delicate inner membranes, she screamed even louder. The sounds were drowned out by the man's laugh and the rising howl of the wind outside.
When he began fucking her with the candle, she passed out. The pain in her twat was more than she could bear. The feel of her own inner heat starting to reshape the candle did little to reassure her.
"I don't like that at all," said Stan. He took the candle from the protesting Henry's grip. Then Henry shut up and only smiled when he saw what Stan had in mind. The man went to the fireplace and held the candle in the leaping flames.
In a moment, the candle had been lit. The tiny flame danced around uncertainly, then blazed out with its own light. He walked back to where the bound woman struggled weakly on the table. With a slow move designed to let her know the full terror of what he was doing, he moved the candle flame closer and closer to her pussy.
"You've got a hot pussy, sweetie, now let's see it burn!"
She screamed as the flame licked across her cunt lips. She felt the sensitive flesh begin to blister and burn. The stench of her charred pussy fur came up and she was sure he was going to kill her. The pain jetting into her body was worse than anything she had ever experienced before. With her clit exposed to the flame, she knew she was going to perish.
As she passed out again, Stan took the flame away from her bush. "I just wanted to see how hot she really was," he repeated for Frank's benefit. "Bet you never got that cunt so hot with your cock."
"You scum," snarled Frank. He was rewarded with a hard slap across the face that made his head ring.
"Don't talk to my friend like that," said Henry. "He got me out of the slammer and he can do anything he likes now that we're on the outside looking in."
"I hope they burn both of you," said Frank, spitting blood onto the floor.
"Burn us? That's a laugh. Just because we killed a cop? Shit, man, the worst they'd do to us these days is try to rehabilitate us. Murder's only worth about eight years of hard time. Since it was a prison guard, they might make it ten. That's all a life sentence is. You're living in a dream world."
Frank started to say something in retort when he heard feet scraping on the porch outside. Mike and Lynn had returned. He opened his mouth to scream and warn them but he was too late. A smelly rag soaked in oil was crammed into his mouth by Stan, who had also heard the teenagers outside.
"On the other side of the door, Henry," he ordered. "Let's see who our visitors are."
The door swung open and Lynn called out, "Hey Mom, Dad! We're back. It's starting to snow outside. Really hard, too."
"Where are you?" came Mike's voice.
Then they saw their father bound naked to the chair, the rag gagging him. Mike might have seen their mother tied spread-eagle on the table, too, before the hard steel barrel of a .38 poked into his back.
"Don't try anything funny, kids, and nobody gets hurt. Otherwise, you all go down. Got that?"
"But, Mom! Dad!" cried Lynn. She was brutally shoved and fell onto the wooden floor. From this position, it was easy to see how fully developed a woman she was. Her tits impudently shoved hard against her blouse and, even with a heavy coat on, anyone could tell those tits were like her mother's.
The tight fitting jeans might have been spray-painted on. The flare of her ass was enough to give a bronze statue a hardon. She rolled over and sat up, rubbing her elbow. As her coat fell open, the men behind her saw that she was even prettier than her mother. She had her father's blonde hair and her mother's deep blue eyes. Lynn was a picture of innocence. That suited both the men just fine.
"Look at that, will you, Stan?" Henry smiled and began to walk around the fallen girl. "She's about the prettiest thing I ever saw in my whole goddamned life."
"Sure is," agreed the other convict. "What do you think she's good for, besides looking at?"
"I bet she's a first class cocksucker. Either that or a first rate cock teaser. Hard to tell. Which is it, girl? Do you suck or tease pricks?"
"Who are you?" she demanded hotly. Under their gaze, she felt undressed, naked like her mother and father. She pulled the coat tighter around her lush body but this only accentuated her curves and made them even hornier to torment her.
"None of that," said Stan, pulling her hands away from the coat. "We like to see what the merchandise is like." He pulled off her coat and tossed it aside. Then he ran his fingers down the front of her flannel shirt until he had one hand over each of her tits. Pressing it, the nipples popped out in bold relief.
"Just as I thought," said Henry. 'The chick's not wearing a bra. Damn, but these youngsters develop fast."
"And I'll put a bullet through the other one if he takes one more step toward that door." Mike had been inching back the way he'd come, hoping that the convicts wouldn't notice him while they tormented his sister. He had been wrong. The unmoving barrel of the .38 pointed directly at his head.
"Now that your brother's taken care of for the moment, let's answer the question we posed earlier. How good are you at sucking cock?"
"Shit, Stan, she's not going to answer a thing like that. She's a good girl, aren't you, kid? Let her off easy. Just make her show you!"
Stan prodded the girl with his gun toward where Frank sat in the straight backed wooden chair. "There's a man who needs your loving mouth. Give him a blow job."
"Yeah, give your old man a blow job!" echoed Henry eagerly.
"You can't make her do a terrible thing like that," snapped Frank. "Dammit, I'm her father!"
Strong hands clamped on the back of Lynn's head and guided her toward the man's crotch. Frightened eyes looked up at her father. When he didn't answer, she knew the situation was as bad as she feared it was. While she hardly thought this was some sort of a joke, she had been hoping it was a bad dream. Now she was sure it couldn't possibly be.
Strands of her honey blonde hair fell into her eyes and obscured the target. Her daddy's prick was limp and sleeping between his strong thighs. She didn't want to suck on his prick, but the hand on the back of her head wouldn't give her any peace until she did. Hesitantly, she reached out with her tongue and lightly licked along the topside.
"That's the way, sweetie. We like to see a young girl and her father getting it on. Go on and suck him hard."
The hand pushed her head down even harder.
She found her face fully in her daddy's crotch now. She couldn't avoid his prick even if she wanted to. With a quick loop of her tongue, she snared the limp fire hose of cock and pulled it between her lips. The salty, tangy taste wasn't strictly that of male musk. She had a hard time identifying it until she remembered she'd seen her mother naked on the table. If her daddy had been fucking, this was dried cunt juice as well as his jizz caking his prick.
Something snapped inside the girl. She didn't want to do this yet it was too exciting for her not to respond. She felt her cunt begin to sluggishly flow as her arousal grew. Her tits pressed hard against the tight blouse. The nipples filled out with excited blood as her heart pumped faster and faster. She knew she shouldn't respond to the convict's brutal request, but she was, anyway.
"Damn, look at those lips suck on his prick. I knew she was a hot cocksucker."
Her tongue spiralled around the purpled knob at the end of her daddy's prick. The blood was beginning to flow into his cock faster now and she could feel the hot cock inflating with blood. No longer was it limp. Half-erect, it throbbed with desire.
Desire for her.
She had always loved her daddy and often wondered what it would be like to have his heavy body drop down on top of hers in bed, his huge prick seeking out her pussy mound. The cock would rub against it and she would begin to ooze out her fuck fluids.
She'd always wanted his cock, secretly. It had been one of those things she hadn't believed possible. Now it was happening and she couldn't control herself enough to be outraged that she was being forced into sucking on his boner.
"Look at her go!" exclaimed Henry. "Shit, this is fun! Suck harder, kid, suck him off! I wanna see him spurting off into your face!"
She barely heard the man goading her on. The taste of the male cock in her mouth was stimulation enough for her. Her own father. Incest. His prick pressing between her lips. She loved it. She sucked harder. Her father's cock.
The words jumbled in her mind as she let her tongue flash and snap all over the tip of his cock. She traced around the rim of his glans, then worked lower along the sides of his prick. The tiny veins throbbed with secret desire. He wanted to face fuck her. She knew it. Just like in her dreams, he wanted to fuck her.
Her tongue lightly touched the man's hairy bag containing his balls. She could feel the tumbling and lurching of his nuts inside. Taking her mouth away from the purpled knob on the end of his cock, she pressed her lips into that tiny sac. The activity inside convinced her he was getting as much of a kick out of this incestuous lovemaking as she was.
The words rattled around inside her head until she thought she would go out of her mind. How she'd wanted this. The teenaged studs in her high school weren't much when it came to fucking. No staying power, they'd shove their cocks into her cunt and fuck a few times and that would be it. She knew it had to be better than that.
His prick certainly tasted good. She licked harder along the side of his cock, feeling the skin ripple under her rough, pink tongue. He was moaning louder now, the words jumbling in his throat. That goaded her to give him even more mouth love. He wanted her to give him head. She wanted to give him the best possible.
"Shit, I wouldn't have believed it. She does that like they been going at it for years."
"Maybe they have. You know how these so-called liberated families are today. You hear about families fucking their brains out. All of them like rabbits. Shit, look at her gobbling up his cock. Do you really think this is the first time she's done that? Hell, no!"
"You perverts!" screamed Mike, trying to shove them aside and get to his sister. "What are you saying? She's a good girl. She's never done anything like that before!"
"Shut up, kid, and watch. You might get an education. See how a pro gives head? Shit, she might be hooking on the side to make a few extra bucks. She sure sucks prick good, too good for an amateur."
Lynn knew what was going on in the cabin but she was too caught up in giving her daddy the best head ever to take much notice. Her tongue stroked against the side of his cock and then worked back to the bulbous tip. She tried to shove her pink, darting tongue down his piss-slit. She knew it wasn't possible but simply trying got them both a little hotter.
Without hesitation, she slid back down the other side of his cock, her tongue flashing and licking as she went. She batted the tiny bag containing his balls around a little more and realized he was about at the end of his control.
She went back to the very end of his cock and sucked in the entire head. Her ruby lips clamped firmly on his prick and formed a vacuum seal. When her cheeks went hollow with the suction she applied to her daddy's prick, the two convicts cheered and applauded her.
"Damn fine head, yeah," one of them said.
"Wish she was clamped on my prick that way," the other replied.
She sucked even harder and began to bob her head up and down. Face fucking herself, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Cradling her tongue around his thick, manly prick allowed her to get much of him into her wet mouth.
"Don't do this, Lynn," her father begged. "You will only make them demand more of you."
"Shut up, mister, and enjoy your daughter's mouth. Hell, there're men out there in the real world who would give a fortune to have a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed teenager sucking on their pricks. And you're her daddy. Don't knock it, enjoy it!"
Her head moved rapidly up and down his long cock now. She fucked her face with all the power she could. Her lips pressed in a tight ring around his thick prick. The rubbery tip bounced off the roof of her mouth and once threatened to go all the way down her throat. She knew she couldn't handle that without choking, so she backed off a little. But to give him more of a thrill, she sucked even harder.
The man groaned loudly and sobbed aloud. She felt his cock jerk boldly, then stiffen even more. She hardly believed it when his prick erupted and sent geyser after geyser of flaming hot man seed into her mouth. Greedily, she sucked up his jism.
But this wasn't good enough for the two convicts. One of them grabbed a handful of her honey blonde hair and pulled her face away from the fountaining prick. The jizz spattered all over her face. It even hit her forehead and dribbled down into her eyes.
"Yeah, that's the way I like to see it. Daddy coming all over daughter's sweet little face. But it is so messy. Why don't you lick it all off her face, daddy-kins?"
Stan pulled Lynn erect and shoved her face down to her father's. The ominous click of a gun cocking convinced the man these were desperate criminals who wouldn't stop at rape. Murder meant nothing to them. He hesitantly began to lick his own come off his daughter's face. The salty, slightly acrid taste of his own jism surprised him. He was revolted by what he was being forced to do to his daughter, but the taste was nowhere near as bad as he'd thought it would be.
"There, all clean," said Henry.
"Not so fast. Her mouth's probably still full of that shit. Give her a nice, big kiss, daddy. A French kiss."
Stan shoved Lynn's face back down to Frank's. For a moment, they both stared myopically at each other, then the girl opened her lips in wanton invitation. The man couldn't refuse that. He kissed her with his lips slightly open.
Lynn surprised her father by driving her tongue out and into his mouth. For a moment, he was confused, then he began to respond. By the time their salivas had mixed, sweet and heady as wine, they were pulled apart.
"Don't get off too much on that, blondie. You might get to like it and hate yourself for it later."
"Yeah, it is incest. Of course, it's not like you were fucking your brother or something."
The two convicts turned and looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Lynn and Mike felt panic seize them.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Stan.
"I guess so. I never saw a brother and sister fucking. That would be really kicky wouldn't it?"
Both men laughed and turned on Mike, cowering beside the door. He cast a frightened glance at first one, then the other, before bolting and trying to escape. Stan and Henry were too fast for him. They grabbed his arms and pulled Mike to the floor.
"Don't fight it, kid. This is going to be fun. Don't tell me you haven't had secret little thoughts about fucking that lovely sister of yours? Hell, no high school kid could do better than that sweet ass, believe me."
Mike was sick to his stomach. What Stan said was true, but he hated to admit it, even to himself. How could anyone-any red-blooded male-stay close to such a beautiful girl and not entertain thoughts of slipping into bed with her, stroking strong hands over her tender, inner thighs and then rolling on top of her? To feel his cock sink all the way up into her honey-blonde -rimmed pussy would be sheer heaven and he knew it.
The nights he'd had wet dreams, it had always been about his sister. Once, he had seen her naked in the shower. The temptation to stand and watch as she washed was great, but he had left. The remembered sight of her cherry-red nipples jutting out from snowy white jugs was almost more than he could bear.
And the way the blonde triangle of her bush pointed erotically downward between those well-formed thighs was enough to give him a hardon just thinking about her. He shouldn't have such thoughts. He was her brother. Lynn was his younger sister. He couldn't fuck her, no matter what evil thoughts he kept locked up in his head.
But the two convicts had other ideas.
"Strip his pants off, Stan. I want to see the two of them fucking like rabbits. I bet they can, too. Look at the muscles on this one." He gripped Mike's upper arm with an iron hand.
"Forget his muscles, you damned fairy. Look at her ass. And those knockers are really something. You want to cornhole the kid while I fuck his sister?"
"Naw, I'd rather watch him fucking her. At least for starters. I'm still worn out from fucking their old lady." Georgette stirred on the table, still in a dead faint.
"Right." With a strong move, he ran his fingers into the neckline of Lynn's blouse and tugged. The buttons went skittering around the floor like runaway marbles. Revealed was her chest and the twin mounds of glorious tit crested with coppery disks of her aureolas. He reached out a calloused hand and gently tweaked one of the nipples between thumb and forefinger.
When the girl tried to back away from his touch, he squeezed down as hard as he could. She cried openly at the pain lancing into her chest. Her entire tit felt as if it had been filled with acid burning away at her flesh.
"Don't ever shy away from me, girl. Never. I'll make you regret it if you ever do again."
"You son of a bitch," she muttered. He heard her and laughed. That made her feel even worse than if he'd hit her. She couldn't wound him with words. What weapon was left to her as long as he held the gun?
"Strip off those jeans, girl. I want to see those nice legs of yours. And that ass, too."
She did as she was ordered. Hands shaking with nervous strain, she began to slide the jeans off her hips. Whether she'd ever felt more naked and alone or not is a matter of conjecture. She couldn't remember ever being more helpless in her life. With the two men staring at her in open lust, she felt like a slab of beef being inspected.
When she saw Mike's open-eyed stare, she knew what was going through his mind. She had secretly lusted after her older brother. The times she'd seen the girls he dated and told herself she was better.
How she'd wished he would get up the nerve and come to her some night.
They could have fucked all night long. She longed for that huge prick of his being shoved between her legs and all the way up into her cunt. Once, she had seen him while he was dressing. That huge cock of his fascinated her. It was easily larger than any of the self-proclaimed studs she'd dated in school.
Now it seemed she would get her wish. Her brother would ball her, but it wouldn't be because either of them desired it. It would be strictly for the sick pleasure of the two convicts.
"Shit, I never saw a chick stacked like that before. She's a fucking goddess, I tell you."
"Well, if she's so great, why isn't he sporting a nice boner? His cock's deader than a doornail." Henry flicked the youth's prick with the front sight of the gun. Mike had to take a firm grip on his rampaging emotions to keep from fainting at the touch. To have that gun so close to his balls-and cocked and ready to fire-made him uneasy. The slightest pull on the trigger and his days would be over.
"Make her suck him hard. She's got a fine mouth." Stan poked Lynn in the ribs to mover her over by her brother. "Go on, sweetie, suck on your brother-dear for us. Show us both how you can get him hard."
She licked her lips. Mike's frightened face staring up at her relaxed a little. It was as if some silent communication passed between them and they shared all their secret longings. He knew she had lusted after him in that instant. She wanted his prick more than she cared to admit. And she knew he had seen her naked and desired her body. That put things on a slightly less terrifying plane for them.
Hesitantly, doing this now for the first time, she bent over her brother's crotch. Her golden hair cascaded down and veiled his cock. Stan immediately pushed the hair out of the way and snapped, "We like to see what's going on."
She didn't bother with him any more. She took her brother's cock in her hands as if it were some sort of a religious relic. She fondled and caressed his balls, limp and jelly-like in her hands. Then she his cock to her mouth. This wasn't a cock, not yet. It was only a cock good for pissing, but she would change that. It would become a full-fledged cock ready for her now juicy cunt.
She knew the position she was in pushed her ass up into the air and that Henry was getting more than an eyeful. When he began rubbing over her bare ass with one hand and stuffing his middle finger all the way up her cunt, she almost said something to him. But the sight of Stan holding the gun trained on her and Mike made her catch her breath. No matter what these vile men did to them, they would have to obey.
The girl went back to her brother's limp cock. She bounced it around a few times, then stuffed it into her mouth. The feel of the finger fucking in and out of her pussy turned her on more than she wanted to admit. Also, the feel of his hands cupping her asscheeks made her glow with an inner warmth. She eagerly sucked on her brother's cock, some of the energy coming from the furious action going on inside her twat.
Mike groaned as she began to really apply the suction to his prick. She felt the sluggish organ stir, then come to half-attention. The cock was pulsating but still failed to grow into full erection. She guessed it was due to Stan and Henry watching them so closely. Lynn hated to admit it to. herself, but the idea of having an audience while she and her brother fucked turned her on more than it turned her off.
She had always been something of an exhibitionist. This was the ultimate in showing off. Both of them were bare ass naked and she was hungrily eating his cock. What more could there be?
Her cunt twitched at the thought. She knew what the next act in their little passion play would be. They would really get it on. She could feel his huge prick driving all the way into her cunt now. No silly, thin little finger that cock. It was vibrant, virile and it would be all hers when she got him up for it.
"Ummm, God, Sis, can you really suck! I never thought it would be this ... this good!"
She smiled around the plug of prick in her mouth. His cock stiffened a little more. He was forgetting the circumstances of this mouth love. Her tongue rolled around the rim of his glans and made the cock jerk to full erection. Bouncing her head up and down, she fucked her face until she got some response from her brother's hips. When he started lifting off the floor to ram his prick even deeper into her face, she knew he had overcome his fear and was getting really hot for her.
"Atta girl," came the rude cheering from one of the convicts. "I love to see two kids really getting it on."
"Yeah, you fucking pervert," laughed the other one. "Sometimes I think you got busted for peeping on the kids up at lover's lane. Ever see any nookie up there to match hers?"
Lynn jumped a little when the finger up her cunt flexed. She spread her legs involuntarily as the finger began drilling and reaming deeper into her pussy. Her soft inner legs ran wet with her fuck fluids now. They leaked out around the finger and dribbled down her legs.
She had to lift her face off her brother's groin. His cock now jutted upwards at a jaunty angle. She worked her head around in a circle so that she would be twisting his skin around his cock. She felt the cock give one huge jerk and for a second, she thought he was going to lose it all.
"Shit," the youth mumbled under his breath, "that was close. You've got a hot mouth, Lynn. Damned hot."
"I know. Just you hang in there, Mike. I want to feel this fucking me. We'll show those bastards!"
Her hot breath gusted through the tangled mat of his pubic hair and made him even more aware of her feminine presence. Her tongue never rested. It darted here and there touching and caressing, making him come fully alive to her. Ruby lips softly stroked up and down the length of his prick and made him even hotter to fuck her.
His mind wandered. No matter that his father and mother were watching this depraved, incestuous fucking. All that he could think of was how lovely his sister was. Her blonde hair and the startling blue eyes turned him on in a big way. But the sight of her mother naked got to him even more. Her tits were big enough to get lost between, but they didn't slop around loosely. Her jugs were firm and young and were just begging for him to stuff his mouth down on them and suck. He could barely see the ample curve of her bottom from where he lay. But he knew that it was lovely. Every time she'd walked away from him while dressed in those impossibly tight jeans, he had marvelled at the perfection of her ass.
She had the roll down just right. He still remembered the first time he had really noticed her. He had creamed in his pants. Embarrassed beyond words, he hadn't said a word to her for a solid week. She still didn't know what she'd done to deserve such treatment. He hadn't been mad at her, just angry at himself for having so little control.
That, in part, had made him go out and knock off all the ass he could. He wanted iron control when it came to women. While he was far from it, he was learning. He could keep from jetting off into Lynn's mouth now simply because of all the chicks he'd balled.
He glanced over and saw the way her belly hung down ever so slightly and between her legs saw the gleam of her cunt juices wetting her legs. Never had he seen any chick this hot. That made him feel better. So what if they were being forced to perform this incestuous fucking for the convicts? Both of them wanted to fuck!
"Lynn," he said softly. "Now? Do you want to do it now? My cock's as ready as it'll ever be."
Her words were strained with tension. He knew she wanted to feel the huge, powerful thrust of his prick into her cunt as much as he wanted to deliver it, but years of moral upbringing were hard to throw off in a second. It was wrong to fuck your brother. That went over and over in her head. But she wanted to do it!
"Want to try and get your hundred back, Henry?" asked Stan. "I'll bet you we don't have to prod them into fucking at all."
"No bet, man. Christ, just the way she was so eager to suck on her brother's cock tells you that. Let's make it a little different bet. You said something about stop watches. Let's time them and see who can come the closest to guessing how long it takes him to get off."
"Double or nothing, how about that?" demanded Stan. "You're on."
Frank looked over at the table where Georgette was finally stirring back to consciousness, then at his daughter and son on the floor getting into position to fuck their brains out. He bellowed, "How can you do this to us? What kind of madmen are you? Are you escaped criminals or lunatics?"
Stan glanced at him and laughed. "I think he's getting horny for his daughter from the way he's talking. Do you think he wants a piece of her?"
"Why not? He's already seen how good she is at sucking cock. Didn't you notice the look on his face when she actually got his rocks off for him? I mean, goddamn, it was a look of real ecstasy. He got a charge out of having his kid give him head like you wouldn't believe."
"Animals!" screamed Frank, beginning to feel his control slipping. Every little thing chipped away at his mind until he was sure he would go crazy. The entire scene spread in front of him couldn't be happening. He was so helpless, so out of it all, that he couldn't believe in reality anymore. His wife raped by these men, his daughter forced to suck him off, and how she was being forced into incestuous fucking with her own brother.
"Don't pay any attention to your father, you two. Get to fucking," Henry commanded.
Lynn hardly paid him any mind as she spread her legs for her brother. She felt her pussy lips flutter wetly as they waited for the huge prick to enter her. Then she changed her mind how she wanted him to fuck her. She put her legs close together again so that the thighs touched. Mike came down on top of her, his prick driving into the canyon between her legs.
She managed to thrust her legs between his wider spread ones, then lift her calves and place them over his. This kept her pussy nice and tight for him while allowing him full access to her cunt. She shuddered as his hot poker of cockflesh sought her blue-tinged gate leading into her belly.
"Go on, you two, really fuck up a storm," goaded Stan. "We got money riding on you!" He laughed, then slapped Henry on the shoulder. "Get it? We got money riding on them riding each other!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. This is more fun than going to the horse races."
Lynn closed her eyes and softly groaned as she felt the way her brother's prick entered her cunt. His huge knobbed cock parted the pussy lips, hesitated for a moment, then edged in deeper. She felt as if her cunt was coming apart at the seams. She'd known he was well hung, but she had never quite believed it would be this good.
"You're so tiiiight," said Mike, his voice catching.
"It's you. You're the one with the big prick. Go on and fuck me, Mike. God, love, you'll never know how much I've wanted this."
"I know. As much as I've wanted to do it."
"Shut up, you two, and get on with the fucking. Me and Stan want to see it done right." A loud slap and Lynn gasped. Henry had whacked her brother on the rear. This made him react by driving his hips down into her body. His cock surged all the way up into her tight cunt.
Her tiny passage began to expand to take the girth of his cock. She hadn't felt this way since that very first prick had entered her virgin cunt and robbed her of her cherry. The thrill built up fast inside her and she clutched wildly at her brother's shoulders and back. She felt the red trickle of blood where she had dragged her fingernails across his flesh, but she hardly noticed. Neither did he. They were both too intent on getting the most pleasure possible out of this incestuous fucking.
She felt her head spinning dizzily. The teenager hardly understood what she was experiencing here. She would never had even dreamed of boldly asking Mike to fuck her. That was wrong. Now that they were being forced into fucking, she was for it all the way. She knew it was wrong. And she didn't care.
Forced, she had no choice. She could still enjoy the hell out of feeling her brother's prick go balls deep up her pussy, though.
He pulled back and she felt the vacuum he formed inside her pussy increase. She knew he was going to drag her guts out of her cunt with his prick. The powerful piston of cockflesh sucked all the way back to her trembling pussy lips before breaking the vacuum.
He came rushing into her cunt this time, full force. Their bodies slammed together wetly. He ground his bush into hers. She moaned louder, really beginning to enjoy the fucking. The girl realized that this might be the only chance she had of tasting such forbidden fruit and vowed to love it to the maximum.
"Jesus, Sis," muttered Mike from between clenched teeth, "I never thought your cunt would be this tight. It's ... it's nice!"
"And that swollen prick of yours fills me to overflowing. And keep fucking! The friction is burning me up inside. I love itttttt!"
The feel of his meaty cock made her come alive more than she would have thought possible. She could push the two convicts from her mind and concentrate solely on the feel of her brother's fucking. His balls wetly slapped against her ass. With her legs held tightly together the way they were, she cradled his balls to some extent. The feel of that hairy bag rubbing against her legs as he drove in stimulated her.
The feel of his hot breath on her tits made her respond more fully to him, too. The idea of him fucking her at all proved the biggest turnon for the teenaged girl She knew it was incest and that sent shivers up and down her spine. The heat from his prick boiled inside her seething cunt. The quivery sensation in the rest of her body collided with the heat generated by the fucking and exploded.
"God, watch it!" he moaned. "You're gonna tear my cock out by the roots! Not so violent when you climax!"
She panted heavily, her brain muzzy from the fucking. She didn't care what he said. All that mattered to her was the feel of his prick drilling hotly into her juicy twat. He speeded up the tempo and built the friction to the breaking point again.
It was as much mental as it was the physical act of fucking. She had wanted this for so long, had kept it locked up inside her, that when she really felt his prick fucking her she responded more fully than she would have with another man.
Her brother puffed and panted and strained to shove himself balls deep up her cunt every time. The long, powerful strokes did their work on his on control. He gasped and shivered, straightening up a little. She felt his prick bouncing around eagerly inside her pussy. When the huge cock grew to even larger dimensions in her tightly clinging cunt, she knew he was going to get his rocks off.
The hot rush of his jism set off still another orgasm in her trim, lithe body. She clung passionately to him, her cunt driving down to meet the incoming prick. Their crotches ground in a circular motion as they both tried to tear the other apart.
She heard Stan and Henry cheering, but they sounded distant, apart, not in the same universe. She came again. When she came down from her delicious sexual high, she realized that Mike's prick was already beginning to wilt inside her. She sighed and relaxed, letting her legs drift apart slightly.
He fell away from her twat. A tiny river of his come and her own fuck fluids followed and puddled on the floor. Neither of them really cared about that. The look that passed between them told each other of their love, how they had enjoyed the fucking, how it didn't matter any more that they had been forced into incest.
CHAPTER SIX
"Who won, dammit, who won?" demanded Stan. "I say I did. You owe me two hundred."
"Shut your face for a minute and let me figure this out." Henry pondered over the intricate calculations he made on the table cloth, brushing against Georgette's body as if it were normal to have a naked, bound woman on a table. "I got it. I won."
"Lemme see, damn you." Stan checked over the other's figures and finally said, "Shit."
Henry laughed as he watched Stan go and sit down in one of the comfortable chairs across the room. Stan fingered his pistol and eyed their bound captives as if plotting something to do to them because he'd lost a bet with his partner.
Frank spoke up. "You can't keep us here forever. And haven't you done enough to all of us?" His mind almost failed to register all the horrible things these two had forced on his family. Brother fucking sister, sister sucking off father, rape. The things that could still be done registered as bright red warning lights in the man's mind. He wanted to avoid all of them.
"Who says we can't? We got food enough for all of us for a nice, long time. And the cops won't be out in weather like this." Stan rose and held aside the curtain. "Shit, it's really snowing up a storm out there now. A blizzard."
"Covers our tracks real good," commented Henry.
"Idiot. It might also snow us in. We got to hang loose and be able to move if the cops get too close to us."
"What's the difference? They think a nice, middle class family is camping out here. Who's to think we're here, too?" asked Henry. He rubbed the barrel of his gun alongside his temple, thinking. Frank didn't want to find out what the man was thinking, but it came out anyway. "I got this idea for some more fun, Stan."
"What is it? You find a dog to fuck?"
"Better. Why not have our tame stud fuck his own daughter?"
"So what? I'd rather see the two kids go at it again."
"I was thinking maybe he could show her some of them fancy foreign cultures. Like maybe he can greek her."
"You would think of that, wouldn't you, you cocksucking son of a bitch. Still...." Stan's voice drifted off and Frank knew he was in for trouble.
Henry rose and pulled Lynn to her feet. They had securely bound her hands behind her, as they had done with Mike, too. The boy they had tied to a post in the center of the cabin. All their captives were naked.
"Here, chick, go and give your old man a hand job. Get his prick up and ready to fuck using those sensitive little fingers of yours."
He shoved her so that she sat down on her daddy's lap. Her hands were in just the right position to grab a hold of his prick and stroke. With a .38 stuck in her ear, she had no choice but to obey.
"What are they going to do to us, Daddy?" she whimpered. Letting her brother fuck her had been living out one of her most secret fantasies, but she felt she was on thin ice now. She had no idea what the two convicts were going to force her to do with her daddy.
"Never mind. I have an ugly idea we're going to find out. Just do as they say, Lynn."
"Yeah, Lynn," parroted Stan, "just do as we say."
She heaved a deep breath which set her tits to bobbing up and down. She could tell that had an effect on Stan from the way the bulge at the crotch of his pants pulsed. She began to sway her shoulders from side to side and made her tits bounce.
Lynn was built and knew it. She didn't understand why she tormented those dangerous men in this way, but she couldn't stop herself. It seemed as if this were the only way she could strike back at them. She realized how foolish it was. As long as her entire family was their hostage, they could force her to put out for them-or worse. They could force any member of her family to do anything their warped imaginations conjured up.
She spread her legs so that she seated herself firmly on her daddy's lap. Her honey blonde bush looked like an arrow pointing down to their crotches. Stan stood up and came over to get a better view. He leered at her and she fumbled to find her daddy's prick.
Stroking up and down the limp length again and again produced a little stirring. She was soon beating him off as hard as she could. The hot length of cockflesh was hot and firm against the palms of her bound hands. She had to bend forward a little more than she'd have liked to make sure that she could stroke all the way to the tip of his prick.
Once, she almost tumbled off balance to the floor, but Henry was there to prop her up. His hands lingered for a moment on her tits, then he reluctantly pushed her back into position. It was obvious he desired more than simply watching her jerk her old man off, but he was willing to wait. He would degrade her as much as possible first, then he would take his pleasure with her.
That thought didn't cheer her up any.
"Keep going, damn you," snapped Stan. "I want to see his prick ready for some hot and heavy action up your shit chute."
The words struck her like physical blows. She suddenly understood what they intended to do to her. They wanted her daddy to fuck her up the ass.
"No!" she blurted, suddenly ashamed that she had shown them any fear. "I ... you can't make him do that!"
"Hey, Stan, I think the chick is a virgin up the ass. Do you think her old lady is, too?"
The other convict looked at Georgette bound on the table and said, "I doubt it. The stud here wouldn't let a virgin hole go for long. He'd go bonkers trying to fuck his brains out."
Lynn felt the way her father's cock jerked and danced under her fingers. The men's words were getting to him and, she realized, in a way that her daddy wouldn't have liked to admit. She knew then that he had fucked her mother up the ass. From the powerful reaction, he probably liked doing it a hell of a lot.
She felt sick to the stomach. The idea of a man-any man, much less her daddy-fucking her up the ass repelled her. She had never allowed any boy to even touch her anus. That was forbidden territory. But not with these men calling the shots.
"Go on and stuff that prick into your asshole, baby," Stan commanded. "I want to see her virgin asshole lose her cherry."
"You can't be serious about this," complained Frank, knowing full well that the men weren't joking. "This is my daughter. She's only a girl! At least let us use some kind of lubricant. It could tear up her ass if we did it dry."
"The guy's got a point there, Henry." Stan turned and looked at Mike, then over at Georgette bound on the table. "You, girl, squat over your old lady's face. Have her lick your asshole until you think it's got enough spit on it for your old man to fuck."
Lynn blanched white. She couldn't do a depraved thing like that! And yet she found she had no choice. The girl tried to stand and found her legs were too weak to support her. Stan grabbed her brutally by the tit and squeezed down hard. This gave her the incentive to go over to the table where her mother awaited her, bound and unable to move.
"Squat on her face. And you, lady, you'd better lick her asshole good or your husband's going to tear her up when he buttfucks her. You've been that route, I guess, so you know what it's like."
"You animal," snarled Georgette. Then she found her face covered by her daughter's ass. The girl was shaking uncontrollably. She didn't know what to expect, but Georgette knew. She didn't want to lick at that tightly puckered little muscle, but she knew the agony her daughter was in for if she didn't. Even with a well oiled asshole, the feel of a man's prick entering through the back door for the first time was painful.
She put out her tongue, almost timidly. She touched her daughter's flesh and both cringed away. A ringing slap, probably Stan slapping Lynn, echoed through the room. The girl's crotch came down even more firmly onto her face.
Her rough pink tongue shot out now to get the distasteful deed over with as quickly as possible. She licked along the girl's perineum and back between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. She had to force apart the tightly clenched buttocks to find the fisted muscle waiting for her. Licking up and down alongside the anus left enough spit for her husband's prick to pick up on its way in. Then she turned her attentions to relaxing Lynn's asshole and making the girl as comfortable as possible.
"Don't worry," she managed to say. "It's going to be just fine. Your daddy knows what he's doing. Believe me."
"Yeah," chimed in Henry. "I bet the old man's a real butt fucker. He looks the type."
"He's not your type, Henry," laughed Stan. "But then again, anything is your type, isn't it?"
"Shit, man, I get it while I can. Anywhere I can and from anybody. I ain't prejudiced like you are."
Georgette's tongue worked hard against her daughter's asshole. The muscle refused to let her tongue up the back passage. She wiggled the very tip of her pink tongue until she insinuated it into the girl's ass. With a quick snapping motion, she tightened up her tongue and succeeded in driving it into the asshole.
Lynn shuddered and almost rose up and away from the tongue probing into her bowels. Whether one of the convicts forced her back down or whether she did it of her own accord, Georgette couldn't tell. All she tried to do was to tongue fuck that tightly fisted asshole the best she could. The more saliva she spread around, the easier the fucking would be.
Licking and stroking in and around the asshole seemed to have the desired effect. She felt her daughter begin to relax a little as the delicious feelings seeped into her body. There wasn't anything to be afraid of, she seemed to be saying with her gentle tongue. Relax. Let it flow. Don't get uptight.
Georgette tried to lick and caress her daughter with her tongue as long as she could. If she could make the men forget their original intentions, it would be for the best. She didn't want her daughter to be subjected to such a butt fucking, especially when it was her father being forced to do it.
Georgette had nothing against greek culture. In fact, she enjoyed it. The feel of a man's prick entering her asshole was entirely different than having it driven up her cunt. New nerves sang and danced when she was being fucked like that. But it was something a person had to agree to. To be raped up the ass wouldn't be fun at all.
"Enough, already. Get back to your old man and let him get that cattle prod of his into you. I want to see him butt fuck his own kid."
"Shit, Henry, all you think of is cornholing. I bet one of the charges against you was sodomy. Don't try to deny it. You get your rocks off too easily just thinking about this. I can tell."
"Fuck you, man. I like watching."
"Humph. I couldn't have guessed," said Stan sarcastically.
But he didn't help Lynn to weasel out of what Henry had planned for her. If anything, he helped his partner position her over her father's lap. The huge cock jutted upward and looked to the girl like an iron spike about ready to kill her.
She didn't want to sit down over her father's prick. Yet the strong hands forcing her down left her no choice. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she felt his cock pressing between the again clenched cheeks of her ass. The huge cylinder was hot against her shivering flesh. She didn't want to let him fuck her ass.
"Relax," her daddy commanded. "It's going to hurt like hell if you don't. Please, for me."
"Right, for me," mimicked Stan. "Poor old daddy wants to rape your butt. So let him, girl. Live a little. I thought you young fuckers were all hot for anything sexual. How come you ain't never let any man fuck you up the rear before?"
"You scumbag," she whispered. Her eyes blazed and she felt nothing but hatred for the man. "I hate you so much, I could kill you!"
"So?" he said. "All I want is to give you a new thrill. What's so wrong with that?" He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her downward.
The man's cock drove relentlessly into her asshole now. She couldn't escape the agony it generated as it tried to enter her bowels.
"Relax," said her father again. "It's the only way. Please, for me, relax."
She tried. The blonde teenager really tried. But she couldn't do it. It was so easy to say the words, to think the words, but her body refused to let that heavy male invader up her back. But the insistent pressure of his cocks head against her anus slowly chipped away any resolve she might have had.
When the bulbous head of his turgid cock entered her rectum, she thought she would die. Only the glans was inside her asshole, but it felt as if a pile driver had been rammed into her butt. She cried openly now, the pain rocketing all the way up into her belly. This was supposed to be fun like fucking?
Her legs began to knot with the strain of keeping her body off his prick. When she relaxed a little, more of the cock entered her ass. She cried out now in horrible pain. Nothing had ever hurt her like this before. The way his massive, hot poker of a prick spread her inner tissues was a crime. It pushed her guts to the breaking point.
She felt sick to her stomach and wanted to stop before she felt her delicate membrane rip and tear. She didn't want to bleed to death. She would if he kept fucking her ass this way.
Another inch penetrated her body. His cock felt as if it had been dipped in acid. Burns a million times worse than anything she'd felt before singed and seared her flesh. His cock pulsed and throbbed wildly. The man wasn't hurting. Just her. She began to hate her daddy for this. He was getting his rocks off buttfucking her, and all she got in return was agony.
Still another inch. She felt her guts overflowing with his virile prick now. The pressure in her bowels pushed all the way back to her stomach. She had to keep from vomiting all over the floor. Sweat beaded on her forehead and ran down into her blue eyes. She tossed her head back and some of the sweat went away. But the pain remained in her ass.
When her thighs touched her daddy's and his cock was fully buried up her anus, she came close to passing out. Simply sitting there, not moving, though, wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. Her young, resilient inner membrane spread and expanded to take the cock as if it had been meant for that hole.
"Can't stand it!" she moaned. "Tearing me up! Going to die, I know it, going to dieeeee!"
"Shush, now, Lynn," her father whispered hotly in her ear. "The worst is over. The best is yet to come. You're going to enjoy it as soon as you learn to relax."
"Relax, dammit, how?" she demanded. But the girl would have been forced to admit the pain was slacking off now. It wasn't quite as bad as when the knobby end of his cock had first entered her asshole. Her anus seemed resigned to the fact that his prick was there to stay.
She sobbed quietly for another minute, then felt her insides accepting the full girth of her daddy's prick. The warmth from his cock seeped into her and replaced the pain. She was almost at the point of enjoying the nearness of so much male warmth when she felt the cold muzzle of the .38 under her tit.
"Fuck yourself," came the command, as cold as the barrel of the revolver. "We want to see some action."
She was hesitant to move. Yet the goad of the pistol forced her into it. She lifted herself a little and felt a new, different pain inside her guts. The cock leaving her was as bad as it had been when it entered her asshole. She knew a million fire ants were gnawing away at her flesh, trying to drive her out of her head.
The blonde teenager gritted her teeth and forced herself to continue. She was positive she was killing herself by slow inches, yet there was something beginning to stir inside her that hadn't been there before when she began. There wasn't a word for it, but the pain was subsiding a little bit and she wasn't quite as uncomfortable as she had been.
She settled down into her daddy's lap with the cock all the way up her ass. The way it bounced and jiggled passionately inside her was almost soothing. She couldn't understand that. It had been sheer pain when it had gone up her butt for the first time. Now its motion was more like she had come to expect when her cunt was getting all the virile male prick it could hold.
"Just stay loose and don't tense your asshole," her daddy told her. "This is going to be just fine."
She nodded her head and slowly lifted her behind off his lap. The cock slipped out and this time she was sorry to feel it exit. She dropped back down so that it impaled her firmly. No pain tore at her guts now. Her asshole had stretched enough to accommodate his monster prick.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking," urged Stan.
"I wanna see the way it goes in and out of your asshole," said Henry, dropping to his knees in front of the girl. She felt his gun barrel pass along her juicy cunt lips.
That startled her. Her cunt was beginning to drool. She was getting hot and bothered over the cock reaming out her behind. She began to really get into cornholing herself. With her father tied immobile to the chair, he couldn't aid her at all. And with her own hands bound, it was difficult keeping her balance.
The feel of that cock hot and powerful inside her rectum kept her moving. She no longer noticed any pain. The spittle on her anus lubricated the prick on its way up her shit chute. The warmth from the fucking flowed throughout her belly and puddled like melted butter inside her. How could she have ever thought this was going to be bad?
Sure, the convicts might have forced her into this. It had been degrading to have her very own mother lick and mouth her asshole, even tongue fuck her up the butt, and that had been scary, too. But now, she loved it. New nerves jolted her into complete awareness of her body. She was primed for whatever there was to come.
She moved her hips faster and faster. She heard Stan and Henry making obscene comments but could ignore them. She was so lost in the wonderland of sensation charging through her body, she wouldn't have minded anything anyone said. This might have been incestuous, it might have been sodomy, but she loved it!
"Faster, kid, fuck yourself more," urged Henry. "God the way those cunt lips flutter back and forth. You'd think she was getting the cock up into her pussy."
"Gotta come," she moaned. "My insides! On fire! Got to come!" And then it felt as if the top of her head blew off and went into orbit. Her entire body convulsed and she shook and shivered as the erotic tremors seized hold of her.
This was a different come than she was used to. Not quite the same intensity but the feelings were surging into her body from the wrong places. Her asshole burned. This spread into her loins and made her totally aware of nerves that had lain dormant all her life. And the thick prick driving harder and harder into her bowels filled her with a vibrant, pulsating life that couldn't be denied.
The come wracking her lithe body made her aware of a brand new form of fucking. And to think she'd considered this evil when they'd started. She could hardly remember the time when she'd thought this to be sinful.
She may have hated Stan and Henry for what they were doing to her and her family, but Lynn silently thanked them, too. They had introduced her to a new brand of sex that she knew she would come to get off on immensely in the years ahead.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Shit, I don't believe that snow. It's already up to the middle of the friggin' door," said Stan. "Look at it coming down. Huge flakes. Christ, whether we like it or not, we're snowed in here for a long time."
"That's just great," said Henry. "And what are we going to do for heat? There's not that much wood stacked up to keep this whole damned place warm for the night."
"Well, I got me some ideas about that," said Stan. "You know how fucking seems to raise your body temperature? I figure our friends won't freeze to death over the night as long as they keep fucking. All we have to do is provide them with the chance to stay alive, right?"
"Naked like that, they'd have to do a hell of a lot of fucking."
"So?"
Henry laughed at that. The four captives, hearing his tone, shuddered. The room had never been too warm for them, and it was getting colder by the second. With the wind howling a blizzard against the sides of the cabin, they knew the room would drop below freezing before long. And, naked as they were, there wasn't much chance of them staying in good shape until it started to warm up the next day.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I figure we tie all four of them up so that the ropes go up and over that beam." Overhead one of the support beams on the pitched roof ran down the center of the room. Stan tossed a rope over it and seesawed it back and forth a few times. "Get the blonde chick. I'll show you what I have in mind."
"Keep your filthy hands off me, you pervert," snapped Lynn. Henry slapped her, no sign of anger on his face. It was an automatic gesture, not intended to do anything more than get her moving.
Stan threw another length of rope over the beam and fastened one to the girl's right wrist. With a quick motion, he untied the bounds holding her hands behind her back. Then he hoisted her up onto her toes so that her right hand was firmly held by the rope over the beam. In a few seconds, he had another length of rope tied around her left wrist. Soon, she stood on tiptoe with her hands securely fastened to the beam above.
"See what I mean. Now there's enough rope for all of them. Just make sure that it's boy-girl, boy-girl. I know the way your twisted mind works, Henry. I won't dig the idea of making one of the guys fuck the other one. That leaves the chicks entirely out in the cold, so to speak."
Henry laughed without any humor as he hoisted Mike up to face his sister. The way he fastened them, the dangling prick was only inches away from her twat. The slightest movement on their part would put them together so they could fuck, even if it was uncomfortable and they would have to do it in a standing position.
"Hell, no, that's no good, Henry," said Stan. "Put her in front of her old man. And the kid in front of his mother. Now that's the way it should be. If they want to keep from freezing during the night, he has to screw his daughter and the mother has to have it put to her by her son. That's the way I want it."
Henry laughed his evil laugh and proceeded to do as the other man told him. When they had finished, the Marron family found themselves in a nasty position.
Frank's body pressed against that of his luscious daughter. He had to fight to keep his prick from rising and poking between her legs. That wouldn't do. He was her father. Fathers don't go around getting hot at the sight of their naked daughters.
Lynn seemed to sense what was going through her daddy's mind. She told him quietly, "I understand, Daddy. And we're going to have to do it willingly throughout the night or we're going to freeze out here. My skin is about at the freezing point right now." She emphasized her point by letting her teeth chatter together.
"She's right, Frank," said Georgette. "I can't hold it against you if you do get a boner from our daughter. Look at Mike. He's getting hot for his mother. This wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for those creeps."
"I don't want to get it up for you, Mom," complained Mike. "Honest. But after I balled Lynn, things have been all scrambled in my head. I can't keep things straight any more."
"It's all right, all of you. This is going to be a family effort staying alive. My feet are already so cold I can hardly stand it." Frank moved from one foot to the other. The convicts had put the men so that their feet were flat on the floor. Both of the women were strung up in such a way that their toes were barely touching the floor. All their weight came down on shoulder and upper arm muscles.
At first, Mike couldn't figure out why the convicts had tied them this way. Then it began to dawn on him when his mother swayed back and forth. She looked into his eyes and, seeing that he was willing, she lifted herself and locked her legs around his waist.
His legs sagged a little under the added weight and pulled more heavily at his own bonds, but he was better able to take the pressure than she was. This took all the strain off her calf and thigh muscles. It also placed her pussy directly over his prick.
"Please, Mom, I don't think I can stand it." He felt guilty that his prick stiffened so rapidly after she swung her legs around him.
"Don't worry about it. The room's getting colder and we're going to have to do something to keep warm. I think those two men had the right idea. We're going to have to fuck to stay warm."
"Mom!" said Mike, outraged. "Didn't think your mother knew such language, did you?" she laughed. The incongruity of the situation offset any of the temporary pain they all felt. "I haven't been leading a nun's life, believe me. Your father and I fuck. How the hell do you think you and Lynn got here?"
Mike was embarrassed, but not as much so as his sister. Lynn was barely able to stand the pain lancing up into her legs. The tiptoe position hurt. The ropes cut into her wrists. The pain shooting through her shoulders made her want to chuck it all and simply die. But something was too stubborn in her for that.
Even when she saw her father's prick slowly rise and point directly at her cunt, she couldn't really get too excited.
"You're looking like the cold's getting to you, Lynn," her daddy said. "Why don't you clamp your legs around my waist like your mother's done with Mike?"
"And let you f-fuck me?"
"Sure. It's not like we haven't done it before. I know your asshole is still burning. To take you like that wasn't my idea. Those two convicts are calling the shots. We're forced to do as they dictate. For the moment, at least."
"And for some time to come, stud," came Stan's voice from the back room. "Seems nice and cozy back here, with blankets and all. How are you doing?"
"Fuck you!" snapped Mike.
"Nope. You got it all wrong, kid. You're gonna fuck each other. Or you might be so much frozen sides of beef by morning. That snow's coming down even harder outside and we may be in here for quite a while. Best to make the most of it."
Stan and Henry laughed, then went into the back room and slammed the door.
"Fucking perverts," snarled Mike. "I wish I ... "
"Don't we all, Mike, don't we all," said Frank. "But we've got other things to do if we want the chance to screw them over."
"It could be worse," said Lynn, eyeing her daddy's huge prick, now fully erect and waiting to sink deeply into her cunt. 'They could have demanded that Mom and I go to bed with them."
"Glad you can look at it that way, honey," said Frank. He moved his legs farther apart and braced himself for her weight. When she swung up and around him, he grunted, then straightened up. His cock rubbed passionately against her cunt lips.
"Ummm, I'm already slick and waiting for you, Daddy," she cooed. "It's so much better with you than one of them."
"Don't shock your brother, girl. Just keep quiet and fuck yourself the best you can. I'm sure it'll be good enough to keep us warm for some time."
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the fucking in some other setting. Maybe her daddy had come in and found her with her boyfriend. He had watched her fucking and then ran the boyfriend off. To punish her, he tied her to the head of her bed and started to fuck her himself.
Grunting as the cock slipped back and forth between her cunt lips without actually entering her cunt hole, she tried desperately to forget all about Stan and Henry.
In part, the blonde teenager succeeded. She knew this was her daddy's cock pressing so intimately into her snatch. She felt her juices dribble over the thick rod of his prick as it sailed back and forth in the groove of her cunt lips. She bounced a little bit and felt the cock snap to full attention under her body.
It took a little maneuvering, but she managed to get his prick softly lodged in her twat. The thick glans parted the pussy lips. She held it like that for a moment, then lowered herself a little more. The massive battering ram of cockflesh entered her cunt. She shuddered, but it was with warmth and desire now.
The cold wind blowing through the cabin hardly affected her now. She let the warmth from that thick plug of prick in her cunt pass into her belly and spread throughout her body. It didn't compensate for the lack of clothing around her body, but it was certainly nicer than nothing at all.
She started to bounce up and down. Each stroke took his prick a little deeper up her cunt. The juicy walls of her velvet-hung pussy expanded to take his prick. Even the angle of entry provided its element of stimulation for her. She had never fucked in this exact manner before. As long as it was new, she experienced a rush of excited blood into her tits and through her twat.
Faster and faster, she fucked herself. She knew this was keeping her daddy warm, too. His cock began to jerk and dance around in the velvet prison of her cunt. The way her pussy walls clamped down around his hidden length of cock told her she was nearing an orgasm.
It had sneaked up on her. She hardly understood why she should get off so fast. Sure, this was her daddy she was fucking with. No ordinary man, but her father. His cock filled her pussy to a snugness that few men could. This wasn't the real thrill, though, either. She finally decided that it was a combination of all those things.
Most of all, it was that shared misfortune that bonded them together. She could forget all about the ropes around their wrists, the way they were nothing but annoyances for the two convicts, the way they had been raped and forced to perform unnatural acts, she could forget all that. Just for her daddy's prick all the way up her cunt.
She came. The universe shuddered and shivered around her, but she kept going. Her knees turned a little watery and threatened to send her tumbling back into space. She held on for dear life and kept her cunt moving up and down on that impaling spike of prick.
"Christ," Frank muttered, "you feel like a vise around my cock. How do you do it? That pussy of yours is so tight!"
"Ummm, it's that swollen prick of yours. Love it, just loooooove it!"
They continued fucking, slowly, with great deliberation. Both enjoyed the sensations rippling through their bodies, but that was almost secondary. Frank cursed the men who could make fucking into a means of survival and nothing more. The man and his daughter needed the heat their bodies generated if they weren't going to freeze. How he wished he could have enjoyed her in a bed! To fuck her all night long because it was what they both wanted!
"Think you can do the same, Mom?" asked Mike uncertainly. He felt the weight of her body around his waist and was unsure what he should do. His prick wasn't coming up like his father's had. That made him feel guilty. Incest with his own mother was a sin, but it was even worse if he allowed her to freeze to death over the night. The guilt trip worked its number on his head until he was almost crying.
"There, there, Mike, don't worry about it. Just being close like this might be good enough. It would be nice to slip something hot and long into my snatch, but it's not necessary. If you can't get it up, you just can't. It happens to all men sooner or later."
"It's not that, Mom, it's just that I hate myself for this! I shouldn't have let Lynn come barging in. We should have checked. Those two should never have caught us. This is all my fault."
"No guilt, Mike," she ordered sternly. 'This is their fault, not ours. We're the victims. We can't blame ourselves for their perverted actions. If we have to do things which are new and different to us, so be it. But we must never fall into the trap of blaming ourselves."
He fought down the feelings of helplessness inside. Never in his whole life had he felt this bad before. Tied up, the ropes cutting cruelly into his wrists, he was powerless to control his own actions. He looked down at his mother's chest and saw the twin mounds of her tits bouncing around in the dim light. The cherry-red nipples had snapped out and were hard now, not from lust for him but from the bone-seeking cold in the cabin.
Mike knew he was going to have to respond or they would both end up as icicles.
He concentrated on those tits. Ample. Bigger than he could stuff into his mouth. As much as he had been telling himself it wasn't true, his mother did turn him on. He hadn't thought it was proper and had lied to himself about how attractive the woman really was. Her boobs were only part of the package.
For a woman in her forties, she kept herself in good shape. No sag in her tits. That little there was, was due to their largeness more than anything else. Her belly was still relatively flat and trim. Nothing like Lynn's of course, but still acceptable. Hell, he knew chicks in his high school classes that were in worse shape than his mother.
And her legs wrapped around his waist were real turnons for him. He liked boobs, of course, but it was a trim thigh or a nice leg that got him hard and ready to fuck. The way the ass curved in just so and flared down to smoothly flow into the hips and thighs made his prick begin to stir. Her soft, warm flesh so near his crotch helped, but he knew he was working himself up without that much aid from his mother.
This was something new for him, and not altogether nice. He felt fear at what he was going to do. Fucking his sister had been wrong, too, but she was almost his own age. And she wasn't his mother.
"Go on, dear, stick it in if you can," she urged him.
The soft, coaxing words did the trick. His cock snapped rigid and was aimed directly for her cunt. He bent backwards a little and arched his back. This jammed his prick directly up into her cunt.
He sank entirely to his balls. The sudden heat surrounding his prick made him gasp in astonishment. He knew what it was like in a chick's twat.
This wasn't the first piece of ass he'd ever gotten. But everything came together and he was still startled at the juicy warmth all around him.
"Ummm, that's so nice, Mike darling," she sighed. "Now fuck me. Make my cunt burn with the friction of your fucking. Do it right, take your time, but do it!"
He began gently fucking her. It was harder than his father had made it appear. He could hardly keep his prick from sliding out of her pussy as he pulled back. The juicy walls betrayed him at last. Too well greased, his cock slid all the way out of the fuck slit.
"Ummm, don't stop, don't stop!" she complained.
"I don't intend to. But everything's all wrong. The tempo, the motion, everything!"
"That's all right. We're doing this so we can keep warm."
She clamped her legs a little tighter around his waist in way of telling him it was all right. Reassured, he began to probe for her cunt hole again. When she gasped, he figured he had found it. Bemused as to why it was so hard to get into, he bounced up and down on his toes until he felt the head of his prick slide into her body.
"Oh dear God, that's my asshole!" she cried.
"What?"
"My fucking asshole, but don't stop. I ... I can make sure you don't slide out of that." She tensed her muscles and he felt as if his prick was caught in a hangman's noose. He grunted and knew that his mother's ass was well educated in the ways of pleasuring a man. Neither she nor his father had lied when they said it was old stuff to them.
It wasn't to him. He felt his balls begin to tighten at the thought that he was driving his cock all the way up her ass. The balls churned and boiled and came close to spewing forth their lead-heavy load of jism. He fought it down as he never had before. He couldn't come. That would make his prick go limp and neither of them would benefit in the slightest.
He wiggled from side to side and poled in deeper into his mother's ass. The way the silken walls clutched fiercely at his prick made him groan loudly. This was a brand new experience for him, and he began to wonder why he had never insisted on greeking a chick before.
Then he realized that most of the chicks he went with would be so outraged they would never talk to him again. He didn't understand most of them. Usually, they would give him head without any question, but some of the positively refused. They would fuck all night long and never hesitate if he offered to ball them one more time, but they wouldn't go down on him. Others seemed so uptight over the idea of actually fucking, it actually scared them.
A cunt can be warm and pleasant, but it could never approach an asshole for tightness. And the heat seething out of his mother's guts made his prick come totally alive. Never had he felt it so sensitive, so ready for more erotic pleasure.
For what seemed an eternity, they simply stayed motionless, his prick buried all the way up her butt. Then his balls began to ache and complain. He had to move or lose his jism. Fucking her ass as slowly as he could developed some problems. His own lust was running away with him. And his mother was more turned on than she should have been, too. She came.
When her asscheeks clamped firmly down around his cock, he almost lost it. Struggling to keep his cool, he continued fucking her as long as he could. Then he muttered, "I ... I can't keep going. My cock is going to split at the seams any second."
"Go on, dear, I understand. You made me lose my own control a couple times. Sweet Jesus, I never thought I'd love fucking my own son so much!"
The words were all it took to get him off. He felt the tide of his jism flow down his prick, one burning inch at a time. For a split second, he figured he could hold it back just as it reached his piss-slit. He was wrong. It erupted with all the power of an exploding stick of dynamite. He jetted his stringy, gooey jizz into her asshole and gave her the sexiest enema she had ever received.
When they came back to the reality of their predicament, they found that the same thing had happened to Frank and Lynn. The man hadn't been up to maintaining his hardon while his blonde daughter fucked herself on his prick.
The looks they exchanged were a little sheepish, then Frank broke the silence and said, "I think we can make it. That kept me nice and warm. Not as long lasting as a fifth of bourbon, maybe, but a lot more exciting while we were doing it. Right, honey?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"So our lovebirds made it through the night okay," sneered Stan. "I figured you might. You looked like a family that valued a lot of togetherness."
"Fuck off," Lynn snarled at him. She was hurting in every joint of her body. Her legs were hurting her and the feeling in her shoulders had long since gone beyond pain. She felt nothing but a numbness that hinted at some sort of little death in her arms.
"My, the little girl has a mouth on her. Want to stuff something in it and see if that'll quiet her down, Henry?"
"Sure. I've been thinking that we made a mistake last night. We should have taken a couple of bed warmers in with us." He looked at the women and leered.
"Shit face," was her only comment.
Stan didn't change his expression as he slapped her. "That wasn't nice. We were just trying to be sociable, Henry and me. You shouldn't hurt our feelings like that. Why, we might forget to feed you."
"Look, you can't win anything doing this. Let us go and we'll forget you were even here," said Georgette. "We promise!"
"I bet you do, sweetie, I just bet you do. But your forget the situation. Henry and I have escaped from prison. And," he said with a flourish as he opened the curtains on one window, "we're snowed in for a nice long time. Do you want to try hoofing it out there? You'd freeze to death before you made it a mile."
"Better out there than in here. I don't think I could spend another night like last night," said Georgette.
"What'sa matter, sweetie, don't you like my hospitality? Look at it on the bright side. You found out your kid wasn't a queer. Not if he fucked you all night long to stay warm."
Georgette would have spit on Stan except that her mouth was too dry. The lack of food and water was beginning to tell on her. The way her arms hurt kept her from totally flipping out. As long as the dull ache and the actual pain she felt throughout her body remained, she would be able to hang in there and not go off the deep end.
"I'm getting sick of her talk. Let her suck on my prick. I'm getting horny looking at all that naked female flesh." Henry ran the zipper of his grimy pants down and pulled out his prick.
Lynn looked at it and scoffed, "What's that? Not a man's prick, surely."
"You want your tongue cut out, girl? It can be arranged," snapped Henry. "You," he said to Georgette, "down and get to giving me head. I want to feel those lips of yours all over my prick."
Stan undid the ropes holding the woman aloft. She collapsed weakly to the floor. She found she had no strength at all. And then the muscle spasms set in. The cramps made her curl up into a tight little ball on the floor as she moaned piteously.
"Please leave us alone. I can't stand the pain in my muscles. Every joint in my body hurts, damn you to hell, every last one."
"Shit, lady, I'm sorry for that, but we were just looking after our own best interests. You know how it is. Now get to sucking on my friend's prick or we might think of something even less appetizing for you to do."
She painfully managed to get her knees under her body. She lifted herself up and moved forward the best she could. His prick dangled loosely just inches from her ruby lips. She licked them once to get them good and wet, then gripped the man's legs.
Pulling her face forward, she buried her face in his smelly crotch. She almost puked at the stale odor. She usually enjoyed the male musk odor of a man's groin. The taste of the prick made her come fully alive. Not this time. She hated every second of it.
Her tongue licked out and worked all over the end of his prick. The limp organ began to stir at the lightest touch of her tongue. She pulled the cock into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. She figured that the sooner she got him hard, the sooner he would let her have some peace.
"I like it. You've got a good mouth, sweetie."
"Like mother, like daughter, eh?" said Stan, watching eagerly. Lynn repressed a shudder. She was positive he was going to demand the same from her. When he didn't she eased a little sigh of relief.
Georgette's mouth worked more eagerly on the man's cock. She licked the underside of his prick, toying with the tiny flap of flesh she found under the cleft head. This was the most sensitive portion of a man's prick and she knew all the right things to do to make him even more aroused than he was. By the time her rough, pink tongue has stroked across that area, his prick was a pillar of hard, pulsing meat.
"Keep going. I like this a lot. You're damned good at giving head." Henry gulped in a deep draught of air and shook all over in excitement.
She bobbed her head up and down as she face fucked herself. He hadn't told her to do this, but she figured it was a good way of getting him off in a hurry. The sooner he came, the sooner she would be free of the ugly tasting prick.
Trying to force her tongue down his piss-slit aroused him even more. She hadn't thought it was possible for his prick to fill with even more blood. The stiffened length was throbbingly alive by the time she concentrated on the purple knob at the end.
She was shocked when he pushed her away and laughed. "Enough, lady, enough. I don't want to come in your disgusting mouth."
"But you said...." she began to protest, then knew he was baiting her. He wanted to degrade her, make her feel less than human. He had almost succeeded by insulting her cocksucking ability. She was good and knew it. Frank had never once complained and only the best was the way he went.
Henry laughed again and turned to Lynn. "I like the looks of her. Let's get her onto the table where I can really fuck her good."
Stan silently obeyed while Georgette watched in horrified slow motion. Everything flowed slowly around her. The sight of her blonde teenaged daughter being callously taken over to the table to be raped made her sick to her stomach. She tried to stand again and found her legs still refused to obey. The muscle cramps returned with a vengeance and she fell to the floor, crying openly now. It didn't matter to her if the two convicts saw her or not.
She had finally reached the point of ultimate degradation. No matter what they did to her now, it would be less painful. To suck the man hard so he could rape her daughter was the most debasing thing he could have ever done to either of them.
"You cocksuckers!" blazed Lynn. "What will satisfy you?"
"Your tight little cunt will do for starters," said Henry. "I got me a first class erection now and it would be a shame to waste it by jacking off. Your cunt all around it will be real nice, you bet."
She tried to bite him. This only made him laugh his evil chuckle again. The action spurred him on. He tied her hands behind her back ripped the table cloth off the table and ran his hand over the smooth wooden surface.
"No good for what I want to do. I want to give her pleasure and pain both while I fuck her."
"Shit, man," said Stan, "why do you have to go after the S&M stuff all the time? Isn't it good enough to have a classy looking chick like her to fuck?"
"No." The word came harsh and monotone. Henry had his hangups about women and was going to take them out on the blonde teenaged girl, no matter what any of the others felt or thought about it.
He looked around and finally found a salt shaker. He went to the table, liberally sprinkled the salt onto the table and spread it around into a fine white covering. He rubbed his hand across it a few times testing the feel, then nodded to himself.
"Sit on it, kid," he ordered.
"What?" Lynn couldn't believe this was happening. She didn't get the full impact of what he really wanted to do until Stan lifted her bodily and deposited her in the middle of the salt. The tiny grains cut and chaffed her tender ass. The slightest movement was going to hurt-more than she guessed it would.
"Anybody volunteer to take her place?" asked Henry, holding his prick in one hand. "How about one of you gents? I'm not prejudiced about what hole I fuck. One of your assholes will do just as good as this blonde cunt's pussy."
"You stinking pervert!" screamed Georgette. "Don't do that to my daughter!"
"You want I should do it to you, lady?" he asked. He towered over her and managed to intimidate her.
"Good," said Stan. "Now all of you shut up. I'm getting damned horny just thinking about that cunt going to waste. If you don't move to fill it up, Henry, I'm gonna beat you to it."
"Eat shit, man. This cunt is all mine." He grabbed each of Lynn's slender ankles and pulled her legs apart. She screamed in pain. Hanging up all night had tightened her joints and made her legs sensitive to such sudden movement. He didn't even try to be gentle with her.
He pushed forward with his hips as he pulled back with his hands. Her butt slid across the salt-covered table. She cried out in agony as his prick went into her cunt. He stroked rapidly a couple of times, then began to slow down. The more deliberate fucking rhythm proved to be utter anguish for the girl.
Each time he shot his prick forward into her cunt, he pulled hard on her legs. Her ass slid across the salt and each time another grain or two was buried into her ass. The salt in the wounds began to gnaw away at her senses and she soon could think of nothing else.
It was agony as his prick mercilessly fucked her. The salt entering her cunt as he stroked, burning all through her loins. The roughness entered her cunt. His prick carried the salt grains deeper and deeper into her pussy.
She almost passed out as the rough grains caught between his prick and her cunt walls. She'd fucked on a beach once and had the same sensation. The tiniest of sand grains had entered her twat and made the fucking almost unbearable. Luckily, her boyfriend had a sense of humor and realized what was happening. He had gotten the sand out of her pussy using his tongue and that had been even more delightful than the fucking would have been.
Henry wasn't about to do anything of the sort. He enjoyed the look of pain on her face as he shoved his short, thick prick in and out of her cunt. The pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips turned a brilliant red from irritation before he had made a dozen fucking thrusts in and out.
"Anything wrong, kid?" Henry demanded. "Don't you like the feel of my cock inside you? Or do you want it faster?"
"No, yes, oh, please stop! My cunt's on fire! It's killing me!"
"Yeah, I'm a real stud, ain't I? I can fuck with the best of them. Tell me I can. Tell me, damn you, or I'll really make it rough on you!"
"I ... ohhhhh, sweet Jesus! Yes, yes, damn you, I love your cock in me. I want it, I want that filthy prick fucking me! Is that what you want?"
"No," he said, disgusted. "I was thinking of something more sincere. Stan, get me that hot sauce on the cabinet."
Stan tossed the small bottle of red hot sauce to his friend. Henry fielded it and took the top off, never pulling his prick out of the girl's pussy. He began sprinkling the burning hot chili sauce all over her cunt lips. She screamed and tried to avoid the searing of her most sensitive tissues. This only drove the grains of salt deeper into her ass.
With the entire bottle gone, he began fucking her with all the power locked in his stubby legs. He drove in and out with demonic fury as if punishing the girl for something.
She was reduced to tears. She felt the agony lancing harshly into her ass. The pain reminded her of the time she had her first period. The girl struggled to get away from the sources of her torment, and found every way she turned to be blocked to her. Her pussy lips ached from the hot sauce he had poured across them. As he fucked, his prick carried the chili sauce into her cunt.
That burned the sensitive inner pussy walls and made her want to die then and there. She grimly hung on to consciousness even as he pushed her back and forth across the table top and the salt.
Even her soul burned from the salt embedded in her ass. Nothing the man did to her hurt as badly as the idea he was raping her, though. She felt so dirty that words couldn't begin to describe it.
"Stop it!" she pleaded. "Don't do this to me any more. My cunt feels numb now. The hot sauce is destroying my pussy!"
And the salt was doing a number on her behind. And the man used her legs to lever her into even more torturous positions. His cock repeatedly plunged into her, stayed for a moment to make sure that the hot sauce was properly carried to her innards, then came out amid a gush of her own fuck juices.
Whether the man was oblivious to the pain or whether he enjoyed it, she didn't know. Her entire world went red from the pain and she passed out. The teenager guessed the man would continue fucking her, but as long as she was unconscious, it wouldn't matter to her.
She might as well be dead for all the pleasure that would give him. When she regained some semblance of her senses, everything hurt. Her cunt was the worst. Pain knifed deep into her guts from the tortured fuck channel. The slightest movement of her ass on the table drove new grains of salt into the wounds.
She wanted to faint again but she saw Henry across the room, standing in front of her mother. Lynn decided she had to stick around and see what indignities the man was doing now.
"Suck on my cock, damn you," he was yelling. "You did it before, you'll do it again."
"I hope you burn in hell!" snapped back Georgette. The sight of the cock covered with hot sauce, salt and her daughter's cunt juices made her angrier than she had been before. The man wanted to degrade her even more. He was certainly succeeding beyond his wildest dreams, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
"I'll rip your hair out by the roots unless you give me a blow job now. Do it, damn you!" He savagely jerked her head back and snapped her teeth shut. "And if you try to bite me, I'll watch you die every single minute of the day for a solid month."
He shoved his hips forward and presented his prick to her again for sucking. She reluctantly did as he ordered her. The taste of his cock was even worse than it had been before. She almost vomited at the taste. Remembering what she had decided before, the woman started sucking as hard as she could on his cock.
Tongue running up and down the sides of his rigid prick, she tasted the tangy mixture that coated it. Her eyes watered from the powerful chili sauce and she wondered how Lynn had tolerated even a small amount of that inside her pussy.
"Keep going. I like the way you're doing it," he told her. "But you're going to have to do better to satisfy me. And if you don't, I'm going to make sure you're both in for a world of trouble."
"Give her a break, Henry. I know you like boys better than women, but you don't have to get so tough." Stan lounged against the wall.
"Don't tell me what to do. I'm the one she's sucking off. You keep that mouth of yours shut and let her get on with this."
"I don't give a flying fuck if you have her go down on you, man. I just don't like to see you get rough. Use the merchandise if that turns you on, but don't damage it too much."
"Look who's talking," sneered Henry. "The man sent up for rape. And you were the one who burned the guard. Don't forget that. I'm small time compared to you."
"Ah, shit. Get on with it, will you?"
Georgette hoped the two men would fight it out. Nothing of the sort happened. She guessed this bickering was perpetual with them. It didn't mean a damned thing. She went back to sucking on the man's bouncing prick with a new determination. Her tongue worked magic on his cock, stroking and probing, touching and teasing.
She felt his cock begin to expand. The woman knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he jetted out his come. Her mouth clamped like an eel over the tip of his cock as she sucked even harder. Her rough tongue worked eagerly along the bottom of his cock to help along the come.
As the first blast of his jism hit her mouth, she tasted an odd combination of cunt juice, hot sauce and salt along with the come. She involuntarily moved backwards a little bit and made a face at the bitter taste. Never had any man affected her like this.
Henry saw her reaction and jerked his spewing cock from her lips. He continued coming, this time all over her face and into her once lustrous hair. Not even when the last gooey bullet of his jizz had sailed through the air and hit her was he happy. He took his limp cock and wiped it back and forth in her hah until every single drop of his come was sticking in her hair and on her face.
"You dumb cunt," he snarled. Turning to Mike, he pointed. You're going to lick off my come. From her face, dammit, you're gonna lick every goddamn single drop off!"
Mike didn't have any choice. His sister had been raped. His mother had been made a fool. And the .38 could make him very dead if he crossed this savage man. All the while his tongue gently removed the traces of Henry's jizz from his mother's face, Mike's mind raced. They'd turn the tables on the two convicts or die trying.
CHAPTER NINE
"Shit, she really wore me out. Look at my cock," marvelled Henry.
"Man, I don't know where you're coming from most of the time," said Stan. "You play with those broads like it meant something to you. Why do you want to do the things you do?"
Henry laughed harshly. "I get a kick out of it. When I was a kid, women all the time played cock teaser with me. They'd sidle up to me and run their hands down into my pants until I was so hot I'd almost cream, then turn and walk off. I hated that. I hated them. Now I got the chance to pay them all back, and I'm taking it."
Stan shrugged as he looked out the window. "Whatever turns you on. That blizzard outside looks like it's letting up. But the snow's better than waist deep out there. We're going to need some firewood real soon now. Want to match for who goes and gets it?"
"You go. I'm allergic to cold weather. That's why I love warm pussy so much."
He stroked his hand along the inside of Lynn's leg. She cringed and immediately regretted the movement. The salt on the table still ground into her butt and sent shivers of pain into her body.
"You'd be happy with a pound of raw liver around your prick. Don't try to put me on. But you're right about it being cold out. Why not send one of our friends? The stud, here, looks like he's the type to enjoy a Swedish style snow bath." Stan walked over to Frank and pointed. "You want to go get us some wood? We'll even let you have some food and water if you do go for us."
"For all of us?" Frank asked.
Stan nodded. "Sure, we're not monsters, you know. We got feelings. I'd sure as hell hate to see the likes of that blonde girl of yours starve to death all because her old man refused to pick up a few sticks of wood."
"I'll do it."
Henry smirked as Stan opened the door. Stan told Frank, "We'll keep you on a leash just in case you got the idea that you can make it out there on your own."
"Naked? I'd freeze to death in a few minutes."
"Naw, it don't work that way. You could get a lot farther before frostbite, even. We don't want to take any chances with you."
Georgette wanted to cry at the humiliation of seeing her husband sent outside on a leash like some sort of work animal, but she found that no tears came. She wondered at that, then decided that she had reached a point of numbness where nothing could penetrate her shell of shock.
"Good," said Henry as Frank dragged in the last of the wood. "That's enough to keep us warm for a couple more days. Let's give 'em the food and have some ourselves."
"You, sweetie, fix the food," Stan ordered Georgette. "And don't do anything you might regret. We're still the ones with the guns." He held up the blued steel barrel of the .38 for her to see. She simply nodded and struggled to her feet to work on something to feed the group.
As Stan finished, picking his teeth and letting out a belch, he said, "I worked up more than an appetite, you know what I mean, Henry?" He looked straight at Georgette. "I been watching her move around the kitchen and she sure has the moves. That's one hell of a nice ass she has. And those tits are more than enough for any guy."
Henry scratched his crotch and nodded. "I know exactly what you're getting at. But is there enough for both of us? I mean, we don't want to spread her too thin."
He laughed at his slight joke and Georgette turned and glared at him. "Is there anything else you two want?" she demanded.
"Sure, sweetie, we decided we're going to have some dessert. Like you!" Stan reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her over and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her lips. She didn't respond.
"Now that's not nice," said Henry. "We're going to have to show you how to respond when a man kisses you." He dropped to his knees and put his arms around her legs. Hands cupping her asscheeks, he pulled her snatch toward his face and sent his pink tongue out searching for her pussy. She shuddered at the rough feeling as he dragged his oral organ up and down her cunt lips.
"Isn't that what you want, sweetie?" asked Stan. "No? Well, hell, we're just going to have to give it all to you. Think she'd like a double length of cock fucking her, Henry?"
The man made an obscene gobbling noise as he worked on the woman's pussy. She hated herself for responding in any way to him. But she felt her cunt beginning to turn liquid. Her body was giving him all he needed to continue licking and lapping at her pussy.
She felt her insides churning with desire, too. That made the woman feel even more wicked than before. She was dirty, depraved, disgusting. To let a rapist turn her on! She fought down the feelings of lust she had for him but it was no good. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt the man's tongue penetrate her pussy lips and plunge deeply up into her flowing cunt.
"She likes it!" crowed Stan. "She's gonna love what I got in mind for her!"
He stood the woman up and his hands spread her legs far apart. She did this willingly. It allowed Henry's probing tongue to work its erotic way even farther into her cunt. The way those fuck fluids were gushing from her twat now, she thought she might come at any second.
She gasped at the feel of Stan's prick moving behind her. It rubbed against her asscheeks and drove between them. She bent forward slightly to part her buttocks. This sent Henry's tongue slithering along her pussy lips in a new and erotically more stimulating pattern. And even more, Stan's prick shot down to the bottom of the humid crack.
His prick head found the tightly clenched fist of her anus. For a moment, she feared he would drive his cock into her without any lubrication. That would rip her apart and she would bleed to death. She voiced her concern and cried out, "No, don't! Not yet! Please, let me ... ummmm!"
The tongue fucking her cunt made words hard to form in her mouth. The way the man's tongue searched out and found all the right places made her momentarily forget her plight. So what if this was a mad rapist intent on doing her and her entire family harm? She was enjoying the mouth love. And what more could she want out of life?
"Stick that cock of yours where I can reach it," said Henry. "I want to lick your cock a little bit."
"Shit, man, don't get disgusting," said Stan. But he moved and sent his prick along the woman's perineum and towards her flowing cunt. "Hey, I can feel her love juices. They're soaking into my cock. I can get all greased and ready to butt fuck her that way. Hey!"
Georgette wasn't sure what was happening between her legs. She suspected that Henry was having his way and licking the other man's prick. She didn't even want to know. This was the first really relaxing, pleasant bout she'd had since these two horrid men had come into her life.
She felt Stan's prick moving back toward her asshole. She tried to relax as the thick glans of his cock pressed hard into the tight muscle. The gradual pressure he used finally succeeded in gaining entry for him. She sobbed out loud as she bore up under the pain of having his prick surge all the way up into her rectum.
His balls wetly slapped against her cunt lips. She moved her hips from side to side, stirring his prick around in her bowels. The way her asshole clamped down on his prick made the man gasp.
"Shit, lady, you're asshole is like a fucking guillotine. It's coming down all around me and trying to chop me off. You wouldn't do a thing like that to me, would you?"
"Shut up, you son of a bitch, and fuck my ass! I'm burning up inside. Fuck me, fuck my asssssss!"
"The little lady wants some action. Think I should give it to her, Henry?"
"Give it to her," came the reply.
Georgette almost passed out from the pleasure racing through her body now. Her asshole felt as if acid had been liberally sprinkled on it. But it was a good hurt. She loved the feel of that huge prick pushing her muscle aside and the hot length actually fucking her butt. She shoved her hips back into the man's crotch and reveled in the feel of his hairy legs rubbing against her assflesh.
They were like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She felt his long, heavy probe of cock begin to work back and forth inside her bowels. Weak and watery inside, she wanted more. The rotary motion she used made his prick stir around inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl. Every motion sent her pulse to racing faster. She felt her tits ballooning as more and more hot blood hammered into them.
Even her nipples were standing erect and pulsating with every beat of her heart. She could hardly bear up under all the pressure she felt in her guts.
Even Henry's tongue was adding to her enjoyment. He couldn't quite get into her cunt any more so he had shifted his attentions to her clit. The pea-sized organ had long since grown to full size. He was batting it around with his tongue. When he sucked it into his mouth, the way he used his lips on it sent a lightning bolt of sensation into her belly. She came.
As soon as the blood pounding like a drum in her ears diminished a little she heard the two men bickering. "Dammit, I was the one who got her off. My tongue all over her cunt and clit."
"Shit a brick, man, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. It was my butt fucking that did it. I tell you this broad will do anything if you only bugger her first."
She didn't care what the result of the argument was as long as the two kept doing what they were doing. The long, fiercely driven shaft of cock reaming out her ass was delightful. The pain had gone as soon as her asshole relaxed enough to take the mountain of manmeat fucking her.
Even the tongue all over her clit felt damned good to her. The tiny feathery touches were the most exciting, but she couldn't tell the man to stop using the long, slow strokes as his rough, pink tongue worked its way down her slit and past her cunt hole.
"More, damn you both, give me more!" she cried out.
"The broad wants my cock, I guess," said Henry. "So who am I to deny it to her?"
"What are you animals doing to my mother?" demanded Lynn. "You can't both fuck her at the same time. You just can't!"
"Shut up, little girl, and see how the grown-ups play. If you like it, we may let you have both our pricks, too. But not till after we've finished with our mommy."
"You filthy animals! I hate you!" blazed Lynn. "Stop it right this minute!"
"Kid, even if I could, I wouldn't. Your mommy's asshole is too tight around my cock for me to want to stop."
"And I'm getting hornier than hell licking her pussy. She tastes good, even without all the hot sauce I put on you. But my cock's feeling damned neglected right now. I got to help my old buddy out. In return, he's gonna give me one hell of a surge. This is going to be the sexual rush to end all rushes!"
Henry stood and braced his stubby legs. His prick jutted straight up at the woman's slightly parted, pinkly scalloped pussy lips. His prick shot upward. He speared into her cunt.
She screamed. Whether it was from pain or pleasure none could tell but the woman. And she couldn't put words to the sensations ripping through her body.
There had been pain as the man's cock plunged into her cunt. His cock hadn't been lubricated at all. The thick oils of her pussy had helped make the passage a little easier, but the woman's cunt was still tiny in comparison. As he buried his cock to the hilt, she felt weak and watery in the legs. Sagging forward, she had to support herself on Henry's broad shoulders.
"She digs it," he gloated. "She's actually begging for more of my prick."
"Little wonder," said Stan, "since there's so little of it in the first place."
"Shit, man, I'll show you. We'll both fuck her at the same time and see how she likes it. She's gonna tell you who she likes best, me or some half-witted back door man."
"I'm game. Get to fucking, if you can!"
"I told you, I don't fuck little boys exclusively. For you, I might even make an exception if you'd ever bend over for me."
Stan snorted. His hands went around Georgette's body and clamped down firmly on each of her huge mounds of titflesh. "I like women. I like fucking this one!"
She straightened up a little as she felt his hands working on her jugs. He caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He moved them around as if holding hard marbles. She gasped when he pushed and pulled the nubbins of erectile flesh. The way those nipples pulsed told her of her real arousal. She was almost at the breaking point.
When he cupped her tits and began rotating them in wide circles, she did come. The sensations knifing down into her chest were too delicious to ignore any longer. She allowed them to run free through her body and collide with the warmth and excitement being generated up her ass and throughout her cunt.
The three areas converged in her belly and then exploded inside her like an atomic bomb. She felt the ice and iron grip of orgasm seize her and toss her around like a piece of paper in a high wind.
"Keep fucking," she moaned out. "I need you all the way up my ass. And my poor little cunny! It's on fire, too. Fuck, fuck meeeeee!"
"Your wish is our command," panted Stan, behind her. His hands were turning sweaty on her tits. She slipped them back and forth to make sure that he was properly stimulating her. It was a matter of pride with him that he could get her hotter than Henry. That guy was a weirdo who'd fuck anything that didn't run away from him.
Stan felt he had to maintain a macho image as long as he was around the man. And to actually have him pleasure a broad more than he could would be a disgrace.
Stan doubled the speed of his fucking. His balls tightened up on him and he felt the telltale churning inside. His lead-heavy jism was about to boil over. He held onto his control as long as he could. He fought down the rising tide of his jism successfully. He kept fucking, loving every second of it. The hot sheath of her asshole around his cock really turned him into a sex machine.
Every stroke into her ass sent his prick just a little bit farther into her belly. Once, he discovered that he could rub the underside of his prick against that of Henry. The thin inner membrane of the woman's pussy walls and her rectum was all that separated their pricks.
"Hey, I like this!" cried Henry. "I can feel your cock against mine. Keep doing it!"
Stan felt a little disgust, then buried it in his mind. What did it matter to him if the other guy got his jollies this way? He was content enough butt fucking a lovely woman. Her ass shivered and pressed insistently into his groin and told him she loved his cock. The way her nipples pulsed under his hand told him that she enjoyed what he was doing there, too. Fuck Henry and all his queer ways.
He was fucking a woman and enjoyed the hell out of it!
Georgette was in a limbo of delight. She drifted and soared as the two men continued driving then pricks firmly, fiercely into her cunt and asshole. She loved being fucked this way. She wondered why it had never happened this way before to her.
She slowly worked it out, amid the confusion caused by the glorious fucking. Only sex with her husband. Never with two men at the same time. That caused the oversight on her part. No way Frank could fuck her up the ass and cunt at the same time.
Something good had come from this captivity with Stan and Henry, then. She had discovered a new facet to her own sexuality. She loved being fucked by two men at the same time. The hands on her tits, diddling with her nipples, pressing down into the marshmallowy soft flesh underneath. Her heart hammered just a little faster feeling a cock in her asshole as well as in her cunt.
Her mind drifted in the odd way it always did as orgasm approached. She could have this any time she wanted. There was Frank, he loved fucking her. And Mike, her son. He could ram that mighty prick of his up her ass and fuck her at the same time. They were a family. They'd found that fucking together wasn't that bad. It was even a more exciting way of living than any of them had believed possible. And it had been due to two convicts that they'd discovered each other sexually.
She gasped as the cock reaming out her ass exploded. The lava-hot jism rocketed into her bowels and gave her a hot enema. The weak, watery feeling in her gut due to that jizz-enema rapidly vanished and the cock slipped from her ass.
The cock fucking her cunt so savagely doubled its power and speed. She didn't know how that was possible, but it happened. Each stroke into her cunt lifted her up onto her toes. She began wiggling from side to side to move the prick around in her pussy. This caused even more stimulation.
She came. When her pussy convulsed and clamped down hard on the buried cock, the man also got his rocks off. She felt the sweet, burning rush of come into her cunt.
Together, they rocked through their mutual orgasm, clinging to each other. When she came to her senses and realized it was Henry she clung to, she almost fainted. He was evil. He was a dirty animal intent only on raping her. How could she have ever thought being fucked by him was good?
She pushed away as his limp prick slithered from her cunt. A stream of come gushed from her pussy and her asshole and went down the insides of her legs.
CHAPTER TEN
"I think I could get to like this kind of living, Stan," said Henry, leaning back in his chair. "This is a hell of a lot better than being in the slammer."
"Yeah, I know. Why do you think I was so hot to get out? This is worth every second of the time they'd give us if they catch us and toss us back in."
"Think they will catch us?"
"Don't see how they could. We're safe as two bugs in a rug as long as we stay here. And why shouldn't we? We've got enough food, it's warm and we have an entire family to keep us company. You all like that, huh?" he asked Frank.
"What do you think? I want to see you all rotting behind bars again. And you will. The cops will catch up with you sooner or later."
"What makes you think so? I committed over a hundred robberies before I fell on one. Then they nailed me on a rape charge. It was my fourth. They didn't even suspect the others, and it wouldn't have done them any good if they had. They couldn't prove any of it. I get sent up for about one in ten of the crimes I commit. That's not too bad, you know."
"And I play the odds, too," said Henry. "I figure I was sick of the time I spent in the joint and it was time for a chance of scenery. I figure they won't catch us at all. That means we're gonna get off scot free."
"They'll catch you," said Frank, but his heart wasn't in the argument. He had to admit they sounded like they knew what they were talking about. He had heard that most crimes were never solved, that murders were seldom solved.
That meant these two men could kill them and leave and there would be only three chances in ten of them ever being caught and convicted of the crime. Considering that they had already committed rape more times than Frank could count didn't hearten him. It would be better for them to leave no witnesses.
Frank cast a quick look over at his wife. Georgette was flunking the same-thoughts. She appeared a little panicked by it. Neither Mike nor Lynn seemed to have gotten the drift of the conversation. Frank thought this was just as well. No sense bothering the kids with something none of them could control. What Stan and Henry did was strictly up to them. They were psychopaths and capable of anything.
"After fucking her like that, I think I'm ready for a little nap," said Stan. "Keep watch for a while and then you can grab a few z's."
"Why you, big man? Why not both of us? They aren't going any place. Not trussed up like that."
"Shut up and do as you're told," Stan said. His tone brooked no argument and Henry shut up.
But Stan was hardly asleep, his head on the table where a few grains of salt still remained, when Henry began to doze off. Lynn pressed closer to Mike when she saw this and quietly said, "This might be our chance to escape. See if you can get my ropes undone. Start on my feet."
She almost laughed when Mike began working on her bonds. His fingers touched the soles of her feet and tickled her. She cursed herself for being so ticklish, but it would be over soon. She had no real plan in mind, but getting free had to be the first step of any escape plan.
"Damn," muttered Mike, "it's hard work trying to do this behind my back. And I wish they hadn't tied the ropes so tight around my wrists. The circulation's about gone."
"Quiet," cautioned Lynn. "Don't wake them up."
When the rope came free from her ankles, she almost cried out in relief. The blood flowed vigorously back into her feet. Soon the pain was almost more than she could bear. The needles of sensation danced up and down her slender legs. But it was better than remaining the prisoners of the two escaped convicts.
"Now do my hands," she commanded. "Your fingers are so much stronger than mine. I should be able to get you undone with my hands loose."
Mike worked feverishly, each time Stan or Henry snorted in their sleep a nervous start making his hands shake. "I can't do it!" he finally complained. "I just can't. The ropes are too well tied."
"Hmmmm? Wha?" said Stan. Then he dropped his head down to the table again and went back to sleep.
"I've got to make a break for it, Mike. I've got to. Doesn't matter if my hands are free or not."
"Sis, no! You're stark naked. If you try it out in the snow, you're going to freeze!"
"My pussy may get cold, but them's the breaks," she said, trying for a light touch and failing miserably. "This might be our only chance. If I can make it the three miles down the road, I can reach a phone and call for help."
"No!"
But she was already inching toward the door. The latch eluded her for a few seconds, then she was outside. The cold gust of wind entering as she left betrayed her.
The cold breeze woke up Stan and Henry. They rubbed the sleep from their eyes, counted their hostages, then leaped for the door. Lynn was bogged down in the first huge snowdrift not ten paces away from the front door.
Henry cock his pistol and slowly took aim. The frightened blonde turned and looked back over her shoulder, seeing nothing but the bore of the gun. It looked like the size of a fire hose.
"No, Henry, don't waste her. She's too damned good looking for that. Besides, in these woods, a shot might carry for miles. We don't want to advertise our presence. Let's just punish her."
"Yeah, like making her stay outside for the night?"
"No, I was thinking more of...." His voice trailed off as he looked at Mike's scared face. "Like having the two of them fuck. When they're done, then they get back into the cabin."
"Yeah, I like that a lot, Stan. You're a genius. Come on, lover boy, on your feet." He pulled Mike up and shoved him out into the snow. He fell heavily into the snow bank beside Lynn.
"You two get to fucking. When she gets you off, then you get back in. And we got to see the jizz before we give you a passing score. Got that, you two?" Stan laughed and slammed the door. The two men pressed their noses against the window pane and watched the teenagers shivering in the snow.
"I ... I'm sorry, Mike. I don't mean to get you involved in this, too," said Lynn. She pulled herself into a compact ball to try and stop the rapid heat loss.
"Let's get it on-fast. I don't think I'll be able to if I stay out here much longer."
"You mean you really want to fuck?"
"With you, Lynn, sure!" he exclaimed, then blushed at the thought of being too excited over the prospect. But his sister didn't say anything. If she felt any response other than cold, she hid it well.
"I guess you're right. But how are you ever going to get an erection? In this cold it's easy for my nipples to come alive." She glanced down and Mike saw the truth of her comment. Her nipples were a bright red and fully erect. She might not have been sexually alive but the sight of those nipples would have made him think she was.
That was all he really needed to get some feeling into his prick. He let it stir around as his eyes dragged over the body of his lovely sister. Incest wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. She was more vibrant, more responsive than any girl he'd ever fucked.
His prick stirred a little more. She edged through the frigid snow and snuggled up closer to him. He pressed his cock into the side of her leg. The warmth of her flesh made his cock jerk and bounce around, but it failed to come totally erect.
"I guess I'm going to have to suck on you a little. Do you mind?" she asked.
"Mind! Hell, I'd love it! You ... you're beautiful, Lynn. What guy wouldn't want you to suck on his prick?"
She smiled and said faintly, "I guess I'm still not entirely used to the idea that the two of us could ... you know. That we could get it on like we have been."
"Had you dreamed about me the way I dreamed about you?"
"Mike!" she cried.
"I didn't mean it quite that way. I meant that I dreamed of having you in bed with me and we fucked and . ... shit. Never mind. Just get to work On my cock before it turns into a popsicle."
She maneuvered over his hips and shoved her lips down to his cock. Using her tongue, she coaxed his prick into her mouth. Soft lips caressed his cock, shivering though it was. He leaned back with the snow bank supporting him. The icy fingers of the snow worked up and down his spine, but he tried to think only of the lovely blonde teenager sucking on his prick. And this wasn't just any teenager, it was his sister.
Incest. The idea seemed so foreign to him now. And to think they had been forced into it by the two convicts., That was something to thank the men for, in spite of the horror of the captivity.
He shuddered hard as the snow began to slowly freeze his bound hands. Frostbite wouldn't take long. He shook his head to get that idea out of it. He had to concentrate on what the blonde girl was doing to his cock.
She sucked more of his prick into her warm, wet mouth. He sighed with the pleasure of her tongue stroking the underside of his cock. He felt himself beginning to respond. His prick jerked erect and stiff in his sister's mouth. She didn't let up with the suction she applied, either.
Her cheeks went hollow with the strain of sucking on the knobby end of his cock. He felt his hips begin to move of their own accord. Vague thrusts toward her face told him he wanted to face fuck her. But would that be good enough for their two captors? Would they force the two of them to fuck again?
Mike didn't know if he could ever get it back up again, not after fucking once in this icy snow bank.
The crunch of the snow under his shoulders told him that his sister was putting more of her weight on top of him. He was almost numb from the cold by now. Only his prick seemed alive. He opened his eyes and saw Lynn spreading her legs wide and exposing her pussy.
She planted herself firmly over his cock. With her cunt lips fluttering against his prick, he felt as if they might manage this fucking. He knew a strong tide of desire pulsed through his veins for his sister. She was more than beautiful, she was the dream girl he had fantasized about for years. This was his big chance to really fuck an angel.
"Ready, Mike?" she asked, poised over his waist. Having her hands tied behind her cramped her style a lot. She wished she could have placed her hands on his chest and' used this leverage to get a good up and down motion on the long pole of his prick.
As it was, she would have to rely on her leg muscles. And her legs were almost frozen stiff by now. If they didn't get to fucking and soon, they would both become snowmen out in the cold.
"Go on. My prick's super hot, thanks to you."
"Just so you get off fast. I don't think I could stand to take too much more of this cold."
She simply relaxed and let gravity do most of the work. She screamed as his icy prick entered her seething cunt. She had thought his manmeat would still be warm from the sucking she had given it. She was wrong. The brief exposure to the elements had robbed it of any warmth she had given it.
"You're frozen stiff!"
"And you thought I was a great lover," Mike gasped. "So melt me inside that blast furnace of a cunt you have."
She remained squatting over his prick for several minutes until it began to thaw out a little due to her inner heat. Her pussy walls massaged and stroked up and down his prick as if a velvet glove was being used. He groaned and knew that he would be dead soon if she didn't get him warm. The cold was too much to bear. It robbed his body of every other sensation and he was beginning to feel sleepy.
That was a sure sign he was freezing to death. With a blonde beauty like his sister surrounding his prick with her clutching cunt, there was no way in the world he could have gone to sleep otherwise.
She seemed to sense his problem. Perhaps she was better able to withstand the cold than he was due to the padding nature had so thoughtfully provided women. She felt the numbing fingers of cold at her back and face, but her belly and tits were still warm. Not as warm as she could have desired, but not too bad.
She began to rise. His prick slipped from her gooey twat like toothpaste coming from a tube. He had momentarily lost his hardon. The sudden shock of the cold ah had done it to him. But her lips fluttered around his cock and teased it back into hardness. Then she plunged downward again. She used a twisting motion that corkscrewed his prick into her cunt.
They both gasped as her bush ground into his. The tiny droplets of snow dotting her pussy fur sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow. This excited him and he felt his cock quiver with lust now. She rose again. When she dropped even harder onto his cock, his hips lifted up. Their bodies smashed into one another with impressive force.
His cock drove even deeper into her cunt.
They were both panting now from the fucking. Their bodies flowed and moved like some silent symphony. Their breaths gusted out and hung in the air like silvery plumes. But they weren't thinking about that. All their concentration was much lower.
Lynn experienced a rare high from this fucking. She let the cold ah stimulate her body. The contrast with the hot poker of her brother's cock was remarkable. This difference set her into a wild frenzy of self-fucking. She rose and fell faster and faster until her hips were almost a blur.
The snow under their bodies began to melt as the heat rose. Their fucking made lewd sounds that were carried away by the gentle wind blowing around them. There was no chance either of them would freeze to death now, not with the vigor and energy of the fucking.
Her cunt convulsed as she came. It took her by surprise. The sexual tensions had been mounting inside her, but she thought that was simply the result of the cold. She was wrong. It had been her brother's prick driving balls deep into her steamy cunt that had done it. The friction of cockhead against her pussy walls warmed her more than any exterior fire could.
She came again. And her cunt squeezed down on his hidden prick like the walls of a collapsing mine shaft. He grunted and lifted her entire body from the ground with his hips. His cock pressed hard into her cold pussy-lips. Their fucking was totally oblivious of the snow surrounding them now.
All that mattered was each other. His cock into sister's cunt. Incest. But fun while fucking. His prick getting harder, swollen in her seething cunt.
They both came. His prick blasted out a steady stream of jism while she rocked to and fro, locked in the iron grip of orgasm. She felt her cunt greedily suck up every last drop of his come, then relax.
"You're great, Sis, you're really great!" exclaimed Mike. He knew his lips were chapped and possibly even frostbitten and his hands were like two ice cubes, but he burned with an inner warmth that couldn't be put out. His sister was a hot bush. She had just proven it to him!
"You're not so bad yourself, stud. I've seen guys hung a lot better than you that couldn't fuck half as good. I guess it is true. You need the skill more than the equipment."
He smiled, his lips splitting. Blood trickled down his chin. She immediately bent forward and kissed it away, licking up the blood as it seeped from his mouth.
"Come on in, you two. Unless you dig it out there." Stan's voice was filled with a touch of awe. He obviously hadn't believed they would be able to do anything.
Lynn walked into the cabin, proud of the trickle of her brother's come down the inside of her leg. Mike was more of a man than either of their two captors. He had just proven it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Damn, but this is boring," complained Stan. "I don't see anything outside but snow. Everywhere. That white shit is everywhere." He banged the butt of his pistol against the pane of the glass as if that would make the snow and ice go away.
"We don't have it so bad. Look at it this way, man. This is a damn sight better than sitting in the slammer. We got food and ever-so-willing chicks to help us out." Henry leered in the direction of Georgette and Lynn. The two women glared back.
Then Georgette had an idea. She inched closer to Lynn and her son and husband. Quietly, so as not to alert the two convicts, she said, "Can you two get your hands free if Lynn and I keep the two of them occupied?"
"I guess we might," answered Mike. "I feel sort of numb, though. The cold really did a number on my hands and feet."
"I think if Mike helps me, I can get my ropes loose. But what good would that do, Georgette? They've still got the guns." '
"Lynn and I could keep them really busy, if you know what I mean."
Mike felt a surge of anger. "Mom, no! You two can't do that. Not with those cocksuckers!"
"Shush, son. Listen up, now. Your mother has a good idea. Unless you've got a better one for getting us out of here. If we don't do something and fast, they're going to kill us."
"Right. I know it, but still, Lynn! And Mom!"
"We all have to make sacrifices at times," said Lynn. "But I'm willing to give my body for a good cause like this."
"What you two talking about?" snapped Stan. "I don't want to see you talking like that. If you do it any more, we'll string you up to that post again."
"We won't, Stan," said Georgette. "But you're looking mighty lonely. Do you want some company? Both of you?" She batted her eyelashes slightly in Henry's direction. She hated the man but she had to play up to him, for the moment.
"Well, well, that's the best offer I had all day."
"And don't forget me," chimed in Lynn. "My poor little pussy is still cold from being outside. Won't one of you warm it up for me?"
"Shit, I don't believe this. Why the sudden change?"
Georgette swallowed hard and tried to make it sound convincing. "You two are everything those two aren't." She tossed her head in the direction of Mike and Frank. "They're cowards. You two are so big and strong and brave, it made us get to thinking we might be better off with you."
"Now you're talking!" said Henry, moving toward the women.
"I ain't complaining any," agreed Stan. "Come on over here, you two, and let's see just how far you mean to go-willingly."
"Whatever you want, big boy," said Lynn. She wanted to wink at her mother but didn't dare. That might tip off the whole act. She saw her brother scoot a little closer to then father. In a while, Frank should be loose and able to do something.
If she and her mother kept the two convicts properly occupied.
The two women had hoped to get then own hands untied, but the convicts didn't want any part of that. Still, with then attention on hot twats, the men wouldn't be as likely to see Mike and Frank back to back, clumsily working on each other's bonds.
"Down on your back, Henry," ordered Georgette. Much to her surprise, the man eagerly obeyed her. She dropped down and straddled his prick just as Lynn had done for her brother out in the snow. She gasped as the cock went easily into her still dry cunt hole.
"Ummm, God, that's a huge prick you have," she told him. The smile on his face told her she was in control-for the moment. Quickly, she hurried on, "Sit on his face, Lynn. Let him show you how good he is at eating pussy. And don't hesitate to suck cock if you find the opportunity given you by Stan."
As Lynn crouched over Henry's face and felt his tongue working its way along her sex gash, she found her lips on Stan's prick. The man towered over her. She knew then the full brilliance of her mother's plan. The older woman had unerringly planned this to appeal to the men's prejudices. Henry could be ordered around by appealing to his vanity. Tell him he was a big stud and he'd jump through hoops. And Stan had to physically tower over his women.
Sucking his prick wasn't as distasteful for the girl as she thought it might be. The feel of the other man's tongue working in and out of her pussy helped take some of the edge off her own sexual desires, too.
"Hey, I like this," said Stan. As he began to turn around, probably to stuff his prick into Georgette's mouth, the older woman quickly drove her tongue between the muscular slabs of his asscheeks. She didn't want him turning around and seeing the feverish activity Frank and Mike were engaged in.
He might kill them all out of hand if he did.
"Ummm, well, I guess I can stay here for a bit," he said. Georgette was too busy to care about the progress her son and husband might be making. She had to keep her mind on the fucking. Henry's thick prick spread her cunt lips and shoved hard into her yielding pussy. She twisted and turned as she fucked herself to drag the skin on his prick in an arousing way. The woman succeeded beyond her wildest hopes. She felt Henry's cock pulse and throb deep within her pussy. Tensing up, she trapped his cock and tried to hold it in her pussy as she lifted her hips up and away from his crotch. She got him to moan loudly at this tactic. She couldn't really hang onto his prick for long since her own fuck juices betrayed her, but it was the idea that counted.
More distasteful to her was the tongue fucking of Stan's ass. The man's hairy ass shoved back and forth toward her face as he face fucked her daughter. Georgette had to keep calm. She didn't dare panic at this because the slightest mistake would give them all away. Her tongue dived deep and found the tiny asshole.
The shit chute itself made her want to gag, but she kept her tongue moving until she had lightly touched all around it. Then she took the plunge. Her tongue sailed up the man's rectum.
"God in Heaven, that's great!" Stan exclaimed. "And you, blondie, keep sucking on my prick. This is fantastic! Fan-fucking-tastic!"
Lynn had to shift her weight when Stan began to really face fuck her. She kept her lips poised in a round shape so that he could slide easily into her mouth. Cradling his cock with her tongue, she was able to stimulate the delicate underside every stroke in and out. When she began lightly using her teeth to dig ridges on the sides of his prick, the man almost went berserk.
"Do it, do it to it!" he shouted.
She kept her teeth gouging into the sides of his cock but made sure her soft lips soothed as the prick came out.
It was difficult for her remembering what to do. It should have come naturally but the feelings surging up from her own cunt continually robbed her of her concentration. Henry's tongue fucking of her cunt sent shivers of delight throughout her belly. She relaxed a little more and almost smothered the man with her snatch. He didn't seem to mind. If anything, his tongue became all the more active.
She'd always felt the best way for a man to kiss a woman's navel was from the inside-with his tongue. Henry's tongue wasn't quite long enough to do that, but she wasn't complaining. The man was giving it all he had and she knew he wasn't paying any attention to either her brother or her daddy. That was the important thing, not whether she got her rocks off or not.
Between Stan's legs, Lynn could see her mother really working fast up and down on Henry's cock. The ugly red column of his cock excited her pussy and was drenched with her cunt juices. She held at the top of the stroke for a moment, her pink lips obscenely kissing the knobby tip of his prick. Then the entire cock would vanish from Lynn's sight as her mother dropped back down onto that impaling spike.
Stan urged her on. "Go on, blondie, give me more suction. You can give head better than this, can't you?"
She didn't want him turning to her mother. Her cheeks collapsed under the suction on his prick. When his rubbery-tipped cock bounced off the roof of her mouth, she swallowed hard. His entire cock length went down her throat.
For a horrifying moment, she thought she was going to choke to death. The gag response was strong, but she managed to hold it down. Every time she swallowed, her throat bobbed and rubbed lasciviously against the more sensitive portions of the convict's cock.
This seemed to satisfy Stan more than anything else she could have done. He laced his fingers through the honey blonde mat of her hah and began fucking in and out with deliberate strokes. This she could handle.
She saw her mother working her hips frantically on Henry's prick. From the way Henry was licking at her own cunt, she knew that the man was almost ready to come. He was taking out some of his excitement on her pussy. She didn't mind. It only added fuel to her own duties at Stan's prick. She sucked for all she was worth.
When Henry came, Lynn knew it instantly. The man's tongue seemed to drive impossibly deep into her cunt. Then he hesitated for a moment, as if unsure what to do. When he resumed tongue fucking her cunt, she knew his prick was beginning to wilt in her mother's pussy.
The sight of her mother continuing to lick and kiss Stan's ass told the girl she should keep going.
When the man fountained his come into her mouth, she didn't flinch away. She sucked his seed as hard as she could, not wanting a single drop to be spilled. She hated the man, but it was important to her that she please him. His cock was deflated in a few seconds.
"Ummm, shit, that tired me out. I shouldn't have done it so soon." Stan moved away from Lynn and Georgette and sat down at the table. In a few minutes, he was asleep.
Lynn continued to press her pussy into Henry's mouth, but she felt his tongue's strokes slowing down and soon, he stopped entirely. Hesitantly, she lifted her hips upward. Peering down, she confirmed her guess. He was asleep.
The two women looked at Mike and Frank. And then they sighed. Frank rubbed his wrists, quietly untied Mike, then tiptoed over and picked up first Stan's gun, then Henry's.
The two convicts had the tables turned on them.
* * *
"This is inhuman punishment. You can't do this to us!" screamed Henry.
"You're violating our civil rights. This is against the Constitution. We've got rights, you know. We'll sue!" Stan cried.
The two convicts were tied with their hands behind their backs. A single strand of thread had been tossed over the beam above and hangman's nooses were fastened around both men's balls. The slightest movement on either of their parts would castrate them.
"Shut up. You're going to have to stand there until the roads thaw out." Frank sat back in his chair as he watched Lynn go over to Henry and begin to tickle the man with a feather. He moved and Stan yelped. Lynn then changed her tactics and went to work on Stan with the feather. No matter how they tried, they couldn't help from inflicting pain on themselves by the thin thread.
"Hey, folks, listen," said Mike. "A helicopter!"
He ran outside and, hovering above was a Forest Service helicopter. A loudspeaker called down, "You all right? Need any supplies? The roads are impassable and will be for another week!"
"We have two convicts! Escaped from prison! Can we get rid of them!"
The copter landed and two rangers emerged from it. "You got them? Those are two desperate dudes. Wanted for murder now. Look, we can't take everyone out, but you must have been under a real strain. Why don't we ferry you all out, including the convicts!"
"No, sir," said Frank and Georgette in unison. "We came up here for a vacation and we're going to have it. But it would be nice if you could take those two off out hands."
"Done!" said the one ranger. "Those escapees have been giving the cops fits for almost a week. You should be in for a big reward."
"Just leave us alone for a while. Least till the roads clear off," said Frank. "I want to be alone with my family. Nothing more."
"You got it coming, fella," said the other ranger, slapping him on the back. "Let's get those cons out of your hair."
The Marrons watched the helicopter loaded with Stan and Henry rise and then head down the mountain. They silently exchanged glances, then laughed.
"Let's go inside and celebrate!" cried Georgette.
Lynn and Mike hung back a little, then said, "We were thinking we might have a real orgy. The four of us."
"Really?" asked Frank.
"Sure. We, well, look, Dad, those two may have forced us to screw each other, but it's been in our minds. Let's stop thinking about it. I know Lynn is about the sexiest chick ever and Mom is too. I want to do something about it now that the ice is broken."
Lynn snuggled up to her brother, her hand pressing firmly on his cock. "I like the idea. Let's have a fuck fest!"
