John Friday - Family in chains

Opposite, hunched almost into a ball, he saw another young woman with long, silky dark-brown hair pitched forward across the peaks of her tits.

She wore only a loincloth made of rabbit fur and she sat like she could hardly wait for her turn to come.

Shit, I've blundered into a dungeon of torment and abuse. Roxanne's clothes had been all but ripped off. Only the tattered remains hung in place, and they concealed nothing of her lush, ripe curves.

The man facing her drew back a long black leather whip. Will gulped, shouldered the ancient rifle and barged into the room. "Hold it right there!"

Silas whirled half-around. When he saw the half-inch bore of the flintlock aimed at the middle of his chest, he froze. The terrified glint in his beady eyes told Will one thing he'd wanted to know. The gun must be loaded!

"Er, you be damn careful with that old gun, mister. She's got a hair trigger."

"Then you're the one who should be damn careful!"

Silas nodded and let the whip slide from his hand. He backed up slowly toward the timber where Roxanne was bound.

"Don't take another step unless you like the smell of gunpowder," Will said.

"Too late, fella." Silas flashed an evil grin. His hairy back touched Roxanne's jutting nipples. He felt their firm, hot touch beneath his shoulder blades. "At this range, the ball outta that rifle will go right through me and have enough zap left to kill your pretty wife."

Will felt a cringing moment of uncertainty. Then he slowly raised the barrel. "Since you're so much taller… I can blow off the top of your fucking head and not hit anything but that wooden pole behind."

Silas paled, his eyes darting. "Er, Wes – hey, Wes."

He was oblivious to it all. Babs reached that agonized moment of confusion when feelings of anguish and ecstasy begin to merge. The writhing contortions of her ass gripped and clenched on the shaft of his cock, trying to pull in more, but also half-rejecting and trying to squeeze his huge prick out.

"Hhhaaagghhh!" she cried. "Oh, God! Huuunnngh! Oh, Wes." Will could not help letting his eyes stray that way. This man called Wes was acting out one of his lewd… fucking the luscious, tempting little blonde. Fucking her hard and making her like it. Leaving her no choice. Offering no mercy but the blissful escape that comes with orgasm.

"Wes! Oh, Wes. Fuck my ass… it's starting to feel good. Huuungh! I love your big, hot prick!"

"And I like your hot little shithole!" He fucked into her, slapping his hairy loins down hard on the crack of her ass, making her gush and writhe joyously on the tingling fur spread beneath her.

"Wes! Goddamn it, Wes – we got a problem!" Silas knew how touchy the trigger on that old flintlock was. A tiny little twitch – a feather's touch – would set it off. And he knew that a ripping big hold the.50 caliber ball would make.

Wes snarled without taking his gaze from the girl's yellow-gold hair. "Shut up, shithead! Can't you see I'm busy! This little bitch has a great ass. She's already got my prick about to fire!"

"Aaaahhh, Wes – please don't say fire." Beads of sweat sparkled all over Silas' brow.

"Shoot the sonuvabitch!" Roxanne said from behind. "He tore my clothes off with that whip, then he lashed my naked pussy until it burned!"

"You bastard! No wonder you live in a hole in the ground!"

"Now listen… Wes an me just wanted to have a little fun."

"Well, you've had it! That pussy you whipped belongs to me, ape-face. I'm going to enjoy picking your brains up in a bucket."

"Now… we can work this all out. There's plenty enough to go around. I'll even let you fuck Melissa over there."

"And I'm going to let you try to fuck the end of this rifle barrel!"

"Wes!" Silas hissed. "You fuck-crazy bastard. We got big trouble!"

This time, Wes didn't eves hear his brother's urgent whine. The rhythmic slap of hard muscle on soft ass check half covered the sound. Cries and moans from the writhing little blonde disguised the rest.

"Huuunnngh! Good! Oh, yeah. Fuck it into me! Hhhmmmm! The way it hurt at first, that makes it even better now. Oohh, Jeeeez! Haaaggghhh! I'm going to have an orgasm in my ass!"

"You bet you are! I'm going to blister your shitter. You won't want to sit down for a week."

"Hhhhmmmm. I don't want to sit down now! I just want you to fuck me… as hard and deep as you can. Ooooh, grrruuungh! I never knew a prick could go so far in!"

"Wait until you, feel it spurt. You'll think they've launched a rocket!"

"Now!" she cried. "Ooooh, NOW! Make your big cock spit fire. I want to feel it. Hhhnmmm, I need to feel it. That'll make me cum!"

Melissa looked almost bored, like it was an old TV rerun being played before her eyes. Lewd, violent fucking on one side of the room… the possibility of sudden death in the middle. It hardly soaked into her head. The sting of rejection and being cast aside so clouded her mind that she could hardly think. From being the center of attention and the object of pitched battles, she'd shrunk to being nothing. Not even noticed.

Will's gaze no longer strayed. It remained fixed on Babs. Her joyous squirming intrigued him. Her lithe body jerked each time Wes drove his cock in. Then she arched up sharply as he drew back. Will realized then, he'd never watched another couple fuck before.

It excited him even more than his idle dreams of lust. This was real – a vision so close that it could be touched. His cock stiffened, throbbing anxiously inside his pants.

Silas watched like a wily cougar, just waiting for the right moment to spring. Melissa grinned as she watched that twitching bulge swell. Everything had evened out. Three women, three cocks. Somehow, she had to think of a way to keep this new guy from blowing off Silas' head as he'd threatened to do. "Grrruuunnngh!" Wes let out a mighty grunt.

He drove his cock to the hilt and let the sucking fury of the little blonde's ass have it all. He felt pretty well fucked out, not even sure he had jism left to pump.

"Oooohhhh!" Babs moaned. She felt his body tense as his cock sank deep, then she felt the spasms far inside. "Cum, you bastard! Fuck me full!" She reared back, arching despite his crushing weight, lifting and winding her ass around.

"Goddamn!" Wes closed his eyes, wincing as the pressure swelled. Jizz steamed out of his balls like flaming jelly. It blazed the length of his cock, searing and straining the inside of the tube.

"Hhhooo-yyyyyeeeees!" Babs took the first jolt and rammed her ass back to get more. "Pump your cum in! It makes your prick so hot and slick. Ooooh, you can really fuck me now!"

Wes grunted and whipped his long, thick cock in and out. Slick cum greased Babs' frenzied asshole and made the sliding, twisting friction even more delightful. "Take it, you cock-hungry bitch! Take it all!"

"Huuuunghhh! Yes, and I'll wring your prick dry! Feel the way my little ass can suck?"

"Ooooh, yeah… I feel it!"

She'd been toying with different movements, trying to find the one Wes liked best – the one that would tease and coax the most jism from his cock. This was it!

"Fuck, baby! Fuck with your ass! Make that little shitter smoke!"

Will Marshal gulped and swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. The heat and the fury of their mutual climax entranced him. He'd never experienced anything like it.

Silas tensed, waiting, alert. So far, the gun barrel had not wavered more than a fraction of an inch.

He couldn't chance a rushing leap without a very good possibility of getting his head shot off.

"Hhhaaaagh!" Wes cried at last. "That's it, baby… that's all the jism for a little while."

"No… no… no!" Babs raised up and screwed her ass around on the root of his cock, wringing and sucking with all the frenzied power of her insides. She felt another couple of spurts, and then she went limp – thoroughly exhausted and completely satisfied. "Ooooh, Wes! Oooooh, Wes!"