John Friday: Family in chains

"Try reversing the rhythm. Don't spring up to meet my prick – let yourself go limp and sink back. Let me smash your pretty little ass down on that silky fur – huuunnnghhhh! Yeah! Now clamp on that big fucker like you don't want me to draw it out!"

"Like this?" Shelly winced, straining her taut bands of cunt muscle hard around his cock.

"Hhhmmmm, yeah… just like that. But no pussy in the world is strong enough to hold me in."

He began arching and drawing back for another thrust.

Shelly sensed what to do without having to be told. She curved her back and let her body flow with his, following his throbbing cock clear to the peak of its arc. "Now fuck it back in," she moaned, willing herself to relax and receive all of his hot prick with only the slightest wet friction.

"Huuunnngh!" Will stabbed into her fuck hole parting soft waves of damp, clinging cunt flesh.

Shelly gushed, wincing until he had all of his cock inside her. Then she grunted and gripped his prick hard. It felt like he had his cock in a wringer. The fluid suction reached all the way into his balls. A heated charge of jism swelled and steamed, making his nuts ache and the root of his cock burn.

"Now faster!" And he picked up the fuck pace. She grunted, hardly able to keep up.

"Is that good? Will my sucking pussy make you cum now?"

"In about two seconds!" Maybe less that that. The searing pressure made his eyes water. He spiked his prick in to the hilt and gave a deep, rumbling grunt as his prick began to spurt.

"Oooh, God! Ooooh, gruuuuunnngh!" Shelly tensed when she felt the first jolt of liquid fire. Then she shuddered, taking one, two, three more hot blasts of cum that came so fast she could hardly count.

"Take it, you little bitch. That's what you've been begging for!"

"Huuuunnngh, yeah! But…"

"But what?" Will kept driving, lifting and jamming his cock in hard so that it bottomed each time it belched another thick glob of jism.

Spraying cum soon filled her tight, clinging little fuck hole. He could feel the jizz backing up, rising in her fleshy cunt until it flowed slick and warm over his cock.

"Hhhhhooooh!" she cried. She had never felt such a flood. Because Jimmy could never hold back, he'd never fired such a full load of jizz into her. "How much jism do your nuts hold?"

"More, baby! Lot's more. And I'm fucking it all into your cunt!"

"Yes! Ooooh, yes!" Now that his cock slid back and forth on a silvery film of cum, the sultry friction became a maddening delight. "I want more I want every drop! Hhhhmmm, fuck my little pussy full!"

It was already full. The thick fuck cream had been cock-whipped to a silvery froth that gushed up and glazed her pussy lips. "It feels like I'm cumming. Hot jism is gushing put of me!"

"And there's still more where that came from!" Wes gave a long sigh and told his brother. "This just ain't working out right." He watched Shelly's gyrating hips wring the last hot drops of jism from her dad's cock.

Silas grunted in agreement. His gaze was on the lush-bodied bitch with the silver-streaked hair. Melissa had her moaning and thrashing as much as the torment of bondage would allow.

Babs lay between them, gasping and shivering in the afterglow of an eerie climax that came from having two different fingers reaming her cunt at the same time. It felt like they were still inside her, one hooking left, the other hooking right, teasing and straining the walls of her cunt.

"Everybody's got something but us," Wes said. "And balling his own daughter ain't punishing that bastard who tried to shoot me one bit!"

"It sure ain't. If he enjoyed it any more, he'd die of delight… Let's cut that curvy wife of his loose and drag her over here."

Silas said. "Yeah! But we said we wouldn't do that as long as he could keep fucking…"

"So we lied, you think he's going to care?"

"Shit, no!"

"What about me?" Babs asked. Wes shrugged. "You can go help your girlfriend with her old man."

"And Melissa?" she asked suspiciously.

"She can make it a trio," Silas said. "Let that trigger-happy bastard try to handle three hot pussies at once."

"Uuuunnngh," Babs groaned. Being so casually pushed aside hurt worse than the cold band of metal and heavy links of chain locked around her ankle.

"Get your ass up before I decide to whip it good!" Silas told her.

"Yes… yes!" Babs leaped up and scurried to the middle of the room, lurching because of the weight of her chain.

Melissa turned and glared, fearful of being deprived again. "What the hell do you want?"

Babs said matter-of-factly. "What I want doesn't mean shit. What you want doesn't either. Wes and Silas want her." She nodded her blonde head toward Roxanne, who was still in a dreamy state from having her cunt licked so expertly.

"Those bastards!" Melissa growled. But then she saw Silas coming toward them from the rough plank counter by the stove. He had a long, gleaming sharp knife in his hand.

Melissa was slow getting up off her knees, so Silas grabbed a shock of her dark, silky brown hair and lifted her until she could barely reach the floor with the tips of her toes. She winced, shrieking from the pain. Silas grinned and slowly lifted the glinting, razor-sharp blade above her head. "You want I should show you how I use this knife to skin a bear?"

"No! Oh, God… no! Don't cut my long hair!"

Silas laughed and let her drop. "Get your ass outta the way, or I just might cut worse 'n that!"

Babs and Melissa tangled their chains and both almost tripped in their rush to get out of the way. Roxanne gulped, bound so tightly that she could not move, stricken with fear so paralyzing that she could not breathe.

"Your fucking husband damn near killed me," Silas said. His eyes flashed a look as cold and sharp as the blade of the knife he now raised toward her face.

"I-I know. I'm sorry…"

He answered with a wicked laugh of contempt. "Like shit! You told him, shoot the sonuvabitch! If you're sorry, it's only 'cause he missed." Silas kept weaving the sharp-pointed blade before her eyes in a slow, sweeping figure eight.

"I only said that because I was afraid."

"You had some reason to be then… you've got even more now." Silas moved the blade closer to her face – so close that Roxanne could not focus sharply on the tip. "Begging some bastard to shoot me is not way to start a friendly relationship."

"I'm sorry!" she blurted again, half-dizzy from watching the blur of the knife blade pass beneath her nose.

Wes just sat on the edge of the bed and watched, content for now to let Silas have his revenge. By creating sheer terror in the woman's mind, fucking would come as a great relief.

"I been thinking I might skin that silver-black pussy of yours and use the hide to make me a pair of ear muffs for when the weather gets cold. Ain't nothin' better for keepin' a man warm than pussy fur."

"Yuuuugggghhhh," she moaned. Silas dropped the blade slowly out of sight. Roxanne sucked in a frightened gasp and stood frozen, numb with fear.

He laid the flat of the blade on her belly mound and cautioned her quickly, "Don't start jerking sound… I might cut something I didn't mean to."

Roxanne tried desperately to remain still, but she could not control her convulsive shivers. She could feel the cold blade sliding down toward her dense silver-streaked spread of cunt hair.

"Don't move," he warned again, edging around behind her, keeping the cold flat side of the blade pressed against her quaking pussy dome.

Roxanne tensed, so stiff with fear she was afraid to scream. Silas jerked the knife suddenly. She felt it slide across her pussy mound. "Dear God…" she murmured softly. But Silas had a deft hand with a knife. He drew it back with a flash and cut nothing but the thong bonding her wrists.