John Friday - Family in chains

"Aaaagggghhh!" she cried. The sudden release sent her pitching forward. If Wes hadn't leaped up to catch her, she would have sprawled on her face.

"This way," he said. Wes slid his hands beneath her arms and around in front to grasp her heaving tits.

"Don't let him cut me!" she gasped.

"I won't. If you fuck me good, I won't even let him touch you."

"You wait one Goddamn minute!" Silas roared in the heat of rage. He was not about to let his brother get the best of him again. But then his whole craggy, beard-shrouded face split with a grin. "Maybe I don't even want to touch her. Why should I fuck one old cunt when I can have two young ones?"

Roxanne's mind was still too crazed with fear to know or care what Silas said. Wes led her to the bed, seated her gently and eased her down on her back. She reached up, stretching to relieve the strain of being bound with her wrists behind her.

Wes straddled her, beaming down on her lush and trembling big tits. He wet his lips with his tongue and leaned closer. Roxanne drew in a long, expectant breath. "He wouldn't really cut me with that knife," she said in a weak, half-questioning voice. "He was kidding about skinning a bear…"

"You got lucky," Wes told her. "The bear didn't. What do you think that is you're lying on?"

"What?" Roxanne jerked comfortably, trying to sit up. The rough bed was covered by a spread of thick black scratchy hair. Suddenly the coarseness of it made her skin crawl.

"That's a bear skin," Wes explained. "Silas even tanned it with the claws on." He reached down over the sides of the bed and dragged up two slender black-haired projections like arms. He dangled them over her face, letting her gaze in horror at the two sets of dark, curved, brutally sharp claws.

"Uuunnngggh!" she moaned. She could almost see the huge beast alive and swiping at her face with its great paws.

"Must be hell on the she-bear when a big one like this was wants to fuck." Wes lowered the dangling, hooked claws and dragged them lightly across Roxanne's tits.

"Hhhhaaaaaaahhhh!" It didn't really hurt. Wes applied almost no pressure at all, but the image in her mind became sheer terror.

Roxanne winced, and squirmed, rumpling her face in a knot of fearful disgust. Wes kept grinning and dragged the claws down across her belly to the richly furred mound of her pussy. "Hhhooooo," she moaned.

One hooked claw slid right across the nub of her clit. She was swollen with fear and tender from the whipping she'd received, and her glossy little clit shot a bolt of panic up her back.

"Be glad you only got me to deal with," Wes told her. "Imagine what a horny bear would do to a rich, ripe pussy like yours."

Roxanne shook her head violently. She didn't even want to think about it. "Hold me," she whined like a frightened child. "Fuck me!"

Wes let the claws drop and pitched forward, opening his mouth to suck on one of the great tits he'd been admiring so long. His beard, and mustache felt as rough and scratchy as the bear skin beneath Roxanne's writhing body.

"Huuuunnnnggghhh!" she gasped, trying to concentrate and remind herself that he was a man.

The chilling cold sweat of fear glazed her body, giving her a tangy, salt-sweet taste. That began to warm when his lips closed over her bulging nipple, and he stroked it with his tongue. The lusty scent of her became stronger and stronger.

Wes spread his mouth wide and pulled in all of her huge creamy tit-mound. Her soft flesh filled every corner, and her hot ripe nipple pressed against the roof of his mouth. He clamped a hand on her other tit and worked it with his fingers, twirling its bulging nipple with his thumb.

"Oooooohhhh!" she gasped. A warming sense of relief passed over her. The familiar and delightful tingle coming from her tits swept away her fears. Roxanne arched her shoulders and strained her arms to reach his cock. "I want your cock in me. I want to feel that big hard prick in my pussy!"

He knew there was no fight left in the woman, only a rage of desire, so he lifted up enough so that she could slip her hands between them and grip the root of his cock.

Her touch felt cold at first. Being bound at the wrists had reduced her circulation, and her fears made it slow to return. But now as she fingered the awesome length and thickness of his prickshaft, Roxanne's natural fiery heat came surging back.

"I love a big hot cock!" she told him. She held his throbbing cock in a two-hand grip and worked it up and down in the wet mouth of her cunt slit, slowly at first, fearful that it might spark echoes of pain from her recent whipping. But his thick knobbed prickhead remained soft despite the steely hardness of his cock shaft. It felt soothing and reassuring as it glided back and forth, heating the soft wet lips of her fuck tunnel.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Do it now, Wes I'm ready! I want your big cock in me!"

He leaned down, and Roxanne had to scramble to get her hands away as his prick sank in. She looped her arms around his thick neck and held on tight, moaning and groaning with joy.

On the far side of the room, she saw Will and Shelly on the other bed. They'd just finished fucking and were watching her. That bastard, she was thinking. So hot for young cunt. I'll show the sonuvabitch how a real woman fucks and make him drool!

"Hhhhaaaa, Wes!" Roxanne tightened the grip of her arms, lifting her lips toward his hairy face. "Your big cock is so great. Kiss me and fuck my mouth with your tongue at the same time!"

Wes let his lips slide off her tit and kissed her hard, stabbing in his tongue and the rest of his cock with one mighty lunge.

"Huuuunnngh!" she gushed. The weight of his body drove out all the breath in her lungs.

He sucked on her tongue like it was a wiggling tit, pushing it back and forth, nibbling with his teeth until she gave wild, muffled grunts and bucked her cunt at him in spasms of delight.

Will watched from the far side of the room.

"Son of a bitch!" he said. He'd been so absorbed with the typical male middle-aged desire for young cunt – first Babs and then his own daughter Shelly – that he'd almost forgotten what a luscious and lusty creature his wife could be.

She now seemed determined to show him by happily fucking another man's cock while he watched. "I never thought mom would do anything like that!" Shelly whispered… "look at her go!"

Wes got himself a real roller-coaster ride. Roxanne pressed her feet flat off the bed and began lifting her body in a slow, undulating curve. When just her feet and shoulders touched, then she began to rock back.

"You're a great fuck!" Wes said.

"Better than those young cunts over there?"

"Yeah – much better?"

"Hhhhmmmm!" She moved into another sinewy arch, a slow, rolling motion that wrenched Wes' cock in the most delightful ways. He rode her rocking body and fucked into her as hard as he could, trying to pin her with his weight and the power of his thrusts.

"Huuuunnngh!" she grunted, but nothing would keep her body still. When she could not lift his driving weight, she squirmed joyously from side to side.

"Fuck it, baby! Fuck my cock! I love the way you move that slinky cunt of yours!"

"Jeeeezus!" Shelly gasped in awe. "Do you think I'll ever learn to fuck like that?"

"Sure you will… when you've had more practice!" Will gazed hungrily at his young daughter. "And now would be a great time to start your next lesson!"

Silas stood over Babs and Melissa, studying them both. They cowered on the floor at his feet, their leg chains tangled together so that one could not move far without help from the other.

"You gals aren't going to get shit from that other guy," he said with a nod toward Will. "He's too turned on right now about fucking his daughter."