John Friday: Family in chains

A scream of sheer raw pleasure swelled in Shelly's throat, but her throat was completely stuffed with plunging cock. Will could no longer be content with just the bobbing of her head. He rocked and pumped his hips to ram his long cock in, loving the way it made her gulp and squeeze, sucking and mauling his prick.

As the pressure of her silent scream swelled, hot breath jetted into his cock. It burned like the first spurt of cum blasting out, but this joyous agony went the other way. In deep. In so deep and hot, he could hardly stand it.

"Grrraaaghhh!" His savage grunt flapped her cunt lips and filled her clinging pussy with the fire of delight. "Suck it, Shelly – suck your father's cock and make it cum! Drink my hot jism, you little bitch! Stir it up and gulp it down!" Then he gave her swollen clit another good lashing with his tongue.

Roxanne glanced across and saw the rolling waves of long raven hair spread over Will's groin. Shelly's head moved in a blur of passion. The slurping, sucking noises she made were loud enough to be heard all over the room. It had been a long, long time since she'd sucked her husband's cock with each wicked glee, and she could see how much he enjoyed it. She'd have to do better… much better when she got the chance to suck his cock again.

"Don't slow down now, bitch! Fuck my cock and make it cum!" Wes said. He didn't want her damn mind wandering now. "Wind that sexy cunt of yours up and down, show me how much you love sitting on a big hot prick!"

"You bastard, I'll show you. I'll fuck your cock right off!" Roxanne humped up and down, fucking herself so fast that the rawhide thongs lacing the bed frame squealed in protest.

Melissa bobbed her head with the same ferocity. Her fingers cupped Silas' nuts, lifting and teasing, rolling them softly to work loose another giant load. Her breath came in gulps at the top of each stroke.

"Damn!" Babs wailed. "I'm the only one without a cock to work on!" Silas had whipped her sleek blonde pussy into a frenzy of need. He pushed in deep with his tongue, smacking his lips at the taste of sweet, hot, flowing fuck honey. Then he circled it around her clit to excite another slick gush.

"Oooooooooh, Daddy!" Shelly's lithe body responded to the grunts and moans heard all around. She tensed, shivering with unexpected delight. Her only experience with fucking prior to this had been in the backseat of a car, alone with Jimmy, fearing discovery, knowing that what they did was supposed to be wrong.

Now out in the open, she felt no fear because there was nothing for anyone to discover. Her mother, whose wrath she feared most, was fucking herself silly on the far side of the room, and her own father lay beneath her, thrusting his stiff cock into her mouth.

"Yum," she cooed. Despite the cold band of metal circling her ankle and the heavy weight of chain that dragged from it, she felt free – more free, more lusty and more alive than ever before.

"I love fucking, and I love sucking!" Shelly cried in a voice shrill with desire. "I love cock, and I don't give a damn who knows it now!"

If the outburst was meant to shock her mother, the message was lost. Roxanne could hear nothing but the steady slap of her ass on Wes Sharp's hairy loins, and think of nothing but the spearing heat of his long thick cock. She'd fucked herself to the brink of a grinding climax, and nothing else mattered to her.

If Shelly's screaming fit of desire was meant to impress her father, the message failed. What he wanted to hear from her mouth was the smack and slurp of hot lips gliding up and down his prick. And when that was done, when he'd dumped a good load down her throat, then he wondered if he'd be able to get Babs away from Silas long enough to fuck her.

He raised his head, grinning from ear to ear, lapping at Shelly's cunt. "Suck my cock," he commanded her. "Make me cum!"

"Hhhhmmmmm." She nodded, wrenching his cock in the snug hollow of her clinging throat. That did it. That extra, twisting bite of friction set him off.

"Here it comes! Take it bitch… suck it down! Don't you dare spill one drop!"

"Nnnnnuuuuughhh!" she moaned, tossing her head the other way.

Her head jerked up, repulsed by the tart, saltsweet taste of spurting cum. Her lips puckered, and she was about to pull away, but she heard Melissa gulping frantically and saw her throat heave.

Silas bucked, grunting as he drove his cock far down her throat, pumping it full of cum. Not to be out-done, Shelly fought back the urge to gag and swallowed her first mouthful of hot jism.

At the same instant, she heard her mother's lewd scream. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! Fuck me, you bastard. Ram my cunt full. Ungh! I can feel it spurt, and I want it deep inside!"

Wes thrust and drove into her, almost bucking her off the stiff root of his cock. Shelly glimpsed that and wondered which of the rough, bear-like mountain men would want to fuck her next. Wes or Silas? It hardly mattered. Before long, she felt confident she would fuck them both. Perhaps both at once as they'd threatened to do to her mother.

Will narrowed his lips and sucked on just the swollen nub of her clit, lashing it back and forth with his tongue, twisting it like screw when he felt the spasms of her climax begin. She gulped, wanting desperately to scream in delight.

The sharp slap of flesh, the grunts and anguished moans of mutual orgasm went on for a full minute. The damp, musky scent of cunt and the cloying sweet aroma of hot jism mixed with earthy smells in the hidden chamber in the high country.

It was Roxanne who first recovered enough breath to speak. "Hhhoooo Goddamn!" Then she threw back her head, tossing her silver-streaked mane, and began to laugh.

"What's so fucking funny?" Will asked.

"Yeah, Mrs. Marshal… what is it?" Babs was still shivering. The rasp of Silas' tongue had brought her to a climax more tempting than truly satisfying. "You think it's funny that I want to fuck your husband next?"

"No, shit… you can fuck his brains out for all I care. He's hardly been able to think of anything else since we started this trip. It's just that – it's just that…" She laughed too hard to get out the rest.

"It's what?" Will wanted to know.

Roxanne gulped a cooling breath and calmed herself enough to squeeze out the words. "When Shelly and Babs first started talking about packing into the high country, you didn't like the idea. And do you remember why?"

"Yeah!" Will began to laugh too. It seemed funny even to him now.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Shelly asked.

"Your father said – hmmmggghhh – after three days in the woods, we'd all be bored stiff!"

"I remember!" Shelly said. "You told us we'd having nothing to do."

Will sighed, hearing his own words almost like an echo. "So even your father makes a mistake now and then… I'm still stiff. Which one of you lovely ladies wants to fuck my cock before it gets bored?"