John Friday: Family in chains

"Men?" Melissa asked.

"Er, one – Mr. Marshal. Then his daughter and his wife."

"A daughter your age?" Melissa almost laughed. "Honey, what chance would one man that old have against the two of them?" Melissa nodded toward Wes and Silas. They stood toe-to-toe by the ramp, trading punches like a pair of kicking mules.

"You're right," Babs said dejectedly.

Any one of those brutal piston-shots would have knocked poor Mr. Marshal across the room and down on his ass. Silas absorbed at least a dozen without even giving a grunt.

Wes had more reach. He kept drumming his fists into his brother's belly. Silas had more power in his shorter arms, he kept going forward, mindless of pain, slamming Wes with all his strength.

Melissa remembered how it had been when they fought over her the first time. Frightening at first, then obscenely exciting. Now she felt no real thrill. She knew that she would be the loser's prize.

"Which one do you think will win?" Babs asked.

Melissa shrugged. "It might be a tie, and then they'll both fuck you at once. One in the pussy one in the ass. They crash back and forth inside of you just like they're doing now."

"No," the blonde groaned. "I hope they kill each other!"

"No way… fighting like this will get them both hotter than they were before. You gotta face it, you're gonna get fucked, and fucked good, no matter how it comes out."

"Ooooh, God!" Babs quivered and bit her lip. "I-I've never fucked before. Not really. There's one guy I really like, and I let him put his finger part way in, but…" Her soft features pulled into a knot of quivering fear.

Melissa gulped. Good God, a teenaged virgin! She didn't think there was an untried pussy anywhere over the age of twelve. A sudden thought occurred to her. "Maybe I can help you," she said, and she began tugging at the tight knots.

Wes clipped Silas across the chin with a jolting roundhouse punch. Silas spun halfway around and then shot back a vicious jab that sent Wes stumbling up the ramp. Both of them were too busy to notice what the girls were doing.

When the last knot pulled free, Babs jerked her arms forward and rubbed her sore wrists. "Thank you!" she said, bolting for the door.

"Wait a minute!" Melissa still held the loose end of the rope. It pulled tight and stopped the panic-stricken little blonde in her tracks.

"Hhhaagggh!" She almost choked. Looking bewildered, she turned.

"I said I'd help you, not that I'd let you go."

Babs still didn't understand, but she couldn't escape anyway. Wes filled the narrow entryway, charging down the ramp like a runaway truck. He lowered his head and crashed into Silas with an angry roar.

The blonde barely got out of the way in time. Silas came flying backward with Wes driving quick punches into his gut. Melissa jerked her out of the way and led her to the bed.

"I-I don't know what you mean," Babs said in a daze. Silas brushed by her, bumping her arm as he stumbled back and crashed against the heavy iron cookstove.

"Come here, I'll show you. Lie down on the bed."

Babs did so without thinking. The violence of the brothers in combat and the thoughts of what they would do later left her too shaken to think. The soft, silver-gray blanket of fur felt sleek beneath her skin – a delicious moment of pleasure in what already seemed like a lifetime of torment.

That made the tingling sensation sharper still.

They caught the smell of scorching leather when Silas hit the hot stove. He bellowed in pain and grabbed two iron pot lids off kettles that simmered along with his ass. Spreading them like cymbals, he swung and clapped them over Wes' ears. Wes sagged to his knees, hearing bells ring and echo inside his skull.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Melissa asked, watching with a smile when the girl squirmed with joyous surprise. "And this will feel even better…" She stroked a hand over her quivering cunt mound and fingered her silky gold cunt fleece.

"Hunnngh!" Babs gasped. "Yes! Ooooh yes. I-I play with my pussy a lot. But it never felt as good as this!"

Melissa knew she had little time to waste. The Sharp brothers would soon tire of fighting and admit to a draw, or one would go down. She glanced over and saw that Wes was already on his knees, swaying like a tree about to fall.

She pressed her lips to the blonde, fleeced dome of the girl's cherry cunt. She wiggled her tongue in before Babs could even think to protest.

"Aaahhhhh!" Melissa's wiggling tongue was far more exciting than her finger. She lapped and teased expertly around the nub of the young blonde's cunt.

Melissa had been in nurse's training for two years. In that mostly female environment she had enjoyed ample opportunity to learn and practice all the pleasure two women can share. But it had never excited ha more than what she felt now.

For a few minutes, she had a captive of her own. It helped her understand better how the two brothers felt, and why they battled so fiercely to be first with this little blonde. The girl had an exceptionally tight and sweet cunt.

"I've never sucked out a cherry pussy," Melissa said with a gasp of delight.

"And I've never been sucked by anyone!" Babs jerked and writhed, spreading her legs so that Melissa could work her tongue in deeper still.

"It'll make your pussy wet and soft, and it'll feel better when one of their cocks goes in."

"Hhhhmmmm, which one, I wonder?" Babs seemed far less frightened now. Her voice had only a curious ring, not one of treat concern.

Wes, I hope, Melissa was thinking. His cock isn't quite so big. But while she sucked up sweet cunt honey, she could see from the corner of her eye that things did not look good for him. Wes pitched forward on his face. Silas gave a satisfied grunt and yanked his head up by the hair, ready to lift his ken and put Wes out for maybe an hour.

Melissa turned away, not wanting to watch. Her swirling lips burrowed back into Babs pussy, and she savored the taste, plunging and stabbing with her tongue air deep as she could reach.

"Hhhhooo!" Babs cried. "Hhheeeee!"

Wes managed to shake his head clear of the bell sounds and focus his eyes. "Hey, look!" he said urgently.

Silas turned and saw the two girls. Melissa's long brown hair fluttered as she bobbed up and down, hungrily gulping and spearing Babs in the cunt.

"I'll be Goddamned to hell!" Silas stared, entranced by what he saw. "Never seen two women fuck before!"

"Look how that Melissa loves to eat cunt!" Wes said, slowly dragging himself to his feet.

"Yeah… huummmmph… just like she sucks cock! Goddamn, look at her go! That little blonde's pussy should be smoking by now!"

"It sure is… she's bucking like a wild horse being saddled the first time!" Silas couldn't take his eyes off them. He didn't see Wes edging around to the pile of stove wood, bending down to pick up a particularly hard piece.

"Sorry, little brother – you almost had her!" Wes whirled with the thick round limb in his hand. He hit Silas alongside the head and knocked him into a sprawl.

"Hunnnngh!" Silas moaned, struggling to get up. His eyes glazed suddenly. "Sssshhhhh…" He fell flat, silent and still.

"You're going to make me cum!" Babs cried. "Oooooh, it feels so good! Sooo much better than a finger!"

Wes walked up and caught the long, trailing ends of Melissa's brown hair. He lifted and began to wind the silky coils around his hand until it wrenched tight at the base of her skull.

"Aaaggghhh!" she cried, too driven with cunt hunger to notice anything until then.

Wes grinned in triumph, flexing his arm to pull her sucking lips off the pretty golden pussy he'd both fought and cheated for.

"Out of the way! It's time for a man to take over."

"No, you bastard! No! Let me finish… let me make her cum! I want to feel an orgasm on my tongue."