John Friday - Captive wives

The knit top drawn up and back over Jana's head had been pulled tighter against her face when her arms were crossed and bound to her ankles, they could see the small bulge where the fabric stretched over her nose and the nervous quaking of her muffled lips.

Doolie speared his long finger deep in her cunt again and watched her strain, rocking backward on her knees.

"Hhuungh!" she groaned. "That's not your cock," she said. "I remember how huge it is!"

He stirred his finger in her simmering cunt and felt her dripping cunt oils puddle warmly in the palm of his hand. The heat of her fuck cream and the grasping friction of her tight, greasy cunt made Judd's cock throb painfully with desire.

Twinges of real pain still lingered in his nuts and Doolie could not forget that vicious kick, Jana had given him when he was helpless on his back.

"Fuck me!" she kept chanting as,his finger glided in and out of her pussy, but he wasn't ready to give her what she wanted. Not yet.

"She's about ready," Doolie said, "but so is that little blonde we got strung out on the couch. Look at the way her eyes bulge every time I ram a hand in her momma's cunt…"

"Aaagh, you bastard!" Jana spat.

"Her little cunt slit's nice and juicy too," Doolie went on, grinning at the way this made Jana squirm. He could feel her cunt muscles clenching with pulses of rage. "I can just barely reach her from here…"

"Leave her alone!" Jana snapped. Then she softened her voice and said in a sultry tone, "What do you want a girl for, anyway, when you've gotta real woman right here?"

"Well, I'll tell you – that girl is woman enough for at least three ordinary men," Doolie said. "She damn near wore Judd and me out, and I think she might be about ready to do it again…"

"Grrruuuunnngh!" Jana moaned, half in response to the deep, quick thrusts of his finger in her cunt, partly with disgust for him and what he might do to her daughter.

The knit cloth over her face was not tight enough to give her a misty vision through the strands of yarn. She could tell light from dark, and follow movement. She had a hazy view of Doolie's long arm, light against the dark back of the couch, as he reached toward Janey's heaving cunt.

"Hhhhaaa!" Janey gasped when he settled his rough hand on her damp, gold-fringed mound of her cunt. She felt a strange, tingling kind of excitement from watching what they'd done to her mother.

"Hhhuuuunnngh!" Janey grunted, and Jana knew just by the depth and force of her grunt that Doolie had rammed a finger into her pussy, too.

With a malicious grin, Doolie swayed back and forth, arms spread wide between the two cunts. He wormed into one sleek, receptive fuckhole while his hooked finger dragged out of the other.

"Wwwwhoooooo-eeeeeeeyyyyy!" they both moaned alternately.

"With only fingers to use as a gauge, I can't rightly tell which pussy I like best," Doolie said in mock sadness and indecision. Then he bent the finger in Jana's cunt almost double, raking her slender cunt tunnel as he drew it out.

"Gggrruunnngh!" she groaned, her whole body tense with fury. "You know I'm best!" She would say anything to protect her daughter.

"Oooh, I don't know that for sure," he said. And Jana heard Janey's loud cry while the hazy shape of her daughter writhed against the dark outline of the couch.

"There's one way we can find out who's got the best cunt," Judd said, pressing his thumbs down hard on Jana's hard little nipples.

"What's that?" Doolie asked.

"We can have us a fuck-off!"

"Gonna be hard to fuck the old one crouched down on the floor the way she is," Judd said.

"We'll prop them both up on the couch," Doolie suggested. "Line them up side by side like little white ducks in a shooting gallery."

"Well, get at it boy – I've got a big load of jiz in this gun of mine."

"Better get some more rope. It won't be fair unless we have them both tied exactly alike."

Doolie watched the anguished stirring of the woman's face beneath her knit hood. Then he busied himself cutting Janey free with a small knife he found in back of the bar in the far corner of the luxurious lounge.

Janey pleaded with him as she sat on the edge of the couch, softly rubbing her sore wrists and ankles. "Let my mom go," she whispered. "You know I'm best – and you know I can fuck both of you at once." She didn't want her mother to hear.

"Hey, Momma… you hear that? Your little girl's telling me she's the best fuck. Says she can fuck us both at once – and we do know that for sure. She's already played a double-header!"

Jana bit her lips, determined not to respond. She knew that would only make his taunting worse. She strained in silence, working her fingers slyly behind her back, trying to find a knot she might be able to work loose. This accented the heaving of her firm, taut-nippled tits.

Doolie could see plainly what she was trying to do, and he cracked a thin smile. Tight as those knots were, it would take her hours to work herself loose, and by then, they'd have moved on to the raven-haired cuntsucker up on the bridge.

Meanwhile, the struggle would keep hot blood hammering through her veins. Anger and a vague flicker of hope would make her a far better fuck than if she gave in and submitted willingly, resigned to her fate.

Janey tensed when Judd came back with another coil of wet nylon rope.

"You don't have to tie me up," she said. "I know I'm too small and weak to do anything against the two of you…"

"Fuck that shit," Doolie said bluntly. "You saw what your damn mother tried to do to me… scramble these big jiz-pumping balls of mine."

"I'd never do that," Janey purred.

"Damn right you won't!" Judd's deep voice boomed with impatience.

He jerked Janey to her feet by grabbing and pulling her silky blonde hair.

"Aaaccckkk!" she cried, whimpering as awful pain burned downward from her scalp.

Jana could see the three misty forms struggle a few feet away. They had her daughter trapped between them with her arms crossed behind her back.

"Janey!" she cried in a voice of maddened frustration.

"I'm all right!" Janey shot back. She wished her mother would shut up. So far she'd only made things worse. "I like to use my hands. I like to milk big nuts heavy with fuck cream."

"You can use your hands just fine behind your back," Judd said as he lifted her up on the couch. "You can ram a finger up your ass and keep your little shithole warm."

"Down on your knees, bitch!" Doolie caught a handful of her cunt hair and dragged her down.

"Aaaggghhh!" Janey cried, crumpling on trembling knees.

They had her perched on the edge of the couch, arched back until she could feel her soft hair sweep across her feet. They pulled down on her arms, one on each side, and bound them to her ankles just as they'd done with Jana – left wrist to right ankle, right wrist to left ankle. Janey had never felt more helpless, and bent back as she was, her squirming cunt never felt tighter or more exposed.

"Now let's plop the other one down beside her," Judd said.

They grabbed Jana beneath the arms and lifted her easily. She felt the lurch and sudden sway as she dangled between their strong hands. Then they dumped her on cushions still warm from the heat of Janey's young body.

"Oooooh," Jana moaned.

They were so close she could feel the warmth and smoothness of her daughter's soft skin when their shoulders touched. The gentleness of their physical contact made the obscene torment of the situation seem all the more extreme. Mother and daughter both moaned, each in sympathy for the other.

"Laaiiiiiidiiiiiies and gennnnntiemeeeeeen…" – Doolie prolonged the words in the overly dramatic voice of a ring announcer he'd seen doing the boxing matches on TV – "…for the next bout, we have the self-proclaimed chaaaammmmppppeeeen cunt of Granite Lake in this corner with a sack tied over her head, The Masked Marvel Mother!"