'Uhhh!' she cried at the touch. Salty sweat and come drying on his prick stung her puffy titflesh.
He lifted the girl easily, though she was an inch or two taller than he. But he only raised her far enough for her to tuck her feet in under her. Then he let her back down so that her bare ass rested on her heels.
Her pussy came open slightly, drooling a thin stream of come onto the backs of her calves.
Now with his knees slightly bent, Jake had his cock in the deep slightly humid furrow between the girl's big tits. She felt his pulse hammering where her whipped titflesh came in contact with his cock. He reached down and put his palms on the outsides of her abused boobs. The sweat on his hands burned her tits like acid.
She bit her lip as he pushed her tits together, molding them around the rigid bar of his prick.
The pain had died to a dull glow, but now it raged to full flaming life again.
'Ever had your tits fucked before, baby?' Jake asked, smiling lewdly down at his captive's upturned face. She shook her head, unable to speak. 'Well then, it's high time, ain't it?'
He started working his hips in a rocking motion. His cock slid down her chest, into the dark tunnel between her jugs.
'Owwwww,' she whined. The friction of the almost-dry cock between her whipped inflamed tits was pure agony. And as the small man's lust grew his hands clasped her boobs tighter and tighter, crushing them painfully.
His cock slid back between her boobs. She tilted her head down, watching the pallid head of his prick emerge from the fleshy paradise of her tits like a snake from its hole. His cock rose until its head poked her chin, then withdrew back between her burning tits.
Jake began to fuck Coe's tits with slow powerful strokes. He could feel her body tense as the agony of her whipped boobs was increased by the pressure of his hands and the friction of his cock. He squeezed the pliant titflesh this way and that, making the big globes of Coe's boobs conform to the contours of his stiff prick. It was like having an extra-agile pussy wrapped around his cock – only better, because he could control the way the soft titflesh pressed on his sliding cock. The dryness didn't bother him – it seemed to add to the sensitivity of his prick.
It added to the lovely girl's torment, too, and inflicting pain on beautiful, helpless, naked teenaged girls turned him on more than anything else in the world.
It was a miracle Coe clung to her sanity in those awful moments. She was vaguely aware of muffled protests from her sister as Bob fucked her reluctant face with that vast cock of his. But Coe had no time to worry about her baby sister now. She couldn't think of anything except the anguish in her tits.
Even if her boobs hadn't just been beaten with animalistic savagery, the rape of her tits would have hurt. Done gently and soothingly by a kind and thoughtful lover, it probably would have gotten her off in an incredible way. She loved having her tits sucked or licked or played with. But Jake's hands were like talons, clawing and crushing the tender mounds of her jugs. The insides of her boobs, already sore from Jake's belt, were being rubbed raw by the incessant to-and-fro fucking of the bearded man's cock.
Jake moaned. God, this was nice! He could feel the girl trembling with the pain. Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped like molten wax onto the head of his cock every time he poked it above her once-snowy tits. Her boobs were sweet and warm and soft, her skin seeming to cling teasingly to his hard prick.
Suddenly his fingers dug deep pale pits in her boobs.
'Yiii!' she yelped as they tote at her succulent titflesh.
Jake's hips moved in a blur of lustful motion. His cockhead jabbed rhythmically against the girl's chin.
Dimly Coe heard her brother's helpless cursing, heard Betsy squeal with fresh vigor. The redheaded man was probably spewing come down her throat. There was nothing Coe could do for her. She could tell that her own tormentor was about to get off from brutally ravishing her poor, titflesh.
Then Jake bellowed like a rutting elk and his upward-thrusting prick sprayed jism all over her chin in a hot acrid, stream.
CHAPTER THREE
'Suck me! Suck my cock, slut!' Jake howled.
Coe couldn't have obeyed if she'd wanted to. Maddened with the fury of his orgasm, the small bearded man had fucked his cock back between her heavy tits before she could react.
A geyser of come rose from between Coe's tits. It fell back in a spatter of thick white droplets. His cock shot into view again. Staring down at it in horrified fascination, Coe caught the next jism blast right in her open mouth.
She shook her head and tried to spit. Jake let go of her left jug and grabbed a handful of auburn hair with his right hand, forcing the girl's face down toward his prick. She struggled, moaning at the fresh pain that filled her tits as the salty come soaked her whip-welted skin.
Her lips pressed the head of the lengthy wick. A jet of come shot into her mouth. She coughed, trying to spit the come out, but Jake held her in place, still squashing her tit against the flank of his prick as his cock sprayed jism all over her lips and chin. The stuff ran down the sides of her chin and dribbled onto her enflamed jugs. She moaned, her teeth clamped shut to keep the cock out of her mouth. But the head of the pallid shaft of prick was wedged between her ups, and the spasmodic spurting of his climax got almost as much come into her mouth as spilled onto her magnificent jugs.
Her ass wagging wildly on the abrasive pine needles, Betsy Mason tried to keep from choking on the monstrously fat cock jammed to the hilt, in her pretty face. She had squealed as Bob took three preparatory thrusts and then fucked his prick balls deep into her mouth. Her tongue fluttered helplessly around the giant cockshaft while her gag reflex milked the tip of Bob's cock with all the power of her throat muscles.
Holding her face against his crotch by her long cornsilk hair, Bob fought against the climax he felt building in his taut hairy ball-sac, wanting to prolong the joy of having his cock buried in the lovely adolescent mouth.
It was a losing battle. Even as Coe tore her lips away from Jake's cockhead in time to get a dying blast of jism up her nose, Bob let loose a wild cry and came.
A hot blast of come fired straight into Betsy's stomach. She gagged again, more powerfully than before. Bob gasped as her throat constricted his prick. The cock spat come.
Surge after surge of boiling jism filled the girl's throat, bubbling up like lava around the swallowed pillar of Bob's cock. The come-level rose until it flooded her mouth. The concentrated taste of jism, so harsh and unfamiliar, threatened to overwhelm her. Her stomach reeled under the impact of forcibly swallowed come. Her throat muscles gripped the cock in another paroxysm of disgust. Bob yelled and ground Betsy's nose into the coarse red hair around the base of his prick.
Jake's prick deposited a final wad of come on Colleen's upper lip. Instantly it began to deflate. Coe made a noise that was a cross between a sob and a groan. Ordinarily she loved the taste and smell of good masculine come, but not now. The clammy feel of Jake's jism coating her lips and tits and the inside of her mouth repelled and sickened her. The man's come burned like lye where it touched the abused reddened skin of her tits.
'Whew,' Jake sighed, stepping away. Colleen's tits fell forward and bounced, no longer crushed by his hands and hairy thighs. Her nipples pulsated with pain. 'That was just purely fine. How're you making out, Bob?'
At first, all Bob could do was grunt. His orgasm had exhausted the store of come in his balls.
But Betsy was gagging and squirming uncontrollably; her mouth and throat filled with jism. The taste and slimy feel nauseated her unbearably. Her reflexive struggles served only to provide her tormentor with a thunderous orgasm whose aftershocks continued even after he ran out of come.
'F-fine,' the redheaded man said at last. His cock gave a last dry pulse inside the girl's mouth and went limp, and she made gargling sounds as come seeped down her throat. 'I got no complaints.'
He stepped back. His cock slid slowly out of Betsy's mouth. Come drooled from her mouth and down her chin. She'd forgotten the ache of her overextended jaws in her frenzy as Bob's orgasm had filled her belly and senses with jism. Now that the big prick had slipped from between her jaws, and they could relax they ached powerfully.
The man released her head. It fell back to the carpet. Betsy lay limp and still, too exhausted by her ordeal even to try to spit out the come congealing on her tongue.
