'You've got more cum than three ordinary men!'
'And you ain't got it all yet!'
'I want it. Oh, I want to taste it. Fuck me until it backs up into my throat!'
'You'll get it there soon enough,' he said. Thor was already thinking of the pleasure it would be to fuck his long cock down her throat.
Tracy had her back to the wall. She squirmed against the sulky furs and then hurled herself forward to feel Thor's cock spit another hot blast. It seemed like an hour before she'd wrung out the last one.
Karina watched, but she could barely understand the convulsive shocks of lewd pleasure that wracked her mother's slender form.
She didn't seem to mind being chained, and she obviously enjoyed being fucked brutally hard and long. Tracy wailed, 'I'm cumming!' and her whole body tensed. Karina saw her toes curl, heard her breath hiss out in a long, raptured sigh of delight. Then she went limp, gasping for air.
Like many young girls, Karina held an idealistic view of her mother. She was a symbol of purity, a walking example of everything decent and proper. She'd never seen her mother drunk, never seen her show the slightest interest in another man. With Dick, she shared only tender affection when Karina could see. Somehow the girl had assumed that her mother was above the raw and debasing pleasures of the flesh.
Jo was less shocked. After Tracy had so willingly shared her husband the night before, nothing much could surprise the young blonde. She remembered how anxiously the woman ate cunt, how she taught Jo to suck Dick's cock and make it hard again. She knew her aunt was a woman, but until now she hadn't known just how much of a woman Tracy was.
Eric watched it all with only mild interest. He'd seen his father in action many times before. His mother died when he was very young, but there'd been a lot of women since then. The one he remembered best was a buxom widow his father brought home on Eric's birthday one time.
'She's for you,' Thor said. 'She's your birthday present. She loves hot young cock. She just can't get enough.' Eric's lips curved as he recalled the pleasures of that wild night. By then he'd been fucking young girls from school for over a year, but none of them took cock like that ripe-bodied widow twice his age. He marveled at the things her pussy could do.
Watching Tracy Baldwin reach her screaming climax brought all those wonderfully lewd pleasures back to mind. That widow taught him a lot. Mostly, she taught him the difference between a woman and a girl.
He decided to take Tracy next, while she was still weak and trembling with the aftershocks of the climax Thor had given her. The next one should be even better, and the two young bitches could wait. At least for now.
Eric stood up and stripped off his heavy wolf-skin parka. 'Hey, Pa… lemme have her while she's nice and hot!'
Tracy gave him a warm smile. So far, her plan to spare Karina was working, but that look of warmth faded when she began to wonder how long she could keep it up. Maybe she could satisfy them both until Dick found the cabin. Just maybe. She had to try.
Dick had fallen into a drift of freezing snow. He wallowed in the airy lightness, stung by the bitter cold. His eyebrows, lashes and the tuft of dark hair sticking out of his parka hood all looked stark white with a crusting of snow. At first glance, he looked like a man eighty years old.
The screaming wind cut through his winter clothes. His cock shriveled and his ball sac shrank tight to preserve warmth. His fingers felt numb. It was hard to hold the bulky rifle. He thought of throwing it away.
Then he caught a whiff of smoke carried by the wind. The cabin had to be nearby. He could track the smell to its source. He had to find that hidden shelter. He had a score to settle. The women had abandoned him, and Dick found strength by thinking of all he'd have to do to even things up.
CHAPTER SIX
Thor let Tracy down and stepped aside. His son Eric had stripped nude. His long, rippling muscles gleamed under a film of moisture. He'd worked up quite a sweat rushing back and forth to pitch snow on the fire she'd started.
'You gave us a heap of trouble,' he said as he approached. 'Tryin' to bust my pa's skull with that lamp, settin' a fire that might have burned the whole damn place to the ground.'
'I know,' she croaked. 'I'm sorry.' Her blue-green eyes sank down. It didn't matter that he was one of her captors. Eric was the most sexy and magnificently well-built young man that she'd ever seen. Tracy had to look again.
His upper body was shaped like a wedge. Well-defined straps of muscles banded his shoulders and laced his broad chest. They tapered smoothly, flowing down to his slender waist. Like arrow points, they drew attention and directed strength to his groin.
There dangled the most beautiful, big cock that Tracy ever laid eyes on! Still half soft, its size matched Thor's. But Eric's long prick ended with a smooth, softly rounded knob, not an ungainly hammer-like head. His was the sleek kind of cock that women can't wait to suck.
And also in contrast, Eric's tall frame had almost no body hair. His mouth-watering big prick sprang from a sandy-blond thatch, but above and below, Eric's body was bare. His skin looked sleek as polished bronze. Tracy itched to run her hands over his sculptured frame.
'If I unchain your arms, you won't try anything stupid like that again, will you?'
'No,' she promised. 'I've learned my lesson.'
'Good.' A smile added warmth to the look of his boyishly handsome face. Eric reached for the key and unclasped her wrists.
'Oooh, thank you!' Without the chains to support her weight, Tracy almost fell into his arms. Eric held her, lightly stroking her back. That hint of kindness warmed her even more than his stunning sex appeal.
Her supple body pressed anxiously against his. She hugged him, running her hands up and down his strong back. Blood went rushing back to her fingertips until it felt like they glowed with warmth.
With a sigh, Tracy sank to her knees. 'I want to suck your cock,' she whispered, sliding her hands down the backs of his legs. She kneaded his tapered thighs, pleading silently with the warmth of her hands.
'How do I know you won't try to bite it off?' he asked doubtfully.
'I wouldn't do that.'
'Damn right you won't.' His large hands fisted in her auburn hair. 'I'll break your pretty neck if you try. And my pa, he'll do even worse to your daughter.'
Tracy moaned. It felt like her head had been clamped in a vise. 'Just let, me suck. Let me show you how good I can be!'
'You do that. And if I don't like it, I'll let you know.' He tightened his grip on the twin knots of silky copper hair, twisting it around his hands until her scalp tingled with needles of pain.
Tracy reached for the shaft of his half swollen cock, touching it lightly, lifting it up. 'It's so beautiful,' she crooned in a breathy voice. It took both of her small hands to support the lengthy shaft and bring its knobbed tip to her lips. 'I like to start with a cock that's not fully hard. I like to lick and suck and make it swell in my mouth.' Her lips circled, slowly reaching out.
Thor stalked to the other side of the room where Jo had been shackled facing the wall. 'You better watch this,' he said. 'I never knew a girl your age who could suck cock worth a shit.' He unlocked the band from her left wrist.
Jo heaved a sigh of relief and turned, slumping weak against the wall. The other chain clanked, still holding her right hand above her head.
Thor stood leering at her large tits. Crooked, broken teeth showed in the warped slit between his rough beard and drooping mustache. Her nipples felt warm from having been buried in the soft tawny fur tacked to the wall. One look at his jagged teeth turned them stone cold.
'And take off the rest of your clothes,' he told her. 'When your turn comes, I want you ready.'
Jo winced at the thought, but knew it would be unwise to anger this huge man who looked so much like a
