More than likely, it was a combination of all three things. But whatever reason, in a matter of seconds all three were completely absorbed in dealing pleasure to one and being dealt pleasure by the other.
Small animal moans of passion rose from the cunt-eating trio. They grew louder along with the slurpings and suckings as the three explored new mysteries of taste and smell and feel in one another's cunts.
Jeanette drew her cuntjuice-dripping tongue from the slot of Colleen's pussy and swirled it around the girl's inflamed asshole. Coe groaned her delight into the cunt that filled her mouth, and Betsy transmitted her sudden excitement to her mother through the tongue that flicked rhythmically in and out of the auburn-furred cunt. The three formed a feedback circuit of naked females. Each pleasure that one felt was transmitted around the circle till it came back to her, redoubled.
Jeanette's aching tits were flattened on the ground, her head pillowed on her elder daughter's thigh. The naked teenagers lay on their sides, Betsy with her chin between her mother's thighs and her nose prodding the woman's asshole, Coe with her mouth pressed in a fervent tongue-swirling kiss against Betsy's cunt and her nose touching the blonde's asshole. Tongues moved in and out of cunts, or swirled around just within the entrance of tasty paradises of pussy. Jeanette teased her tongue into Coe's shithole and reamed her daughter's asshole for a few blissful moments before plunging her tongue back into the morass of her waiting cunt.
It was Colleen who broke the sweet languid spell. She didn't try to pull away from the cunt-eating threesome. She wrapped her lips around Betsy's clit and sucked in hard, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue stabbing at the pearly node that stood out from Betsy's cunt.
Betsy screamed full into her mother's pussy. Her tongue went wild, licking and stroking at Jeanette's cunt as randomly as Jake's whip had slashed at their intertwined bodies earlier. Her pussy slammed tightly shut in an orgasm that traveled like a runaway locomotive up her nude body to smash into her brain.
Betsy's tongue-lashing was almost as excruciating in its own way as Jake's whipping had been. Jeanette's pussy was alive with delicious sensation, and the random probing of her daughter's tongue increased the pleasure-power of the cunt whipping tongue strokes. Betsy wagged her face from side to side between Jeanette's asscheeks, her tongue digging almost savagely at her mother's clit, and then Jeanette came too.
She sucked in a mouthful of Coe's succulent cunt. Her tongue sought the girl's clit, found it, pressed it hard. Coe screamed, and the vibrations blasted Betsy's straining clit as orgasm wracked the older girl. A fresh shockwave of pleasure ran the circle of comely naked flesh.
Around and around went the shared ecstasy of orgasm. No sooner did one female feel her well devoured cunt relax from the last furious spasms of climax than a renewed frenzy of cunt-eating set her off again.
Jake and Bob watched in mute fascination as the three – mother and daughter, sister and sister, daughter and mother – devoured each other's cunt and melted together in a warm carnal grow, of orgasm.
CHAPTER NINE
A tongue worked eagerly within Betsy Mason's cunt. Though the tongue was expertly thrilling her pussy in ways the inexperienced girl had never known before, though her pussy was swimming in its own aromatic juices, she was sobbing in pain.
Crack! The tip of the black whip slashed her ass. "Mmmmm!" she moaned. She would have given a full-throated shriek of anguish, but her mouth was plugged by Jake's immensely long cock.
Ropes had been passed over the open beams of the ceiling in the living room, and she had been hung upside down with a loop around either shapely ankle. Jake stood with his bearded face buried in her pussy and his cock stuck in her mouth. He held the bullwhip about eighteen inches from the end, and was applying the foreshortened lash liberally to her naked ass even as he ate her cunt and fucked her lovely face.
The joy of his mouth delighting her pussy, the dizziness of blood rushing to her temples, the sting of leather on her butt, the probing of his prick as he fucked the first few inches of its rigid length in and out of her mouth – the conflicting sensations were on the verge of driving her mad.
"Uggggghhh!" Jeanette Mason grunted as Bob crammed his monstrous cock into her pussy from behind. Once more she marveled at the thickness of his prick, the way it stretched the flexible walls of her pussy to unheard-of dimensions. The enormous girth of his prick meant that even being fucked into her waiting cunt from behind, the vein wrapped surface rasped thrillingly across her straining, erect clit.
Normally she would have been crying out in incomparable ecstasy. But like her younger daughter, her pleasure was leavened with pain. The tall slender woman was down on her knees, her lush body parallel to the floor, her arms strapped across the coffee table.
Her feet were tied to heavy chairs. Her heavy tits hung almost to the floor. Beneath them, weighted down with a lead ingot the family had been using as a doorstop, was a cheese-grater shaped like a cylinder cut in half down the long axis. The rounded grating surfaced was placed so that when Bob fucked his big prick into the captive woman from the rear, her tits swung back and forth over the sharp, rough surface. It scraped her sensitive tits mercilessly.
Bob drew his prick slowly from Jeanette's cunt. His wrist-thick cock was gleaming with the oils of her cunt. The smell of pussy was ripe in his nostrils, and he couldn't get enough of the sight of his cock disappearing between the pale mounds of her ass.
"Ahhhh," he said in satisfaction, and he rammed his cock back into her cunt.
A wet squelching sound greeted the arrival of his cock in Jeanette's cunt, and Bob's dangling balls swung forward to slap the wedged-open mouth of her pussy.
"Owwwww!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth as her body was rocked by the impact of Bob's hips and her tits swung forward. The grater clawed at her delicate nipples like talons.
Despite the pleasure of Bob's prick fucking her pussy and the pain in her boobs, Jeanette wasn't thinking about herself. Even as another thrust of Bob's cock thrilled her cunt and scraped the tips of her jugs still more, she flicked her eyes to the side, toward the capacious fireplace.
A roaring fire had been built in it, despite the fact that the evening was warm. Even across the room, the heat of the flames was uncomfortable on Jeanette's bare skin. So her heart was torn in two at the thought of what her daughter Colleen must be experiencing.
So far, the auburn-haired girl was silent. But her face was beaded with sweat, and from more than heat. She was draped ass-up over the back of a massive wooden chair, her legs tied apart. The chair had been moved to within about a yard of the leaping flames, so that her delectable ass was being slowly roasted by the flames.
But even that was not the worst.
One of the family's branding irons was thrust into the fire. When it was ready, Jake had promised with a loose-lipped grin of unbelievable evilness, it would be used on one, of the three Mason women. Meantime the handle of the gradually heating metal rod was jammed up Coe's cunt. The iron didn't conduct heat all that well, so it was still fairly cool – bearable, at least. But Coe knew that all too soon it would be glowing red-hot within her pussy.
A pocket of sap in the blazing pinon logs popped, sending a shower of hot fragments onto Coe's naked ass. "Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the tiny embers seared her delicate flesh. The small stinging pains, themselves no more than ant bites, broke the dam of her reserve. Her courage deserted her at once.