The hinges of her jaw seemed to creak. The fantastic width of Bob's cock was forcing her jaws farther and farther apart. Her eyes were filled with tears again at the strain.
Then the cockhead forged past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She gagged.
"Oh, God!" Bob yelled, and he drilled the rest of his prick straight into her face.
Coe was shrieking as a veritable rain of blows descended upon her tits. Side to side, up and down, angling across one mound of titflesh and then another, Jake whipped the tied-up teenager's boobs. Colleen's tits had always been exquisitely sensitive to pleasure. Now she was discovering they were equally receptive to pain.
"No, no, nooo! Stop! Please stop!" Her voice was as small and tremulous as a little girl's, peaking with every blow of the belt into a shrill wail of torment.
She felt as if the leather was flaying the very skin from her protruding boobs. Her nipples were taut and ripe as though in response to a lover's lips. But the kiss of leather had them singing a song of agony.
Then the whipping stopped. In the sudden stillness the only sounds that came to Coe's ears were her own uneven breathing and desperate gurgling noises as her baby sister choked on the log of cock stuffed down her throat.
"Oh, God, it hurts," she whimpered. "My tits hurt so bad!"
Pine needles rustled. Jake had come up to stand right in front of her. Heat from his rampant slender prick washed over her tear-streaked face.
His cock was pressed flat against her cheek like an iron bar as he bent his knees and lifted her, his cock bobbling to thump against a sore tit.
"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.