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.
Jake smiled lopsidedly down at Coe. She stared up at him, defiant but feeling self-conscious about the huge drop of his jism she could feel clinging to her face just below the right side of her mouth.
"You're a great piece of ass, kid," the bearded man told her, "and Bob and I don't want to be selfish, do we, Bob?"
Bob wandered up, his immense cock dormant once more, dangling between his legs. "Untie her, will you, Bob? But keep hold of her arms."
Bob did as he was told, then passed the rape to his partner. Swiftly and professionally, Jake bound the auburn-haired young beauty's slim ankles together.
Under Jake's direction, Bob scooped up the naked teenager, lifting her easily despite her height and the lush fullness of her figure.
She stirred feebly in his arms. Now that her hands were free she should try to claw his eyes out, she knew. But the brutal whipping and fucking of her tits had worn her out, and being forced to drink Jake's come had sapped her spirit.
Besides, she thought, what's the point? My legs are tied. There's nothing I can do.
"Now," Jake said, picking up his belt and sauntering over to stand above Betsy, who still lay on her back, her thighs slightly parted. A hint of pink pussy showed in the gold thatch between them. "Set her down. Yeah… there, right next to her brother. All right, dating. I told you Bob and I weren't selfish. So to spread, the wealth around a bit, why don't you just hitch yourself up and suck on your brother's cock some?"
Coe and Jack both stared at him.
Jack had long ago quit cursing their captors and had been sitting looking on with a mixture of sorrow and sick hatred. Now he started to sputter again. "Wait! You can't… Coe, don't listen to him!"
Coe sat up. Pine needles pricked her ass. She felt an odd tingle in her pussy, then rapidly suppressed it. Her brother was an extremely handsome young man, and she'd wondered more than once since growing into lustful young womanhood what it would be like to fuck him, to feel his cock – how big was it? – plumbing the depths of her cunt or throbbing between her lips as he cried out with passion and prepared to pump her face full of come.
But no, she couldn't do that. Those were no more than illicit shameful incest fantasies.
"I won't do it," she said firmly. She should have been able to predict Jake's answer. Without speaking, he pivoted and slashed Betsy savagely across the tits with his thick brown belt.
The blow flattened the milky young jugs. Betsy's nipples were taut from fear, and the belt seemed to drive them into her cushiony tits like nails. "Aaaiiieee! oh, God!"
Unlike her sister, Betsy wasn't tied in place when the belt slammed into her jugs. Her body flew into the air in a paroxysm of pain. Instinctively she twisted and came down on her belly. Landing on her boobs sent flesh stabs of pain through her tits, and the pine needles felt like real needles poking her soft titflesh. But at least her boobs were protected from the awful crushing assault of the belt.
On the other hand, her ripe round ass jutted invitingly skyward. Grinning with lewd satisfaction, Jake brought the belt screaming down across the cheeks of his captive's butt.
"Ahhhh!"
She writhed, started to turn over, then rolled back onto her face. Her ass blazed as if it had just been branded, but her tits were more sensitive than her ass and, less able to endure the punishment of the belt.
Jake raised his arm again. The belt whined down. It struck the girl's ass with a crack like a pistol shot.
Betsy screamed.
Jake hit her ass again, and again, turning his wrist so that the ugly welts left by the belt crossed each other and turned the once-snowy cheeks of her ass into a red patchwork.
Coe screamed.
Jack cursed, fighting his bonds, again with no more effect than to nearly wrench his shoulders from their sockets.
Betsy's shrill cries, egged Jake on. His arm rose and fell with astonishing speed. The slaps of the leather smacking bare assflesh came like machinegun fire.
Then he changed his attack. He snapped his belt whip-like – the way he'd flicked Coe's nipple with just the tip. The belt stung like a scorpion at the tender insides of Betsy's thighs.
"Oh! Owwww!" she shrieked, and she threw her colt-like legs apart.
Her buttcheeks had been clamped together under the onslaught of the wicked leather strap.
Now they parted as her legs moved away from each other. Drooling with sadistic joy, Jake cracked the belt right on the tiny pucker of the girl's asshole.
It was as if her shitter had been touched with a red-hot iron. The scream started way down in the pit of her stomach: "Yaaaah!"
"God! Stop! Oh, for God's sake, don't hit her any more!" Tears streaming down her face, Coe was bending over her brother, tearing wildly at his fir. "I'll do it! I'll suck, my brother's cock… I'll do anything you ask, if only you leave Betsy alone!"
Jack's bluejeans came open. Coe's frenzied fingers dipped into the front slit of his underwear. He sighed involuntarily as her cool fingers closed around his cock. Trembling, the nearly naked girl tugged his prick into the open.
She gasped. Jack's cock was fully erect, blood engorged and hard as a rock.
It was also eight inches long!
"Ohhhhhh," Coe said in outright admiration. Her brother's prick wasn't as long as Jake's skinny spear of prickmeat – but it was much thicker. The young man's cock was dark, crowned with a swollen reddish head, and its length was twined with thick veins like climbing vines.