"Hungh! Grungh! Haaaggghhh!" Thor stabbed and twisted, and each fleshy slap of his body against hers loosened the heavy load of jism in his dangling ball sac.
The big orbs swayed in a pouch lightly fuzzed with rust-colored hair. They ached from the weight of a massive charge. Tracy's chained arms tensed. Her fingers clawed the air. She would have loved to get her hands on his nuts. She wanted to tease them with begging finger strokes. She wanted to feel the steaming pressure swell. Most of all, she wanted to feel the rumble of that blazing flood just before it shot into her.
"Ooooh," she sighed, not thinking of Dick, or Karina, or her niece, Jo. Only thoughts of a big gushing cock filled her mind. She could feel it start to twitch. She could hear Thor grinding his teeth, uttering savage grunts as he strained to hold the wet charge, a few seconds more.
It was no use. The quicksilver stream broke free. It swelled up and out of his balls. It roared the length of his cock rod, burning and straining, gathering strength every inch of the way.
"Hhhaaaggghhh!" He let it fire. His massive body shook. He tensed, drilling into her, then he froze like a statue and let the jism rush into her in steaming bursts.
Tracy shrilled a wild cry when she felt the first blast. Dick's cum always thrilled her, but it barely sputtered compared to this. Thor's hot cream shot deep in stinging jets. It slathered the walls. It splattered and rushed back, swirling around his giant cock in a sultry flood.
"Hhhmmmm," Thor gasped, but he wasn't done yet. He ran his hands up her sides, letting her dangle on the chains. His fingers clamped over her tits. His thumbs flailed her nipples around, and then he began pumping his cock in and out again.
"You've got more?" Tracy moaned. He'd already fired enough cum to fill her sleek cunt hole. She could feel it bubbling from the mouth of her pussy.
"A lot more!" he said. His cock jumped faster, with long piston strokes. He grunted and fired, reared back and fired again.
"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.