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 bear. He was already nursing a painful lump that had swollen where Tracy shattered the lamp on the back of his head.
She balanced carefully on one foot and reached down to unlace the other boot. With them off, she'd be able to slip out of the black, one-piece nylon ski suit. The top half of that now dangled loose from her slender waist.
"Let me steady you," Thor said. He cupped his giant hands beneath her succulent tits. Although he frightened her, Jo's nipples responded warmly to his rough touch.
He said, "Hhhmmmm," and kissed the dark, sweet buds, rocking his head back and forth. He lapped one, then the other with the snake of his tongue.
Tracy planted a soft, quivering kiss on just the very tip of Eric's big cock. She kept her lips snug and flicked her tongue up and down on the slit of his cock. It throbbed in response.
Jo watched that while she teetered to loosen her other boot. In a way, she was jealous because both Thor and Eric had picked Tracy first – especially Eric. He looked so strong and sexy. With him she would have felt no fear.
With Thor mauling her tits and thinking God-knows-what, the girl was scared half to death.
Tracy took in the head of Eric's big cock. Her lips drew tight just beyond the ridge. She made them pulse and begin to suck. He felt the searing pressure make his cockhead swell as her cheeks collapsed. Fresh blood rushed to fill the void created by powerful suction. It surged the length of his prick shaft and made the head bulge even more.
"Hhhmmm," she purred with lips reaching out again. Her anxious breath made his cockskin tingle. Her teeth raked softly over the ridge and closed on the stiff, hard shaft beyond. Eric tensed, thinking that she might forget his warning and try to bite, but she only nibbled him fondly.
Her tongue rolled back and curled over the tip of his deliciously big cock. She licked up and down, then across his burning cum pipe, still sucking hard to loosen the huge load in his balls.
Trying to hold back was delightful torture for the young man. He wanted to shoot off right then, her lips were pulling and practically begging him too. But he wanted to wait even more. He wanted to see if she could swallow his whole prick.
The slow, mincing pull of her lips made him grunt. He wanted to fuck her face full, to ram the entire hot length of his aching cock down her throat with one fierce thrust. But he decided to let her take her time, to prolong the joyous agony of trying to restrain his explosive load.
Tracy knew how anxious he was. But it wasn't time yet. She hadn't given him anywhere near enough pleasure to keep his mind off Karina for long. She slid one hand to the base of his cock and tightened her thumb and forefinger around the thick root.
Clamping hard, she could help Eric hold back the steaming flood until she'd tortured his prick shaft into a frenzy of joy.
She rocked her head back and forth, dragging her lips to the very tip, then sliding down again. Each time Tracy reached and sucked to take in a bit more.
The padded head of his cock was soon thumping the soft back wall of her mouth. Her tongue curled into a wet trough for him to slide on. It pulsed beneath his spearing prick in undulating waves.
Eric gasped as his pleasure increased. This woman was a devoted cock-sucker, a master of the art. He had no idea of all that was racing through her mind, only that it made her lips and mouth pull like some kind of insane milking machine.
Tracy had to grip harder on the root of his cock to keep his boiling jism in its place. She hadn't sucked him all in yet, but she knew that she must before letting him fire.
She tilted her head back and felt choking pressure as his straining cockhead entered her throat. It completely filled the clinging tube.
While he was in that deep, she would not be able to breathe. If he held her head, if he kept his big cock jammed down her throat when it started to fire, she might strangle for lack of air, or drown in a jetting flood of cum.
That thought glazed her lithe body with, a cold film of sweat. Her body shivered, but her head kept bobbing, thrusting forward to reach his hairy loins. Jerking back, she grabbed a needed breath and then plunged forward again.
Eric felt his knees grow weak. It was like she was sucking all his strength to the nip of his cock. Even the fists curled in her hair as a safety measure began to go slack. They dropped, letting silky auburn strands slip between his fingers.
He found her tits by feel and cupped one perfect cone in each hand. Her nipples felt hard, but cold with numbing fear. Tracy kept plunging further and further down his long ram, gorging her throat with thick cock. And each time, it took longer, to glide back where she could draw breath.
She gasped anxiously at the end of each stroke and then drove back until her tips touched the fingers she had ringing the base of his cock. She slid her hand out of the way, reaching down to cradle his leathery ball sac.
Eric growled. He kneaded her tits and worked heat to her nipples. She lifted his nuts and caressed them with the same wavering motion. It was time for him to cum. She had swallowed the giant log of his cock and now she wanted to feel it fire.
The pressure he felt was tremendous when she released her strangling finger hold on the base of his cock. It became more intense when she played with his nuts. "I'd like to have you suck for another hour, but I just can't hold back," he moaned.
Tracy nodded. She understood. She wanted him to fire, and she wanted him to want more. She whipped her head back and forth now. Her hair flew into a coppery haze. She sank to the hilt and buried her lips in his cockhair, then she reared back and flickered her tongue over just the tip.
All the while, she kept milking his nuts and making them throb. Eric just couldn't stop it. He roared with pleasure and let his cock fire.