The first shot came while he was buried deep in her throat. She felt the shot spray, but it was too far back to allow her to taste his salty sweet cream. Tracy licked her way back and took the next blast in her mouth.
Slick hot jism sprayed her tongue. It swirled out of the trough and down to the floor of her mouth. Then the taste came, hot and strong. She lapped and swirled her tongue in the creamy goo and lunged to gulp down again.
"God damn!" Eric moaned. She sucked jism like a vampire sucks blood, with a fiendish hunger and vicious delight. "I've never been in a fucking mouth half as good as yours!"
"Hhmmm," she cooed. That pleased her. She knew Jo was listening, being made to watch. Last night, Dick had reacted more to the girl's uncertain lips. The variety of it, and the thrill of having his young niece slobbering on his cock meant more than all of Tracy's skill. This would show the silver-haired bitch!
Tracy whipped and flogged his cock with her bobbing head. She gulped down jism until she couldn't swallow any more. It backed up until her cheeks puffed, then it dribbled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin in sticky little streams. Still she kept sucking and milking his nuts to get more.
Twin creamy drops beaded at the base of her jaw, growing larger until the frenzied whipsaw motion her head dislodged them. They dropped on to her tits between Eric's spread fingers.
He felt the slick cream and swirled it over her nipples. It greased his fingers and made them slide with delightfully smooth friction. Tracy strained her lips to let more jism out. She loved the warmth of it on her tits, loved the way it made his teasing fingers slide.
"You're slicker than a greased pig like we all try to catch at the county fair!" he said.
Being called a pig doesn't usually turn a woman on, but it did in this case. Tracy had seen the same kind of contest when she was a girl growing up in farm country. She remembered a dozen men trying to catch the squealing pig, lunging and grabbing, their fingers slipping in the grease just when they thought they had a good grip.
Eric's fingers kept sliding when he tried to squeeze her cum-slicked tits. Dripping jism made them as slippery as two bars of soap in a warm bath. He couldn't get a firm grasp on either one.
She swayed her upper body side-to-side. That put wrenching side pressure of the cock shaft wedged in her throat, and it made her tempting tit mounds almost impossible to catch. His fingers slithered across one nipple and on to the next. She loved it. Sparks blazed in her pussy each time his fingers slid off her swollen nubs.
Eric could have clenched his arms and held her, but it was more fun this way. He liked what her delighted writhing did to his cock. It was still spurting fresh juice into her mouth, more to drip down and make her sultry body gleam.
The gliding friction on her bulging nipples made them burn. Tracy gave a mumbled grunt and stiffened as wives of joy sank down to her pussy slit. Eric's hot cum had dripped on down to the mouth of her cunt, the slick warmth hitting her clit triggered an orgasm.
She trembled as the wonderful pulses of raw pleasure began. He caught her tits then and whirled the nipples around, still pumping his cock down her throat. He almost choked her with its hot length.
It took what seemed like hours for their mutual spasms of joy to end. And it took what seemed like days for him to ease his cock from her mouth so that Tracy could take a full breath.
"Oh, God! That was great! I can't wait to do it again," she said looking up.
"Right now, I'd rather fuck."
"That's even better. Sucking your big cock made my pussy so hot. Look, my honey is flowing and there's already jism spattered on my cunt hair. I want to feel it inside. I want you to fuck me full. Make me cum again!"
"Maybe later," Eric said.
"But you want to fuck, I can see it in your eyes. Your cock is getting hard again. I know you want to stick it in my cunt."
"Yeah, I want to fuck cunt… but it's more your daughter been thinking about. I'm gonna pop her cherry and then come back to fuck the pussy she came out of. That's something I ain't never done before."
"No!" Tracy screamed, struggling to her feet.
Eric brushed her aside with a sweep of one hand. It was almost a casual gesture, but it packed strength enough to send Tracy sprawling. She crashed against the wall and slid down onto her ass.
She felt totally defeated. All her frantic sucking hadn't weakened his big cock at all. If anything, it looked bigger and harder than before. It was glossy with spent cum and it gleamed in the flickering light from the fireplace in the corner of the room.
Eric walked toward Karina, who sat staring blankly from the edge of the bed. Her face looked white as the fur of her parka. The girl couldn't believe what her mother had done, and she couldn't understand why.
"Doesn't look so scared," Eric said. "It doesn't hurt… not much anyway."
"No, don't touch me!" Karina said as she managed to stand, bracing herself on the back of a crude chair.
He laughed, circling around. "You wanted it when I was carrying you to the cabin. You liked the feel of my cock prodding the cheeks of your ass. I could feel how it made your pussy squirm. I'll bet your panties are still wet with virgin oil."
"That was before I saw what you and Thor did to my mother." Karina's pretty face was a knot of disgust. All her romantic illusions had been shattered. These men weren't loving and kind. They were brutal, greedy and demanding in their lust.
"She liked it and you will too." Eric edged around the seat of the chair.
"No, she did not. She was just trying to save me." That thought dawned on the girl while she was watching with grim fascination. It was the only way to explain what she saw.
"If so, it didn't work." Eric made a grab for, her, but Karina slipped away. She wasn't quite the cripple she'd pretended to be. She'd played first on her father's sympathy, then on Eric's.
"Well, God damn! The little bitch can walk!"
Karina only wished that she could run. She went from steadying herself with the chair to gripping the mantelpiece, and she backed across the stone hearth.
Tracy dragged herself up. Eric was going after her daughter, stalking her slowly and silently. His big cock wagged back and forth in front of him, an obscene signal of his intentions.
Thor was too busy feasting on Jo's big tits to care what anyone else did. He lapped and slurped, rasping her nipples with his tongue, spreading his hairy mouth wide enough to swallow all of one creamy tit mound then the other.
She watched over the bear-like hump of his shoulder, wincing each time he raked one of her nipples with his broken teeth. Jo knew he was going to fuck her, she just didn't know when.
His hammerhead cock jerked and twitched each time he engulfed a big mouth of tit. His rough hands fingered her pussy mound, fingers stroking her sleek, dark hair. He parted her cunt lips and twiddled her clit until she grimaced, her eyes shut.
Karina had her back to the wall. She reached the end of the mantelpiece, and there was nothing else within reach that she could use for support of her ailing leg. Even her fear of Eric did not give her courage to try taking a step without help.
He reached out a hand. "Hold on to this. I'll lead you back to the bed."
She cringed, vehemently shaking her head no, tousling her red-golden hair. It gleamed soft and bright in the light from the fire.
"Come on," he said, "You're gonna get fucked one way or the other. Might as well make it easy. You saw what happened to your fool mother…"
His eyes were so intent on the timid young redhead that he failed to notice Tracy creeping up from behind. She gripped the back of the crude chair, a heavy thing made of tree limbs and rawhide laces.
She lifted it high and lunged forward. Karina's eyes blazed with delight. Eric caught that as a warning sign and whirled just as the chair came crashing down. The legs shattered and flew like kindling, the heavy plank forming the seat hit across his forehead with a sickening thud. But for an arm he had raised in defense, it surely would have shattered his skull.