Janey mouthed a silent, Fuck me… and her wild heaving slowed. She lay between them tense with delight, mouth flapping eyes agape, stunned by the wonder of their two gushing cocks. It was like she could feel the flood of hot fuck cream rising inside.
"Hhhhooooooo," she sighed in ecstasy.
Her tremors continued inside, tugging and squeezing the two cocks at once. The men answered with slow, deep reaming thrusts meant to wring the last drops from their long cocks. Their two prickshafts were slick with their own cum, less frantic in their pulsing, but still blazing hot. When they both fucked deep, they triggered a nerve Janey didn't know she had.
She let loose with a roar of abandoned delight. At that moment, Jana cupped her hand to her ear and said, "I'm sure I heard a scream."
Alice thought she heard something, but hardly what she would think of as a scream. Certainly not a shrill cry of terror.
"If it was Janey, she likes what she's doing."
They both listened intently, but by then, the lewd trio in the lounge were only gasping softly in mutual bliss.
"I've got to go see what it was," Jana said.
"Why don't you take the controls and let me check it out?" Alice said, but it was too late.
Her agile friend was already halfway down the ladder to the deck below. Alice thought she recognized the eerie sound now – it was so much like her own wild cry when her body gave in despite itself and surrendered to Stan's frenzied passion.
But she remained puzzled. She didn't see how that could be. How could Janey have jacked off to such a fevered pitch? It hadn't occurred to her there was one, much less a pair of virile cocks onboard. If the thought had crossed her mind, she'd have left the boat running out of control and ran down to the lounge with Jana.
Jana raced the length of the boat, taking long strides despite her petite size. Why the great rush, she wasn't sure, but that eerie wail had triggered some primitive instinct. She felt her heartbeat quicken, and her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
When she burst through the door into the lounge, the rasp of her anxious breath and her heartbeat stopped for a brief moment of horrified rage.
What she saw was her young daughter Janey cruelly bound to the arms of the long couch, naked except for her net top. Her taut nipples had been sucked through the webbed strands of the flimsy covering and were so bulged with excitement now, they could not slip back.
She also saw the two leering men, but only for an instant. Then her gaze focused intently on their two long, cum-greased cocks. One eased out of Janey's little cunt, puffing her pink cunt lips with it as the heavy prickshaft withdrew. The other prick slid out of her ass, its vein-webbed mass of cockmeat streaked darkly with what had to be shit. The vision flashed like an obscene neon sign.
Jana didn't see – or the moralistic side of her mind refused to admit that it had seen – the grinning look of contentment on Janey's face. Nor did she notice the way the girl's pussy lips held onto the cock so tightly, reluctant to give up their seething grip.
"You bastards!" Jana screamed, and she flew at them, her tingy fingers stiff and spread like an eagle's claws. It didn't matter how big they were, only that they had raped her daughter, and that by the look in their eyes, they wanted to fuck her again.
"Holy shit!" Doolie said. He was the nearest to being on his feet. Jana hit him like a wrecking ball swung by a towering crane.
If there was one thing Doolie should have remembered, it was the wild strength of a woman when it came to saving her daughter. His own mother had been smaller than this screaming bitch, and she had flattened him with no apparent effort when he tried to lead his young sister into the barn.
Jana struck with the same unreasoning ferocity, red nails flashing like ten little daggers. Doolie threw up an arm to ward her off, but she pushed it aside.
"Jeeeezus, lady!"
He hunched and tried to throw her off, but she held on by raking his face, scratching like she wanted to dig both eyes right out of their sockets.
"Shiiiiit!" He collapaed beneath the fury of her insane rush.
As he crumpled forward, he was thrown into Judd, who had only pulled himself to his knees. Their heads cracked together harder than their cocks had collided inside the young girl.
Janey lay beneath the furious tangle of sweaty muscle and blood-red, claws and screamed, "Mother!"
Jana took it for a cry of fear and redoubled her wild attack. All Janey wanted her to do was stop before she got into a situation even her wild surge of strength could not control.
"Mom, for Christsake."
"Ass fucker!" Jana growled at Doolie. He had both hands up, swatting at her like he was swatting at a swarm of hornets.
Judd struggled beneath the combined weight of his brother and the snarling bitch who kept clawing at his face. He reared up and tossed them both to the floor. Doolie rolled over on his back, still moaning and weak from the solid knock on his head.
Jana came up like a hellcat breathing fire. Her darting eyes caught a glimpse of Doolie sprawled near her feet and she kicked him squarely in the balls.
"Ass fucker!" she snarled again.
Doolie's horrible scream rattled all the windows in the lounge, and he shuddered on the floor, helplessly clutching his nuts, moaning and unable to stand.
"Now, Goddamn… that's too much!" There was a wry twist to Judd's voice.
Outside of fucking, fighting was the thing he liked best. Whenever things got really dull in the woods, he and Doolie would go down to one of those rhinestone cowboy bars in town and let some asshole dude pick a fight. Then he and Doolie would clean house on the whole place. But he always did it with a wide, good-natured grin.
The same grin was on Judd's face now. Jana closed one hand into a tiny fist and punched it at what she took for a lusty smirk. Judd flicked the blow aside with his big right hand, and his left shot out straight from his massive shoulder.
He caught Jana neatly on the chin, and pulled the punch just enough to keep from breaking her fragile neck. She flipped backward and landed in a heap, lifeless as a discarded rag doll.
"Don't know where you damn women ever got the idea you could take over the world… but this ole boy is big on equal rights, I'll tell you. When some sonuvabitch takes a swing at me, I take a swing right back. It don't matter shit to me if the sonuvabitch wears a skirt!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jana pitched backward and saw the room upside down, spinning around. Then the walls and the ceiling fell in on her. She sank in a sea of darkness and pain. Finally, she saw and felt nothing at all.
"Oooooh!" Janey groaned as though the headsnapping punch had cupped her chin.
She watched, helpless, still bound to the arms of the couch and saw her mother slump to the floor in a tangled heap.
"You didn't have to do that. I could have talked to her…"
"You can talk to her when she wakes up," Judd said curtly.
Doolie rolled over and dragged himself up on his hands and knees. He moaned from the awful pain sparking from his balls. Crouching, he pulled his upper body straight and reached down to hold his aching nut sac, as though cupping his nuts in his hands might stop the throb of spreading torment.
"Uuuunngh! Shit!" He kept shaking his head slowly from side to side, trying to clear it. His balls hurt so much, he could hardly see.
Judd went out the door onto the sundeck at the back of the boat. Janey raised her head and craned her neck, trying to see, but the sun was going down, and he soon vanished among the lengthening shadows. She could only wonder what he was going to do.
"Mom?" she called. "Mom, are you all right?"
"Muuuuugh?" Jana moaned.
The room was spinning again. She clutched the floor with outstretched hands and held on, waiting for it to stop. Though her vision hadn't cleared, she could see her daughter in her mind – poor little Janey tied hand and foot to the arms of that couch. Silver cum dribbled from the soft lips of her cunt and the tight, quivering ring of her ass.