It flowed into her mouth, forced to bubble out when he jammed his cock deep. Quicksilver cum glossed her lips and ran down her chin Fabrianne gasped, frustrated because she couldn't swallow it all.
Her own climax had started. Her pussy wrenched into JOYOUS spasms even though it was her face getting fucked. Sparks danced around her nipple tips. Fabrianne's chest heaved, swelling with a silent scream trapped inside by Jesse's cock.
When he'd finally satisfied himself, he let his cock slide out. By then she felt too drained of energy to do more than sigh.
He grinned down at her. "You got two more to try, but I'm not through with you yet. Stand up, bitch!"
"What?"
He didn't wait for her to answer. Jesse grabbed her bound wrists and yanked her up. The stole slipped off and fell in a silver-blue heap at her feet. Jesse pulled and yanked her arms higher.
"Aaagggh! That hurts!" He was knotting another length of rope around the one already there. "I'm tied tight enough!" she complained. "My fingers are getting numb!"
"Tight enough, maybe, but not high enough." He tossed the free end of the longer second rope over an exposed ceiling beam above her head.
Fabrianne heard the rope hiss, slithering over the rustic timber. "What are you going to do?"
"Give you a little lift," Jesse said with a cackle. "You're the type of bitch that always looks down on men." He pulled hard on the loose end of rope, yanking her bound wrists high overhead.
Her shoulders wrenched and throbbed under painful stress. Jesse had pulled so hard that she could barely stand on her tip-toes.
"Not high enough yet," he said, giving the rope another vicious tug. That lifted her feet off the floor.
Fabrianne screamed as her bound arms had taken her full weight. She kicked her hobbled feet, trying to reach the floor. That made her start to sway like the clapper of a bell.
"How's the view from up there?" Jesse asked. "Are you up high enough to look down on a big stud like my brother Frank?"
He was just getting up, having satisfied himself for the time being with Colette. Fabrianne's head was above his now, dangling by her bound wrists almost two feet off the floor. Her fingers touched the ceiling beam.
"The fancy lady forgot her stole," Frank said, bending down to pick it up.
He pushed the expensive fur between her bound arms. The broad back of it covered her head like a furry hood. One long side fell down her back, the other between her tits. The cool satin lining touched her face but was almost smothering in it's warmth. The density of it muffled her anguished cries. She felt burning pains in both shoulder sockets and her bound wrists. And she couldn't see.
Jesse pushed on her ass and started her swaying. Colette was just sitting up then, still dazzled and bleary-eyed from her repeated climaxes with Frank. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on the strange sight before her.
Frank pushed the other side and started the bound woman whirling around in a circle. Fabrianne gasped, getting dizzy as the mad spinning sway of her tortured body got worse.
"What are you doing to my mother?" Colette cried.
Jesse laughed and pushed Fabrianne harder. "Teaching her to be a real swinger," he said.
"That's an awful thing to do!" Colette was rubbing her chafed wrists. Frank had freed her arms and the circulation was slowly coming back.
"You want to take her place?" Jesse asked. Colette shuddered and dropped her head, bending to work on the knots around her ankles. In a minute she was able to stand, unsteadily at first. Watching her bound mother whirl around made the young bride dizzy too. The beautiful fur stole draped over her head was cruel mockery. Colette swayed and felt sick.
Frank grabbed her arm and steadied her. "You'd best sit down. Your face looks as white as your dress."
"Huh? Ooooh, yes."
He turned her around, away from the bed and eased her back.
"Lift up your long train," Frank said. "Bare your pretty little ass."
She did that without thinking. Colette was getting used to taking orders. And Frank pushed so that she stumbled, sitting down hard in her husband's lap. She cried out as his upraised cock speared her in the ass. The anger and the strange excitement of watching his bride cum again and again had made his prick aching hard.
Colette tried to leap up, but Frank pressed his large hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Her asshole was still slick with cum from having been fucked and Rob's cock sank into her smoothly as she was forced to sit down on his prick.
"Unnngh," she raged, furious.
"How do you like the heat of my cock up your ass?" Rob hissed in her ear.
"It hurts!"
"I thought it wasn't big enough to please you," he taunted.
"Too big to sit on like this," she gulped, wincing with both from pain and humiliation.
"My brothers and me don't usually share our prizes," Frank said. "But you women have been so shitty to these guys."
"Yeah, I think it's only right they get to join in the fun," Jesse agreed. He found the key and unlocked Rob.
His bride still sat on his lap, squirming uncomfortably, impaled by his cock. With his hands free, he reached his arms around her and found her firm tits.
"Remember all the rotten things you said?" Rob sneered, pinching one nipple with each hand.
"Nnnnooo!"
"Well, I do! Every word! And you're going to eat them all, you bitch!"
"Hungh, stop it. You're hurting my nipples and burning my ass." Pinching her tits roughly made her squirm and ream herself on his cock.
Fabrianne was still swinging around in circles, dizzy and blinded. She winced when she heard her daughter's cries of torment, but there was nothing she could do.
"Can I have my wife for a while?" Rob asked Frank.
"Be my guest. Whatever you've got in mind, she's got it coming." The huge man stepped aside as Rob pushed up out of the chair.
Colette stood up howling, pushed from behind. His cock wrenched inside her like a pry bar trying to break the slender wall between asshole and cunt.
"You said you didn't want my cock anymore just because I had some fun fucking your mother. What about all the other guys you fucked, you slut?"
"There weren't all that many."
"How many?"
"Two or three."
"Bullshit! Your mother told me about more than that!" He rammed and twisted his cock into her ass from behind.
"Three or four, then. I don't remember!"
"Maybe ten? A dozen?" He demanded to know.
"Eight," she cried in a voice strained by her shame.
"And does that include me?"
"No, not yet."
Rob grunted and pushed her forward. Colette cracked her shins on the bed frame and sprawled across it on her face. Rob dove and went down with her, not letting his cock slip out of her ass.
"Eight, God damn you! That's almost a fucking baseball team!"
"I know. And. I was too ashamed to admit the truth," she sobbed.
He was counting them off. "One!" Rob rammed her hard in the ass. "Two!" Again, still harder. "Three!" He twisted the cock-root in her ass that time.
Colette screamed and shivered, wishing fervently that she'd never lied to the man she'd married – wishing, in fact, that she had never been born.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rob's angry cock didn't fire until he reached the count of nine. Then he drove into her and snarled, "This one's for me!"
Colette felt his cum gush in stinging spurts. It brought scant relief. His cock glided more smoothly when slicked with silvery cream, but he only fucked her faster. The pain of his searing hot stabs remained the same.
When her raging groom had fucked himself empty, he hardly paused. Rob pulled out of her and stood with a still rigid cock by the edge of the bed.
"Now turn around, and suck it, baby!"