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http://www.incesttabooo.com/intruder.html
The Intruder
Part 3
He pounded his cock up her asshole, reaming out her rear entry as he
lustfully pawed and fondled her soft young flesh. He snickered at
each groan, chuckled at each whimper, laughed at each cry of pain,
and his cock grew even thicker inside her asshole.
Jones had never been gentle with women, even those who came to his
bed willingly, but now he was finding a delightful pleasure in his
complete and unchecked domination of the girl. He could do
anything, anything at all to her he wanted to, and his mind spun
through idea after idea.
But for now he was still tired. He rammed his prick deep into the
college girl's asshole and spewed out his morning load of sperm
juice, churning her rectum into butter as he let it suck the last
drop from his cock. He withdrew then and went into the bathroom to
piss and wash his cock, then returned, grabbing another pair of
panty hose from the dresser.
He tied them around her ankles and bound each to the bottom of the
bedposts so she couldn't get on the bed again. Of course this meant
that all her weight was hanging on her wrists again, but he didn't
care. She was tied so she couldn't move at all, that was what he
wanted. He jumped back into bed and fell asleep again.
Jessie was dazed and limp when he woke again some hours later. She
didn't even raise her head when he got out of bed, yawning, and
moved past her towards the bathroom. She yelped and woke quickly
when he smacked his hand down on her behind as he passed.
He came back out and undid her legs, then used a knife to cut the
panty hose off her wrists. She fell to the floor and bed, moaning
weakly, her stiff legs unable to hold her weight. Her hands ached
fiercely with returning circulation.
Jones grabbed her by the hair and hauled her off the bed, throwing
her on the floor near the door.
"Get your lazy cunt downstairs and make me breakfast, bitch,
otherwise I'll use the belt on you again. I want, let's see, I want
pancakes with lots of butter and syrup. Now get moving." He kicked
her in the side to enforce the order and she cried out, grabbing her
side with her wounded hands.
She half crawled out the door and downstairs to the kitchen, then
sat on a chair for a few minutes trying to gain come control of her
brain. She got up then and started making pancakes, afraid of what
he might do if he came down and found her sitting around with no
pancakes.
Not sure how many he wanted, she made a lot, taking bites out of a
couple as she made them for fear he wouldn't give her anything to
eat. He came downstairs finally, naked, which disappointed her
since it made it obvious he had no intention of leaving soon.
He munched on the pancakes without complaint, his eyes moving from
them to the window to her. "Kneel on the floor there, cunt," he
said after a minute, gesturing to the floor next to his chair. She
did as he ordered, sitting back on her heels as she watched, ready
to dodge a blow.
Instead he cut off a piece of pancake and put it under her nose.
She wasn't sure what to do though since it was obvious he wanted her
to eat it she did. She snickered and cut a number of other pieces
and ate them, then he cut another and she ate that. He was, she
realized, feeding her like a dog.
That would have made her mad before yesterday, but now she didn't
care. So long as it didn't hurt he could do what he wanted as far
as she was concerned. It wasn't like she had much pride or dignity
left to protect around him.
He finished eating and she washed the dishes, but he didn't leave
the table. He went to the fridge and looked inside, then opened the
freezer and looked in there. He pulled out the ice cube box and the
trays and sat back down at the table.
"Come here, slut," he ordered. She walked over and he grabbed her
wrist, pulling her across his knees with her ass in the air. He
fondled her ass cheeks for a few seconds then smacked his hand down
hard, making her cry out. He snickered, then poked his finger into
her cunt and pumped it in and out a couple of times.
"Real hot in there," he said. "Maybe I should do somethin' to cool
it off."
He plucked one of the rounded ice cubes out of the box and pushed it
against her cunt lips. She jerked in surprise, then clenched her
teeth as he held it right against her clitty, the cold becoming a
burning sensation that made it difficult to hold still.
He laughed and pushed the ice cube right into her cunt opening,
shoving it deep inside her hot body.
She gasped and panted but gave no other display of what she felt.
He picked up a second cube and slid that into her cunt as well, then
a third, then a fourth, then a fifty and sixth and seventh and
eight. Each cube pressed against the one before it, jamming it
higher inside her lower belly.
She began to shake with the terrible blistering cold she was feeling
high inside her totally unprotected innards.
Nothing cold was ever meant to go up there and so her cunt chute
didn't know how to react to it. He pushed a dozen cubes into her
cunt, so they ground slickly against each other inside her belly.
He slapped his hand down hard on her ass, laughing as she cried out
again. Then he picked up another ice cube and pressed it against
her little round anus. She whimpered as he forced the cube into her
asshole. Her whole lower body was soon shaking uncontrollably as he
forced a dozen more cubes up her ass.
He was like a kid with a new toy, and she was the toy. He snickered
and laughed as he pushed more cubes into her cunt and then more into
her asshole, forcing both tubes to bulge out inside her belly. He
soon had to jam the cubes in hard to get them inside, for there was
little room left inside her, even though the things were melting and
a little stream of water was dribbling out her cunt slit.
He forced even more cubes up her asshole, so the round opening gaped
wide, parts of several cubes visible in the space. Her cunt was
also gaping open with more cubes seen between her split lips.
"Doesn't that feel goooood?" he sneered, rubbing his hand up and
down over her pussy and asshole.
Jessie didn't answer him. Her belly felt like it was ready to split
open from the pressure pressing against the walls of her pussy and
anal tube. In addition, her belly quivered and trembled with the
numbing cold as the dozens of hard cubes ground and clinked together
in her abdomen.
He shoved her off him and onto the floor.
"Make sure none of them cubes come out, whore, or you're in deep
shit."
He got up and fished around in the drawers, finally coming out with
some thick electrical tape. He returned to her, bringing her wrists
together behind her back and taping them together. He took off a
big strip of tape then and put it down the middle of her ass crack
and down between her legs, pressing it hard against her pussy mound.
He'd done it to keep the ice cubes inside her, but suddenly had an
idea. His eyes narrowed and his smile broadened as he stared at the
girl kneeling on all fours in front of him. he pressed the tape
hard against her pussy, then gripped the end and ripped it up hard,
She screamed, her knees coming apart and dropping her on her belly
as he tore the tape up off her. Cubes spit out her cunt and asshole
as she howled in agony and writhed on the floor. Jones laughed and
looked at the tape. A thick mass of cunt hair was attached to the
bottom.
He forced her to kneel again, then tore off an even longer strip of
the two inch wide tape. He pressed it against her belly button,
then ran it down her abdomen and up between her legs again, rubbing
his hand up an down the tape, pressing it tightly against her flesh.
She trembled and whimpered and began to sob in anxious anticipation.
He snickered, then gripped the edge of the tape near her belly
button and ripped it upwards as hard as he could. It tore back down
her abdomen and up over her pussy lips, ripping out masses of pussy
hair with it as she shrieked in agony and flopped on the floor
again.
He clutched his sides and howled in laughter as he looked at her
fiery red, nearly bare pussy. He kicked her onto her back and
spread her legs, examining her crotch with interest. She'd only had
a narrow band of pussy hair on account of the high cut bathing suits
that were fashionable, now this band was nothing but a thin, almost
invisible shadow.
He ignored her babbling pleas and tore off another strip of tape,
fastening it over her cunt and abdomen once more. He held it by the
free end as she moaned anxiously. He waited, knowing the waiting
was torture on her, then tore it back suddenly. Again she screamed,
though not as badly for there were far less cunt hairs left to be
ripped free.
He stopped her writhing and examined her cunt again. It was nearly
as bare and smooth as a baby's butt, hardly a hair to be felt and
none to be seen.
Her ass and cunt had spit ice cubes across the floor though so he
replaced them and then put yet another strip of tape down between
her legs and up between her ass cheeks, this one just to hold the
cubes inside her.
He sat back in the chair then and dragged her up between his spread
legs, pulling her face down over his fat, hard prick. She took it
into her mouth, shaking and trembling from pain and cold, but
willing to do anything for him so long as it didn't hurt.
She bobbed her lips up and down on his cock, her tongue rubbing
furiously against his cockhead as she tried to bring him off
quickly.
She was hindered by not being able to use her hands but he was in no
hurry, sitting back with his legs spread and his hands resting on
her head.
He sighed in relaxation, happy with his little toy as she ran her
lips back and forth, up and down his cockshaft. He pulled his feet
up off the floor, resting them on her back as she sucked his boner.
He suddenly shoved her head down hard, punching his cockhead right
into her throat.
She gurgled in pain as he snickered and sighed in pleasure, the
feeling of her throat choking around his cockhead wonderfully
sensuous. He forced her head down until her lips and nose were
mashing against his belly and crotch, then let her pull back up
again.
She gasped for breath as his cockhead popped out of her throat and
back into her mouth, then sucked even harder on it, hoping he would
come. But he jammed her head back down again, forcing the cockhead
and several inches of shaft back up into her gullet.
He came then, pumping wads of sticky cum straight down her throat
and into her belly. He sighed in pleasure, leaning back in the
chair, his hands behind his head as he let her head rise again and
his cockhead slipped out of her throat.
His hands slipped beneath her and he cupped and fondled her fat
titties. Then he had another idea.
He pushed her away and went over to the sink and turned on the cold
water. He let the tap run for a minute so the water was extra cold,
then poured it into a big pot. He turned off the tap and put the
pot on the floor, then dumped in the remains of the ice cubes. He
stirred it a little with his finger, then drew it out and licked the
cold digit.
Jessie watched him worriedly as he turned and grinned at her.
"C'mere slut," he ordered.
She crawled over to him and he gripped her by the hair and arm,
bending her forward, pushing her chest down over the pot. Her fat
melons pushed right into the icy cold water and she gasped in shock,
trying to pull away. He snickered an laughed, pushing harder,
immersing her boobies in the ice water for a long minute.
Finally he pulled her back out of the water. Her tits were now
swollen and hard with the cold, her nipples erect, hard like little
pebbles. He pinched them, then bent and took one into his mouth,
sucking avidly.
He sucked the other nipple, then returned to the first one, his
hands stroking the hard, taut fleshy mounds. He pulled back then
and picked up the pot of ice water, dumping it over her head. He
howled with laughter, then got up and went into the living room to
see what was on TV. Nothing much was on except soaps and game shows
so he came back to play with his toy.
"I have to take care of the horses," she announced.
"Horses?"
"Yes. They're in the stable. I should have gone and checked on
them yesterday. They'll have used all their grain and hay now and
will be starved."
"Well, by all means, let's go."
First he put on some clothes, then, refusing to let her do the same,
he followed her outside to the stables. He cut the tape off her
wrists, freeing them, then ignored her, examining the horses as she
poured them grain and water and set out hay.
"Any of these stallions?" he wondered.
"No, they're all mares."
"Too bad. I would've loved to see you sucking off a horse." She
didn't answer that as she petted Donna, one of the mares. He looked
around the stable, prying into corners. She thought about jumping
up on Donna and racing away but he had his gun stuck in his belt and
would almost certainly shoot her before she even got out of the
stable.
He picked up a metal device from the corner, a long tube that looked
something like a bicycle pump and examined it.
"What's this?" he asked. She looked over and swallowed in
surprise.
"I uh, I don't' know. Just some piece of junk that's been broken
for years."
He put it down again and wandered away, much to her relief. He
opened a fridge and looked inside. It was stacked with pills and
medicine for the horses. He lifted out a big half gallon container
and looked inside it.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, frowning down at the thick,
white, creamy stuff.
"Just a uh, an ointment for the horses if they get a sore." He
turned it around and then grinned broadly.
"How come it says horse semen on it then?"
"It used to uh, have uh, horse semen," she gulped as he carried it
over to her. He was smiling as he approached but when he was a
couple of feet away he swung his hand and cracked it across her face
hard. She whirled around and fell to the ground, crying out in
pain.
"Lying little whore!" he yelled. "You're a filthy, stinking slut!"
He pulled the roll of electrical tape from his back pocket and
quickly taped her wrists behind her back again. He pulled her up to
her knees by the hair, ignoring her screams of pain, then opened the
big round plastic container and bent her head back.
"Okay whore, here's some horse juice for you. Drink it."
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
"Drink it, cunt!" He pulled her hair even harder, but she clenched
her teeth tight, refusing to drink the horse semen. He pulled
harder on her hair, forcing her head way, way back, thrusting her
two round tit balls out against her taut skin. He glared angrily at
her, thinking of pouring the whole thing down on her head.
Instead he set it down away from her. He scrabbled around beside
her, still holding her head back by the hair as he pulled his belt
from the loops.
"Fucking cunt face bitch," he snarled. "I'm gonna show you your
place!"
He doubled up the belt then slashed it down against her right tit.
She howled in terrible agony as the heavy leather cut into her
tender mammary.
He raised it and whipped it down again, this time on her other tit.
Again she screamed, the sound so loud and horrible the horses
shuffled uneasily in their paddocks.
He slashed it down on her right tit again, then her left, then her
right, then her left, swinging it as hard and fast as he could. The
belt was a constant whirring blur as it cut into her sensitive tit
meat, turning it quickly red. He finally halted, panting from
exertion.
He pulled her head forward, feeling a wonderful power as he watched
her tear streaked face sobbing in misery. He lifted the container
and held the edge to her lips, tilting it so the cum was against her
mouth.
"Drink, slut girl."
She pretended to drink, revolted by the stuff even touching her
lips. He wasn't fooled, cursing and slapping her face. He set down
the container again and stood up. He gripped her left ankle and
pulled her leg high, then stepped on her left leg.
He held her legs wide as he slashed the belt down directly against
her cunt. Jessie shrieked like a madwoman as the belt slammed down
right on her cunt mound. She howled and screamed in agony as he
whipped it down again and again and again.
Then he let her leg go and dropped to his knees. He lifted the
container in one hand and gripped her hair in the other, forcing the
sobbing girl onto her knees and then pulling her head back.
"Open your mouth, whore!" She opened her mouth.
"Wider. Wider!" She opened her mouth wide and he tilted the
container of horse semen, letting a thick stream pour down into her
open mouth. It filled her mouth completely and he halted.
"Swallow it, cunt meat or I'll tear the skin off your back!"
She sobbed and swallowed, coming very close to throwing up as the
horrible tasting stuff poured down her throat. He tilted the
container and poured more into her mouth, filling it again. Again
she swallowed, and again, and again, and again.
He snickered and laughed, then moved the container around, pouring
the horse semen down on her face, and onto her taut, red breasts,
down her smooth, soft belly and into her bare pussy mound.
He shoved her away and she fell onto her face. He poured more cum
down on her head and shoulders and back and ass. Then, with almost
half the container gone, he put it down and picked up the belt. He
leaned over and gripped the tape still tightly fixed to her cunt and
ripped it off. Water gurgled out of her cunt chute, for all the ice
had long since melted in her warm belly.
His eyes were wild as he raised his hand high and slashed the belt
down on her ass. She screamed in pain, the sound music to his ears.
Water gushed out of her asshole as she lost control of herself. He
whipped it down again and more water spat out of her ass.
He slashed it down again, this time on her back, then on her ass
again, then her thigh, then onto her stomach as she rolled
drunkenly, trying to evade his cruel, savage strokes. But he kept
swinging the belt, raising angry red welts on her soft white skin as
he slashed and slashed and slashed again.
Finally he tossed the belt away and dropped his pants. His cock was
bulging red and rock hard as he dropped to his knees between her
legs, ripping her thighs open. She was on her belly, sobbing in
horror and misery. He fitted his cock against her cunt opening and
thrust hard and deep, burying its entire length inside her fuck
pipe.
Her cunt was soaking wet from the water, but had already warmed up.
Now it sucked on his prick as he pounded it furiously down into her
hole. His hands slapped her ass and then gripped her hips to jerk
her back against him as he skewered the weeping, shivering blonde.
He fucked as hard as he could, not in ignorance, but wanting to hurt
her, needing to hurt her. He felt the cum bubbling in his balls and
tore his cock free, then slammed it down her asshole. She sobbed
louder by did nothing else as he viciously drove his cock down her
anal chute with violent strokes.
Then he came, yelling in pleasure and triumph as he poured his juice
down the college girl's asshole and let her insides suck it down.
"Now do you understand, SLUT? You're a filthy, worthless little
cunt! You're nothing but a fuck hole, three fuck holes, and I'll
use whichever one I want, and whatever else you got that I want."
The trembling, shaking girl understood, only too well.
It didn't take him long to find the number in their little brown
book. He called up the supply house and used their credit card to
order up twenty gallons of horse sperm. He was surprised at how
expensive it was, but then, it wasn't his money, was it. He told
the man they were going to start a big breeding program and that
seemed to satisfy him.
Jessie was upstairs having a bath. He snickered in glee at the
thought of the bath she was gonna take when he got the rest of that
semen. In the meantime...
He lifted the pipe the girl had called a piece of old junk. He knew
very well what it was. It was a cattle prod, and he'd ordered some
fresh batteries for it from the farm supply house. He could hardly
wait till the little cunt felt it up her snatch.
He thought about inviting some of his friends over, but he didn't
want to share the pretty blonde with anyone just yet. Besides, his
friends wouldn't be able to pay for her. The only ones who were
gonna borrow his pet pussy were people with money.
After that last whipping he'd given her he figured she'd do damned
near anything he told her to, no matter how disgusting. There
wasn't going to be any college for this pussy. He was gonna put her
out on the street and make some money off her tight cunt and pretty
face.
First, he'd have to fuck up her head more, like those brainwashed
guys in Vietnam or Korea. He'd have the little bitch willing to do
anything on his say so, make it so she wouldn't even think about
trying to leave or disobey, then he'd really be in the money. He'd
heard where some of these cunts could pull in a quarter of a million
a year.
Of course they all used it up on drugs, or their pimps did. He
would get it all though, and get himself a nice penthouse somewhere
in New York. He heard a sound out front and ran to the window. A
blue car was pulling in the drive.
He ran upstairs fast and burst into the girl's room, then into the
bathroom. She looked up in surprise and fear. He grabbed her and
jerked her out of the water, deluging the whole floor as he pulled
her stumbling into her room.
He took the tape out of his pocket and taped her wrists behind her
quickly, then pulled her ankles together and forced them back
against her ass, winding the tape around them again and again, then
back around her wrists, hog tying her. He heard the door bell and
so did she, gasping in surprise.
He quickly pulled the tape up and jerked her head back hard, running
the tape over her mouth and around her head several times, then back
around her wrists. He didn't even bother to tear the tape off,
leaving the roll attached as he ran to the stairs.
"Jessie?" a voice called. It was a female voice.
He edged closer to the stairs as he looked over. There was a girl
coming into the living room, looking around in surprise at the pile
of electronic goods near the stairs.
"Where are you? Are you here, Jessie?" she called. She looked up
the stairs and Jones ducked out of sight. She was an older woman,
older than Jessie anyway, maybe by ten years. She had thick,
shoulder length brown hair and wore a suit without a tie.
She came up the stairs and Jones ducked back into Jessie's room,
standing up behind the door. The woman came straight there, like
she knew the layout of the house. She stared in shock at the bound,
hog tied form of the naked girl. "Jessie"! she cried, rushing
forward. Jones grabbed her from behind, his arm going around her
throat to stifle a scream. He gripped her right arm and forced it
up behind her back, tightening his arm around her throat as he
forced her down to her knees.
She struggled wildly, especially when she ran out of air. But
eventually her struggles weakened, then halted. She didn't move as
her eyes closed and she went limp. He held her for a few seconds to
make sure she wasn't fooling, then let her go.
She fell on her face on the floor and lay still. He stepped over
her and ripped the tape away from Jessie's mouth.
"Who's the cunt?" he demanded.
"M... my... my sister, Caitlin," she sobbed.
"What the fuck is she doing here?"
"She's a lawyer. She... she got me a job clerking for a friend of
hers. They must have called and told her I didn't show up."
"Shit!"
"Is she... is... is she... dead?" she squeaked.
"No, she ain't dead. Not that that matters to you, you stupid
whore. I'll kill her if I want to, and you too. Understand?"
She nodded her head in fear, her eyes wide.
"We're just gonna have to do something about this, now ain't we?"
he said, his lips turning into a nasty smile.
He took all the tape off the naked blonde and dragged the brunette
over his shoulder, carrying her into the master bedroom. Jessie
followed anxiously, watching silently as he took off her sister's
jacket, then took a pair of panty hose and ripped them in two.
He made Jessie help him as he tied Caitlin's wrists high to the twin
bedposts. Caitlin started moaning half way through the job, jerking
fitfully as she began to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes
and looked at them in confusion, somewhat dazed.
"How ya' doin', Caitlin baby?" he sneered.
"Wha... wha... who... what's... what's going... on?" she
moaned.
"You're gonna sure find out, baby," he snickered.
Caitlin stared at him, then at her naked little sister, her eyes
getting wider as she looked at Jessie standing there nude.
"Okay, cunt," Jones said, bringing over a portable phone. He'd
found it in her car when he'd moved it into the stable.
"You're gonna call your company and tell them your little sister is
sick and you're taking a couple of days off to look after her.
What's the number?"
"Jessie? What's going on?" she demanded. Jones smiled thinly,
then punched her hard in the belly. The air whooshed out of her and
she gasped and groaned for long minutes before she could recover it.
"I didn't say you could talk to her. This cunt here belongs to me.
Nobody talks to it unless I say they can. Now what's the number of
your company?"
"Fuck you," she spat. I'm not going to tell you anything."
"No?" He smiled, then gripped Jessie by the hair and stepped behind
her. he pulled her head back and slid a sharp knife up against her
throat.
"You don't do as I tell you and I'll cut baby sister's pretty
throat. Understand, bitch?"
"All right! I'll do it! Don't hurt her!" Jones dialled the number
then put it next to her ear, listening closely as she told them the
story.
"Now you can call her company and tell them she won't be coming for
a few days." She did so, and he hung up, grinning.
"Now we can have us some fun," he laughed. He threw down the knife,
his instead sliding up and down Jessie's belly, then going up
beneath her right tit, cupping and weighing it, then squeezing
tightly as Caitlin watched. He slid his hand down between her legs
and started rubbing his fingers up and down between her puffy bald
cunt lips.
"What are we gonna do with this whore, baby?" he asked Jessie.
"I don't know," she said dumbly.
"I know," he snickered. He pushed her away and went up to Caitlin,
gripping her head from behind. She stared at him in fear as he
sneered at her. His right hand slid up her chest and squeezed her
tit through her blouse, then he muffled her curses with his mouth,
kissing her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth.
He drew back with a curse, then punched her in the face, rocking her
back and knocking her feet out from under her. She groaned, hanging
for long seconds from her wrists before she could find her feet.
"Fuckin' whore bit me," he snarled. "We'll teach her what happens
to cunts who don't behave, won't we slut?" he snapped at Jessie.
"Uh, huh," she said, looking down. He gripped her by the arm and
pushed her forward towards her sister. Caitlin was running her
tongue over her lower lips which was bleeding a little.
"Take the bitch's clothes off," he ordered.
Her hands moved tentatively to the buttons on Caitlin's shirt and
she began to undo them. She didn't look at her sister as she
carefully opened her shirt to the beltline. Once it was open she
realized she couldn't get it off because her sister's wrists were
tied so she just left it hanging open. She undid Caitlin's belt
buckle and opened her pants, then tugged them down over her rounded
hips, down her smooth, silky thighs, and over her knees to bunch up
around her ankles.
She knelt in front of her sister and undid her shoes, taking them
off along with her socks, then pulled her pants off. Without
looking up, she reached up and gripped Caitlin's panties, tugging
them down her legs and off as well.
She stood up, turning to look at Jones.
"Don't forget her shirt and bra," he sneered.
"But... but they won't come off," she said, worriedly. Jones
stepped forward and gripped the shirt's collar and ripped the entire
back of the shirt off, leaving only one sleeve on her right arm. He
gripped her bra and tore it open, then ripped it off as Caitlin
yelped in pain.
Caitlin was red with embarrassment now, looking anxiously from Jones
to Jessie. She was trying to cross her legs to hide her furry pussy
but couldn't do that without hanging from her wrists. She had to
stand absolutely straight to keep her feet on the ground.
"Well now, your sis ain't bad, baby," Jones leered. "Nice big fat
titties, a nice round ass... " He was standing beside her and slid
his right hand down between her legs to cup her pubic mound. "Nice
soft pussy too," he sneered.
"You bastard!" Caitlin sobbed. He gripped her hair and she
screamed as he pulled her head far back. He jammed his face into
her throat and bit down hard, making her cry out again.
"You haven't even begun to see how much of a bastard I can be,
slut," he sniggered. He turned to Jessie who was standing there
timidly, trying not to look at her naked sister.
"You, whore," he snapped. "Get your ass over here." Jessie
shuffled forward.
"Look at these titties. Aren't they nice?" Jessie nodded,
embarrassed.
"Nice big nipples too. I wonder how big they get when you suck on
them. Let's find out, baby. Start sucking."
"Me?" Jessie squeaked.
"Yeah, you, you stupid fucking twat! Suck those nipples!"
Jessie's eyes got round and she reluctantly to see her sister's big
tits standing out taut as Jones kept her head back. She was sort of
glad he did that so she didn't have to look Caitlin in the eye. She
bent and hesitantly took Caitlin's left nipple into her mouth,
sucking gently.
"Suck harder, slut. I want to see suction here," he sniggered. "I
want teeth marks on that melon meat."
Jessie sucked harder, then cupped Caitlin's big tit as Jones
watched. She squeezed and fondled both her sister's titties at his
insistence, and moved her tongue all over Caitlin's meaty boobs.
She tongued one nipple, then the other, sucking hard until both were
erect.
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