"You ever notice how the trees here lean *toward* you?" Madison's uncle Rick spat into the campfire, the embers hissing as the others shifted uncomfortably. The van's over heated under strands of moss dangling low enough to brush Madison's bare shoulders as she passed the cooler. Her dad hadn't laughed when Uncle Pete joked about the forest's old wives' tale�the one where men wake up with the forest supposed magic making men have there way with female relatives.
The humidity clung thicker than the denim shorts riding up Madison's thighs, the kind of damp heat that made fabric a personal violation. She caught Uncle Mark staring at the way her tank top stuck to the sweat between her breasts, his knuckles whitening around his beer bottle. Something in the air smelled like overripe blackberries�sickly sweet, fermenting at the edges.
Her dad tossed another log onto the fire. "Bullshit stories for tourists, " he muttered, but his eyes kept darting to the tree line where fireflies pulsed. She stretched, arching her back just to watch four pairs of eyes track the way her nipples hardened against the thin cotton. The legend never mentioned *who* started it�just that by dawn, no one remembered how.
Uncle Jack's chuckle came out strangled. "Sure as hell don't feel enchanted." But his fingers were digging into his own thighs hard, nostrils flaring as Madison bent to retrieve a dropped marshmallow bag, the curve of her ass glowing in the firelight. The forest wasn't just watching. It breathed with them, hot and slow against the napes of their necks.
Madison's dad cleared his throat�too sharp, too loud�but the sound dissolved into the humid air before it could land. She caught him staring at the way her tank top strap slipped down her arm, the fabric clinging where sweat pooled between her breasts. His pupils swallowed the blue of his irises whole. "Anyone else fucking *hot*?" Uncle Pete rasped, tearing off his shirt with a sound like ripping Velcro. His cock strained visibly against his jeans�impossible thickness pressing against the zipper.
No one answered. Because Madison was biting her lip now, slow and deliberate, tasting salt and something darker on her tongue. The air between them congealed like honey left in the sun, thick with the musk of five men breathing harder, their cocks swelling past what denim could contain. When she exhaled, the fire spat sparks in response.
Her dad's hands twitched like he wanted to grab something�the axe, the cooler, *her*. Instead, he watched his own traitorous fingers undo the top button of his fly. The forest hummed approval. No one moved to stop him.
Madison felt the first wet pulse between her legs before she fully understood why, her panties clinging shamelessly. The bite of elastic against her thighs wasn't tight enough to chafe�just enough to remind her skin how easily it could be peeled away. She inhaled sharply when Uncle Jack's knee bumped hers, the rough texture of his jeans burning hotter than the fire against her bare leg.
They formed the circle without speaking, boots shuffling pine needles into perfect symmetry around her. The forest exhaled�a shuddering sigh that lifted Madison's hair from her damp neck. Her dad's fingers twitched once before closing around her shoulder, his grip proprietary, inevitable. The push came slow, giving her knees time to bruise properly against the moss before she settled there, palms flat on the cool earth, her spine arched like a question mark.
Clothing hit the forest floor with the weight of confession. Belt buckles chimed against roots, denim pooling around ankles still twitching with restraint. Madison didn't need to look up to know their cocks jutted obscenely in the firelight�the humid air carried the musk of them, salt and iron thick enough to coat her tongue. Uncle Mark groaned when his erection bobbed free, the swollen head glistening with precome that splattered hot against her collarbone.
Her father's cock brushed her cheek when he stepped closer, the heat of it branding her skin before she'd even tasted him. She opened her mouth on instinct. "Not yet, " he rasped, fingers tangling in her hair hard enough to tilt her head back.
Uncle Rick's hips jerked forward before she could protest, the blunt head of his cock dragging across her lips like a promise. The taste of him flooded her senses�salt and sweat and something muskier, primal. She let him push in slowly, her tongue flattening against the underside as he filled her mouth inch by impossible inch. His groan vibrated through her jaw when her lips stretched taut around his girth, but she didn't gag�the forest's magic pulsed in her throat, muscles relaxing unnaturally as she took him deeper.
Her uncles' breathing hitched in unison when she hollowed her cheeks, the suction drawing another thick bead of precome from Rick's slit. His fingers spasmed against her scalp, but he didn't thrust�just held there, trembling, as she worked her tongue along the throbbing vein beneath his shaft. The campfire cast his shadow huge against the trees, his cock disappearing between her lips again and again in a rhythm that made her own hips jerk helplessly against nothing.
Pete muttered "Christ" like a prayer when Madison's fingers crept up to cradle Rick's balls, the skin there tight and fever-hot against her palm. She could feel her father watching, his erection bobbing near her with each ragged exhale, but Rick was the one who choked out her name when her teeth grazed him just shy of pain. The forest sighed through the branches overhead, the sound suspiciously like laughter.
Her lips loosened with a wet pop when Rick pulled back�too soon, not enough�and Pete's calloused hands replaced his brother's at her temples. Madison barely had time to lick the salt from her upper lip before Pete's cockhead nudged past, thicker at the base, the ridge catching her lower lip as she opened wider. The scent of him was different�more tobacco, less sweat�but the flavor was the same thick musk that coated her throat as she swallowed him down to the root. She could feel the others shifting, their hips jerking restlessly, but Pete's choked curse told her who this moment belonged to.
Her tongue found the sensitive spot beneath his crown, pressing hard enough to make his thighs shake, but she pulled back before his fingers could fist too tight in her hair. Precome glistened on his tip when she released him with a slow, deliberate drag of her lips, her breath coming faster now from effort.
She leaned toward Pete again. The wet sounds between them were obscene, but it was the quiet, desperate whine Pete couldn't suppress when she sucked just the swollen head between her lips that made her father's grip turn punishing. She fluttered her tongue there, teasing, until Pete's hips stuttered forward involuntarily�but she pulled off before he could chase release, leaving him shuddering with the denial. The air smelled like sex and pine resin, sticky-sweet and suffocating.
Mark stepped in before Pete could recover, his cock already dripping onto her collarbone where Pete's had left her skin glazed. His fingers tangled in her hair�not guiding, just holding as she took him in with a slow, practiced ease that made his knees buckle. She hummed around him, the vibration drawing a broken sound from his chest, but when his hips jerked she let him slip free, watching his precome string between her lips and his flushed tip. The forest held its breath.
Her father's exhale was ragged behind her. She could feel the heat of him, the way his cock twitched against the small of her back as he watched his brothers unravel. Mark's fingers flexed in her hair, but she turned her head before he could push back in�just enough to catch her dad's gaze over her shoulder, her tongue darting out to lick the salt from her upper lip. His his eyes gave a look that said not yet.
The denial made her clench around nothing, thighs slick where they pressed together. She took Mark back into her mouth with deliberate slowness, hollowing her cheeks until his breath came in punched-out gasps�then released him again, leaving him swollen and throbbing in the firelight. Her uncles' groans blended into the night, but it was her father's silence that thrummed loudest against her spine. She wanted him to break first. The forest, it seemed, agreed.
Uncle Jack's turn came with rough hands cradling her jaw�too tight, too eager�but she didn't let him rush her. His cock tasted of leather and the faint tang of motor oil, the thick vein along the underside twitching against her tongue as she swirled it lazily. He cursed when she sucked just the head between her lips, his hips bucking forward, but she pulled back with a wet pop before he could bottom out. His shuddering exhale fogged the air between them.
She let Jack push in again, slower this time, her tongue pressing flat against him until his thighs trembled. His balls tightened against her chin�close, so close�but she released him with a cruel twist of her lips, leaving him gasping. Precome glistened on his shaft in the firelight, strands of it connecting to her lower lip when she leaned back. The forest pulsed around them, alive with withheld release.
Then Madison turned to her father. "Good girl, " he rasped, his voice rough as splintered wood. She looked up at him, deliberately batting her lashes�innocent, wide, the way she used to when asking for ice cream at nine years old. Somewhere in the humid dark, a branch cracked like a snapped wishbone. His breath hitched when he noticed�really noticed�her blonde hair was suddenly pinned up in a ponytail, the elastic pulling the strands tight just like childhood summers when she'd raced barefoot through sprinklers. The girlishness of it punched through his ribs, her neck exposed and vulnerable.
The forest sighed when his fingers tangled in that ponytail, his grip possessive where it anchored her. "Am I, Daddy?" she whispered, licking the salt from his slit before taking him in her mouth�not deep, just enough to make his hips jerk. The contrast burned hotter than the campfire: her sweet, upturned face and the filthy suction of her lips around his cock. His knees nearly gave when she hollowed her cheeks, the drag of her tongue so practiced it bordered on sinful.
Jack groaned behind her�something about goddamn unfair�but her father's drowned it out. His fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper until her nose pressed against his groin. The forest didn't just watch now; it leaned in, leaves trembling with each wet choke she made around his girth. His thumb brushed the shell of her ear�gentle, almost apologetic even as he fucked her throat raw.
She breathed through her nose, tasting sweat and leather and the musk of him swellin against her tongue. His balls tightened violently against her chin but when his hips stuttered forward, she pulled off with a filthy slurp. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, veins straining purple in the firelight. He snarled�actually snarled�digging his fingers into her scalp hard enough to bruise. "Fucking *tease*, " he panted, but she just blinked up at him, lips slick and swollen.
Then she took him again�slow, torturous�letting saliva drip obscenely down his shaft before swirling her tongue beneath the flared head. His thighs shook when she sucked lightly there, her fingers teasing the base of his cock�just enough pressure to make him close but, never enough to tip him over. The fire spat embers when he growled her name, but she released him again, leaving him twitching against her cheek.
Hands lifted her suddenly�four pairs, rough and urgent�hauling her to her feet before she could protest. The forest hummed its approval as they stripped her tank top off in one fluid motion, the humid air rushing against her bare skin. Her nipples hardened instantly, the firelight painting them gold as Uncle Pete's calloused thumb dragged roughly over one peak, drawing a gasp from her lips. Denim shorts peeled down her thighs next, fingers hooking into the waistband but deliberately avoiding the pink cotton clinging to her slick folds�a teasing mockery of modesty.
Her father's fingers slid beneath the front of her panties first, the brush of his knuckles against her curls sending a shiver up her spine. Uncle Rick mirrored him on the other side, their fingertips meeting at the soaked center seam like conspirators. They didn't push in immediately�just traced maddening circles through the damp fabric until her hips jerked forward on their own. The moment her thighs parted, Rick's middle finger plunged deep, crooking upward to press against that sweet spot inside while her father's thumb ground slow circles against her clit. Her moan echoed off the trees, swallowed a second later by Uncle Mark's mouth closing over her left nipple, his teeth scraping just hard enough to make her back arch.
Behind her, Uncle Mark's palm slid down the curve of her ass, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties with deliberate slowness. The first brush of his fingertip against her puckered hole drew a sharp inhale from her�but he didn't pause, spitting onto his fingers before pressing one thick digit against the tight furl. The stretch burned deliciously as he worked it in, matching the rhythm of Rick and her father's fingers fucking her from the front. Uncle Jack's mouth latched onto her right breast sucking hard while Uncle Pete twisted and pinched her other nipple cruelly. The dual sensations�pain and pleasure, fullness and friction made her thighs quake.
She came abruptly, violently, her cunt clenching around the invading fingers as stars burst behind her eyelids. The men didn't stop�if anything, their movements grew more relentless, her father adding a second finger alongside Rick's while Mark crooked his deeper. Jack bit down on her nipple just as Pete pulled the other between his nails, the sharp sting yanking another orgasm from her before the first had fully faded. The forest sighed around them, leaves trembling as her knees finally gave out�only for strong arms to catch her, lowering her onto the moss with her legs splayed wide.
Her father's fingers hooked into her panties, peeling the soaked fabric down her thighs with agonizing slowness. The lace caught on one ankle�he paused there, deliberately, letting her feel the damp night air ghosting over her exposed folds before wrenching them free with a single sharp tug. "Won't be needing these, " he rasped, hanging then on a tree branch like a trophy. The others made quick work of her shoes and socks, Uncle Pete's fingers tracing up her bare foot before placing the footwear under the same tree her panties hang off.
Madison lay spread-eagled on the moss, pulse thrumming where her thighs trembled open, the firelight glinting off the slickness between them. Her uncles knelt around her�Jack's breath hot on her inner knee, Mark's thumb circling her ankle bone�while her father crouched between her legs, his palm hovering just above her cunt without touching. "Rules, " he said, so low it vibrated through her ribs. "No one takes her there yet." His index finger dragged through the air an inch above her clit, close enough to make her hips jerk upward fruitlessly. "Not until she's begging for it."
Uncle Pete chuckled darkly "last rule no one uses her the same way as the ones before." Madison shuddered as realization crept up her spine�this wasn't just fucking. It was using her in every was possible just for there pleasure.
Uncle Jack moved first, hauling her up with hands that left fingerprints blooming on her hips, carrying her backward through the circle until rough bark bit into her shoulder blades. He cupped her ass checks as he whispered "gonna ruin that sweet ass, " his cock already weeping against the crease of her thigh. The first breach was agony dressed as patience�inch after inch of him stretching her impossibly tight, every ridge and vein mapped in excruciating detail as her body fought then yielded. Heat licked up her spine where his stomach pressed against her back, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her ear as he bottomed out with a groan that shook them both.
The rhythm was glacial�not just slow, but deliberate in its cruelty, each withdrawal leaving her clenching around nothing before he filled her again with aching precision. She could feel his heartbeat through his cock, the way his balls tightened against her with every shallow thrust, but he refused to chase his own release. Instead, he angled her hips higher, altering the drag just enough to make her gasp when the head of his cock brushed that secret place inside that lit her nerves afire. "There we go, " he murmured, as he found the spot again, harder, wrenching a sob from her throat.
Behind them, the fire cast their shadow against the trees�his massive frame swallowing hers whole, her legs trembling where they wrapped around his waist. Something wet dripped down the inside of her thigh, but it wasn't blood�just the obscene proof of her body juices slicking her folds despite the violation happening elsewhere. She craned her neck to see her father watching. The forest pulsed in time with their breathing, leaves shivering when Jack finally sped up, his grip on her hips turning brutal as he chased his end.
Madison gasped�not from pain, but from the sudden shock of pleasure�and her fingers clawed at the bark behind her desperately. "Harder, " she begged, her voice cracking on the word, and Jack snarled something unintelligible before complying, slamming into her with enough force to make her toes curl. The friction burned deliciously, sparks dancing behind her eyelids as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning splitting a tree. Jack groaned�long and broken�before wrenching himself out at the last moment, his release splattering thick and hot into ta jug Uncle Rick had thrust between her thighs.
Uncle Rick passed the jug to Jack to hold�its rim still wet with Jack's seed�before lowering her onto her back on the ground, her body slick with sweat and trembling from aftershocks. Above her head, Uncle Pete's thick cock bobbed invitingly, and Madison wrapped her hands around him instinctively, her fingers barely meeting around his girth. At the same time, Uncle Rick knelt behind her, guiding her bare feet up to encircle his own erection�the position impossibly lewd, her toes curling instinctively against his heated skin.
Rick groaned as her arches pressed against his shaft, the rough pads of her feet providing unexpected friction as he rocked into the cradle of her soles. Pete gasped above her when she squeezed experimentally, her thumbs circling the swollen head of his cock beneath her palms. Twin grunts filled the night air�one muffled by the canopy above, the other vibrating through the soles of her feet and up her thighs�as both men began using her in tandem, fucking into the tight grip of her extremities with growing urgency.
Madison's arms and legs burned with the effort�her fingers cramping around Pete's girth, her calves straining to maintain pressure around Rick's thrusts�but the sensations were strangely electrifying. The scent of sweat and musk clung to her palms and the arches of her feet, mingling with the forest's pine as the men rutted against her like animals against a tree. Pete's cockhead wept against her wrist, the slickness easing the glide of her hands, while Rick's balls slapped wetly against her heel with each deep push.
She twisted her thumbs just under Pete's crown, pressing into the slit where his precome bubbled thickest, and he bucked violently�his hips stuttering mid-thrust as a strangled curse tore from his throat. Behind her, Rick matched the rhythm, grinding his shaft between the soles of her feet with a growl that vibrated up her legs. The friction was raw, relentless, her skin growing hotter with every pass until it felt like she was holding live wires instead of flesh.
Her father watched from the shadows, eyes fixed on the way Madison's toes curled reflexively around Rick's base each time he bottomed out. The jug still in jack's hands waiting for the next loads.
Then both sped up�Pete's thrusts turning erratic against her palms while Rick's hips snapped forward with enough force to lift her knees off the moss. The wet slap of skin on skin drowned out the fire's crackle, their groans syncing into a primal harmony that set the tree roots humming beneath her. Madison gasped as Rick's balls slapped against her arches, the heat of them branding her soles even as Pete's cockhead swelled between her fingers, pulsing like a second heartbeat.
The air thickened with the musk of male sweat and impending release, the scent clinging to Madison's skin where their precome smeared across her wrists and calves. Pete's rhythm stuttered first�three sharp, shallow bucks against her palms before his cock jerked violently, ropes of cum splattering into the jug that Jack somehow know to place there at the right time. Infront Rick manage to hold out for a minute longer. Rick growled through clenched teeth as he ground his length between her feet one last time, his release spurting thick and the jug there waiting to be filled with his load.
Uncle Mark went next, saddleing her cock between her tits with a grunt, his calloused thumbs smearing precome across her collarbone before he wedged himself into the sweaty valley of her breasts. The humid air turned thick with the sound of skin on skin as he rutted upward, her nipples rubbing raw against the underside of his shaft with every desperate thrust. Madison arched instinctively, squeezing her tits tighter around him�not just to please, but because the friction sent sparks skittering down her spine, her own neglected clit throbbing in cruel counterpoint to each of his ragged exhales.
She whimpered when he angled downward, the swollen crown catching her lower lip�not entering, just smearing salt and musk there while his balls slapped wetly against her sternum. "Beg, " he growled, hips stuttering as he fucked the plush swell of her cleavage harder, his tip glistening where it peeked over the crest of her tit with each forward snap. The word barely registered before her mouth opened obediently: "*More*�please, Mark, I need�" Her plea dissolved into a gasp as he pistoned faster, the ridge of his cockhead catching her left nipple on an upstroke, the sharp burst of pleasure-pain wringing another broken "Fuck, *yes*" from her throat.
The jug pulsed in Jack's grip beside them�half-full now with thick, pearlescent strands�but Mark wasn't even looking at it. His gaze locked onto the obscene way her tits swallowed him whole, the pink peaks pebbled tight where they dragged against his shaft. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her collarbone, mingling with the precome streaking her sternum as he fucked her like she was just another a prize to claim. Madison arched higher, squeezing her breasts together until the pressure made his rhythm falter�his balls drawing up tight against her skin, the muscles in his thighs jumping under her calves where they hooked over his hips.
She tilted her chin down, catching a glimpse of his cockhead emerging slick and flushed from between her flesh, and something in her gut twisted hotly. "Harder, " she gasped, dizzy with the scent of him�motor oil and salt and something feral underneath. The plea tore out of her raw, half-sobbed, and Mark snarled before obeying, slamming upward with enough force to make her teeth click together. Her nipples burned where they caught on his ridges, the pain-sharp pleasure arcing straight to her clit in white-hot bursts. Mark grabs the jug off Jack finally ready came his release splattering thick yet managing to catch all of it.
The moment he slumped away, her father was there�hauling her upright by her ponytail until her knees hit dirt, his cock already pressing hot against her parted lips. She didn't wait for permission this time, licking a broad stripe up his underside before swallowing him down to the root in one smooth motion. The stretch burned beautifully, her throat fluttering around him as he groaned�not her father's voice anymore, something darker, hungrier.
"Tell me, " he growled, fingers tightening in her hair just shy of pain. His hips jerked involuntarily, but he caught himself, pulling back until only the swollen crown rested on her tongue. She let it sit there, breathing through her nose, tasting salt and iron and power. "Want you to fuck me raw, " she whispered, the words dripping like honey from her swollen lips. "Want you to ruin me so bad I can't walk to night."
Her father's eyes darkened�not with disapproval, but with something far more dangerous. His grip on her ponytail twisted, forcing her head back at an angle that exposed the vulnerable line of her throat as he pushed in slowly. The stretch burned deliciously, her lips straining around his girth as he bottomed out with a groan that shook the trees. She didn't gag�couldn't, not with the forest's magic thrumming through he.
He pulls out slowly�too slowly�his cock glistening with her saliva in the firelight. His fingers tightened in her hair as he dragged her face toward him again. "Where?" he growled, breath ragged. "Where do you want us, Madison?"
She didn't hesitate. "Inside." The word dripped from her lips, thick as the musk in the air. "Everywhere.". Her father's cock twitched against her cheek, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Wrong answer. He didn't cum�just exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound more animal than man. His thumb traced the arch of her eyebrow with eerie tenderness before yanking her head back by the ponytail, exposing her throat to the firelight. "Specifics, princess."
Madison's breath hitched when he pushed back in�not her mouth this time, but the tight clutch of her throat, holding himself there until black spots danced behind her eyelids. The stretch burned gloriously, her trachea fluttering around him in involuntary pulses that drew a guttural groan from his chest. When he pulled out, it wasn't to release�just to let her gasp one ragged breath before plunging back in, deeper this time, his balls pressing against her chin as he hold there.
"You still haven't said *where*, " he murmured, fingertips tracing the bulge he made in her neck. The words vibrated through her skull where his thighs bracketed her ears. She tried to answer, but all that escaped was a wet choke around his cock�one that made his hips jerk forward instinctively, driving him deeper. He withdrew just enough to let her answer. "My pussy, " she rasped, the words. "I want you all to fuck my tight little pussy with your big cocks."
Her father's pupils swallowed the last blue rings of his irises. His fingers slid from her hair to cup her chin�almost tender�before he leaned down to lick the sweat from her upper lip. "Good girl, " he growled against her mouth, and then his hips pistoned forward in three brutal strokes that left her throat fluttering obscenely around him. She didn't gag as her lips stretched taut around his girth. Her fingers scrambled against his thighs, nails biting crescent moons into his skin as he fucked her mouth with slow, deep thrusts that made her nose bump against his pelvis each time he bottomed out.
The gag reflex never came�just a molten heat pooling between her legs as her father's rhythm grew erratic, his breath hitching with each plunge deeper. Saliva dripped down his shaft to pool in the hollow of her collarbone, the wet sounds drowning out the fire's crackle. When his balls tightened against her chin, she hollowed her cheeks deliberately, the suction pulling a ragged "Fuck" from his chest before his release flooded her throat in thick, bitter pulses. She swallowed obediently, throat working around him as he groaned her name like a curse.
Jack passed her the jug�still warm from his brother's grip�and she took it without hesitation, tilting it to her lips. The first swallow hit like liquid fire, the musk of five men's seed coating her tongue in layers of salt and iron. She didn't gag. Just licked a stray drop from the rim, meeting her father's darkened gaze over the glass as her uncles watched, transfixed, their cocks twitching in the firelight.
Pete and Jack wandered off toward the van without explanation, their footsteps crunching pine needles in sync. Madison tracked their, Jack's shoulders rolling with each step, Pete's mouth moving planning the next move. The van's side door screeched open, the sound tearing through the humid night.
When Pete returned first with a black wool hat that he placed over her head down past eyes her to rest on the top of her nose. "No pecking, " he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip, "or you don't get what you want." The threat vibrated through her jaw where his fingers lingered.
Jack returned with a big picnic blanket, "Happy now?" he asked, though the question wasn't for Madison�it was for the forest itself, the trees giving a strong breeze as if to say very as he patted the center of the red fabric.
Madison's thighs parted instinctively, the humid air prickling against skin that felt�wrong. Too smooth. She felt down to find her pussy bare, pink folds glistening in the firelight without a single blonde curl left. The forest magic had stripped her there too, leaving her exposed like a girl who'd never been touched.
Her father's fingers traced her top lip with something between awe and possession. "Look at you, " he rasped, thumb circling lower over the bottom one slow just once. "Looking innocent." His chuckle darkened as he removed hi finger from her lower lip. "Or as close as you can be right now." "Remember that thing you did home three summers ago?" her father continued, voice dropping to a whisper that raised goosebumps down her arms.
Her dad moved form her and went to lay down in the center of the blanket on his back, erection bobbing against his stomach still impossibly thick, still untouched by her in the way that mattered most. The wool hat Pete finally tugged it off her eyes, the sudden firelight stinging her retinas until everything resolved into sharp focus: her father's cock weeping precome onto his own abdomen, the empty jug of seed sat on the ground by Jack's.
Madison went to start crawling along the forest floor toward him, moss squelching under her palms�only for her dad to raise one hand sharply. "Stop, " he rasped, the command froze her mid-crawl, knees sinking into damp earth as her wet cunt pulsed. His fingers twitched toward his own erection, but didn't touch�just let her stare at the vein throbbing visibly along the shaft. "This it�your last stop. After you please your uncles proper."
Mark didn't wait for permission�just hauled her up by one arm and flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, his cock already pressing against her slick folds before her shoulders hit the floor. The contact burned�not from pain, but from the sheer impossibility of his girth stretching her wider than she thought possible. Madison gasped as he pushed in without preamble, her body yielding unnaturally around him, the forest's magic thrumming through her like a second heartbeat beneath her skin.
Her uncles circled them watching, waiting, their cocks bobbing obscenely in the firelight as Mark set a brutal pace. T each thrust grinding his pelvis against her clit in a way that made her vision blur. She clawed at his forearms, nails biting crescents into his skin as he fucked her with single-minded focus, his breath coming in hot bursts against her neck. "This cunt's mine first, " he growled, hips snapping forward to punctuate each word, the slap of skin echoing off the trees.
Madison's thighs trembled where they hooked around his waist, the muscles there quivering with each relentless thrust. Mark's hands slid under her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her slightly�just enough to change the angle, to make her scream when the swollen head of his cock dragged over that spot inside her that lit up like live wires. The forest pulsed around them, leaves shivering in time with her moans, as her uncles waited restlessly, their patience waiting to be rewarded..
She arched against him, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked back�"Fuck me harder, Uncle Mark, " she gasped, the words ragged and wet against his shoulder, "I want to feel your need to cum." Her hips bucked upward to meet his next thrust, the slap of skin echoing obscenely off the trees, her body taking him deeper than should have been possible, the tight clutch of her cunt milking him with every pulse.
Mark groaned, his rhythm faltering for just a second�long enough for her to feel the way his cock twitched inside her, the way his balls tightened against her ass. But he didn't stop, didn't slow�just gritted his teeth and fucked her through it, his hips snapping forward with a brutality that made her toes curl against his back. "You're gonna take every fucking inch, " he growled, his breath hot against her ear, "and you're gonna beg for more."
Madison whimpered, the sound breaking into a gasp as he half pulled out abruptly, leaving her clenching, her cunt throbbing with anticipation. The firelight painted his cock in gold, glistening with her slickness, the thick veins standing out obscenely as he stroked himself once, twice�before slamming back into her with enough force to steal her breath. Her scream shattered the night, her body arching off the floor as he claimed her again, the forest humming its approval.
Mark's laugh was low and dark, his fingers biting into her hips as he adjusted his stance�the subtle shift sending him deeper than before, pressing against something that lit up her nerves like live wires. "You like that, don't you?" he rasped, his breath hot against her throat as his free hand tangled in her ponytail, yanking her head back. "Tell me *exactly* how much you love taking my cock."
Her thighs trembled against his hips, the muscles there twitching with each brutal thrust, her nails digging half-moons into his forearms. "Fuck�god, yes, " she moaned, her voice cracking as he angled her hips higher, the new position stretching her impossibly tighter, her walls fluttering around him. "I love�*love*�your fat cock wrecking my tight little pussy." The words spilled out filthy and raw, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she gasped them between ragged breaths.
Mark groaned, his rhythm faltering for just a second�long enough for her to feel the way his cock pulsed inside her, to the point of pain. "Gonna ruin you, " he growled, the promise thick as he snapped his hips forward once more, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out. Madison's her body clamping down on him as pleasure crashed over her in waves�her scream swallowed by the forest's answering roar.
His movements turned jagged, hips stuttering against hers as he chased his own release�each thrust deeper than the last, stretching her impossibly wider until she swore she could feel him in her throat. The heat between them built to an unbearable peak, her body trembling with the effort to hold on, her slick walls fluttering around him like a vise. Mark snarled her name through clenched teeth, his cock swelling inside her as his orgasm ripped through him�hot, thick pulses of cum flooding her tight channel as she gasped beneath him.
She followed moments later, her body convulsing around him as pleasure tore through her in white-hot waves, her cunt milking him greedily. "yes, just like that, " she moaned, her voice husky with satisfaction as she felt him twitch inside her, still buried to the hilt. "Your cock feels so good inside me, Uncle Mark�so deep." Her words dripped with honeyed filth, her fingers digging into his sweat-slicked shoulders as she arched against him, savoring the fullness.
Jack didn’t wait�the moment Mark pulled out, he seized her hips and flipped her onto hands and knees, the abrupt movement sending a fresh throb of arousal through her. She barely had time to catch her breath before his cockhead nudged against her slick entrance, the blunt pressure making her shudder. "Fuck, " she gasped, pushing back against him impatiently, "just shove it in already."
He obliged, sheathing himself in one brutal thrust that stole the breath from her lungs. The stretch burned�gloriously�her walls fluttering around his girth as he bottomed out with a groan. "Damn, " Jack growled, his hands gripping her hips hard, "your pussy’s tight as a vise."
Madison grinned over her shoulder, her lips swollen from earlier, her words a filthy purr. "Only for you, Uncle Jack, " she lied, her voice dripping with wicked delight as she rolled her hips back onto him. "Bet you can’t make me cum again." The challenge was barely out of her mouth before his hips snapped forward, forcing a broken moan from her throat�her body already singing under his touch.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wider as he angled deeper, the slap of skin echoing sharp in the humid air. "Liar, " Jack growled, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "You come when *I* say." His cock twitched inside her, thick and insistent, pressing against that sweet spot until her thighs trembled. The forest sighed around them, leaves shivering in approval as her slick walls clenched around him.
Madison's fingernails bit into the blanket beneath her, the fabric bunching in her fists as Jack set a relentless pace�each thrust grinding her clit against the rough weave beneath her. "yes harder, " she gasped, her voice raw, her spine arching obscenely as his balls slapped against her with every snap of his hips. His chuckle was dark, satisfied, as he obeyed, his grip tightening to keep her exactly where he wanted her.
She could feel the others watching�could practically taste their arousal thickening the air�but Jack's cock was the only one stretching her wide right now, his thick length dragging against her inner walls with delicious friction. "You gonna beg for more?" he taunted, his breath hot against her shoulder as he slowed just enough to make her whimper. She didn't answer just clenched around him hard, milking him until his rhythm faltered, his groan vibrating through her back.
Jack pulled her flush against his chest suddenly, his hands hovering just shy of her tits�close enough for her nipples to stiffen in anticipation, aching for his touch. "Tell me, " he rasped, his lips brushing her earlobe as he kept her pinned there, his cock throbbing inside her but not moving. "Tell me who owns this tight little cunt right now." His fingers traced the underside of her breasts, teasing, maddening, before finally palming them roughly�his thumbs circling her nipples in slow, cruel circles that made her hips jerk involuntarily.
She arched into his grip, her voice dropping to a breathy moan. "Yours, " she panted, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his, "yours now give it to me good and hard Uncle Jack." The words dripped with raw desperation, her body already clenching around him in anticipation. He growled low in his throat something primal and possessive�before snapping his hips forward hard enough to make her cry out, his hands finally closing over her tits in a bruising grip, pinching her nipples as he fucked up into her with relentless precision.
The others' muttered curses faded into the background as Jack's pace turned brutal�their combined sweat slicking the places where their bodies met, her skin burning wherever his calloused hands roamed. She could feel the exact moment he started to lose control his thrusts turning erratic, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to feel a bit of pain but he didn't slow, didn't stop, just fucked her through it with a guttural snarl that sent shivers down her spine. She came with a scream, her body clamping down on him like a vise.
Jack groaned through clenched teeth�his cock pulsing inside her, his balls drawing up tight�but no release came. The forest rustled its disapproval as he shuddered above her, his hips stuttering to a halt. "Fuck, " he ground out, his voice raw with frustration, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fucking�*why*?" His breath came in ragged bursts against her neck, his cock twitching inside her as if begging for release that wouldn't come.
Madison twisted her head just enough to catch his gaze�her lips curving into a wicked smile as she rolled her hips back against him, milking him shamelessly. "Because I said so, " she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "You don't get to cum until I *let* you." His answering growl vibrated through her bones, his cock swelling impossibly thicker inside her as he fought the urge to thrust.
The forest held its breath as Jack's control snapped�his hands gripping her hips hard as he fucked into her with renewed fury, each thrust deeper than the last, his hands sinking into the curve of her tits as he chased the release she kept just out of reach. "You little *bitch*, he rasped against her skin, but there was no heat in it�just raw, desperate need as his rhythm turned jagged, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. The air smelled like sex and pine and something darker something primal.
Madison arched back against him, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he angled deeper, his cockhead pressing against that spot inside her that made her vision blur�but she didn't let him tip over the edge. Not yet. She wanted him wild, untethered, his sweat dripping onto her bare back as he fought for control he no longer had. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to bruise, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her neck�but she just rolled her hips back, taking him deeper, her slick walls fluttering around him like a promise.
"Cum for me, Uncle Jack, " she whispered, her voice dripping with wicked delight as she clenched around him�tight, *tight*, the forest's magic thrumming through her veins as she milked him ruthlessly. His groan was half-snarl, his hips stuttering forward as his cock pulsed inside her�once, twice�before he spilled deep with a sound that was almost a sob, his release flooding her in hot, thick pulses that left her trembling beneath him.
Jack slumped over her, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades as he gasped for breath�but Madison didn't let him rest, her fingers tracing idle circles on his thigh as she glanced over her shoulder at the others, her lips curling into a smile. "Who's next?" she purred, the firelight painting her in gold�her ponytail mussed, her skin gleaming, her body still humming with pleasure as she waited for the next man to claim her. The forest sighed its approval.
Rick stepped forward without hesitation, his calloused hands gripping her hips as he hauled her upright�her knees scraping against the moss as he dragged her toward the nearest tree, her palms hitting the bark before she could protest. The rough texture scratched at her fingertips, her breath coming in short pants as she braced herself�but Rick didn't push in yet, just pressed the thick head of his cock against her soaked folds, teasing, maddening, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Tell me you want it, " he growled, his breath hot against her ear, his cock twitching against her�so close, so *close*�but not giving her what she craved.
Madison arched her back, pressing her ass against him�her slick folds parting just enough for him to feel the heat of her, the tight clutch of her body promising sinful things. "Fuck me, Uncle Rick, " she whispered, her voice husky with need, her fingers curling into the bark. "I want your fat cock stretching me wide�want you to ruin me like you *mean* it." The words dripped from her lips like honey, decadent and filthy, her hips rolling back just enough to tease�but Rick didn't need more encouragement.
He sheathed himself in one brutal thrust�her gasp drowned out by his groan as her cunt clamped down around him, impossibly tight even after being used. The bark bit into her palms as he set a punishing pace, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks, his cock dragging against her inner walls with delicious friction. "Fuck, " he panted, his hips snapping forward with each word, "you take me so *good*�like this cunt was made for me." Madison whimpered, her thighs trembling as he hit that spot inside her again and again, her nails scraping against the tree�her body singing under his touch, her moans spilling into the night. She arched her back, pressing her ass flush against him�her slick folds pulsing around his cock as she milked him greedily. "Harder, " she gasped, her voice raw with need, her fingers curling into the bark�her knuckles whitening as he obliged, his balls slapping against her with every snap of his hips. The forest pulsed around them, leaves trembling with each wet slap of skin, the air thick with the musk of sex and pine resin. Rick groaned, his rhythm faltering for just a second�long enough for her to feel his cock twitch inside her, thick and insistent, pressing against that sweet spot until her vision blurred.
Her tits swung wild with each thrust, the firelight painting them gold, her nipples stiffening under the humid air�her skin gleaming with sweat as Rick's grip tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. The contrast burned hotter than the campfire: her sweet, upturned face and the filthy words dripping from her lips as she begged him to ruin her. "Fuck�oh god, *yes*, " she moaned, her voice cracking as he angled deeper, his cockhead nudging against something inside her that lit up her nerves like live wires. His chuckle was dark, satisfied, as he obeyed�his hips snapping forward with enough force to steal her breath, her tits bouncing obscenely with each savage thrust. The forest sighed its approval, branches swaying as if leaning in to watch�the firelight casting their shadows against the trees, tangled and wicked.
Rick growled low in his throat�something primal, possessive�his fingers closing over one bouncing breast, squeezing just shy of pain as he fucked into her harder, faster, his rhythm turning jagged with need. "Tell me who owns this tight little cunt, " he rasped, his breath hot against her ear, his thumb circling her nipple in slow, cruel circles that made her hips jerk involuntarily. Madison arched back against him, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he angled deeper�her slick walls fluttering around him like a promise, her body singing under his touch. "Yours, " she panted, her voice raw with desperation, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his�"it yours for now, Uncle Rick�*fuck* me like you mean it." The words spilled out filthy and sweet, her fingers curling into the bark as he obliged�his cock swelling inside her, thick and insistent, pressing against that spot again and again.
The rough bark scratched against her palms now, her tits flattened against the tree�each thrust jolting her forward just enough to feel the drag of bark against her stiff nipples, the sting only amplifying the pleasure coiling low in her belly. Rick’s hands slid down her waist, fingers digging into her hips hard as he pulled her back onto him with each snap of his hips, his balls slapping against her ass with every brutal stroke. "That’s it, " he groaned, his voice thick with lust, his cock twitching inside her�"take it, *take it*, you filthy little cocksleeve." Madison whimpered, her body clamping down on him instinctively�her cunt pulsing around him like a vise, her inner walls fluttering greedily as he fucked her through it, his rhythm turning erratic, desperate. The forest pulsed around them, leaves trembling with each wet slap of skin, the air thick with the musk of sex and sweat and something darker, something primal.
Rick’s thumb found her clit suddenly�rough, calloused strokes that matched his thrusts�and she gasped, her vision whiting out for a split second as pleasure crashed over her in dizzying waves. "Oh *fuck*, " she moaned, her voice cracking, her thighs trembling violently�her body convulsing around him as her orgasm tore through her, raw and relentless. Rick snarled her name through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering forward�his cock throbbing inside her, thick and insistent�before he came harder than he ever had in his life, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing spurts that left her gasping against the tree. The forest sighed its approval, branches swaying�the firelight casting their tangled shadows against the bark, twisted and wicked.
Madison turned her head just enough to catch Rick’s gaze�her lips curving into a wicked smile as she rolled her hips back against him, milking him shamelessly even as he softened inside her. "Told you, " she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed malice, her fingers tracing idle circles on the bark�"only *you* get to make me cum like that." The lie tasted sweet on her tongue, her slick walls still fluttering around him as she savored the fullness, the heat of his spend trickling down her thighs. Rick groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips�his cock twitching weakly inside her as if protesting the loss�but she just arched her back, pressing her ass flush against him, her skin gleaming in the firelight. The forest pulsed around them, alive with withheld secrets.
Pete didn’t wait�the moment Rick stepped back, he seized Madison’s wrist, hauling her toward the van with a growl that sent shivers down her spine. The metal doors were cool against her bare back when he shoved her against them, his calloused palm pressing flat against her stomach to keep her pinned there. "You talk too much, " he muttered, his breath hot against her neck�but his hips were already nudging forward, the thick head of his cock dragging through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. Madison gasped, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his�her body singing under his touch, her fingers scrabbling against the van’s paint as he teased her, maddening, his cock twitching against her clit but not pushing in.
Then Pete thrust�hard enough to make her breath hitch, her spine arching off the metal as he sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. "Fuck, " she moaned, her voice cracking�her nails scraping against the van as he bottomed out, his cock stretching her wide, impossibly thick after the others. Pete’s chuckle was dark, satisfied, as he pinned her there�his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise, his hips snapping forward with each word. "That’s it, " he growled, his breath hot against her ear�"take it, *take it*, you greedy little slut." Madison whimpered, her body clamping down on him instinctively�her cunt pulsing around him like a vise, her inner walls fluttering greedily as he fucked her through it, his rhythm turning jagged, desperate.
She started talking then�filthy, sweet nonsense that dripped from her lips like honey, decadent and wicked. "Your cock feels so *good*, " she gasped, her voice raw�her thighs trembling where they bracketed his, her fingers curling into his forearms. "Fuck me harder, Uncle Pete�*ruin* me." The words spilled out between moans, her hips rolling back to meet each thrust�her slick walls clenching around him as if trying to milk him dry. Pete snarled, his fingers digging into her hips�his rhythm faltering for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, fucking into her with enough force to make the van’s hinges groan. The forest sighed its approval, the firelight casting their tangled shadows against the trees, twisted and wicked.
Madison arched back against him, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he angled deeper�his cockhead pressing against that spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Yes�*there*, " she moaned, her voice cracking�her thighs trembling violently as pleasure coiled low in her belly, raw and relentless. Pete’s grip tightened on her waist, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her neck�but she didn’t let him tip over the edge, just clenched around him tight, *tight*, the forest’s magic thrumming through her veins as she milked him ruthlessly. "Cum for me, " she whispered, her voice dripping with wicked delight�her body humming with pleasure as she waited, savoring the way his cock swelled inside her, thick and insistent, pressing against that sweet spot again and again.
Pete stopped�put her down suddenly�his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise as he pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening in the firelight. Madison whimpered at the loss her thighs slick where they pressed together�but Pete just smirked, his fingers digging into her hips as he hauled her toward the van’s open back doors. The metal floor was cold against her bare skin when he shoved her onto it, her spine arching instinctively as he dragged her forward by the ankles�her tits bouncing with the sudden movement, her nipples stiffening under the humid air.
"Still think tagging along was a bad idea?" she gasped�her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick metal, her thighs already parting for him before he could demand it. Pete laughed�rough, raw�as he climbed in after her, his cock bobbing thick and flushed between them. "I'm *fucking* glad we let you, " he growled�his voice thick with lust�before he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust, his hips flush against her ass before she could brace.
The van rocked with each snap of his hips�the hinges groaning, the metal floor biting into her shoulder blades�but Madison arched into it, her fingers curling into fists as he fucked her deeper than before, his cockhead brushing that spot inside her that made her vision blur. "Say it again, " Pete rasped�his breath hot against her neck�his fingers digging into her waist hard. Madison moan her thighs trembling where they wrapped around his hips. "*Your* so glad you let me tag along, " she gasped�her voice raw�her nails scraping against the metal as he angled deeper, his cock pulsing inside her like a second heartbeat.
As Pete’s rhythm turned jagged, desperate. His teeth griped her shoulder�sharp, possessive�but Madison just clenched around him tighter, her slick walls fluttering like a promise as she whispered filthy encouragement against his sweat-slicked skin. The van’s frame creaked in protest, but neither of them noticed�too lost in the brutal, perfect rhythm of flesh against flesh, the wet slap of their bodies echoing louder than the fire’s crackle.
Pete lost it�his hips stuttering forward with a choked groan as his cock pulsed deep inside her, hot and thick. Just as his release began to ebb, Madison arched her back, her lips brushing his ear: “I’m ready for the main course, Uncle Pete.” The words dripped like honey laced with venom, and his body obeyed before his mind could protest�his cock swelling impossibly harder, another wave of release tearing from him with a snarl, heavier this time, flooding her in pulses that left her thighs trembling.
She milked him ruthlessly�her cunt clenching in slow, deliberate ripples�until his knees buckled, his forehead pressing between her shoulder blades as he gasped like a drowned man. The wind sighed around them, leaves trembling as if savoring the spectacle�Madison sprawled beneath him, Pete’s seed trickling down her thighs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the van’s cold metal. Only then did she let him slip free, her body still humming with the aftershocks, her skin gleaming in the firelight like something freshly forged.
Her father waited beyond the van’s open doors�his silhouette framed by the flickering flames, his cock jutting thick and impatient against his stomach. Pete lowered her to the moss-strewn ground with hands that shook slightly, the slap of his palm against her ass landing sharp enough to make her gasp�not pain, just punctuation. Her knees sank into the damp earth, the scent of crushed ferns rising as she crawled forward, her breasts swaying with each deliberate movement. The blanket beneath her father rustled as he shifted�his exhale ragged, his fingers twitching where they gripped his own thighs�but she took her time, her hips rolling with each drag forward.
The first thick rivulet escaped her halfway there, sliding down her inner thigh with obscene languor. Madison paused, thighs pressing together instinctively�not to stop it, just to feel the heat coil against her skin before surrendering to gravity. It splattered against a curling fern, the droplet quivering on the leaf’s edge before falling into the dirt. Behind her, Uncle Mark groaned�something about goddamn *wasted*�but her father just watched, transfixed, as she resumed crawling, her slick folds leaving glistening streaks on pine needles with every forward motion.
By the time she reached the blanket’s edge, her trail shimmered in the firelight�thick ropes of spend streaked across moss and bark, the forest floor claiming its tribute. Her knees sank into the wool fabric, damp with dew and something muskier, but she didn’t stop until her chin brushed her father’s thigh. The scent of him flooded her senses the sharp tang of precome beading at his tip. She nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply as if memorizing him, her lips grazing the throbbing vein along his shaft without taking him in.
His fingers tangled in her ponytail�tight enough to make her scalp sting�but his voice cracked when he spoke. "Tell me, " he rasped, "tell me what you want this filthy little cunt used for." Madison exhaled slowly, her breath ghosting over his cockhead before she answered. "Your cock, " she whispered, her tongue darting out to catch a pearl of his arousal, "pounding me until I scream�until your come’s dripping down my thighs and I’m *still* clenching around you, greedy for more." The words dripped from her lips like honey left in the sun�thick, golden, irresistible.
She let him guide her onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips as she sank down onto him with a gasp that wasn’t entirely feigned. The stretch burned deliciously�her cunt fluttering around his girth as if trying to milk him already�but she didn’t rush, rocking forward just enough to feel him. "Fuck, " he groaned, ] "you take me like you were made for it." Madison rolled her hips in answer, her inner walls rippling around him as she leaned close enough to whisper against his lips: "Maybe I was."
Madison's hips rolled faster now�an obscene, rhythmic piston that made the wet slap of skin echo off the trees�but her lips never stopped moving. "Feel how *tight* I am?" she gasped, her breath hitching between words as her father's cock stretched her to the brink. "Like I was made just for you, Daddy." The lie she loved how it dripped from her tongue, her inner walls fluttering around him in practiced pulses timed to each filthy syllable. His groan vibrated through her where their bodies joined, his fingers tightening in her hair hard enough to send sparks down her spine�but she didn't slow, just arched deeper onto him, her hands on his chest for balance and leverage.
"Fuck, you greedy thing, " he growled, bucking up into her with a snap of his hips that had her seeing stars. "Always needing more". Madison moaned obscenely, her thighs trembling as she rode him toward oblivion, the heat coiling low in her belly promising she'd drag him with her this time. "Mmhmm, " she managed, nails biting into his skin now, "needed *you* all day�" another lie just as a rough thrust stole her words, her whole body tightening around him in sudden ecstasy as she came with a shuddering cry.
He let out a frustrated groan against her shoulder, fingers tightening in her ponytail, yanking her head back with a sharpness that had her gasping. "Faster, " he commanded, voice rough, "harder�god, fuck, *move*." But she'd barely recovered before another orgasm crested, leaving her boneless and mewling, unable to obey even as he swore and slammed her down onto him again too slow, no matter how much he needed it. "Daddy, I *can't*, " she breathed, the words shuddering out of her, half-laugh-half-sob, the sensation overwhelming.
He pulled her ponytail again, harder this time, forcing her spine into a sharp arch, her breasts trembling with each shallow breath. "You said you wanted me to ruin you, " he reminded her, low and dangerous, his free hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "So take it." The challenge in his voice sent a thrill through her, obliterating the last of her resistance�because *fuck*, he was right.
Her fingers dug into his chest as she dragged herself up again, inch by slow inch, the slick stretch of him almost too much, until she hovered there, trembling, halfway off him. Then she dropped, sudden and ruthless, swallowing him whole with a broken moan�once, twice�until his grip on her turned punishing, his curses ragged. "That's it, " he growled, "just like that�*ruin* yourself for me." And she did.
The rhythm turned frantic, her body moving without thought now, chasing the dizzying edge of sensation where pleasure blurred into something sharper, darker. His ponytail grip kept her arched just right, forced her to take every brutal thrust as her thighs burned and her vision spotted. She could feel herself unraveling, the wet slap of skin obscene in the thick forest air, her own voice unrecognizable as she begged for more, for *him*.
He watched her with hooded eyes, sweat-slick and feral, mouth curled in satisfaction as she lost herself completely�no pretense left, no control, just the raw, shuddering need to obey. "Knew you could take it, " he muttered, thumb pressing cruel against her clit, wringing another cry from her.
She squeezed around him reflexively, her body clenching like it could fuse them together, every frantic rise and fall of her hips now a surrender. The rhythm stuttered�too fast, too uneven�her thighs trembling with exhaustion while the forest magic hummed beneath their skin, amplifying every hitch of breath, every twitch of overstimulated muscle.
His laugh was low and ragged when she faltered, fingers tightening in her hair to keep her moving. "Thought you were greedy, " he taunted, thrusting up hard to meet her next descent, forcing a punched-out whimper from her throat. "Or was that just another lie?"
Madison bared her teeth, hands on his chest as she dragged herself upright again, refusing to break�because *fuck him*, she wasn't done. She rocked down with deliberate slowness this time, savoring the stretch, the slick drag of him filling her, before slamming back onto him with enough force to knock the breath from both of them.
The moan that tore from her then was raw, broken at the edges, her vision whiting out as the pleasure crested into something sharper�pain or ecstasy, she couldn't tell anymore. "There, " she gasped, hips jerking erratically now, "now you�*fuck*�now you feel it too." His answering groan was all the confirmation she needed.
This time when he pulled her ponytail, the sharp yank snapped her head back so hard she saw stars, the sting only spurring her on. She knew what he wanted�harder, faster�so she lifted herself until only the swollen tip of him remained inside, her body trembling with the effort to hold there. Just before she dropped, his voice cut through the haze, rough with approval: "Good girl. Learned your lesson, didn't you?" The words curled hot down her spine. "Daddy owns this cunt as long as you're on my cock."
She took him deep again with a lord cry, the stretch bordering on unbearable now, her inner muscles fluttering helplessly around him. His grip in her hair kept her arched just right, forcing her to take every inch, every that jolted through her like lightning. The friction burned in the best way, her skin slick with sweat where their bodies met, the air thick with the scent of sex.
As she fucked herself on him with ragged, uneven strokes. "That's it, " he says, "you like being daddy fuck toy?"
Madison's thighs burned with exhaustion, every movement now a shaky afterthought�except when he tightened his fingers in her hair again, twisting just shy of painful, and suddenly all she could feel was the slick drag of him inside her, the way her body tightened convulsively around him with every ragged thrust. "Yes, " she gasped, the word punched out of her, her nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks�because no, she wasn't just his toy, she was his now, and the realization sent another sharp thrill through her.
The rhythm stuttered as she clenched around him again, her orgasm cresting slow and inexorable this time�not the sharp peak from before, but something deeper, darker, her whole body shuddering with it as she ground down against him, chasing the sensation. His groan was raw against her collarbone, one hand sliding down to grip her ass, fingers tight as he held her there, forcing her to take every twitch of him inside her.
Then he pulled her ponytail again, a sharp, deliberate yank that arched her spine like a bowstring�but this time, she let the momentum drag her forward, her thighs lifting just enough to leave him, the sudden emptiness wrenching a broken sound from both of them. Her skin tingled with the loss, every nerve alight, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she hovered there, trembling, the swollen head of him still brushing against her, slick with her own wetness.
He growled, low and rough, fingers tightening in her hair to drag her back�but she was already slamming down, hard enough to make him grunt, her body swallowing him whole with a wet, filthy sound. The impact jolted through her, her clit rubbing against him just right, and she couldn’t stop the ragged moan that tore from her throat, her hips jerking erratically now, chasing the friction.
"God, baby girl, " he groaned, his other hand sliding up to grip her throat, thumb pressing against her pulse. "I wanted this for the last three years�since I saw you sneaking into your your room with your mother toy, fifteen with little pink toy between your thighs on your bed." His voice was dark with satisfaction as she shuddered above him, her breath hitching at the memory he had not stopped to watch but he also could not get the image out of his head.
Her thighs trembled violently now, her rhythm faltering as she rocked against him unevenly�her body so overwhelmed even simple friction threatened to undo her. She could feel him twitching inside her, thick and relentless, the stretch verging on too much, but still she ground down, desperate for more. "Fuck, Daddy, " she gasped, nails digging into his chest, her voice raw. "You *watched?."
He tightened his grip in her hair, yanking her head back sharply, forcing her to look at him�his mouth twisted into a grin. "No but i dreamed about is every night after that, " he admitted, low and rough, hips jerking up to meet her next desperate grind. "Thought about taking that toy place once you was of age, replacing it with my tongue, fingers, cock."
The confession unraveled something in her chest�right as she slammed down onto him again, breathless and brutal, the slick impact driving the air from her lungs. His hips stuttered beneath her, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as he came harder than he ever had, pulsing deep inside her in hot, possessive bursts that had her clenching around him instinctively, her own thighs shaking with the aftershocks.
She gasped at the sensation�full, impossibly full�her body still twitching with oversensitivity as she watched him unravel beneath her, his pupils blown wide, mouth parted around unspoken curses. The sight of him�wrecked, undone�sent a sharp thrill through her, her exhausted muscles tightening reflexively around him again, wringing another rough sound from his chest.
His hand slid from her throat to cup her jaw, thumb brushing her bottom lip, his breathing still uneven. "Still greedy, " he muttered, voice wrecked, but there was no heat in it�just something darker, hungrier, as his thumb pressed into her mouth. She nipped at it, earning a sharp exhale, his hips jerking weakly beneath her again, still half-hard inside her. "Fuck, baby girl, " he breathed.
Then the forest rustled�not the wind, not an animal�and Madison froze, her body still trembling around him, as four pairs of eyes gleamed from the shadows. Her uncles�Rick, Pete, Mark, Jack�stood at the edges of the blanket, naked and unashamed, their gazes locked on where she was still impaled on her father's cock. Rick's tongue dragged over his teeth, Pete's fingers twitching at his sides, Mark's cock already thick against his thigh, Jack's breath audible in the sudden silence.
"Been watching long?" he asked, voice rough with spent pleasure. Jack chuckled, stepping forward, the damp grass silent underfoot. "Long enough, " he murmured, eyes raking over her sweat-slicked skin, the way her thighs were still spread wide.
"Fuck, baby girl, " Pete muttered, circling like a predator, his calloused fingers trailing up her trembling calf. The touch burned�too much, not enough�as he leaned in, breath hot against her ear. "Hell of a show you put on, " he admitted, voice thick with hunger. "But we made a promise to ruin you proper."
Madison shuddered, her throat working a plea that fell on deaf eyers *please no more guys* but the words choked in her throat as Rick's broad hands slid under her thighs, lifting just enough to wrench a ragged cry from her. The sudden shift made her dad groan beneath her, his cock twitching back to full hardness inside her slick heat, her body stretched impossibly tight around him. Dad rolled her onto her back with a low moan from them both.
Rick's grin was wolfish as he knelt at her right side in line with her tits, Jack mirroring him on the left�their calloused fingers already dragging her hands toward their aching lengths. "Been hard since we heard you moaning through the trees, " Rick murmured, pressing her palm flat against the thick vein pulsing along his shaft. Jack just groaned, goodgrip. "Little niece's hands feel even better than I dreamed."
Above her, Uncle Mark and Pete knelt on either side of her head, their cocks jutting toward her face�Mark's angled down toward her parted lips, the flushed tip brushing the corner of her mouth when she gasped. Pete's jutted upward, the swollen head bumping her chin as she twisted her face away instinctively, only for his rough grip to fist in her hair and hold her still. "None of that, " he chided, thumb pressing against her lower lip until it parted�not to take him in, but to feel the hot smear of precum against her tongue as Mark dragged his cockhead through the spit-slick mess.
Her father took advantage of her distraction, slamming up into her with a brutal snap of his hips that made her shriek�half-pain, half-pleasure�the sound muffled against Pete's shaft as it jerked against her lips. Her hands moved on autopilot now, fingers tightening around Rick and Jack's lengths in rhythmic counterpoint to her father's thrusts, her grip uneven but earnest, the slick slide of their foreskin under her palms somehow grounding her amid the sensory overload.
Dad groaned beneath her, his thrusts losing rhythm as her pussy fluttered around him, oversensitive and clenching helplessly�but he didn't stop, didn't slow, just gripped her hips tighter and fucked up into her with short, sharp snaps of his hips that had her toes curling in the damp grass. "That's it, " he gritted out, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her heaving chest, "take it�take *all* of it�"
Around her, the uncles' breathing grew ragged�Rick's fingers tightening around hers to guide her strokes faster, Jack's cock pulsing against her palm, Mark bucking shallowly against her cheek while Pete's grip in her hair kept her face angled just so�a symphony of need closing in on her from every side. The forest hummed with it, the air thick with a unmistakable electricity of too many bodies pushed to the edge at once.
"Feel how fucking wet you made them?" her father snarled, hips pistoning beneath her as her slick walls fluttered around him, oversensitive and clenching. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing rough circles that had her back arching off the blanket�a movement that forced Mark's cock harder against her spit-slick lips, the salty taste of him flooding her mouth as he groaned above her.
Rick leaned down, his free hand pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out�a sound immediately swallowed by Pete thrusting against her parted lips again. "Look at you, " Rick muttered, breath hot against her ear as he guided her hand tighter around his shaft, "taking us all like you were made for it." His teeth grazed her earlobe, the sharp sting mingling with the burn of her father's relentless pace inside her.
Madison's vision whited out for a second�her body no longer her own, just a vessel for their want�as Jack's thumb swiped over her wrist where she gripped him, his groan blending with the wet slap of skin and the rustle of leaves overhead. "Gonna ruin you worse than he promised, " Jack warned, pressing her palm flat against the leaking head of his cock, her fingers smearing his precum down his shaft in a slick, uneven stroke that drew a shudder from them both.
Uncle Pete adjusted his stance above her, one knee sinking into the blanket beside her head as he dragged the swollen crown of his cock along her flushed cheekbone, leaving a sticky trail that cooled in the evening air. "Look at her, " he growled, fingers tightening in her hair as she involuntarily licked her lips�not for him, but because the forest itself seemed to pulse against her skin, amplifying every sensation until even the breeze felt like fingers. "Knows she's ours now."
Rick leaned closer, his free hand skimming down her ribs to where her father's hips met hers, fingertips pressing into the stretched join of their bodies. "Feel that?" he murmured against her temple, his breath hot as her father bottomed out inside her again with a rough grunt. "How deep he's got you? Bet you'd take us all the same way." The suggestion coiled like smoke in her belly, her inner muscles clenching reflexively around her father's cock.
From somewhere beyond the haze of pleasure, Mark chuckled darkly, his palm cradling the back of her head as Pete's thrusts against her face grew more insistent. "Wouldn't even have to ask, " Mark mused, thumb tracing the shell of her ear as she gasped around nothing, her throat working around silent pleas. "Look at her�already begging for it." The truth of it sang in her veins, her traitorous body arching harder against their hands, her own fingers tightening around Rick and Jack without conscious thought.
Her father groaned beneath her, his grip on her hips turning punishing as he dragged her down onto him one last time�then pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness wrenching a broken cry from her throat. The sound hung in the air for half a second before the first hot stripe of cum painted her belly, thick and obscene in the dappled moonlight. Rick followed with a ragged curse, his release splattering across her ribs in erratic pulses while Jack's grip on her wrist tightened convulsively, his cock jerking against her palm as he came with a groan that sounded more like a snarl.
Mark's release hit her collarbone first, hot and startling, before Pete�still gripping her hair�angled his hips and let go across her parted lips, the first burst catching her chin as she flinched, the second streaking sticky over her tongue when she gasped. The taste lost having passed out the once the first splash hit her skin even as her body convulsed around nothing, her oversensitive clit throbbing with each erratic pulse of their seed against her skin. It felt endless, their release painting her in slick, possessive stripes, the forest itself humming approval as their groans mingled with roars of triumphant all round the froest.
Laughter�rough and satisfied�rippled through them as Rick scooped her limp form up effortlessly, her sweat-slick body sliding against his chest as he carried her toward the waiting sleeping bag. Her eyelids fluttered but didn't open, her breath shallow and uneven, legs still twitching faintly with aftershocks. "Look at that, " Jack murmured, trailing a fingertip through the mess on her belly before pressing it against her parted lips, grinning when her tongue licked weakly at the intrusion. "Even passed out, she's fucking greedy."
Her pussy clenched around nothing as Pete dragged two fingers through her slick folds, the rough pads catching on her swollen clit just enough to make her back arch weakly, a broken sound escaping her throat. "Ruined, " he confirmed, voice thick with dark amusement, "but look at that�still gushing." The proof dripped down her thighs as he withdrew, glistening in the moonlight, her body betraying her exhaustion with another pulse of wetness against the sleeping bag beneath her.
Mark's chuckle was low as he knelt beside her, calloused palm skating up her inner thigh to press against the oversensitive mess of her, his thumb circling lazily just shy of where she needed it most. "Gonna dream about this, " he mused, watching her hips jerk helplessly toward his touch even in unconsciousness, her body still wired for their hands, their mouths, their cocks. "Bet she wakes up begging for it harder." The uncles exchanged glances�a silent promise�as the forest sighed around them.
Morning came with a fever-damp sheen clinging to their skin, the air thick with musk and crushed greenery. Rick stirred first, blinking against the harsh slant of sunlight through the canopy, his head pounding in time with his heartbeat. His fingers flexed against bare earth instead of the expected fabric of his sleeping bag�where the fuck�? He sat up too fast, the world tilting, and found Pete already upright beside him, both of them naked and. "What" Rick started, voice gravel-rough, but Pete just shook his head, gaze on something hanging of a the tree.
Up close, with the sun glare not as bright, Pete noticed it �a pair of pink panties, dangling from a low branch like a offering or some kind of trophy. The lace was frayed at the edges, damp with dew or something else, the faintest scent of arouse to the fabric. Pete's mouth watered inexplicably, fingers twitching with the urge to touch, to taste, even as his stomach turned.
Rick's breath hitched behind him, the realization dawning slower but hitting harder�the tank top strewn across a root, the fabric stiff with dried sweat. Then the shoes, kicked off haphazardly,. One sock balled inside-out beside them, the other inside a shoe The denim shorts lay crumpled under the tree, the zipper pulled down.
Pete's fingers brushed the damp lace hanging from the branch, the scent hitting him full-force now making his cock twitch against his thigh. "Rick, " he managed, voice strangled, "call the other three."
Rick didn't need telling twice�his whistle pierced the forest stillness, sharp and commanding, the kind they'd used since childhood to signal urgent game changers. Within moments, branches cracked underfoot as Mark and Jack emerged shirtless from the undergrowth, sweat glistening down their chests like they'd been running hard. "The *fuck*�" Mark started, but the words died when Pete held up the panties, the lace sticking to his calloused palm where precum already smeared the fabric.
Dad arrived last�barefoot, belt unbuckled, his jeans hanging low enough to show the dark trail of hair leading downward�and froze mid-step at the sight of Madison's clothes scattered like breadcrumbs. His nostrils flared as he took in the tank top's, the way the denim shorts but it was the pink panties that stood out.
Madison emerged from the thicket behind them, naked and streaked with dried come, her skin glowing with a sheen of sweat that caught the morning light. She stretched lazily, catlike, as if the entire forest belonged to her now. "Morning, " she murmured, her voice sleep-rough and satisfied, her fingers combing through tangled hair. The uncles turned as one, their gazes locking onto, the way her nipples stood taut in the cool air�proof of last night's covered her skin in streaks of spent pleasure.
"Next, " she said, licking her lips slow, deliberate, "you all enjoy using my tight little pussy with your monstrous cocks?" The question hung in the air, ripe as the scent of crushed ferns beneath their feet.
Dad's laugh was low, rough with sleep, "Monstrous?" "You took five twelve-inch cocks like a fucking champ and still clenched around me like a virgin when I pulled out."
Guys, you ruined me to the point I never even got to that sleeping bag." A pause, deliberate, as her fingertip circled a bite mark just above her left breast. "But fuck it�let’s let come back in a week in the day this time. "
The van door slid shut with a metallic groan, swallowing the last of their gear�blankets stiff with dried sweat, empty water bottles. Madison tossed the keys to Rick. She watched through the dusty rear window as the forest blurred into green smudges, the trees swallowing the clearing where they left.
The thing about the legend that being lost over the centuries. It that the forest is unholy land home to demons that watched all last nights events. Manipulating thing to how they want like a suggestion for her uncles to cum in a jug and make he drink it after her dad came down her throat or even making fake memory's like both farther/daughter having memory of seeing/using her mother toy at 15.now they wait eager for there return.