Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder....
Joceyln, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, she finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
RAPED SISTER-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
CHAPTER ONE
The red-haired woman moaned with delight as the tall, heavy man rammed his cock all the way down her throat.
"Ahh," the man groaned, head thrown back in ecstasy as the naked woman's tongue coiled around and around his hard spear of cock. "You sure know how to suck cock, Sally baby!"
The woman rolled her eyes happily. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied delicious suction to the prick imprisoned in her mouth. A large hand dropped to tousle her tightly curled hair. Her big boobs were flattened like pillows against the man's knees, the stiff pink nipples crushed deep in the succulent titflesh.
The man made another lewd noise. The redhead's response was a slurping suck that made his hairy balls contract into tight hard knots. The head of his cock pulsated deep inside her throat.
Slowly he began to withdraw his rigid cock. Its pale, vein-wrapped shaft was smeared and slippery with the redhead's shiny saliva. Her tongue followed the prick clear out of her mouth, teasing it.
The prick popped free. The redhead hugged the man tightly. The stiff, wet cock throbbed against her cheek. "Ooh," she cooed, "I just love the taste of your cock!"
The man patted her cheek. His other hand wrapped around his massive, straining cock and bent it down once again toward her waiting, red-lipped mouth. Her lips parted excitedly. Her tongue crept out to press against the pinprick in the tip of the giant cock, as if trying to force its way inside. The man's hips rolled with the delight that surged up his prick and traveled up his spine.
The redheaded woman's tongue laved liquid fire all over the swollen, purple cockhead as her slim fingers guided the prick into her mouth. Her lips surrounded the cone-shaped head of the man's cock. Cool fingers began to toy with his balls. "Ahh," he said.
The naked couple was completely caught up in the sweet magic of the redhead's expert cocksucking. They were so engrossed that neither of them heard the opening and closing of a door downstairs, nor the young voice that called "Daddy?" from below. In a rising fever of lust the man started to fuck his cock in and out of the redhead's greedy face. Her nipples bored into his legs.
Fifteen-year-old Jocelyn Brown laid her schoolbooks on the kitchen table. Her father hadn't answered her greeting, and that was odd. His car was in the driveway. He was almost certainly home.
Maybe he was upstairs taking a nap. He had acted strangely since Joss's mother had died, retreating into his room for long intervals to be alone with his grief.
Joss could understand her parent's need for privacy. But she had news today-news that wouldn't wait. Shaking long auburn hair out of her eyes, she ran to the stairs and trotted up. Her young boobs, already almost as full and firm and round as her mother's had been, bounced up and down inside her white sweater.
The door to her parents' room-her father's now-was slightly ajar. The teenager was vaguely aware of sounds coming from within. Her father was home.
"Oh, Daddy," she said brightly, pushing the door open ahead of her. "I did it! I made cheerlea...."
The words died in her throat. She stopped dead. Slowly her stomach turned over.
Her father was standing beside the big four-poster bed. A woman with bright red, curly hair was kneeling in front of him. They both were stark naked.
And her father was just sliding his rigid cock into the redheaded woman's mouth!
Joss's knees felt weak. A furious flush began in the pit of her stomach, spreading upward like a warm tide through her ripe breasts, up her throat, to tint her cheeks a furious pink.
"Mmmm-mm!" the nude, kneeling woman sighed with obvious pleasure. She tilted her head slightly to the side as Joss's father fucked the last inch of his prick into her waiting mouth. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her round, pretty features glowed with lust.
Joss swung back out of sight and sagged against the wall beside the now open door. Mrs. Reddin! The woman on the bedroom floor who was so eagerly gobbling her father's cock was the next door neighbor's wife!
It was unbelievable!
Joss bit her lip. A lock of reddish-brown hair fell before her eyes. She brushed it away without thinking, felt the sweat that had broken out on her forehead despite the cool of the early autumn afternoon.
She didn't think of herself as innocent. Of course, she'd never actually done anything with a boy-or let one do anything to her. That made her something of a prude, if half the stories the girls told in the locker room were true. Of course, she suspected that most of them weren't.
But she thought of herself as a liberal-minded young lady. On the other hand, she'd never expected to see anything like this!
From inside the bedroom came orgiastic moans and lewd slurping sounds. Her breath was coming in short hard gasps. There was a tingling, crawling sensation deep down in her stomach.
"Uhhhh!" she heard her father cry. "God damn-get ready for it, baby! I'm about to come!"
Trembling, Joss peeked into the bedroom again. Her father's muscular body was taut and tense with the fury of his onrushing orgasm. Half his big cock was planted in the kneeling neighbor's face, and her thin fingers were wrapped around the shaft of the prick, pumping madly, trying to milk a hot blast of jism from his balls into her come-hungry mouth.
Mr. Brown gasped like a runaway locomotive. He was so turned on he could barely stand it! The spectacle of the naked, submissive white body before him, the big pillowy boobs crushed against his hairy legs, the sight of his cock disappearing between those ruby lips as Mrs. Reddin jacked him off-all these erotic visual treats would have been enough to make him come off gloriously into the redhead's face.
But the way she was sucking on his trapped cock with such incredible power, the superbly skillful way her tongue was thrilling his cock, teasing the sensitive spot where cock-shaft met swollen cockhead, smearing saliva all over the swollen head of his prick-the sheer and utter delight of it, made him weak in the knees!
The woman was enjoying sucking his big hard prick every bit as much as he was enjoying having it sucked. Sally Reddin thought there was nothing as delicious as the hot meaty flavor of all-male cock.
Unless it was the tangy taste of fresh hot come!
The thought of the boiling sperm that would soon erupt into her mouth filled her body with lewd electricity. She dropped her free hand down between her downy thighs. Her fingers caressed the crisp red curls of cunt fur. She writhed in sudden delight as they touched delicate pink pussy lips, and then she thrust two fingers knuckle-deep in the dripping well of her cunt.
Pleasure seethed up through her pussy-tunnel, shot up her backbone and transmitted it through the rigid bar of Brown's cock. The man yelled with passion. He was trembling on the brink of coming. It felt as if his body was about to break into fragments from the sexual tension.
Finger-fucking herself with frantic energy, Sally Reddin drew her lips back along the splendid cock till only the wedge-shaped prickhead was still in her mouth. She tightened her lips into a snug O, and sucked for all she was worth. Her tongue darted like flame around the trapped cockhead.
Pleasure crackled like lightning in the giant cock. A bolt of electricity seemed to shoot into Brown's balls. It set off a sudden explosion of jism that filled Sally's throat in one tremendous spurt!
"Mmmuuuhhh!" she moaned, as her mouth was abruptly filled with the salty-sweet flavor of come. She heard Brown shouting hoarsely as he pumped his teaming load into her waiting face. Another blast of come erupted from the prick, and another, coating her tongue and the inside of her mouth with acrid come-flavor, rolling in thick drops down her throat, finally spilling from her lips around the shaft of the trembling, spitting prick.
Silken walls closed in on her pussy-probing fingers, and Sally gasped around Brown's cock as she came. Jism drooled from her mouth, ran down her chin and onto her breasts and Brown's legs.
She hastily shut her mouth so as not to lose any more of the succulent treasure of his come, but it was a tremendous effort. The waves of orgasmic ecstasy rolling over her made her want to shriek with joy!
Brown's hands locked around her head, pinning her there to receive every drop of his creamy come. As if she wanted to escape! He could feel her eagerly drinking down his jism as fast as he could, could feel her body exploding with ecstasy. It made his cock throb and pulse in furious climax till every bit of sperm stored in his balls had been fucked into that endlessly greedy feminine mouth.
And still the redhead craved more! With come spilling down both sides of her chin like warm cream, she sucked madly on the still-spasming cock, unable to believe that the rich white goodness of jism was exhausted. But exhausted it was. Shortly, the mighty cock gave one last dry contraction and began to go limp.
She felt the cockhead softening in the gooey morass of her mouth. Carefully she scoured the cockhead clean of every last remnant of flavorful jism. Then her mouth opened to release the cock. The prick drooped, and droplets of come and spit dribbled onto her boobs. She wriggled with the last dying pangs of her own climax, and licked the come from her lips.
She pulled dripping, fragrant fingers from her pussy. They made a sucking sound as the pink lips reluctantly let them go. Cool cunt sauces dripped down over her calves.
"Whoof," Mr. Brown said. "What a blow job! You're an artist, Sally!"
The redhead laughed lasciviously. "It's the material I have to work with," she said. She lifted the limp, damp cock with her hand and examined it. "What a lovely piece of cockmeat. And what delicious come!"
He ruffled her hair. Her blue eyes flicked up at him, mischief glowing within them, and then she raised the prick and planted a kiss on its tip. She tasted the clear drop of semen that lingered there.
Immediately Brown felt a stirring of life in his prick. The cock began to harden once more in Sally's fingers. She smiled, and her lips flowed around the expanding cockhead.
"Hey," the tall man said. "What're you doing?"
She rolled her eyes at him and sucked hard on his prick.
Before the startled eyes of the unseen, watching girl, Brown's prick inflated, growing longer and thicker as Sally plied her tongue around the cockhead and sucked with all her might. Joss blinked. It was amazing how the limp worm of her father's cock could grow so quickly into a huge, hard bar of prick thrusting eagerly into Sally Red-din's mouth!
The teenager could smell unfamiliar aromas filling the air. She guessed that stringent, sharp odor was her father's come, drying now on Sally's pale neck and her heaving, pink-tipped boobs. There was another scent, thicker, muskier. Suddenly Joss recognized it too.
It was the aroma of aroused cunt!
Her father's cock was fully erect now, plunging like a piston in and out of the redhead's wanton mouth. The big pale globes of Sally's tits seemed to have swollen, and each was crowned with a pale, cherry nipple, that to the teenager's blurred vision seemed almost to vibrate with the passion that possessed the naked woman.
Joss stared transfixed at her father's prick. It was so huge! She wondered how Sally Reddin could fit it into her mouth-to say nothing of taking it all in, balls-deep in her eager face like a circus sword-swallower! And not only that, but sucking on her father's prick seemed to make the redhead monstrously horny.
Slowly Joss became aware of the unfamiliar sensation in her own young body. Her joints seemed to have turned to jelly. And the crawly feeling deep down in her stomach was turning into a maddening, insistent itch.
She put a hand on her belly. It was firm and flat within her sweater. She ran the hand down, curiously, trying to get at the itch. Lower and lower went her hand, till it passed the lower edge of the sweater and was pressing the pleated front of her skirt against her own yielding flesh.
Her hand went lower still. There it was-she felt her palm pressing right down over that peculiar, urgent itch. Then she felt both moisture and rustling crispness under her hand and looked down with a start.
Her hand was pressed over the mound of her virgin pussy!
She felt her cheeks burning with shame. A new smell was reaching her nostrils now-a smell like the hot thick scent emanating from Sally Reddin's red-furred cunt as she gobbled Mr. Brown's cock, but different somehow.
It was the smell of Joss's hot cunt beginning to flow with the juices of lust. She was getting turned on!
Before she had time to fully grasp the revelation, a new sound from inside the bedroom made her look up. Sally's mouth had released the man's prick, which now stood up at a stiff angle from his hairy crotch, gleaming with the redhead's spit. As Joss watched, the full-bodied neighbor threw herself on her back on the carpet and spread her legs invitingly.
"Fuck me," the prostrate woman moaned, writhing with lust. "I'm so horny I can barely stand it. Fuck my pussy full of your big hard cock!"
She squirmed passionately on the floor. Her plump smooth thighs were parted. Her wet cunt smiled up at Brown, its lips bright with the aromatic sauces of her cunt. The pussy looked like a hungry mouth, nestled there amidst the matted, damp pubic fur. The delicate cunt flaps were slightly apart, and a fat drop of clear pussy juice glittered between them.
With a grunt of desire Brown dropped to his knees. His rigid cock bobbed up and down. Joss's eyes were fixed on the waving wand of her father's prick. It seemed to exert a magnetic, hypnotic fascination upon her.
Sally's big tits jiggled as she reached up to grab the cock, pulling it with feverish need toward the open portal of her pussy. Brown put his arms forth and lowered himself onto her. Joss watched unswervingly as Sally's fingers guided the prick to the gaping mouth of her twat.
The tip of Brown's prick brushed rubbery cunt lips. Sally shivered. Then the cockhead wedged the pussy lips apart and Brown was sliding his cock into the waiting cunt with agonizing deliberation.
Sally's nude body was at a forty-five degree angle to the doorway and the unseen witness. Joss could see every inch of her father's big cock disappearing into the pink-lipped paradise of the woman's cunt, could see the slack mouth of the cunt tautening as the girth of the hard prick stretched it, could see the torrent of cunt oils that spilled down the redhead's snowy asscheeks to the floor.
She felt warm delight flowing out of her own pussy. Without realizing it she had been kneading the cushiony mound of her cuntbun. She felt a momentary twinge of shame that was quickly overcome by a rising need to feel more of that same delight. It was becoming more and more intense. All at once she knew she had to experience what Sally Reddin was experiencing there on the bedroom floor, with Joss' father's titanic prick forging into the clinging sheath of her cunt and filling her with the masculine hardness of rampant cock.
Sally cried out as the coarse hair that was clustered around the base of Brown's pillar-like prick, pressed against the splayed-open lips of her pussy. Every inch of that mammoth prick was buried in her snatch. But still her cunt cried out for more! She wrapped her white legs around the man's narrow waist and squeezed hard. "Ahhhh!" she yelled as another half-inch of prick was forced into her pussy.
Brown licked at her neck, tasting the salt sweat on her skin. He marveled at the snugness of her elastic cunt walls around his prick. His hands slid under the cheeks of her butt and clutched the pliant mounds of assflesh. Her toes curled toward the floor as he crushed his cock into her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yesss!" she called. Her butt waggled in his hands. He groaned as the walls of her cunt worked maddeningly around his captive cock.
His chest crushed her boobs as he started to draw his cock from her pussy. "Ghaaaad!" she wailed. The suction of the tremendous cock leaving her cunt seemed to be pulling her inside out!
Her scream went through Joss like a knife. Without thinking, Joss slipped her hand down, then up again inside her short skirt. Her cunt bun was sopping wet with pussy sauce. The crotch of her panties was glued to the slit of her pussy. Quivering with forbidden anticipation, the lovely teenager ran her hand down inside the waistband of her panties.
Her cunt fur was hot and sticky to the touch. She ran her fingers through the tangled forest of pussy hair till a nail touched the upper end of her virgin gash. "Ooooooh," she moaned, unable to restrain herself as delicious sensation flooded her cunt.
She covered her cunt with her hand. Pussy oils filled her palm, dripped greasily between her fingers. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. She'd never felt anything remotely like the sheer delight of having her hand clamped over her pussy!
As if of its own accord, her forefinger started stroking the slash of her cunt. A fresh stream of pussy juice streamed out over her hand. Then she was urging the pussy lips apart, shoving her finger up into her brimming cunt.
Sparks burst behind her eyes. This was incredible! Her finger probing the depths of her cunt, stretching the sensitive membranes of her pussy tunnel in unimagined new ways, was almost driving her mad with delight.
Through a fog of lust she watched her father fucking Mrs. Reddin. The length of the mighty prick was slimy with gleaming pussy sauce. The woman was squirming frantically as the prick pistoned in and out of her cunt, rolling her butt around in Brown's hands, screwing her cunt up and down the thrusting cock in a manic spiral. The sound and smell of fucking were overpowering.
Joss' finger was mimicking the motion of her father's cock. It surged in and out of her pussy the way the giant spar of her father's prick was surging in and out of Sally's cunt. Even as Joss fucked herself with one finger, she began to feel a hunger in her cunt for more-still more! She thrust another finger into her cunt, and another. The three fingers filled her virgin cunt tunnel almost painfully. She gasped.
The sound of her fingers plunging in and out of her oozing pussy was loud in her ears. Vaguely she could hear her father and Sally groaning and sobbing together as their passion grew. She watched her father's butt drive up and down as he fucked the writhing redhead faster and faster.
Sally Reddin squirmed under the furious onslaught of fucking. Her lust was almost overpowering. She could hardly stand the way her pussy expanded and shrank over and over again as the hard-driven prick fucked in and out of it. Brown's weight pressed her firmly into the carpet, crushing her jugs against his hairy, powerful chest. Her nipples were inflated with passion, and the rasping touch of his skin sent excitement throbbing through her titflesh, excitement almost as fierce as the excitement his huge cock was giving her cunt.
"Fuck meee!" she gasped. "Give it to me hard and fast! Fuck me full of that big cock, lover!"
Brown did his best to obey. His hipbones slammed rhythmically against hers. He felt her ripe butt-cheeks flatten in his hands, then go round as he fucked his cock free of her cunt, drawing her willing body after him as he rose. His cock was sliding in and out of a hot, wet, slippery paradise that rippled around it with a life of its own.
Their mouths pressed together, their tongues intertwining in a sloppy, passionate kiss. Sally's arms were a cool band around his thick neck, and her legs were cool around his waist, urging his cock ever deeper into the delightful recesses of her cunt. Her pussy was an oily mouth, sucking his cock as fervently as her other mouth had.
She tore his mouth from his. "Come in me," she urged. "Come in my pussy! I'm about to come, big boy-pump my needy cunt full of jism!"
He moaned and licked her face. He felt the vibrations in his cock that meant he was about to come off as well. The knowledge made him increase the speed and power of his fucking until his pistoning prick sprayed a mist of cunt oils that coated their bellies. Sally's cries rose, sharp and rhythmic like a dog's barking.
Suddenly her nude white body went tense. It arched backwards like a bow, lifting the bulk of the man above. Brown hung on in astonishment. Then her pussy tightened like the jaws of a trap around his deeply-driven cock, and the first fiery blast of jism exploded from his prick.
"God, yes!" Sally howled. "I'm commminnng!"
A fist seemed to press against Joss' chest. She fucked her fingers deeply into her dripping cunt. The redhead's orgiastic cry had gone through her like a knife. She felt as though she were on the brink of something new and unfamiliar and overwhelming.
"YESSSS!" the naked redhead shrieked. Suddenly Joss saw whiteness boil up around the shaft of her father's withdrawing cock, saw the jism bubble forth from Sally's pussy and run down her asscheeks to stain the carpet as the big man's prick spewed jism into the eager cunt. She heard her father and the neighbor woman yelling in the wild abandon of orgasm.
Then the room seemed to spin about her. Her pussy clamped down hard on the fingers buried in it, and fresh torrents of hot cunt sauces ran down over her hand. She just had time to catch her breath, and then the first orgasm of her young life burst into her brain like a bomb.
CHAPTER TWO
Joss was more than grateful that cheerleader practice did not begin until next Monday. That meant she got home early Friday afternoon, while her brother was at football practice and her father at work, and had the house all to herself. She badly needed the time and privacy.
The beautiful adolescent never knew how she managed to make it through the schoolday after she'd watched-spied on-her father and Sally Reddin. Her thoughts were in turmoil. And her nubile young body was uneasy with a mass of unfamiliar new sensations.
And longings.
She let herself in through the back door as usual, found herself pausing in the kitchen, ears strained as if she'd hear the faint, orgiastic sounds of her father and the full-bodied neighbor's impassioned fucking. No sound came to her. She was alone.
With a sigh she dumped her schoolbooks on the kitchen table. She had an overwhelming amount of homework to do that weekend and no stomach to face it. Not just now-her thoughts were on other things.
She made her way up the stairs with a sense of anticipation growing in the base of her throat. What is it? she wondered. Why do I feel this way? The only answer she got was a growing clamminess in her crotch. Her sweet pussy oils had started to flow again, plastering her panties to the slit of her cunt.
When she reached the head of the stairs Joss was almost trembling with desire. She felt a fierce need to experience again the same hot rush of sensation that had flowed over her while fingerfucking herself, and watching her father cram his great big cock into Sally's greedy, red-bearded cunt. She paused for a minute to massage her itching cunt through skirt and panties, and then reached up hesitantly to squeeze one shapely young boob. She breathed in sharply at the pleasurable twinge that stabbed through her jug.
Her fingers kneaded her ripening titflesh till they found the nipple, pebble-hard inside the cup of her bra. The heel of her other hand massaged her cunt-bun with a rhythmic circular motion as she began to roll the blood-gorged nipple between her fingertips. Her body filled with delight like some warm sweet liquid. The hot clinging smell of her cunt flowed up to envelop her. She felt the succulent juices percolate through the cloth of panties and short skirt, and then the world spun in the brief delirium of orgasm.
She felt her pussy walls expanding and contracting as she came, clutching for the invading hardness of her fingers-or a stiff male cock. But there was nothing for her pussy muscles to grasp in their fervent embrace. Even as delight surged through her, she was aware of an immense hunger and emptiness.
"Huh-uh-ahhhh!" she cried, grinding at her inflated clit with the base of her palm, pinching her nipple almost cruelly. Fondling her tits and pussy made her feel good. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more.
And all at once she knew just how to get it.
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Doug Brown was tired when he let himself in the back door of the two story frame house in the Heights, but it was the refreshed, stimulated sort of tiredness that came from hard exertion in the brisk outdoor air of autumn-. He was ready for a nice hot shower and a huge dinner. He felt good.
The house was quiet, but he saw his baby sister's door was closed as he went down the hall on the way to his room. He thought of knocking to see if she was in and decided against it. She'd been acting strange lately-hadn't said a word at breakfast. That was odd. She was usually quite talkative, and he knew she'd made cheerleader. It should have been impossible to shut her up.
He shrugged his massive shoulders. She had her life, her problems. He loved her and cared for her, though they had had the customary number of sibling squabbles and disagreements. He also respected her privacy. If she wanted to tell him her problems, she would.
He undressed quickly in his room and walked down the hall dressed only in his shorts. He felt leery of walking around bare-ass while his sister might be home. He grinned as he passed her door. If Joss hadn't seen seen a naked male before-and he'd bet she hadn't-maybe it was time she did. It might be good for her.
He turned on the water and stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water cascade against his skin, feeling the steam swirl up around him. As he soaped himself all over he found himself thinking about his date with Trish Sweetwater the night before.
They'd gone to the drive-in-to see one of the countless cheap movies filled with flying saucers and rubber monsters that seemed to be everywhere these days. The special effects were laughable and the acting worse, but that didn't matter much to Trish and Doug. They scarcely even noticed after the first few minutes.
Trish had twined herself around him like a snake, her tongue stabbing into his mouth as her hand groped the bulge of his rapidly hardening cock. Inside her incredibly tight sweater, her enormous jugs were unconfined by a bra. The nipples were full and hard. Her tits drilled into his chest like diamond drill bits as she squirmed against him.
He ran his hand up under her skirt. On the screen a knot of men in shiny plastic suits were pointing excitedly at the body of a dead alien that looked like a cross between a caterpillar and a hydraulic pump. His probing fingers had encountered crisp, curly cunt fur and then slippery, wet pussy lips. Then he'd lost all interest in what was going on in the movie.
Trish giggled at the way his eyes widened when he found she wasn't wearing panties. "I came prepared, big boy," she said, taking her mouth from his and nipping lightly at his ear lobe. Her firm thighs parted and he felt cunt sauce run over his fingers as her twat yawned open invitingly.
"I'd hate for all that preparation to go to waste," .he murmured, and ran his forefinger into the silken depths of her cunt.
"Oooh," she moaned, wriggling her scruptious tits against his chest. "That's niiiice!"
He felt her fumbling with his fly as he languorously fucked his finger in and out of the tight wet sheath of her pussy. Cool air washed over his overheated cock as she tugged open his fly and his undershorts, and then cooler fingers fastened around his prick and dragged it out into the open.
The prick sprang eagerly erect as it was pulled free of Doug's pants. "Mmmmm-mm!" Trish said appreciatively. "I can't get over what a great big cock you have." She smiled lewdly, her blue eyes twinkling as she jacked him off lightly. "And the emphasis is on great!"
Suddenly she twisted away from him, up on her knees on the seat, facing him. Her dress was up around her waist and her moonwhite ass-cheeks smiled out the window. In her passion she didn't care whether anyone saw or not.
"C'mon," she urged. "Slide on out from under that wheel." Doug obeyed. His prick wagged as he shifted over to the passenger side of the front seat.
Trish ran her fingertips down the pillar of cock as if measuring it. It throbbed excitedly at her touch. A clear drop of pre-seminal fluid welled up from the pinprick hole at its tip. Trish shivered with joy and swung her leg over his crotch.
Her skirt fell back down, hiding his upright prick and the downward pointed triangle of blonde cunt fur from his lusting sight. But he didn't need to see to know what was going on. Not as she lowered her luscious body and the lips of her pussy gave his cock tip a delightful wet kiss.
As she dropped herself and her cuntlips opened around the cone of his cockhead, he ran his hands up under her sweater to bare her splendid tits. They were like two big cantaloupes suspended in pale satin and crowned with maraschino cherries. The areoles of her nipples were broad and dark in the starlight.
He licked his lips. Trish's cunt was swallowing his cock slowly and maddeningly. He was having trouble catching his breath. He was having even more trouble keeping from thrusting upward with all his might and burying his randy cock balls-deep in that tantalizing pussy! But the big-titted blonde knew what she was doing. She was taking her time to get them both as turned on as possible!
Her cunt mouth took his cock in to the base. Her boobs jiggled enticingly as she seated herself firmly on the prick. A trickle of cunt honey ran down his taut balls. He grabbed her with both hands and buried his face between her jugs.
He braced his feet on the floor of the car and pushed upward hard. He felt still more of his prick force its way into the dank cavern of Trish's cunt. She cried out and clutched at his head as he began to slaver up and down the valley between the spectacular snowy peaks of her boobs.
Then he was bouncing her up and down on his lap. Her cunt sucked at his prick as she rose into the air. Then it devoured his cock again as he pulled her back down with his hands around her waist. His fat cock made a squelching sound as it fucked in and out of her dripping pussy.
He licked the inside of one full boob. "Do it, big boy," the girl sang out. "Suck my titty!"
He wanted nothing better. His tongue flicked a rubbery nipple and he grunted with joy as the spasm of pleasure made her cunt tighten around his prick. Then he fastened his mouth on the tip of her jug and sucked for all he was worth as he started fucking her harder and faster still.
The girl's naked body rode up and down. She sighed with delight, loving the feel of Doug's mouth on her jug and his delicious cock in her pussy. His tongue was swirling around the nubbin of her nipple, then punching at it to send flashes of pleasure shooting through her tender titflesh. His big cock was stretching the walls of her pussy until she couldn't bear the ecstasy of it. She adored the way he fucked her to overflowing pleasure!
The taste and feel of Trish's pliant jug, the overpowering aroma of hungry young cunt, the greedy pressure of her pussy on his prick drove the young man right out of his mind. Bent over like a hunchback, grunting and bouncing as he sought to keep his hold on the tit while fucking the daylights out of Trish, he gave himself over completely to the mindless rhythms of screwing.
The gently caressing hands at the back of his head turned into talons. He could feel an orgasm building in the blonde's lovely body, could almost feel the erotic electricity flowing from her tongue-lashed nipple through her ripe young boob. Her pussy was starting to stroke his cock like velvet-lined fingers, and the way she cocked her hips quickly back and forth as she reached the top of every stroke, working her elastic cunt walls around the very head of his giant prick, had him on the verge of a volcanic orgasm.
Then suddenly Trish drove her ass down hard onto Doug's thighs. He cried out as the girl's pussy bore down hard on his cock. The boob popped free, glistening wetly, and then Trish's cunt seemed to crush his trapped prick.
He shot jism so hard it seemed it would blast clear to her tonsils. "Yes!" she shrilled. "Yes, yes, YESS! Fuck my pussy full of come!" Her climaxing pussy pulsated around his prick, violently milking blast after blast of jism from his shuddering balls. The concentrated pleasure in his throbbing, cunt-swallowed prick was almost painful as the two teenagers came together.
After what seemed an eternity, their mutual orgasm spent itself in a last glorious spasm of interlocked cock and pussy. Trish collapsed against Doug's broad chest. Her tits flattened themselves against his shirt.
"Whew," he breathed unsteadily. "That was good!"
"Was?" Trish asked, nuzzling his neck. "Don't say that. We've only just begun...."
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Thinking of it now, standing in the full stream of the shower, Doug felt himself get horny as hell. He looked down at his cock, jutting out from his crotch in a cloud of steam, and smiled ruefully. He had an urge to jack off. But that would be too much of a waste, with a girl like Trish Sweetwater on his string. Maybe he wasn't going to see her tonight, more's the pity, but he had a feeling he'd have to save himself to keep up with her.
Virile young stud that he was, he'd had a difficult time the night before, satisfying the blonde's demands. The girl's appetite for sex was unbelievable! Not five minutes after the final dying pulses of their shared climax, Trish was rotating her hips, stirring the quagmire of her cunt around the limp prick that was tightly held within her pussy. And Doug, though a minute before he would have sworn he was fucked out for a month with the fury of his orgasm, felt his cock going stiff again!
When the boy's prick had swollen to its full size, the blonde had lifted herself off him. He moaned as he felt the pussy lips caress the shaft of his prick, then looked down to see them pooch out as if reluctant to part with his cock. The pink pussy flaps slipped off the triangular prickhead, and his prick waved, flinging drops of fragrant cunt honey in all directions. Drops of pussy oil clung in the matted tangle of her pussy fur like dew.
Again Trish had hoisted herself, flashing her once-more bared ass out the window. This time Doug had glanced to the side and caught the shocked, scandalized look on the face of the old woman in the car next to theirs. He saw her turn her face forward and stare glassily at the movie screen. Her companion, dimly seen in the darkness, turned toward her and seemed to say something. She didn't seem to respond.
Uncaring, Trish turned herself so that her asscheeks smiled into Doug's face. The heavy scent from the girl's cunt, looking like a slice of furry pie between her upper thighs, had made Doug's mouth water. With an obscene wiggle of her hips, Trish put her hands on the gleaming mounds of her butt. Slowly she pulled them apart. Her asshole winked at Doug, then began to open.
"You know what I want," the girl said huskily. "Give me that great big cock of yours, lover. Give it to me up the ass!"
Fumbling with eagerness, Doug had grabbed his throbbing cock with one hand and guided its head to the inviting portal of Trish's poopchute. She socketed the head of the prick into the cup-like opening of her butt-hole, then simply sat on his prick. The cock was well slimed with her cunt juices and his own jism. It slid into her butthole as easily as it had penetrated her cunt.
Doug's eyes bugged out. As fabulously tight as Trish's cunt had been, it wasn't a patch on her ass. He didn't know if he could stand the way her tight ass channel crushed his mighty cock.
But it's worth a try, he thought, as he began to fuck her lovely butt.
* * *
Now stop that, he told himself. The water rinsed the last of the soap from his lean, muscular frame. You keep on thinking about last night, there's no telling what'll happen!
He turned off the water and got out of the tub. As he toweled himself vigorously, he tried to keep his thoughts away from Trish and the front seat of his Aspen. It wasn't easy. His cock remained stubbornly erect, and when he walked back down the hall to his room with a towel in one hand and his shorts in the other it preceded him like the bowspirit of a sailing ship.
He tossed towel and shorts onto the bed and went to the closet to get out a fresh shirt. Damn, he thought. I can't get rid of this hard-on. He turned back.
And almost yelped with shock. The door to his room had opened silently. And his baby sister was standing there, gazing at him with huge, luminous eyes.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, hastily swinging the shirt in front of his crotch. His rigid cock held it tented out before him. "My God, Sis, why didn't you knock?"
She didn't respond. She took a swaying step forward. Her lips were parted, and seemed moist. She was wearing an old work shirt of their father's. It came down to the midpoint of her slender thighs.
Her long brown legs were bare beneath its hem.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Doug said nervously. There was something about the way Joss was eyeing him that made him feel weird. "I didn't mean-"
He never finished. His sister's hands were crossed before her boobs, as though clasping herself. She let them drop to her sides. The shirt fell open.
Beneath it she was stark, staring nude!
CHAPTER THREE
Doug stood and stared at his sister. He struggled manfully to keep his eyes on her pretty, oval face. It was a losing battle.
As if of their own accord, his eyes left hers and traveled downward. Her neck was a slender, graceful column rising from slim shoulders. Her breastbone was a sloping plain that gave way to the mountains of her jugs. Doug swallowed. He'd never actually realized how big his baby sister's tits were. They were exposed in all their creamy glory. The insides of the shirtfront seemed to be held open by the jutting, quivering nipples.
Even as Doug watched, his sister's nipples grew larger and firmer, brown against the paleness of her hugs. He let his eyes slide down the trim, tann-ed dome of her belly. Beneath was the whiteness of a bikini-mark, interrupted by a perfect wedge of crisp chestnut cunt-fur. The triangle of Joss' pussy hair was like an arrow, pointing downward at the treasure nestled between her perfect thighs.
With bated breath he moved his gaze down still further. Through the tangle of curly hair he could see a tantalizing hint of pink pussy lips peeking through. A few drops of clear cunt honey glittered in the tufts of fur. One grew larger and rolled down the girl's thigh, leaving a shiny trail against her satin skin.
He opened his mouth to speak. All that came out was a croak. He swallowed to wet his throat and tried again. "Joss," he said, and his voice cracked. "Joss-what in the hell is going on?"
She took a step forward. Her tits jiggled with a slow luxurious motion like the waves of the sea. He tore his eyes away from the fertile delta of her cunt bush and looked again at her face. She gave him a smoky gaze of such raw and unconcealed lust that it staggered him.
Her lips drew back in an inviting smile. "Do you need to ask?" she asked in a throaty voice. For emphasis she ran her tongue around her lips, leaving them as moist as the lips of her pussy.
The musky woman-scent of her cunt surrounded Doug much the same as the steam in the shower had. Unconsciously he let go of the shirt he was covering himself with. For a moment it hung suspended on the mighty beam of his achingly rigid cock, then dropped to the floor.
Jocelyn's glowing green eyes widened. "Oh," she said in a small voice. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.
For the first time the beautiful adolescent wavered in her determination. Her brother's cock was pointed at her like a spear-an enormous spear of virile, blood-gorged cockmeat. It was an awesome sight. Doug's prick was at least as large as his father's. Joss wondered how she or any woman could fit such an incredible club of cock into herself.
But Sally Reddin had done it the night before. The memory of watching her father's big cock drive in and out between Sally's greedy lips until it pumped her mouth full of come, then watching it plumb the depths of the neighbor woman's oily, red-furred cunt, caused a fresh flood of cunt oils to ooze from her virgin pussy and stream down her bare legs. She felt again the desperate, overpowering hunger in her pussy. .
With a low growl she moved forward, shedding the shirt as she went. It fell discarded on the floor, and her brother saw Joss revealed in all her naked, wanton splendor.
Doug stood as if paralyzed. His baby sister was beautiful! Not only in the frail, winsome way he'd always been aware of, but in a deep down, hot-blooded, horny way that would make any man's heart race! She was slim, almost skinny, her hips not yet as full and lush as they would be with maturity. But her tits were magnificent, huge, ripe fruits of succulent flesh-and the fragrance that wafted from her brown-furred pussy was completely grown-up!
She stood before him. The quivering tips of her boobs almost touched his muscular chest, the taut curls of her cuntbush tickled the tip of his mighty, rigid cock. The warmth of her naked body washed over him.
Her eyes met and held his. He sensed rather than saw her hand reaching for his cock. The big prick jerked as her fingers touched it, then began to throb with excitement as they encircled it coolly.
For a moment Joss stood holding her brother's cock. Her knees were weak. Her brother's cock was so big and hard and powerful! The sheer pulsating masculinity of the length of cock between her fingers almost overwhelmed her.
She had a mental image of Sally Reddin kneeling on the floor of her parents' bedroom, taking her father's cock into her mouth with a look of utter ecstasy on her face. What was it like to have a man's prick in your mouth? Joss wondered. At the thought her pussy began to tingle insistently.
It was high time she found out!
She dropped to her knees. Doug's heart skipped a beat, and he licked dry lips. Stop her! a voice inside him cried. She's your sister, your own baby sister, for Christ's sake!
Then Joss bent forward to kiss the tip of his cock. Pleasurable sensation flooded into his cock, driving all thoughts of stopping this from Doug's mind.
Doug's cocktip was rubbery against Joss' lips. She felt a thrill of illicit excitement run through her, and a little fear. I'm about to put a man's cock in my mouth, she thought. I'm going to suck my own brother's prick! The idea of taking a man's cock into her mouth should have repelled her-and the idea of having any kind of sexual contact with her brother should have been beyond imagining! But what she had witnessed the night before had changed her. There was no looking back. She had to soothe the hunger that raged within her virgin pussy!
Her lips parted, flowed around the cone-shaped cockhead. A meaty flavor filled the girl's mouth. Cunt juice began to drool from her pussy. Her tongue crept hesitantly forward and touched the end of her brother's prick.
Doug sighed with pleasure. He had to admit his baby sister's lips felt fantastic wrapped around his cock. And the feather-light touch of her tonguetip on his cock made him want to shoot off in her mouth right away. He had a sudden suspicion that his oh-so-innocent, virginal baby sister was a born cocksucker!
It was going to be fun finding out.
Joss felt a gentle hand caress the side of her head, her cheek. She sucked experimentally on her brother's cock. She could feel the tremors of joy running through the rigid prick. The taste of cock filled her mouth.
Her mouth opened wider to take in more of her brother's cock. She was amazed at the way Sally Reddin had been able to swallow her father's prick. She only had the head of her brother's cock between her lips and teeth, and already her jaws were beginning to feel a strain.
She swirled her tongue once around the entrapped cock flesh. She felt the tremor of delight that ran through her brother's muscular body. There was a strange, tangy taste on her tongue, salty and sweet. A drop of clear pre-seminal fluid had oozed from the tip of the giant prick to be scooped up by the girl's eager tongue.
Doug watched in mounting excitement as his sister rolled her glowing eyes up to look at him, then began to impale her face slowly but surely on his prick. He sighed as he felt the delightful pressure of her soft mouth on his cock. The wet, clinging pressure sent stabs of pleasure shooting the length of his stiff cock.
The rubbery cockhead throbbed inside the cavern of Joss' mouth. Her lips were a tight ring around the stalk of Doug's cock. Slowly she sucked on the imprisoned prick, her cheeks going hollow, her tongue twining around and around the thick shaft of cock.
The room seemed to spin in Doug's vision as his lust and passion grew. He'd never suspected that his innocent-seeming baby sister could be such an expert cocksucker.
And then it hit him.
She wasn't!
Somehow he knew, right then, that his little sister had never had sexual contact with a man before. She had, for reasons of her own, decided to change that-and with her own brother. The fact that Joss was a natural at giving head was responsible for the utter delight that possessed her brother as she devoured his cock.
Once he realized what was happening, the youth felt an overwhelming sense of empathy for his beautiful baby sister. If she wanted to learn about sex, he was more than willing to teach her! But he also felt concern that she should be made to feel as good as possible.
Of course, the fascination her young, lithe, gloriously naked body had on him was influencing him too!
He put his hands on either side of her head and pulled her face gently away from his crotch. She refused to give up her hold on his prick, and the sensations he felt as her lips traveled back over the head of his prick almost made him shoot the load of jism bubbling in his balls straight into her oh-so-willing mouth.
At last the spit-shiny prick popped free of her mouth. She raised her face to look at her brother reproachfully. "What's the big idea?" she asked in a voice made husky by unaccustomed lust. She'd been enjoying sucking Doug's big cock!
"Nothing's the matter, baby," he replied. "I just want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel. C'mon up on the bed."
Eagerly the teenager stood up. Her already-ripe jugs bobbed up and down. The nipples were fat cherries set in the middle of milk chocolate colored areoles.
Doug bent down to kiss her. Their lips met, hers parted before his probing tongue. As his tongue scoured the innermost recesses of her mouth, she ground her naked body wantonly against his. The resilient warmth of her flesh sent fire rushing through his veins. Her tits were like firm cushions and the nipples dug deep into his chest. Her cunt fur abraded the underside of his cock maddeningly.
Then he was breaking away from her, backing toward the bed. He lay down and tugged at her slender arm. She came along, uncertain what her stud of an older brother had in mind.
Then she looked at the cock jutting like a flagpole from his crotch, and knew that she was ready and eager for whatever it was!
He put a hand on her thigh and urged her onto the bed. At his unspoken direction she swung a tanned and perfect leg over his face, so that the firmly round half-moons of her ass smiled down at him.
But Doug didn't spend much time gazing at his sister's ass, beautiful as it was. His eyes were drawn almost magically to the open, pink, hair-rimmed slit of her pussy!
Joss was supporting herself on one arm with a slim leg draped over her brother's head. She felt his breath brushing like a feather across the exposed, wet lips of her cunt. A tremble of anticipation ran through her naked body.
He was about to eat her pussy!
Even as she thought that, she felt a wild desire to cram her face full of Doug's lovely cock. She let herself fall forward, full length on her brother's body. She felt her boobs flatten on his hard, flat belly. Then the tip of his cock was jabbing her in the cheek, its warmth pulsing against her skin.
Doug took a deep breath as her fingers grasped his prick again. His hands reached up to cup the soft mounds of her asscheek. A drop of cuntjuice welled from her snatch and dripped onto his cheek.
He was so horny he could hardly stand it. But almost more urgent than the need to be fucking his randy cock once more into his sister's pretty face was the hunger he felt for her brimming pussy! He pulled her butt down, bringing her cunt into reach of his greedy mouth.
She licked up one side of his tremendous cockshaft. "Ahhhh!" he groaned, and buried his face in her waiting cunt.
"Oh, ghaaaad!" The touch of her brother's lips was like a blast of electricity in her cunt. Her rump seemed filled with crackling static as he worked her pussy lips apart. They opened eagerly, slathering hot cunt oils all over his mouth. Cunt sauces streamed in over his tongue.
The excitement of devouring his baby sister's cunt was making his big cock vibrate. Fingers trembling with the indescribable joy of feeling Doug's mouth on her cunt, Joss steered his cock toward her waiting mouth. She popped the swollen purple and red head into her mouth and sucked hard.
She felt his body tense beneath hers. He was fighting the urge to ram his cock violently upwards till every inch of its awesome length was buried in her face. She encircled the base of the mighty prick with one hand while the other toyed with the compact sac of his balls.
His tongue had slipped from his mouth into the velvet-lined paradise of her cunt. It was stirring around and around the pink vestibule of her pussy, thrilling the delicate insides of her cunt-flaps. His lips worked incessantly on her cunt, adding still more delight to the sensations flooding her virgin quim.
Her tongue painted saliva all over the crown of his cock. The throbbing cockmeat was slick and meaty in her mouth. She could feel the mad race of her pulse in the tight ring of her lips.
Slowly she lowered her head. Her jaws began to ache as the titanic cock wedged her jaws farther and farther apart. The underside of the cock slid deliciously over her flattened tongue. The taste was hot and wonderful.
Doug felt the erotic tension grow in his balls as his sister took more and more of his cock into her face. He wished he could see her lovely features as his cock disappeared into her mouth. But he could not. His vision was filled with the paleness of her tender asscheeks, and the crisp dark fur that -rimmed her sweet, sweet pussy.
But that sight in itself was an incredible turnon and the taste of his sister's cunt, so delicate, yet full of womanly vitality. Joss's pussy seemed to have a freshness to it that was new to him, but that made the taste of her cunt more delightful than anything he'd ever known. He could have come off in almost no time from nothing but eating his sister's tasty cunt!
But he had more to make him come than the taste and feel of the succulent sweetmeat of Joss's pussy. He had her mouth enfolding inch after inch of his massive cock in hot wet pressure, and the serpent-twistings of her tongue around the prick! Already at least half his giant prick was fucked into Joss's face and the fat head had forced its way past the back of her mouth and started down her throat!
Joss consumed another inch of steel-hard prick before she felt the gag reflex begin in the depths of her stomach. Much as she hungered to keep driving her face down toward the thick, furry base of her brother's prick, much as she longed to feel every inch of that marvelous cock throbbing in her throat, she knew she couldn't push herself to swallow any more of Doug's prick.
Not now. But she could always learn how!
Right now all that mattered was sucking her brother's prick till it filled her mouth with the creamy goodness of jism that Sally Reddin had so seemed to crave. That and enjoying to the fullest the expert tongue-lashing he was dealing her pussy!
The circular motion of the tongue in her pussy was filling her cunt with sweet fire. But now the circle was turning to a spiral as Doug's educated tongue began to delve deeper into her pussy. She sucked air into her belly. Her pussy walls contracted around the invading tongue, savoring its slipperiness.
Doug nearly came when he felt the girl's cunt take hold of his prick. She seemed to have all of his cock in her mouth that she could handle-and even that was more than most girls could take! He marveled at the sure, skillful way she'd fucked her face onto his cock, teasing and tormenting the prick every bit of the way with her moist tongue. Now that tongue was washing the buried prick in a bath of spit. The slithering friction of tongue on hard cock was driving him mad!
He slid his thumbs down to either side of the bearded mouth of her pussy. He pulled until her cunt was a wide pink gape above his face. Then he shoved his face up and into the waiting pussy!
Joss went wild. Her body jerked and bucked madly. Her ass squirmed frantically in the iron grip of Doug's hands. God, what feelings! The sensations in her cunt were so intense that it was hard to breathe as her brother ate her cunt with frantic energy.
She was going to come soon. Even had she wanted to she would not have been able to resist the delicious torture of her brother's lips and tongue in her cunt for long. But she didn't want to!
All she wanted now was to taste Doug's come as an orgasm possessed her. She let her instincts guide her. Still sucking hollow-cheeked, she lifted her head, letting his spit-slimed cockshaft slide back into the light.
The prick was slippery with her saliva. Her lips pooched out as she withdrew her head. They pressed tightly against the top and bottom of the huge cock.
Then the cone of his cockhead was filling her mouth. She fastened her lips just behind the flaring hood of Doug's prick and gave a mighty suck. Then she relaxed her lips and jaws.
Her application of intense suction to the most sensitive spot on her brother's big prick had the desired effect. His body tensed and his flat rump left the bed in a powerful, upward drive. Joss sighed with utter joy as the massive prick thrust deep into her waiting mouth.
Then Doug was out of control, fucking his cock up and down, in and out of Joss's face. He gobbled at her pussy like a starving man, feeling the pleasure that gave her, almost as keenly as the pleasure her mouth gave his cock. The pressure in his balls built to an unbearable high.
Then his face came out of her pussy. The cuntlips clung to his mouth and tongue as lovingly as her other lips had clung to the shaft of his withdrawing cock. He licked down the dripping slash of her cunt to the notch at the upper end with a forcefulness that made her shake.
His tonguetip found the hood of pink pussy-flesh it sought and pushed it impatiently out of the way. Then it drove hard against the revealed, hypersensitive nerve-node of her clit!
Her brother's cock was just surging inward, its underside being delightfully flayed by her even upper teeth, when the lights exploded behind her eyes. For a moment Joss didn't know what had hit her. Her brother's cone-like cockhead was once again in her throat, expanding and contracting like his furiously-beating heart.
Again the kaleidoscopic explosion in Joss's brain. A heat wave surged over her body, and suddenly it seemed as if her pussy channel was tying itself into knots. "Mmm!" she moaned as the impact of the third spasm of her climax rolled over her like a locomotive.
Her ass wagged crazily from side to side. Doug's fingers were steely talons buried in the soft flesh of her ass. His tongue was almost grimly in place, pressing firmly against her swollen clit. The wild motion of her naked butt only made the exquisite agony of tongue on clit that much more intense!
Her pussy oils were gushing down over his chin. He felt orgasm after orgasm slam into her, felt her quiver, tense, relax as each one passed. He was unaware of pumping his prick in and out of her mouth until at once he shoved his cock as far down Joss's throat as she could take it and came.
Joss's hair flew as her head worked up and down on her brother's cock. It was almost as if the hugeness of his prick were pistoning in and out of her cunt. She was coming and coming again, her body gripped by forces she could never have imagined. She didn't know how her delight could be more complete.
Then she found out.
All at once her mouth was filled with a hot, acrid blast of come. Her eyes flew open in surprise. She hadn't expected the taste of Doug's jism to be so incredibly concentrated! It was almost enough to make her gag.
Then the next burst of sperm and the next spasm of her climax struck her at once and she lost all control.
How long she was caught in the ecstatic delirium of fucking she never knew. For what seemed a delicious eternity there was nothing but Doug's mouth on her cunt, his stiff tongue setting off endless orgasms in her cunt by punishing the love-button of her clit, and the hardness and hugeness of the cock in her mouth, spraying incredible quantitites of come all over her tongue and the walls of her mouth.
She couldn't get enough of Doug's jism now. The bleachy salty-sweet taste of his sperm filled her with a raging hunger for more, and more! She sucked and tongued and teased the cock and it responded with machine gun blasts of come, so fast she couldn't drink it all down. White come oozed from her lips and ran down over Doug's balls and her fingers, jism filled her throat so that she almost choked, and still her come-hunger was not sated.
And all the time Doug single-mindedly kept his tongue working at her clit, his chin thrust up now between the flaps of her cunt, adding still further to the already unbelievable pleasure in her pussy.
As if from far away she heard a voice. The sound drew her back from the pinnacle of orgasmic delight even as Doug's prick pumped the last of his jism into her mouth. Then the voice resolved itself into words:
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
She looked up to see her father in the doorway.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joss's blood froze. With her thighs like sweet resilient walls of flesh about his head, Doug's hearing was cut off. He continued to eat fervently at her still-sopping cunt, blissfully unaware of their father's presence.
The naked girl sat up hurriedly, frantically brushing back her auburn hair. Her cuntlips slathered hot, fragrant juices all over her brother's face. "Daddy-" she began. Then Doug's tongue thrust up into her cunt like a miniature cock, and her words were choked off in a fresh surge of orgasm.
Her father stood glowering in the doorway. Helplessly, Joss shook her head, trying to deny what was happening. She felt her nipples standing out stiff from her sumptuous boobs, pointing like quivering fingers at her father's face. She knotted her hands into fists, trying now to fight the waves of pleasure washing over her, fighting to get back control of herself and say something, anything.
"My God," her father said. "Oh, my God! This is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. What do you think you're doing, you-you slut!"
Joss fought a wild urge to look around to see who her father was addressing. Surely he couldn't be speaking to her. Not in that tone of voice-not saying what he was saying. She was his little girl-the sweet and favored child that he'd always delighted in coddling and cuddling and spoiling.
But he was. She could read that all too clearly in her father's furious brown eyes.
She felt her brother's tongue slithering like a snake out of the oily morass of her cunt. A chill ran down her spine. Gooseflesh stood out all over her naked body. She felt torn by a thousand twisting fears and emotions.
Brown strode forward. Belatedly becoming aware that something was wrong, Doug released the grip his mouth had on his sister's pussy and wiggled out from between her thighs. With wisps of wet and matted cunt fur lying on his forehead, he found himself staring up into his father's face.
"Dad," he said, and then the man gripped his daughter by the arm and yanked her off the bed.
"Wait, Dad-I can explain," he said, standing. He knew how lame he sounded. But he had to say something!
He looked at his sister. She stood swaying, as if about to faint, holding her hair back from her face with a white and trembling hand. Her brother's heart fell as he looked at her lovely face. His own come was smeared all around her mouth and running down her chin!
"You filthy, immoral, perverted little slut," his father snarled. He shook her arm. "Look at me when I'm talking to you-look at me!" Roughly he spun the naked teenager to face him.
He gasped. "Great God," he choked. "You have sperm all over your face, running out your mouth. Your own brother's semen! You disgusting whore!"
Joss felt tears begin, hot and blinding. She opened her mouth. Her father's open hand slammed into her cheek, rocking her head back with a sound like a gunshot.
She fell back. Her father held her up by the arm as he backhanded her across the face. Her cheeks burned and her ears rang as she fought to escape him. She couldn't get away.
For a moment Doug watched paralyzed with horror as his father pummeled his baby sister's face. Tears were rolling down Joss's rapidly-reddening cheeks. Her mouth was working, trying to plead with her father to stop, but all she could do was sob in great broken gasps. Her big jugs bounced to the tempo of the slaps her father was giving her.
Something snapped inside Doug. "Let her alone, goddamit!" he shouted. Brown looked up in amazement as his son launched himself off the bed. The boy's limp cock swung between his legs, drooling jism and his sister's saliva. "Let her go!"
He grabbed his father's free arm. Brown shoved Joss back into a chest of drawers. She gasped as the edge of the chest caught her in the back, then screamed as her father hit Doug full in the face. The youth fell back across a corner of the bed, then slumped to the floor.
Her father stood, breathing heavily. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That'll teach you to interfere with me," he grunted. He turned to Joss, and his eyes seemed to burn as he looked her over.
She felt a hot flush starting in her already-smarting cheeks and in her stomach, spreading all over her body, filling her cunt and bare, scrumptious boobs with a strange tingly sensation. There was something in the way her father was devouring her nude and nubile young body with his eyes that scared her far more than mere rage would have. With a spurt of sudden fear she pushed off from the dresser, shot past her father and out the bedroom door, running like a deer for the stairs.
She heard heavy footfalls behind her, turned her head to look, and stepped on a loose throw rug that skidded away from her on the polished hardwood floor. With a little cry she went down on her ass.
Then her father had her by the shoulder, dragging her to her feet. "Come along, you little bitch," he said heavily, slurring the words as if he were drunk. "It's time I taught you a lesson." He stood her up and marched her to his room.
It was like seeing the room for the first time. The familiar buff-colored walls and long brown drapes holding back the afternoon sunlight, the big chest of drawers, the four-poster bed, on whose side she'd perched as a child, while her mother read her stories and her father laughed and tousled her hair-where the day before she'd watched her father fuck Sally Reddin into an orgasmic delirium of joy.
"What are you going to do to me, Daddy," she said in a tiny voice. She sniffled.
He threw her across the room with all his might. She stumbled against the bed, tumbled into its softness. He walked to the closet and yanked open the double doors. "Do with you?" he growled. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. God, what a slut!"
"No, Daddy!" she cried, clutching her face with his hands. "Don't say that! Please, don't say it!" Her father ignored her. He seemed to be looking for something.
In a moment he turned from the closet. To Joss's puzzlement, she saw he had several neckties draped over his arm-silk ones, expensive ones her mother had given him. For a moment she felt a familiar pang of loss, then curiosity and apprehension overcame it.
Brown came toward her, loosening his collar and undoing the tie about his neck. Unconsciously Joss drew away from him. She wiped her mouth, felt something sticky on the back of her hand. She looked down.
Doug's jism, drying. She shuddered. What have I done?
She became aware of her father standing over her. His shirt collar was open about his thick neck. He was breathing heavily. She sat on the bed looking up at him. She was acutely aware of her nakedness, of the heavy boobs bared to her father's gaze, the wedge-shaped tuft of cunt fur tucked between her slim and tender thighs, the slow trickle of pussy oils that leaked from her cuntlips, legacy of the stupendous cunt-eating her brother had given her. She felt lost. Alone.
With the swiftness of a striking snake her father's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. She gave a small gasp and tried to pull away. Holding her tight, he quickly knotted the tie he'd been wearing around her wrist.
"What-?" the girl said, startled. With a sudden heave of his big shoulders her father dumped her over on her belly. Her boobs drove deep into the yielding mattress. At another time the caress of the silk bedspread on her wantonly naked nipples would have turned her on. Now it only added a crawly tingle to the fear in her stomach.
The breath whooshed out of the nude adolescent as her father straddled her slim waist. He dragged her wrist to a walnut bedpost and tied it in place. Then he seized her other arm and tied it to the other post at the head of the bed.
"Daddy-Daddy!" Joss's voice was shrill with a panic born of utter incomprehension. Why was her father doing this? What did he have in mind? "Stop! Please, stop!"
He slapped her upturned ass with his hands. She yipped with pain. Like a cowboy in the saddle he turned astride his naked, prostrate daughter and grabbed her thigh. For a moment his grip lingered there, as if he was savoring the feel of her satiny, unblemished flesh. Then his hand slid down to grasp her ankle. Leaning far back, he secured her leg to a post as he'd done with her arms.
The thought that she was three-quarters tied down galvanized the girl to action. Her face was crushed into a pillow so that she had to fight to breathe. She kicked with her free leg, trying to throw her father off balance, trying to tear clear of the restraints that held her arms and other leg-trying to do something, anything, to keep her father from carrying out whatever he had in mind for her!
The slim brown leg thrashed wildly through the air. Cursing, Brown clutched at it, let out a great hoarse cry as a flying foot caught him on the cheekbone. "Goddam you, slut!" he bellowed, bringing the flat of his hand with crushing force onto Joss's vulnerable ass. "You'll pay for that!"
The pain of the blow to her ass made the girl gasp. She lay as if stunned by its force. Her father caught her leg and tied it to the bed with the last of his neckties.
She was trapped.
Brown got off the bed and stood back. He admired his handiwork. His daughter was spread-eagled on the yellow-covered bed. Her buttcheeks were perfect mounds of creamy flesh, though their delicate color was turning to pink from the impact of his heavy hands. Between them, at the top of her tapered thighs, was the merest hint of her cunt-bush.
He let out a ragged sigh and took off his belt.
"Now, honey," he said, and his voice was much calmer now. "I really hate to have to do this. But I have to. You've got to learn how to behave decently. What you've done is too ... too obscene to go unpunished. You understand, don't you?"
"NO!" the girl shrieked through a sudden cloudburst of tears. "I don't understand at all! Why are you doing this, Daddy? What are you doing to me?"
For an answer he raised his arm high and brought the belt whistling down with all his might to land on the jutting roundness of her right butt-cheek.
"Ooohhh!" howled the captive girl. Her body bucked off the bed as if of its own accord, her body bending in the middle as the ties at wrists and ankles held her limbs in place. Bedsprings creaked as she fell back down.
She was breathless with the pain. It was a if her butt was on fire from the touch of the thick leather strap. Each heartbeat brought a searing pulse of pain to the abused assflesh.
Before she could fully recover her breath, she heard the whine of the belt coming down again. Every muscle in her trim young body tensed. The belt landed atop her other buttcheek.
"Ahhh!" Her muscles tied themselves into knots, but she didn't leap into the air this time. Though the pain swam in red currents behind her eyes she resolved to keep as much control as she could. She was going to be brave. She was going to fight the pain. She was going to....
The belt came down again. This time it struck in the tender pink crevasse between the firm hillocks of Joss's ass. It was like having her asscrack touched with a red-hot iron.
"Yaaah!" she cried and her body bounced around on the bed, mad with desire to get away from the slashing, stinging leather belt. Brown watched in satisfaction as his daughter's nude body writhed eel-like on the yellow silk.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Joss, honey," he said mildly. "You'll understand eventually. You'll thank me for this some day."
"Noooooo!" Joss screamed. "No more! I've learned, Daddy-honestly I have. I won't do it again, I'll do anything you say, only please don't-"
The belt whirred like an angry bee, struck at Joss's butt. It left another broad stripe across the crimson welts the leather had already drawn on the delicate assflesh. Joss's words rose into a mindless scream of agony.
Then Brown was whipping her for all he was worth, his arm rising and falling like a piston, the crack of leather on shrinking, cringing assflesh like the sound of a sheet snapping in a high wind. Line after broad red line appeared on the once-pale skin of the captive's butt, till the globes of Joss's ass glowed cherry red. The tender buttcheeks worked and ground against each other as their owner squirmed beneath the relentless, agonizing rain of blows. The pucker of the girl's asshole winked now and again at her father from between the madly rolling hills of her butt. Her screams rose and fell like a siren.
Finally the big man felt his strength beginning to give. His arm ached with exertion. He brought the belt down flat across both halves of his daughter's rump, eliciting a weak and hopeless squeal. Then he let his arm fall to his side. The leather strap slithered off Joss's butt. She sucked her breath in over clenched teeth as the belt abraded the tortured skin of her ass.
The tall man stood regarding his daughter's nude and helpless form. She looked so like Ann-the long hair laid in auburn waves down her slim and shapely back, the narrowness of her waist and the womanly fullness of her hips, the curvature of her lovely ass. It touched something deep within him. Awoke a longing so strong and urgent that it could not be denied!
Joss dimly heard the rustle of clothing behind her. She lacked the energy to turn and see what was happening. She was drained physically and emotionally from the brutal beating her father had dealt her ass.
How had all this happened? She could scarcely remember. Was it only yesterday that her accidental spying on her father as he fucked Sally Reddin in the mouth and then up her fiery-furred pussy had brought her face to face with the lusts within her own nubile body for the first time in her life? It seemed like it was an eternity ago.
She wished it had never happened. It wasn't just the pain that pulsated in slow beats from her well-beaten butt. It was the humiliation of realizing what she had done to cause all this to happen.
It was true. She was a slut. She had seduced her own brother! She deserved all she got-no physical pain could possibly be as acute as the misery in her soul. She-
A weight came down on her back and crushed the air from her lungs.
For a moment she had no idea what had happened. She seemed about to drown in the yielding softness of the mattress. She jerked her head up, brought her face clear of the pillow so that she could draw a cooling breath.
"Relax, sweetheart," came her father's voice in her ear. He put his hand on her shoulder.
The touch made her cry out. Her father had flung himself on top of her. And he was as naked as she was!
There was no mistaking the feel of bare, sweaty skin on hers. The salt sweat stung her tormented rump. And something like a hard, heavy log was lying in the furrow between the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, my God," she whispered.
Her father nuzzled her throat. He slipped a hand beneath her, to cup one full boob. He squeezed a nipple scissors-style between two fingers. "It's all right," he murmured. "Take it easy, doll. Just give you father a little bit of what you gave your brother. That's all."
His words electrified her. He couldn't mean it! His mighty cock gave a huge pulse between her asscheeks, and she knew that he did.
Squeezing her tit with one hand, he raised himself with his other. The underside of the cock slid along the crack of Joss's ass. The groove between her buttocks was sore from the whipping he'd given her. The sliding cock felt like sandpaper. She shivered and moaned.
"Don't, Daddy," she pleaded. "You don't understand!" She squirmed futilely beneath his bulk.
Her father's face clouded over. "Bitch!" he shouted. "You'll give it to your brother, but you want to hold out on me! Aren't I good enough for you? We'll see about that!"
Poised over the tied-up teenager, he took his mighty prick in hand. Joss felt the rubbery tip caress her poopchute and the dry skin between her asshole and the virgin mouth of her pussy. "Wait!" she cried, as Brown slid the tip of his prick between her slack pink cunt flaps.
With a shout of triumph he drove his rigid cock home in his daughter's cunt.
Before the gigantic prick had gone more than three inches into Joss's cunt tunnel it fetched up short. "What's this?" Brown grunted. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Joss's back.
He pushed against the resistance. His cockhead was being compressed by something slightly flexible. "I'll be damned," he said. "You're still cherry!"
"Y-yes!" Joss sobbed. The pressure of her father's prick against her cherry sent stabs of pain into her cunt.
For a moment he paused. His daughter could feel his heartbeat racing inside the stalk of his cock. He seemed to be debating whether to go ahead and rape his bound daughter, even though she was still a virgin. For a moment the girl felt hope.
Then his hand left her jug, shifted to hook her hipbone, pulled hard as he thrust with his hips. There was a moment of intolerable stretching. "Aggghhh!" choked the girl, and then the dam broke.
"Aiii!"It was a piercing wail of utter agony. Joss felt as if she were being torn wide open as her cherry burst and her father's huge cock surged into her pussy.
The cock felt as big around as her father's arm as it pushed into Joss's cunt. The walls of her untried pussy were stretched out of shape with awful, agonizing suddenness. She gasped and gobbled and thrashed at the pain as inch after inch of pounding prick violated her cunt.
Just when she felt that the throbbing cockhead would reach her tonsils, just when the pain was too great to bear, Joss felt her father's crotch thump against her butt. "Uhhh," she groaned as he rolled his hips and stirred his big cock around in her cunt. It felt as if a rolling pin had been stuck in her cunt and was twisting its membranes every which way. And the crisp hair at the base of the prick was rasping the tenderized skin of her ass till it seemed her butt was being flayed!
"God-fucking-damn!" Brown gritted out. He got a grip on his daughter's left tit and squeezed so hard she gasped with fresh pain. "I can't believe how tight your pussy is!"
Joss didn't answer. She had no words to say. And even if she had, the anguish of having her pussy jammed full of giant cock had taken her breath away!
She clenched her fists. She felt the tendons in her calves draw so tense it seemed they would break. Her father's massive cock was tearing her apart-she had to get it out of her pussy! She moved her ass from side to side. Her father crushed her tit brutally, and the fingers of his other hand dug deep furrows in the soft flesh of her hip. "Ahhh," she whimpered.
Maybe I can force it out, she thought. Her hips were jerking faster now, to and fro, trying to pull her cunt free of the titanic shaft of prick impaling it. At the same time she sucked in a deep breath and tightened the muscles of her belly with a mighty effort.
"Aaahhhh!" Her father scooped up two handfuls of tit flesh and ground his crotch against her flaming asscheeks. Impossibly, he forced another half-inch of steely cock into the girl's reluctant pussy.
Brown's cock was being crushed within his daughter's cunt. At the same time the tight sheath of the girl's pussy twisted and flowed around his cockbar with furious motion. The fact that the channel of Joss's cunt was bone-dry despite the free flow of pussy oils earlier, only served to intensify the delight flowing through his rampant cock!
Her father's body covered Joss's completely. The large man muttered garbled lust-words into her ear and lapped at her neck like a friendly dog. Her skin crawled at his touch, at the warmth and wetness of his saliva. The tortured tube of her cunt wanted to somehow pull away from contact with the invading cock. The pain from her ripped maidenhead was like a raw wound.
Gradually it dawned on the captive teenager that the more she struggled the more pleasure filled her father's cunt-plowing cock. She relaxed abruptly, willing herself to He perfectly still. Don't move, she told herself. Maybe he'll lose interest. Just hold out against the pain a little longer ... Her hands and feet were growing numb from loss of circulation. The knots that bound her to the four upright posts still held, and all her strength could not tear the strong silken ties.
For a moment her father lay still. She felt the cock expand and contract inside her pussy, keeping time with his thudding pulse. She let out her breath in a shaky sigh. Perhaps the horror was over.
The next instant her father's hips pulled up away from her captive body. Her cunt lips clung unwillingly to the thick prick as it withdrew. "Ohhhh!"
Joss wailed as the agony flowed fresh from her pussy.
Slowly the cock pulled free of the reluctant embrace of her snatch. "That's it, baby," her father cooed in her ear. "God, I love your sweet little pussy."
Her stomach turned over at his words. He couldn't be saying those things! He was her own father-her very own father.
And he was raping her!
Brown pulled his prick from his daughter's cunt with such excruciating slowness that the lovely young captive dug her nails into her palms till they bled. At last only the cone-shaped purple head of the pillar-like cock was still trapped inside Joss's pussy. Propped on his elbows, his hands kneading her ripe boobs like mounds of putty, he looked down at his prick. There were thin streams of blood wrapped like veins around his cock. So he had busted the girl's cherry, after all.
For a moment he let himself fully feel the tightness of the no-longer-virgin cuntlips encircling his cockhead. Then he fucked his cock back into Joss's helpless cunt as hard as he could.
The girl howled hoarsely as her father's cock was buried balls-deep in her cunt. The pain was briefer but a thousand times as sharp. It was like lightning exploding in her cunt!
Her father went mad with lust. He fucked his huge prick in and out of Joss's pussy with incredible force. Every time his crotch slammed her butt it drove the air from her lungs, and each time he fucked his spear of prick from her cunt she drew a wavering breath. It was the only way she could breathe under the onslaught of her father's incestuous screwing.
The anguish in her cunt rose and fell in waves to the rhythm of the pistoning cock. She felt her jugs being worked and fondled by the strong hands that had once gently stroked her hair. Her nipples had grown hard now, for what reason she didn't know. But her father's fingers didn't thrill the sensitive nubbins of titflesh; the touch was pure pain. Her ass was still smarting from the loving caresses of her father's belt, and each time he ground his hairy crotch against it the pain grew worse. But overriding all else was the driving agony of the cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
That and the knowledge that it was her own father who was savagely ravishing her captive cunt!
The feel of the girl's nude body beneath his was sheer delight. Brown had forgotten how tight a virgin cunt could be. He was fucking his daughter with a frenzied abandon he hadn't known in years. And it just made it all the sweeter that the lovely adolescent bound to his bed like a pagan sacrifice to his mighty cock was his own daughter!
In and out of the pink-lipped pussy he worked his cock. At each cockstroke Joss's cunt seemed to grow tighter. The big man knew it was an illusion. As his hairy ball-sac tautened and blood rushed to his already-gorged cock in anticipation of a thunderous orgasm, his prick was swelling, filling the pussy-passage more and more.
"Get ready for it, darling," he grunted. "I'm about to come!"
"Uhhhh-nooooo!" Fresh tears streamed from her clear green eyes to stain the pillow. This was it-the final degradation. Her own father's seething jism was about to fill her pussy, violating her, soiling her.
Brown's hands clutched like talons at her jugs. Her body tautened in anticipation of the flood of come. "Here-it-comes!" Brown yelled. His cock gave a tremendous pulse deep within the girl's cunt.
Come blasted into Joss's cunt with fantastic force. She gasped at the power of the jism-stream. Then the cock spat again and her cunt began to fill with acrid come. The walls of her pussy were raw from the attack of her father's cock. His bubbling sperm stung like lye.
The cock pulsed inside the girl's cunt like a beating heart. A seemingly endless stream of jism squirted into her pussy. She felt it back up to the sodden mouth of her cunt, bubble up around the base of her father's cock, well from her pussy and drool down through the fine crisp fur foresting her cuntbun. It coated the bucking, spewing cock like slime. It seemed to be filling Joss's body. She screamed.
CHAPTER FIVE
The girl's gloved thumb went up. The car went by without pausing. The backwash of air from its passage washed over he, adding its own bite to the unseasonably icy wind that ate through her coat and garments.
It was a hell of a day to hit the road. But then she didn't have much choice.
Though she tried to keep the memories safely chained away in the back of her head, some of them managed to escape anyhow. She remembered with a churning of nausea the way her father had kept fucking his giant blood-gorged prick in and out of her pain-filled pussy until long after the vast quantities of come stored in his balls had been exhausted into her naked, bound, abused body. How finally he'd pulled himself off her, his jism-slimed prick oozing like a worm from her pussy, and then knelt behind her and lay the lank length of cock between the once-snowy hillocks of her ass. The tender furrow between her buttcheeks was even more sensitive than usual, due to the whipping he'd given her. The touch of the fat, gooey cock on her asscrack had been incredibly gross.
He'd left her, then, to take a shower. Afterwards he came back and fucked her again, while she screamed and struggled with renewed pain. Even the second time around her pussy hadn't been able to take in that enormous slab of cockmeat without agony!
This time was different, though. Brown didn't fuck his captive daughter's pussy till he blew off a second load of jism. Instead he pumped her cunt until he was on the very razor edge of coming, then yanked his prick free of Joss's cunt, moved to the head of the bed, and held the girl's nose till she had to open her mouth to breathe. Then he'd fucked his cock expertly between her unwilling lips, jammed the throbbing length of prick to the hilt in her throat.
There had been something slippery and strong-tasting on her father's cock when he face-fucked her, and from the blow-job she'd given her brother she knew it wasn't come. It was the fragrant sauce of her own pussy! She didn't know what sickened her more-the forbidden flavor of pussy, the knowledge that it was her own cunt juice she was being forced to consume along with her father's cock-or the knowledge that her traitor body had responded enough to the brutal, incestuous rape for her pussy to lubricate itself with hot, thick cunt oils!
But the huge prick was no sooner thrust to the balls between her cheeks than it quivered and fired off another charge of jism, choking her, filling her throat and mouth with bleachy come-taste. That had at least eradicated the essense of cunt that tormented the girl. And after drinking her own brother's come so avidly, being forced to swallow her father's sizzling sperm wasn't all that bad.
At least it didn't hurt so much as having that outsized cock ream her tender twat.
He'd released her then, thrown her from the bedroom naked, shivering, half-crazy with grief and humiliation, desolate with the realization that the world she'd grown up in had fallen in ashes about her.
Her brother's door was closed when she went to her own room. He must have still been out from the blow their father had given him when he'd gone to Joss's aid. She stood at the doorway for a moment, fearful that he was dead. Then she heard his regular slow breathing. She felt an urge to go to him, see if he needed her care. But she lacked the strength. Her own plight was more than she could handle.
Instead she'd crept on into her own bed and cried herself into a sleep filled with formless dreams of violence and pain.
She'd risen with a dawn the color of dirty cotton. The house was dead still. She'd dressed hurriedly, taken her pitiful savings from its hiding place in the back of an old photo album, pulled on her coat and the yellow wool stocking cap with the pompom on top her mother had given her last Christmas. The feeling of degradation of the night before had passed like the pain of the beating and forcible fucking by her father-or rather had died into a vague, numb ache within her. Not even the thought of her mother, so recently dead, stirred emotion within her. All she allowed herself to feel was the certain, pressing conviction that she could not stay in the same house with her father a second longer.
Sooner or later it would catch up with her, the pain. But by the time it did she had to be gone far and fast.
She made herself think rationally. She couldn't go to hide at a friend's house, and she couldn't go back to school. Her dreams of being a cheerleader, so recently on their way to fulfillment, faded into nothingness. She knew she could never bring herself to tell anyone what reason she had for running away from home. Especially since it was her own horniness, her own seducing her brother into eating her virgin cunt while she sucked his delicious and delightful prick, that had gotten her into trouble in the first place!
That meant that if she was caught she'd be sent straight back to her father. And that she couldn't take. She'd kill herself first!
Something within her rebelled at the notion of suicide. Part of her mind was still lucid enough to remind her that however terrible things were, she was still young, with most of life before her. Things would be better. Some day.
But now, all she had was twenty-seven dollars and eleven cents, a wintry day, a line of cars passing on the freeway as if the lonely, slender girl standing on the shoulder with thumb extended didn't even exist.
She was so numb with cold and deep depression that for a moment it didn't register that the last vehicle to pass had been slowing in the shoulder lane, its right signal blinking as if it meant to pull to the side. There was no freeway exit for another mile and a half. With something like hope she turned and looked down the road.
It was stopped not fifty yards away, a black and orange van with elaborate chrome exhausts and shiny mag wheels in back. The passenger door was open. A friendly arm waved to her. Clutching her purse to her hobbling boobs she ran along the gravel toward it.
The face that greeted her was smiling, handsome, and male. Its owner was perhaps her brother's age. Despite the chill of the day he was wearing a black teeshirt with nothing under it. Muscles rippled in his arm as he helped the girl into the van.
His partner turned to Joss and nodded, grinning. His hair was light as his partner's was midnight black, and his eyes were grey. As Joss seated herself on the carpet-padded engine housing between the youths, she saw the boy who'd helped her in had pale blue eyes that contrasted sharply with his hair. It gave him a slightly wolfish, chilling look. But there was also something about his appearance that gave the girl a tingling sensation that was still too new to be familiar to her-a tingling deep in her cunt.
"I'm Joss," she said, not willing to tell them her last name. She was wary of giving away too much to total strangers. Though these two seemed nice enough. They'd stopped for her, after all, when everyone else was passing her by.
The driver glanced sidelong and smiled. "Pleas-ed to meet you-Joss," he said, with a pause before her name to show he hadn't missed her omission. "I'm Phil. My friend there's Greg."
She turned to the black-haired youth. Shyness tightened her throat. "Hi," she said.
"Hi."
"Going anywhere special?" Phil asked as he guided the car back into the morning traffic. For a moment Joss felt panic. She had no idea where she planned to go!
Her eyes flickered frantically around, and by lucky chance caught a green and white freeway sign passing on the left. "Why, uh, Phoenix," she said.
Phil threw what might have been a knowing grin to his partner. "Long way from home, isn't it?"
Joss's tonguetip moistened her lips. "Why-no, not at all. I mean, I travel around all the time. I-I thumb a lot." She knew it was unconvincing, knew that her tone alone was enough to give her away. But she was flustered. There was something here, some kind of tension, that she didn't understand or know how to deal with.
"Hmm," said the blond boy. "Just happens we're going that way ourselves." He shifted into third. He turned to look at his friend, and his smile was definitely unpleasant.
"We got lots of time, Greg," he said. "Why don't you take our new little friend into the back and sort of get acquainted?"
Fifteen, naive, and numb as she was, Joss knew the boy could only have one thing in mind. Before she could act, his black-haired friend had put his hand below the jut of her tits and pushed hard. She went over backwards in a flying tangle of long legs.
Without giving her a chance to recover, Greg swarmed over the engine and grabbed her. She struggled, screamed. He wrapped a brawny arm around her waist and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Here, honey, don't make so much noise," he laughed. "Gets too loud in here."
She bit him.
He yanked his hand away as if it had been burned. "God damn you, bitch," he hollered. He flung her away. She fetched up against the vibrating side of the van. Her head spun. She put her hands on the faded carpet to steady herself.
Greg reached for her. She sat as if transfixed as her jerked open her coat so hard buttons flew. t Then he hooked his fingers into the high neck of her green turtle-necked sweater and pulled. The sweater opened with a shredding sound.
Joss gasped. For a moment she sat still, unable to move. An evil light grew in Greg's pale eyes as they took in the sight of the girl's plentiful mounds of titflesh, barely concealed and restrained by her lacy bra. He licked his lips.
"No! Stop!" The girl tried to bat his hand away as he reached for her bra. He caught her wrist and grabbed a handful of boob with his other hand.
"Ahhh," he said. "Lovely!" The jug was firm and resilient in his hand. The girl shook her head in a frenzy of fear.
"Let me go. Let me go!" she cried. Greg laughed and stuck two fingers down the front of her bra, between her heavy, protruding boobs. Slowly, he pulled at the garment. Joss felt her tits beginning to slip out of the cups.
"Stop it," she said with a semblance of calmness. "You won't get away with this!"
Greg roared with laughter and tore the bra open with a snap.
Her boobs tumbled out. The nipples made figure-eights in the air as her tits jiggled. She tried to cover her dark-nippled, moon-pale jugs from the boy's lustful eyes, but he pulled her arms away.
"How we doing back there?" Phil asked over his shoulder.
"You should see the tits on this bitch," his partner said. "Fan-fucking-tastic!"
Anger welled up inside the girl. To hear herself discussed as if she were a piece of meat or flashing her pussy in some beaver mag infuriated her. A slim-fingered hand lashed out, and long nails raked across the black-haired youth's face.
With a cry of pain and outrage Greg fell back. He slapped a hand to his cheek. It came away bloody from the scratches Joss's nails had left.
"Damn you." The words were quiet, almost a whisper. "Damn you! You'll pay for that like you've never imagined!"
She tried to avoid him, but he was too quick for her. One hand seized a slim arm while the other slashed flat-handed across her naked, swaying tits. "Aggghhhh!" she screamed, as agony exploded from her jugs.
Holding her arm in steely fingers Greg reached to the back of the van. There was a chain coiled back there, and several padlocks. Snarling with rage he whipped one end of the chain about the squirming girl's wrists and started to lock it. "Nooooo!" Joss sobbed, the tears coursing down her cheeks. "That's too tight!"
Greg looked at her. The steel-blue eyes were cold as ice. The girl's stomach did a slow flip-flip. She could expect no mercy from this young man.
He jerked the chain even tighter about her wrists and locked it in place with a snap.
He stood up. Joss sat with her tits slowly rising and falling. Fear and pain had made her nipples stand erect, and the patches of her areoles seemed to be spreading across the tips of her rounded boobs. For a moment he balanced against the motion of the van, then yanked the girl to her feet, reeling her in like a hooked fish.
A wicked tug on the chain, and the pains it sent shooting up her arms, convinced her resistance would be useless-and foolish. She got to her feet as quickly as she was able. Just as she rose the van ran over a chuckhole and sent her staggering against the boy.
He laughed, put his arm around her and cupped a full young tit. Joss bit her lip as he squeezed the pliant titflesh. "That hurts," she whimpered. "Don't do it so hard!"
For an instant she thought she'd made a mistake, that her pleas would only incite Greg to crush her tit in his powerful-looking hand until the captive teenager couldn't stand it. Instead he let go. Joss breathed a sigh of relief.
Several inches above her head two metal supports crossed, helping hold up the roof. Greg tossed the free end of the chain over their joining, then pulled down hard. Joss felt her wrists being pulled up over her head. "Stop, puh-leeze," she begged. "Let me go. I'll do anything you want. I'll even-I'll even let you fuck me!"
Greg locked the chain to itself. Joss was hung from the ceiling like a chandelier. Her feet were still on the floor. But she was helpless, unable to escape, unable to shield the twin treasures of her jugs bouncing enticingly as the van rolled down the highway.
The blood was drying in long smears on Greg's cheek. "I'll fuck you, all right," he promised. "Don't ever worry about that." He looked around. There was a nylon rope coiled behind Phil's seat. The blond youth kept casting glances over his shoulder to see what was going on. His thin face was flushed with excitement.
Greg bent over and picked up the rope, holding it about eighteen inches from its end so that it hung like a tail from his hand. He turned to the pinioned adolescent, studied her speculatively, and lashed out to whip her full across the boobs with the rope.
"Uhhh!" The incandescent agony that blazed from Joss's boobs called for a full-throated scream. But she could only grunt a moan of anguish. It was like having her jug seared with a branding iron!
Greg studied the red mark developing like a photographic image on the milky whiteness of the prisoner's tit. His stroke had missed the stiff brown nipples, passing above the right one and down below the other. He nodded and struck again.
This time the rope bit into both nipples and drove them deep into the cushiony pillows of her jugs.
"Yuhhh!" howled the girl. Her glorious auburn hair whipped her bare shoulders as she shook her head in mindless agony. Her shriek was ear-piercing in the confines of the van.
The vehicle swerved as Phil jerked around to see what was going on. "My God, what did you do?" he yelled. "I almost went off the fucking road."
"The slut tore up my face. I'm teaching her not to do shit like that."
Phil glanced at the road ahead, back at his friend. "Lay off on the rope, for chrissake. You'll cut her tits to pieces."
"She clawed me!"
"So tough. Don't mark up the merchandise. I want her intact for my share. And don't forget our little plan."
For a moment the black-haired youth looked rebellious. Then he shrugged his shoulders. The rope fell to the floor.
"Have it your way," he said grudgingly. "But I'm still going to give this bitch something to think about."
"Just so you don't leave any marks." Phil turned his attention back to the road.
Joss's tongue protruded pinkly from between her lips. The pain washing through her jugs was intense. It felt as if Greg had already cut her tits to pieces!
She felt his hands fumbling at the fly of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, drawing them down over her still-slim hips. She sighed as he pulled off her shoes and pulled her legs from her jeans. He was going to fuck her now. She guessed he'd be satisfied with that. It was better than having him lash at her vulnerable jugs with that awful rope!
In her relief she didn't think too deeply about Phil's reference to the "little plan" he shared with his friend. Nor did she recall Greg's promise to give her something to think about. But she was reminded of it soon enough!
He was behind her now. She could feel his hot breath falling between her shoulderblades as he pulled down her panties. He bent to take them all the way off, and she felt his breath feathering down her spine, tickling the swell of her asscheeks. She sighed in resignation.
Greg gazed at the captive's naked butt. The marks of her father's belt had vanished completely, returning her butt to its normal shade of white tinged with healthy pink. The skin was smooth and taut over the pert mounds of assflesh.
He straightened, unzipping his own fly. Joss craned her neck to look down as he tugged his rigid prick into the open air. His cock was much smaller than Doug's or her father's-only six inches or so long. That was good. The girl didn't think she could survive another fucking with a giant cock-club like her father's!
Greg bent at the knees and wrapped his hands around her hipbones. Joss felt the cock prod at the rubbery folds of her outer cuntlips. Then the conical head of the prick found the slit between her dainty inner pussy flaps. It wedged the cuntlips apart and Greg moaned with animal lust as he slid his hard cock up into his victim's cunt.
Joss was prepared for another tearing agony such as she'd felt when her father's big cock fucked into her helpless pussy. It never came. There was a stretching sensation, a feeling of fullness, but they didn't rip at her guts with pain. In fact, it almost felt good!
She felt Greg's bony hips press her butt, the satiny skin of her ass was tickled by the hair at the base of his cock. In spite of her predicament a small sound of pleasure escaped her lips. Her pussy was actually enjoying being wrapped around the boy's prick!
Greg put his palms on the outsides of Joss's asscheeks. The girl moaned with sudden rising fever of lust and writhed against him. Bracing her feet on the floor she ground her butt back into his crotch, impaling her pussy still further on the stiff pole of his cock.
He felt cunt sauces begin to percolate around his cunt-swallowed cock. "That's right," he murmured. "You love my cock, honey-it loves you!" Slowly he pulled his prick from Joss's pussy. Its length was glossed with the tangy oils of her pussy. The girl rolled her hips with instinct born of sheer lust. Both their voices joined in a long hum of joy.
Greg drew his cock out almost to the end, then crammed it back up Joss's cunt with a force that made her gasp. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes, do it, do it-fuck meee!"
"You asked for it!" Greg's hips jerked back, and the sweet suction in her cunt when the cock pulled out made Joss's head swim. Then the cock was driven back into her cunt with a lewd, wet sound. Her fingers twined with the chain that held her wrists as she surrendered herself to her passion.
Her nipples were gorged with blood and taut, quivering with the fury of Joss's desire. Even the air moving in the compartment seemed to caress her tit-tips with a lover's thrilling touch. The flow of juices in her pussy became a torrent, leaking out around the plunging piston of Greg's cock and soaking his balls.
The boy was fucking her hard, fast, and single-minded ly. It was sheer delight. The expansion and contraction of her cunt membranes as the cock plunged in and out was a pleasure almost as intense as having her brother's mouth at work on her clit!
"The cock popped free, "ahhhh," Joss moaned. "Don't stop! Stick it back in me. Ram your cock all the way to my tonsils!"
"Oh, I will," Greg said. His voice was husky and burred with his own raging lust-but it was a lust for more than simple fucking. "I most certainly will!"
He clutched her buttcheeks with both hands and spread them. The girl rolled her head loosely on her neck. She didn't know what the boy was doing, but she wished he'd hurry up and jam his cock back into her needy cunt.
Then the tip of his cockhead touched her asshole, and her blood froze.
She felt the pressure begin. With strong hands forcing the demi-globes of her ass apart, her poop-chute was being drawn inexorably open. And once the tip of the prick wedged open the portal of her ass, it would be easy for him to slide his cunt-greased cock right up her rectum!
"Nooo!" she choked. "You can't do that!"
"Why not?" Greg asked. He slipped his thumbs down to flank her butthole and stretched it open, driving forward with his hips. Joss felt a pop and a sudden unbearable fullness as the purple cockhead was inserted in her butthole.
"Gaaah!" she shouted. It wasn't pain, exactly. But the intrusion of the head of Greg's prick in her ass gave her an awful feeling, as if her body was being inflated like a balloon. "Get it out!"
"How can I? I haven't even gotten it in yet." As he said it, the boy was busily remedying the situation. His hands held Joss's waist firmly as he began to force his prick into the reluctant recesses of her butt.
"Huhh!" A tortured inhalation was the only protest Joss could muster at this obscene invasion of the forbidden portal of her poopchute. Her stomach went flat and hard as she tightened her every muscle in a desperate effort to deny the thrusting cock entry to her asshole. It did no good. All it achieved was greater pressure on Greg's cock-and that just made him hornier still!
Inch after inch of iron-like cock slid into the protesting ass channel. The passage of the prick along the girl's rectum was beginning to cause her excruciating pain. Despite the layer of her own slick cunt sauces smearing the cockshaft, it still felt as if the invading prick was flaying the sensitive membranes from her ass passage as it went.
The girl could feel her snowy round buttcheeks being forced farther and farther apart. The feeling of awful, bloated fullness got worse and worse, till she seemed about to burst apart. "Ghuunnn," she groaned, shaking her head in a spray of red-brown hair. "Get it ouuuut!"
Greg merely laughed. Fucking his cock into the captive teenager's sweet, sweet asshole was too much fun to stop!
The inflated head of his cock was surrounded by the crushing, delicious pressure of Joss's ass tunnel. The walls of her poopchute seemed to grip his prick. Delight jolted into his balls.
The lovely, naked captive sighed as she felt the fur at the base of Greg's cock rasp her butt. At least there was no more of that agonizing cock to be crammed up her asshole. The worst was surely over.
But it wasn't.
After a moment of savoring the incredible tightness that surrounded his ass-probing cock, Greg started to pull his stiff prick out. A surprised scream escaped Joss's lips. The blood-gorged prick felt even worse going out than it had coming in!
But even that was nothing to the agony that flared in her asshole as the boy began buttfucking her in earnest. Under different circumstances-say, if the pale-eyed, black-haired youth had had his stiff prick fucking her pussy instead-Joss might have thrilled to the strength, the sheer abandoned energy of the boy's fucking. But the cock felt like a splintery bar of wood being pumped in and out of her sensitive asshole. At every fierce cockstroke the tearing pain in her butt worsened.
She felt hot sweat dripping from Greg's face onto her upturned asscheeks. With every forward thrust of the cock she could feel the head pulsing its way up her ass channel, forcing the walls of her rectum apart to take in the unwanted spar of prickmeat. Each time the cock going up her ass was like a spear being driven into her belly.
The chains around her wrists were beginning to cut in. Her hands were numb, her tits still smarted from the caress of the rope. But all other discomfort and pain paled next to the torture of the reaming Greg's cock was giving her asshole!
Despite the cool in the van sweat stood out in pearly beads against her skin. She could feel the tension growing in her tormentor's body, in the claw-like strength of the fingers the dug into her lushly padded hips, the pulse of the heart transmitted through the cock as it fucked yet again into her butthole. Then she heard the youth grunt, cry out, and felt the rigid prick seem to swell as he drove it to the hilt in her ass with crushing force.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried. But her mind told her the torture was almost through. Greg would come in a minute, and it would be over....
The abused adolescent never thought of what it would be like when Greg came in her butt.
Until it happened.
"Auggh!" the boy shouted, pulling the naked white body toward him with all his might as he tried to stuff one more centimeter of cock up Joss's butt. "Holy shit, I'm coming!" His prick swelled hugely and then spat jism deep, deep in the girl's asshole.
It was like the blast of a flamethrower. The come shot into Joss's bowels with painful force, but it was the sensation when the salty come bubbled back along the deeply-buried shaft of Greg's prick that the horror really hit. The walls of hef ass were raw from the brutal onslaught of Greg's prick. The touch of his sperm on her tormented ass channel was like salt on an open wound.
Muscles stood out on Joss's tan arms as a paroxysm of sheer agony gripped her. "Ugg-gaaaiiieeee!" she shrieked, as another pump of Greg's prick sent fresh come streaming into her poopchute. Her asschannel was beginning to fill up with the stinging come.
Pulse and pulse again, Greg's deeply driven prick spewed come into the white-cheeked, captive butt. The seething sperm roiled back along Joss's ass channel till it bubbled out around Greg's cock. She felt a sticky stream of come run down into the hair foresting the mound of her cunt and tickle her slack pussy lips. And still the jism burned like liquid fire.
Joss screamed till she was hoarse, and her tears were a bitter flood. Would her torment never end?
CHAPTER SIX
Hanging there, naked, her jutting rump and shoulderblades perhaps eighteen inches off the floor of the van, her manacled wrists and ankles fastened by chains to the four corners of the ceiling, Joss almost missed having Greg brutally raping her asshole. The impalement of her virgin butt by the boy's cock had been hideous torment-but at least it was known.
Now, spreadeagled and suspended nude in a van parked on the edge of town, she had no idea what her captors had in store for her. That meant her imagination was given free rein to strive to see what agony they would inflict on her. Compared to the tortures that she suffered in her mind, the butt-fucking had been sheer ecstasy!
She could scarcely believe it had been a day and a night since she'd run away from home. Almost twenty-four hours since she'd been picked up-kidnapped-by Greg and Phil. It seemed like an eternity to the wretched prisoner. And that was what her tortured seagreen eyes saw stretching into the future as well: eternity in chains.
She'd long since lost count of the times her eyes filled with tears. Now they did so again.
After Greg had finished pumping the last of his hot come up her asshole he'd quickly pulled his deflating prick free of her ass's jism-slick embrace. She barely felt the cock finally sliding out of her poopchute; the first six inches of her rectum were a steady throb of pain. She felt come drooling sloppily from her asshole, and the sensation made her feel unclean all over. As the pain in her butt subsided she grew slowly aware that it felt as if her pinioned arms were being torn from their sockets.
They'd taken care of that, at least. With his rank, come-covered cock dangling between his thighs, Greg had unfastened the chain from the overhead supports. Joss slumped gratefully to the carpet and let the gentle rocking of the van lull her into semi-consciousness. Her wrists were still tied, but at least she wasn't still strung up like a side of beef.
Her respite was not allowed to last long. Rough hands had grabbed her under the armpits, hauled her forward to drape her unceremoniously over the throbbing engine housing. Other hands took her head, turned it to face the driver-and inserted a brand-new, stiff cock into her loose lips!
She gasped, but it was already too late. Phil had the tip of his cock in her mouth. He wasn't about to let her spit it out!
He had driven one-handed with incredible expertise while holding her head with the other hand cupped behind, forcing her face down the length of his prick. And what a cock it was! The girl's eyes had snapped open when she felt the rubbery cockhead slide pass her lips, and they got wider still as she got a good look at the cock Phil wanted her to swallow.
It was long and skinny and pale, nothing like the thick and meaty clubs of cock her brother and father possessed. But it was a good ten inches long!
He made her take it in. Every last inch of it.
She'd moaned and cried and struggled and gagged, and all to no avail. Even sucking joyfully on her beloved brother's prick, then being forced to consume her father's cock till it blew off a load of come down her throat hadn't prepared her for this feat of sword-swallowing! But all her squirmings helped her not one bit.
Except, perhaps, in one way. Her squirming excited Phil so that the blond-haired youth came off sooner than he might have. Joss's eyes were still glassy from having the tip of the prick rammed halfway to her stomach when the prick quivered and she felt the rush of come filling her throat, washing into her mouth in an acrid flood. Then the come had got into her nasal passages and she'd choked, with jism running out of her nose as well as from her cock-stuffed mouth.
That had sent Phil crazy.
"Y'know, man," he'd said, when at last his lust and come were spent in the captive's mouth, "we got us a real prize here. I think our little plan's gonna work."
Gr iad laughed hoarsely. Joss felt his eyes burning into her. She huddled herself a little tighter around her misery as she lay naked on the floor, feeling come congeal in her asshole and ooze from her lips. "Of course it's going to work," Greg said. "My ideas always work. This little chickie's going to make us a bunch of money!"
They'd both laughed uproariously at that. At the time she'd been too fogged with pain and bewilderment and humiliation to really think about what it meant. Now she had plenty of time, and her mind was clear.
She didn't like it any way she thought about it. There was a sound of an engine racing and loose dirt and gravel thrown up by spinning wheels. Instinctively she looked out the back windows. She saw nothing but the dull badlands of volcanic rock that fringed the city to the west, under a leaden low-hanging sky. The day was dismal as her prospects for the future.
From outside the van came voices. They were masculine voices, and sounded cheerful. Joss knew they were discussing her. Her heart sank.
There was a crunch of footsteps on gravel, and then the back door handle turned. The door swung open. A draft of cool air washed over the naked, exposed lips of Joss's pussy. She shivered, and goosebumps appeared all over her helpless nude body.
"Holy shit," a voice said. "That's-"
"That's just the big-titted teenybopper you've had the hots for all year, Frank," she heard Phil say. "All spread out hot and just waiting for your big old cock!"
A skinny redheaded boy stood in the doorway. Joss's spirits fell even further. She recognized him, all right. It was Frank Dupree. He'd been following her around since the beginning of school, with his tongue hanging out and a bulge in his pants. She thought he was a creep. And now she was completely at his mercy!
The boy blushed. "G-gee, guys," he stammered, "I just don't know...."
"Sure you do," Greg said. He climbed into the van, ducked under the chain that attached Joss's shapely left leg to the roof struts, gave the lovely captive a wolfish smile. "Just twenty dollars and all your dreams come true. You can do anything you want to the bitch, long as it doesn't leave any permanent marks."
"Doesn't she have a brother or something?"
Phil looked at his friend. The black-haired youth shrugged. "Who the hell knows? And how's he going to find out, anyway? Her ass belongs to us now, man. But you can rent it."
Frank stared at the pair. As if drawn by a magnet, his eyes went to the girl's naked body, hanging there a foot and a half off the floor. His gaze caressed her tapered thighs, and she could practically feel its heat upon the slightly parted pink lips of her cunt in their nest of rumpled chestnut pussy fur. His eyes lingered on that lovely snatch, bared utterly by the girl's spread-out legs, then moved up across the low dome of her belly and found the twin mounds of her tits. The cold air washing over her boobs made her nipples stand up straight and hard as if she were so horny she could scarcely stand it. She saw the way his watery blue eyes widened as they feasted on her plentiful jugs.
"All this could be yours, Frank," Greg said.
"Hot shit," the redhead breathed, "I'll do it!" He dug in his pants and fished out his billfold with shaking hands. Greg turned away from Joss as he paid his money to Phil. "Here," said the black-haired youth.' 'Why don't you try this a little first? I'll bet you've never used anything like this before."
Joss flickered her eyes at him. She couldn't stifle a small squeal of horror. It was the nylon rope he'd beaten her with yesterday, but now it was knotted every several inches of its length. It was painfully clear what the black-haired youth was suggesting.
Frank hesitated. For a hopeful second she thought he would refuse. Then he clambered into the vehicle and ducked under the chain, reaching out for the piece of blue-white rope. "Oh, no!" Joss whimpered.
He turned with it in his hands. There was a new light in his eyes, an unholy light that made the prisoner's blood run cold. His eyes traveled over her luscious nakedness again, and now she knew he was measuring her tender flesh for the best place to strike!
His arm rose. "Nooo!" Joss wailed. Then she shrieked as the rope slashed down across the peaks of her naked tits.
The knots tore at her vulnerable titflesh like claws. Her nipples seemed to explode with pain.
Her tanned young body arched upwards and backwards like a bow.
The skinny boy watched in fascination as his captive bounced and writhed in her chains. It was a fantastic turn-on to see her like this. Just the sight of voluptuous Joss Brown stark staring nude would have given him the hard-on of his life-he'd never seen such a perfectly shaped body, and her jugs were like ripe cantaloupes. But the way she was hung from the ceiling, completely helpless, completely at his mercy-that was so erotic he could barely see straight.
He licked his lips. He gazed hungrily at the prisoner's shrinking flesh. Her jugs were pale against the tan of her shoulders and belly, and across the white skin an angry red line was appearing. It crawled up one slope of firm boob, crossed one nipple, leapt the crack between Joss's boobs to the other nipple, and down the far side of her other tit. He shook his head.
It was like being in the middle of one of his most private wet dreams!
"Where did you get those chains?" he asked Greg, who was standing nearby. Greg's interest in the proceedings were obvious from the bulge in the crotch of his brown cords. "They look like something from some medieval torture chambers."
Greg gave a laugh like a barking wolf. "Made
'em in shop, Phil and I did," he said. "Old Mr. Finlay never could figure out what we wanted them for." He stretched out a finger to caress Joss's bare belly. The touch sent shivers down her spine. "He ever had, it would've given him a heart attack for sure."
Joss felt pain throbbing in her jugs. She bit her lip against the cry that tried to escape. Wouldn't it ever stop hurting? And the worst thing was, she knew that Frank had only just begun to beat her!
Again the nylon cord sang its whip-song. The knotted rope bit at the tender undersides of Joss tits in an oblique, slashing stroke. "Yeeeaaaiii!" she screamed. Her body shot high in the air, fell back with a rattle of chains that almost wrenched her arms from their sockets.
"Ohhh," she moaned, tears running down her cheeks into her ears. "Stop it-please, don't whip me any more. God, my poor tits-"
She never got a chance to finish. Eyes wild, spittle running down his chin, Frank struck at her bared boobs again. And again.
And yet again!
It was an eternity filled with blazing pain for the beautiful young captive. She jerked and struggled and fought against the manacles until every muscle in her body cried out in protest. And it did no good. The blows came like summer hail, fast, slashing, merciless. She felt the welts cross and recross her once-snowy jugs as though they were being drawn with a hot iron. To make things worse, the stimulus of pain had made her nipples hard as rock-and exquisitely sensitive to the terrible kiss of the rope!
She screamed herself hoarse. Her wrists and ankles were cruelly chafed by the crude steel fetters that held them. Still the unrelenting assault of nylon on titflesh continued, while Phil and Greg watched with undisguised lust in their eyes.
"He's really getting into it," Phil commented to his friend as the redheaded youth lashed at Joss's right jug. The end of the rope smacked her in the cheek, leaving a bright pink mark. Caught up as she was in the agony of her whipped boobs she scarcely noticed.
"Yeah, I didn't think old Frank had it in him." The two watched their friend as his arm rose and fell like a piston. His freckled face was shiny with sweat and his hair hung lankly in his eyes, but he kept flagellating Joss's breasts with unflagging energy.
Finally Phil began to shift uneasily from foot to foot. "I'm glad Frank's getting his money's worth," he said, "but, maybe we should kind of ask him to cool it, you know? We want to have something left to peddle later on."
Greg looked on as the rope came down in a gleaming arc and collided with the very tip of one jug. It made a sound like a gunshot. The knotted cord sank deeply into the tender flesh of Joss's tit, and once again the girl shrieked like a damned soul.
Greg was so horny he could barely stand it. It was as if it was his arm dealing those vicious strokes to those fantastic tits. As though his arm was feeling the rope bite into Joss's boobs.
He let out a heavy sigh. Money was money. Frank had only paid them twenty dollars-not enough to let him mess up the merchandise. Joss's tits were the color of cooked salmon now, a glaring hot pink. No real harm had been done to the lovely adolescent, he could tell, but he wasn't sure how much longer that would hold true. He stepped forward and put his hand on Frank's whip-arm as it came up again.
"Hey, haven't you had enough of that? There's other things in the world, man."
Frank stared at him wildly. For a moment it seemed almost as if he was about to take a swing at Greg with the rope. Then he saw the way the burly black-haired youth had tensed like a coiling spring for a devastating retaliation. He relaxed, lowered the rope.
"Hell, I guess so." As the torture-lust ebbed out of him he sounded almost sheepish. "But I was really getting into it."
"Yeah." Greg nodded. He looked down at Joss. The girl was still wriggling in her constraints as if the whipping had never stopped. Her sobs reminded him of the sound of a running stream. "But hell, I bet you're pretty horny. What say you-" the words trailed off as his eyes slid to Joss's big boobs. Even reddened and slightly puffy from the impact of the rope they were an incredibly delectable sight. "-what say you just take a stab at fucking those nice juicy jugs? Bet you've never done that before either."
Frank's eager nod confirmed it. Quick as a flash he had his pants off. His cock stood up out of the fiery hair in his crotch like a firepole. Greg felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Frank's stiff cock-it was at least an inch longer than his own. But at least it wasn't a firehose like what Phil had had the bitch chew on yesterday!
Frank kicked his jeans into a corner of the van. Then he swung a skinny leg over Joss's belly. He could bend his knees slightly and feel his butt on her satiny flesh.
She opened her eyes, gave him a supplicating look through a curtain of tears. She saw the cock jutting up over her tits like the bowsprit of a ship. She still didn't quite understand what he was planning to do.
He hunched himself forward. The cock tip bobbed up and down. Joss found herself fixing her vision on the hot-looking purple-red head of the prick. It made her cross-eyed.
She watched as a hand wrapped itself around the throbbing prick. The hand forced the cock down into the lowlands between her boobs. She bit her lip.
The stiff cock was hot and hard against her breastbone. She could feel the manic pulse of the redheaded youth's heart pounding in the veins that twined around the cock. Then another hand reached down to scoop up her heavy left jug, and she screamed in fresh agony.
With her abused tits glowing from the whipping they'd received, a simple touch would have been painful. But exertion and lust had made Frank's palms sweat. And the salty perspiration that covered his palm stung her tit like lye!
"Ahhhh," she moaned. "What are you doing?"
She felt the cock pulsating against the tender inside of her tit. Pinning the prick in place with his right thumb, Frank let go with his left hand and used it to lift the captive's other jug. Joss gave a sharp gasp at the touch. He pressed the tits together, trapping his prick between the pillowy cushions of Joss's whipped jugs!
Joss took in a shaky breath over clenched teeth. She was fighting back another scream at the pain in her boobs. Her chin was pressed flat on her breastbone. She could see the head of Frank's long cock like a purplish red balloon, protruding from between her rope-welted tits. And as she watched the cockhead began sliding right toward her face!
Frank moaned with delight. The skin of his captive's tits was soft and smooth as silk. It caressed his painfully-inflated prick with a touch that sent shivers of ecstasy up his back. The boobs were pliant in his hands, and he molded them like rubber around his cock as he pushed it forward.
Barely in time Joss turned her head aside. If she'd stayed where she was the swollen purple tip of her tormentor's cock would have gone right into her open mouth. As it was it poked her in the cheek. "Uhhh," Frank said. "Damn, that feels good!"
It didn't to Joss. His grip on her boobs was uncomfortably tight, even without the rawness of her nerves. It seemed to her she could feel each and every welt the knotted rope had left on her tender titflesh, sizzling with a painful life of its own.
The cock began to retreat. She stared, fascinated, as the head of the prick disappeared between the globes of her jugs. The nipples were still hard and stood up hard as marbles from the crests of her boobs. They still tingled with the memory of the rope-and with a sensation she couldn't place. The dry friction of the cock between her boobs was making her feel very strange.
Frank's body was quivering with excitement. This was totally new to him. First he'd gotten to indulge his secret, age-old fantasies of whipping a squirming, naked, beautiful young captive. And now he was fucking that captive's tits. It was vastly different from fucking a cunt. For one thing, the passageway between Joss's jugs was dry, but soft and smooth, with no coating of succulent and slippery pussy oils to reduce the friction on his prick. For another, he could change the snugness and the very shape of the tunnel he was fucking his cock into, to give his stiff hard prick a treatment the like of which it had never known!
He pulled his skinny hips back until only the cockhead was trapped in the enfolding warmth of Joss's tits. Then he slammed his pelvis forward with all his strength, as if he were burying his cock balls-deep in a willing cunt. "YAAAH!" Joss howled.
The cock speared her in the lower lip. She jerked her head to one side. Her tits were afire! She cried out again as the cock fucked back between her jugs.
Once more the cockhead shot forward. The prick was rasping the delicate skin on the insides of her tits. It was rough and crude and painful-but that wasn't all. Slowly, wonderingly, Joss began to identify the strange feeling that had come over her.
She was getting turned on!
Perhaps her jugs were naturally receptive to being fucked, or maybe the searing lash of the rope had sensitized her titflesh. Whatever the cause, the back-and-forth stroking of the cock between her big boobs was making her body-crawl with delighted sensations and her pussy swim with hot juices. Her tormentors noticed it the same time she did. "Hey, smell that, won't you Phil?" Greg asked with a grin. "Little bitch is getting turned on. She's juicing her jeans to beat the band!"
Phil gave his friend a lopsided grin. He turned his eyes back to watch with lustful absorption as clear cunt sauces began to drip from the girl's wide-open twat.
It seemed to Frank that he could feel the naked teenager getting turned on beneath him. Her body swung loosely in chains beneath him, held in place only by his thighs clamped around her sides. But there seemed to be an erotic electricity tingling from her tits as they swallowed up his rampant prick. And the way she was tossing her head and moaning showed that pain wasn't all she was feeling now.
He began to knead her tits like mounds of pliant dough. He rolled the resilient mountains of jug against one another, savoring the way their soft round shapes molded each other. The sensations in his cock were simply indescribable.
A low sobbing sound was coming from Joss's mouth. Her mind spun in confusion. Her tits still hurt with a pain she found hard to bear. But at the same time an equally unbearable pleasure was filling her jugs, her bound, nude body, as the boy's long prick fucked eagerly back and forth between her tits. Frank's hands were crushing her boobs, but the pain and pleasure his touch caused her made her writhe with an almost religious ecstasy. She'd never felt like this before!
She felt her body nearing orgasm. She could barely believe it. Here she'd been kidnapped, abused, fucked up the ass, sold like a side of beef, hung up in the air and whipped until her tits felt like raw meat-and she was so horny she could barely stand it!
She would wonder in horror at what she had become. But that would come later. Now there was no room in her body, mind, or soul for anything but the wicked, wanton, abandoned pleasure of having her tits fucked!
Back and forth pistoned the cock. The sliding touch thrilled Joss's boobs. She could feel the pulse hammering ever faster in Frank's prick. She could feel the tension build in the hard bar of cockmeat as it surged between her jugs. She opened her mouth as it shot forward. Her tonguetip teased the head of Frank's cock for a second before it withdrew, leaving the meaty taste of prick in her mouth. "Oh, wow," the boy breathed. "Just get ready, baby. I'm about to come all over these big beautiful jugs!"
Joss rolled her hips in delight. It felt strange to have nothing but air beneath her pert ass. In the frenzy of her lust she no longer noticed the ache in her joints from being hung from the roof of the van.
"Yes," she cried, her voice bubbling over with her own mad desire. "YESSSS!" She wished her hands were free so she could crush her boobs around that hot throbbing ramrod of cock that was fucking them.
The blood rushed to Frank's face. He opened his mouth to say something. His cock fucked back between those scrumptious tits.
He came.
A fountain of white come shot from the darkness between Joss's tits and splashed on her chin. She yelped with excitement as she felt the hot wetness of jism. She felt his cock expand with another charge of sperm.
This time she was ready. The cockhead spat come as it surged into view between her boobs. Joss's mouth was open and waiting. The hot stream of come shot straight in. Jism spattered the inside of her mouth, her tongue, ran down her chin.
Frank's cock followed it, right into Joss's mouth. She wrapped her lips ecstatically around the cockhead and sucked. A fresh surge of jism filled her mouth. The flavor was rank and heady and delicious. "Mmmmmmhhhh!" she moaned, and then she came too.
Frank let out a hoarse yell and ripped his prick from Joss's mouth. The cock sprayed jism all over her chest, then went back between her boobs, leaving a slimy trail of come as it went. Joss's cunt twisted itself around emptiness and bright colors exploded in her brain.
How many more times Frank's cock came back to spew come into her mouth she never knew. It felt like a hundred. The store of come in his balls seemed to be endless. He came in her mouth till come overflowed and ran down her chin. The crease between her delicious boobs was dripping with thick white sperm. The slippery feel of come-smeared cock fucking her tits made Joss come even harder!
Finally Frank's prick jerked and fired a last few drops of sperm onto Joss's upper lip. She writhed between his thighs and her tongue snaked out to lick up the tasty jism. "Ahhhhnnnh!" she groaned.
The prick began to go limp between her boobs. Frank relaxed his deathgrip on the juicy tits. Joss bucked her hips upwards, three times hard and fast, as a last violent spasm of climax hit her. Then her muscles began to relax.
The pain returned slowly to her tits. With it came the realization of what had been done to her. And I enjoyed it! she thought with a sudden coldness in her veins. I-I actually came!
Frank shook himself and swung off her like a man dismounting from a horse. His prick slid across a boob and drooled come on the nipple.
Jocelyn began to cry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gravel crunched under the tires of the black and orange van as it pulled into the long, carefully tended driveway. It stopped in front of the double garage doors. Greg opened the passenger door, got out. He pulled Joss off her seat on the engine mounting by one arm, helped her down to the ground with an elaborate show of concern. "Careful, honey," he said. "We don't want to deliver any damaged goods."
She tried to slap with her free hand. He dodged easily and caught her wrist. "That's a good girl. Keep your spirit up."
Phil's door slammed and he came around the front of the van to take Joss's other arm. They led her to the front porch as if they were helping an invalid into the house. Joss thought about screaming for help but decided against it. A fat woman with her hair tied up in a rag probably wouldn't even look up from her gardening across the street. And any trouble Joss made, would be taken out of her hide-she'd learned that much for sure.
The doorbell rang. Joss wondered who would answer. Who had paid money for the chance to use and abuse her tender young body any way they felt like?
She was prepared for almost anything but the person who opened the door. It was Miss Schmidt!
Joss blinked her clear green eyes as if she thought they were lying to her. When she opened them, the woman was still there: tall, beautiful, in a pallid Arctic sort of way, her frost-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail that made her aristocratic face look somehow both stern and schoolgirlish at the same time. She had on a shapeless maroon blouse that didn't manage to hide the jutting swell of two big firm boobs, a blue denim skirt that came to just below her knees, and below that high-topped and high-heeled boots of brown suede.
"You're here," she said in that clear crisp way she had of speaking. "You're late."
Phil and Greg looked at each other. They seemed at a loss to deal with this commanding Norse goddess. "Sorry, Miss Schmidt," Phil said. "We got lost on the way over."
The blonde shook her head disapprovingly and made a little clucking sound in her throat. "Come in," she said, and backed away to let them enter the living room.
Gripping her elbows firmly, the youths guided Joss inside. Joss went along numbly. She still couldn't believe it.
Miss Schmidt! She taught English and German at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School-and Joss was in one of her classes!
Miss Schmidt closed the door. "Ah, so this is the one," she said, eyeing Joss in a way that made the teenager want to shiver. "I suspected it might be, after she failed to attend classes the last few days. She's very beautiful-you chose well."
"Nothing but the best for our clients," said Greg. Phil nudged him in the ribs.
The woman ignored him. She walked up to stand before Joss. Her ice-blue eyes roved speculatively up and down the girl's body. There wasn't much for them to see. Joss's captors had dressed her in a shapeless floor-length caftan that concealed her figure, except for a tantalizing swelling of hips and the way her full jugs tented forward the front of the garment. Humming to herself with irritation, Miss Schmidt reached out a finely manicured hand and unbuttoned the front of the caftan. Then she pulled it open.
Beneath it Joss was nude.
The girl bit her lip as the garment swung open, revealing the pale full fruits of her boobs, the firm roundness of her belly, the neat triangle of cunt fur tucked away between her thighs. A small coral tongue protruded between Miss Schmidt's pale lips and made a moist circuit of them. She raised her eyes to Joss's face. The girl met her gaze with a defiance that surprised her. "Very good," the blonde beauty said. "Very good indeed."
She turned away and went to a table at one end of the leather-covered sofa that dominated the room. She opened a drawer, bent to take something out of it, then came back to Jocelyn with one hand held behind her full skirts. "Hold your hands out," she commanded.
Joss shook her head. Without a flicker of emotion showing on her sculptured face Miss Schmidt slapped her. The girl's head rocked back. She staggered, fell against Phil, felt the caftan slip down her arms. She was completely naked now. Not that that made any difference.
"Do as I tell you," Miss Schmidt said. "Hold your arms out." Joss did as she was told. She was not surprised to have the teacher bring an open pair of handcuffs from behind herself and fasten them around Joss's slender wrists with an authoritative metallic click. The metal bracelets were cool on her skin.
She stood there, wretched, naked, and alone, her big breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her breathing, as Miss Schmidt walked over to an oaken cabinet hung on the wall and opened it. She wasn't finding it as hard to control her fear as she would have thought. The experiences of the last few days had hardened her. She was determined to show as little fear or pain as possible, despite the throbbing in her cheek where Miss Schmidt had slapped her. She didn't want to give her tormentors the satisfaction.
Then she saw what Miss Schmidt had taken out of the cabinet, and she shrieked.
It was a coiled whip, black and ugly, and when the tall teacher shook it out across the floor it was eight feet of slim-plaited leather. "No," Joss gasped. "No!"
Miss Schmidt ran a hand across her own tits. From the way they bobbied it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her blouse. "You can avoid feeling the kiss of my little pet, here," she said in a thick voice. "Come kneel before me."
Like a bird fascinated by a snake, Joss walked forward. Her tits swayed from side to side. What's happening? she wondered.
"On your knees," Miss Schmidt commanded.
Hesitantly, Joss dropped one knee to the carpet, then the other. She was staring at the heavy brass buckle of Miss Schmidt's belt. "Now," the blonde said, reaching down to sweep open the front of her long skirt. "Eat my pussy."
Joss gaped at the perfect wedge of yellow pussy hair swimming before her eyes, framed by two marble-white thighs. Her head whirled. A heady musk of aroused cunt surrounded her like a fog.
She shook her head so violently she fell back onto her bare rump. "No," she screamed. "I can't! I won't!"
It was a mistake. She knew it even as she cried out the words. But the idea of putting her mouth on a woman's pussy disgusted her to the depths of her soul.
She heard a rustling sound. She curled into a fetal position, her manacled arms clamped over her jugs to protect them from the whip. The expected blow didn't come. Timidly, she peeked up from her huddle.
The sound had come from Miss Schmidt shedding her clothes. She stood now before the captive, nude except for the knee-high boots, head flung back, jugs high and firm with pink nipples jutting forth like fingers, her legs apart so that Joss could see her pink pussy lips parted and waiting in the tangle of yellow pussy fur at her crotch. A droplet of clear cunt honey glittered between the beckoning cunt lips.
She stood a moment, letting the stunned adolescent look her over in all her abandoned, nude magnificence. Then she struck. The whip hissed like a snake across the carpet and licked deftly in between the cheeks of Joss's ass.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" Joss screamed as the tip of the lash stung at her asshole. It was like having a hot poker touched to her poopchute-it hurt a million times worse than her father's belt or the knotted nylon rope Frank had used on her boobs. Her body straightened out on the rug as the pain convulsed her muscles.
Miss Schmidt laughed, a high musical sound. Joss had the cheeks of her butt clamped together to protect her asshole from the whip. The leather thong instead cut viciously across her butt. "Ag-ggh!" the girl cried.
Once more the whip came whistling down. This time the tall blonde didn't lay it heavily across the upturned buttcheeks. Instead she popped its very tip on the crest of one rounded hill of assflesh. "Yeeeaaaaaah!" Joss shrieked. Her body shot in the air, twisted, and she fell on her back on the carpet. Her ass was afire with agony!
The whip cracked again, on the insides of her held-together thighs. Instinctively her legs flew apart. It felt as if a red-hot coal had been touched to her shrinking skin.
For a moment Miss Schmidt stood looking down at the pink-lipped pussy exposed by the out-flung, slender legs. With Joss's thighs spread so far apart her cunt had opened up like some exotic pink-blossomed flower. Miss Schmidt licked her lips eagerly.
Then she cracked the whip right between the gaping cuntlips.
Joss's body arched backwards like a bow. Her anguished howl rattled the windows. The pain exploded in her cunt like a sun, consuming her body in an intensity of torment that was light years beyond the worst she'd known before. She felt her buttcheeks slam the carpet as she fell back, felt the skin on her back abrading against the rough shag of the carpet as she thrashed about in her agony. She couldn't stop. The pain wouldn't let her. It went on and on.
Once more she pressed her thighs together. Once more the lash licked at them. Her traitor body responded as Miss Schmidt had known it would. In the instant reaction to the pain of her stung thighs Joss's legs shot apart-and the whip came down to bite at her tender cunt once more.
Kicking wildly, the shrieking teenager rolled over on her belly. A hail storm of whip cuts sent her over onto her back, crying out at the flaming weals on her butt. She crossed her legs in a desperate attempt to protect her pussy from that relentless whip.
The whip snapped her right nipple.
Joss screamed again. Her voice rose up and up until she couldn't scream. Her butt bounced all over the floor and her head whipped from side to side. It was as if her tits and ass and pussy were all on fire now-her body was wrapped in a hideous consuming agony that would not let her go.
"Ahh-ohhh-oh, God!" She lay squirming on the floor as the anguish died to an insistent ache. She opened her screwed-shut eyes and looked at herself. Though her flesh was marked and crisscrossed with fiery red weals, the skin was unbroken. The whipped nipple stood up as though flicked by a lover's tongue rather than the tip of a striking whip. It gave her gooseflesh to look at it.
Joss looked up at her tormentor. Miss Schmidt was standing over her. The blonde-bearded pussy was gaping hungrily. Cunt oils had drooled from it and run down the inside of one alabaster thigh. The smell of pussy was overpowering.
"I'll tell you again," Miss Schmidt said in her sternest voice. "Lick my cunt!"
Joss almost refused. But the prospect of more pain was too much. She nodded her head, unable to speak.
"So you've learned your lesson, little one?" The teacher's voice was hoarse with lust. "Good. Lie down flat on your back."
The auburn-haired adolescent obeyed without question. Her hands were held over her tits. She tried to keep the palms a fraction of an inch above her boobs, so as not to further agonize the inflamed titflesh. As she watched, Miss Schmidt stepped delicately over her head, turning so that she was looking down her long lovely body into the girl's tear-streaked face. She nudged Joss's arm with one booted toe till the girl let her elbow slip away from the side of her naked body. Miss Schmidt slid her boot in between arm and ribs, did the same on the other side of Joss's body with her other foot. Then she sat down, slowly, sliding her legs through Joss's arms till the frightened girl held her tormentress in an unwilling embrace.
Miss Schmidt was on her knees. Her pussy loomed over Joss's face, slavering in its eagerness for the touch of the teenager's full-lipped mouth. "Put your arms up around my waist, darling," the blonde woman husked.
Joss looked blank. Rage darkened Miss Schmidt's pale blue eyes. She raised the whip and brought it down behind her. Joss howled as it bit into her belly and looped down to sting her cunt lips. "No! I was going to do it! I wasn't disobeying-don't whip me any more!"
"I won't," Miss Schmidt said, "if you do exactly as you're told." The slim arms went up around her waist, and she sat down deliberately on Joss's upturned face.
The girl watched helplessly as the wide-open pussy came down toward her face. The wet smell of cunt rolled down on her in waves. She fought back nausea, fought back the urge to turn her face away from the descending cunt-to do so would only be to earn more pain. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
The first touch of cunt fur tickled her upper lip. Then a warm, wet mat was pressing down over her mouth. She pushed her tongue up experimentally. It touched something slippery and resilient. Instantly a torrent of hot cunt sauces filled her mouth.
"Yes-yessss!" Miss Schmidt hissed, her head thrown back so that her hair cascaded down her back in a golden waterfall. "I love the touch of your tongue on my pussy!"
Joss was gagging on the oozing cunt oils in her mouth. Miss Schmidt's knees were drawn up past the top of her head, now, and Joss's arms felt the woman's flesh smooth and warm inside them. The silken thighs almost blotted out all sound.
But not quite. Joss's stomach rebelled. Her tongue had actually touched a woman's cunt! That was perverted-it was lesbianism.
But it was that or feel the whip again. Shutting her eyes still more tightly, she drove her tongue up as hard as she could.
It bounced one off a rubbery outer cuntlip. She felt the rasp of crisp cunt fur and almost lost her nerve. But the too-fresh agony in her cunt spurred her on. She withdrew her tongue a little, then stuck it out again.
It fucked deep into the dripping-wet well of Miss Schmidt's cunt.
The effect on the blonde woman was electric. Instantly the thighs clamped on Joss's head like jaws of a trap, and she ground her ass down hard, impaling her cunt on the captive girl's upthrust tongue. Joss's eyes opened. All she could see was the bush of cunt fur, the dome of white belly and the incredible jut of Miss Schmidt's boobs as the walls of the teacher's cunt surged about her probing tongue.
Hot cunt sauces poured like lava over the girl's face. Her mouth was awash in the juices of her captor's pussy. Her tongue was surrounded by warmth and tightness and the slippery membranes of Miss Schmidt's cunt. It seemed to the prisoner's fevered brain that she could feel the ripple of muscles in the walls of the cunt, caressing her tongue the way they might caress a lover's big strong cock.
Her nose tickled from being driven deep into the tangled mat of Miss Schmidt's honey-hued cunt-bush. The flavor of aroused pussy was just as intense as the flavor of come had been the first time her brother had shot his load into her mouth, a billion years before. But it was no longer disgusting to the girl.
Instead, she was beginning to savor the fine bouquet of ripe pussy. There was a freshness and a richness to the taste of Miss Schmidt's twat, and Joss found herself swirling her tongue more and more avidly around the insides of that blonde-haired twat. Drops of thick cunt oils rolled down her tongue, and now she drank them in like fine wine.
Gradually the circle of her arms tightened around Miss Schmidt's waist, pulling the wet pussy against her face. Her forearms came together, pressed against the firmness of the teacher's asscheeks. Unthinking, Joss strained her neck muscles to lift her head and drive her tongue ever farther into that demanding pussy.
"Oh, God in heaven-yes!" From somewhere above her she heard the ecstatic exclamation. "Fuck your tongue up me, darling! Fuck my pussy with your marvelous tongue!"
Joss was doing her best to obey. Her tongue corkscrewed up the channel of Miss Schmidt's cunt till it was as far up the pussy as it would go. It felt as if it were about to tear itself out at the roots. Miss Schmidt's hips were rotating like'a cement mixer as she fucked herself on her young captive's rigid tongue.
The muscles in Joss's cheeks and jaws began to tremble and ache. She wanted to leave her tongue thrust up the blonde's cunt forever, and just let that succulent essence of pussy trickle down her tongue in a delightful torrent. But she couldn't!
She pulled her tongue out of the greedy cunt as slowly as she could, spiraling as she went. She felt Miss Schmidt's marvelous body turn, felt cool fingers caressing a firm young tit. Somehow her boob forgot the pain of the whip under the skillful ministration of the blonde's fingers.
Then her tongue was free of the grasping cunt. But Joss was even more hungry for the flavor of Miss Schmidt's pussy. She ran her tongue up the dripping slit like a dog.
Miss Schmidt arched her back and screamed. It was a shrill sound, almost as piercing as Joss in her agony. The auburn-haired girl felt the woman's orgasm building in her body. She started licking fervently at the slobbering gash of the cunt.
Each stroke of the tongue made Miss Schmidt's body tense. Her hand kneaded Joss's jug carelessly, ceaselessly. The young girl felt her own passions building to the bursting point. She felt her own cunt honey start to trickle from her cunt and drip onto the rug.
Then her tonguetip accidentally intruded into a small notch of pink flesh at the upper end of Miss Schmidt's pussy-slit. It felt something inside, small and round and smooth as a marble. The touch of her tongue made Miss Schmidt yelp and claw at her tit.
"Yes! God, my clitty! Tongue my clit!"
Joss obeyed. Her tongue burrowed under the protective hood of pussy flesh, tormenting the sensitive nerve-node of the teacher's clit. She could feel the pleasure exploding into Miss Schmidt's pussy. The smooth thighs began to tense and relax about her head in a frantic, spasmodic rhythm, and then a sudden burst of cunt juice flooded out over Joss's lower lip and chin.
Miss Schmidt crushed Jocelyn's jug in one long-nailed hand while her other squeezed on of her own pointy boobs. The nipple drilled into her hand as climax after climax slammed her naked body. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmiiinnnggg!" she chanted.
Joss heard her frenzied song of lust. Then her own pussy abruptly contracted in the first surge of her own orgasm. Her body was charged with the erotic electricity that flowed out of Miss Schmidt's cunt along with her fragrant pussy sauces.
Later Joss would regret this. This was the most degrading thing that had happened to her-to be forced to devour another woman's obscenely dripping cunt-to be forced to enjoy it.
But that would be later.
All that mattered now was eating Miss Schmidt's delightful cunt as their souls melted together in a frenzy of orgasm!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The black-haired girl with the bedroom eyes withdrew a gleaming, dripping finger from Joss's cunt. "Ahh," she said, sniffing daintily at the pussy sauce smeared on her finger. "She seems to be ready now."
She bent down. Joss sighed in delight as she felt the tip of a boob brush the back of one thigh. Warm breath caressed the crack of her ass, then she felt cool lips kissing her asshole. A moist tongue swirled briefly around her poopchute. The chestnut-haired teenager shuddered with joy and scented honey oozed from her cunt.
"Be back in a minute."
The brunette-Margaret, she'd said her name was-stood up and walked away. Her low contralto voice promised unimaginable pleasures in store for Joss.
The adolescent could barely believe it. Here she was buns-up naked in a strange living room, with her tits hanging over the edge of a coffee table to which her arms and legs were securely bound with thick, coarse ropes, and her cheek resting on a thick cushion on the floor-and she was as completely horny as she'd ever been in her life!
Maybe the expert eating-out Margaret had just finished given her moist young cunt had something to do with it. The way Margaret and her husband Rick had played with Joss as they stripped off her clothes and their own had made her feel right at home-and rather turned on. She thought of balking when they suggested, half-play fully, tying her to the table, but in the end she'd gone along with it. Being tied up held no special terrors for her now-she was getting rather used to it, to tell the truth. Then, too, there was something about the young couple that made her want to trust them.
Of course, there was also what was in store for her if her "owners" found out she was giving customers a hard time. Greg had had a long talk with her about the penalties for misbehaving on her first job without him and Phil to oversee her. She'd been sick to her stomach at the graphic detail with which he'd described the punishments in store for her if she tried anything funny. She never thought she could stand to be in the room with a lit cigarette again, after what Greg had said he'd do with one if she wasn't good-very good.
But with her cunt still tingling from the warmth and sweet suction of Margaret's mouth, it was hard to keep such thoughts in mind. The way the black-haired wanton had sucked Joss's cuntlips into her mouth and flayed them with her teeth-the way she'd run her tongue around and around within the portal of the girl's pussy-the way, at the end, she'd fastened her lips on Joss's clit and sucked hard while she punched at the clit with her tongue-it was almost enough to make her come again just thinking about it!
Margaret was a better pussy-lapper than even Miss Schmidt. And that was saying plenty!
Joss heard the slow rise and fall of Rick's breathing across the room. He'd sat watching and making humorous comments as his wife devoured the young captive's cunt. Now he was sitting with a turly monumental hardon-Joss had looked in awe when he'd unzipped his pants to reveal a cock fully as large as her father's-waiting for his wife to come back with the delicious surprise she'd promised Joss.
Joss could barely wait herself. The cunt honey filling the cistern of her pussy seemed to be about to boil!
A sharp intake of breath from Rick told Joss that Margaret was returning. "Close your eyes, honey," the brunette said. Joss did. She barely repressed a small giggle of anticipation. Her pussy drooled.
She heard the footfalls gentle on the rug behind her. The cushion was silk against her cheek. It seemed to her that she heard extra footsteps, but she dismissed the notion as a product of her lust-fevered imagination.
Something poked into her butt. "Oh!" she said. It had felt like someone's nose, but cold and moist. She didn't understand. Then it prodded against the pucker of her asshole. Yes, it was definitely damp.
A tongue licked at her pussy. It was a long, slow stroke. Too long.
"Mmmmm, Margaret, honey," she said, "what's going on?"
There was hot breath on her butt now. The tongue lapped at her cunt again. She squirmed a little. It definitely felt good-but what was it? She turned her head and opened her eyes to look back under the table and between her tied-apart legs.
She saw what it was. It was a dog. A Doberman pinscher. She screamed.
"Hush, baby," Margaret said in that same erotic voice. "You'll just scare Otto. You don't want to do that. You do want to feel his marvelous hard cock in your pussy, don't you, dear?"
The way she said it, it sounded as if she sincerely believed there was nothing more desirable than having the dog's prick jammed into one's cunt. Joss didn't feel that way at all. "No!" she yelled. "No, I don't want-"
Then it was too late.
Otto gathered himself and reared onto his hind legs. His forelegs came down around her waist like a rider's legs around a horse. His short stiff fur rasped her upturned buttcheeks.
Something stabbed at her cunt. It poked vigorously against a doughy, sorrel-haired outer cunt lip. Its touch was somehow slimy. "God!" Joss cried in horror. "He's trying to stick his cock in me!"
Margaret knelt by her side and patted her cheek. "Of course he is, darling," she said soothingly. "He likes girls." She hugged her heavy tits to herself and quivered. Joss sensed that she herself had known what it felt like to have the Doberman's cock throbbing in her cunt. It made the girl sick.
Twice more the cock stabbed forward, once again jabbing her pussy and poking once at her asshole. The strong legs gripped the girl even more firmly. She could feel the race of Otto's heart inside his chest.
Then the dog's hips rocked back and drove forward. Joss's mouth flew open as she felt his small, hard red cock shoot straight up her cunt. "That's it. He's got it, now." Margaret stood up and walked to where her husband sat with his mighty cock jutting up from his lap like a hairy flagpole.
"Get it out. Get it out of meeeee!" Joss's voice rang with hysteria. A dog had his cock up her pussy-a dirty, disgusting animal! She was soiled, spoiled-ruined. This was the worst humiliation of all.
For a moment Otto hung on, clinging to her with his cock driven to the hilt in her still-dripping pussy. Then he jerked it free. The speed with which the dog jerked his cock from her pussy made the girl gasp.
She gasped again when Otto fucked his cock home again. He stuck his prick into her pussy hard enough to bump her thighs almost painfully against the edge of the table. She fought the ropes that held her arms and legs. They didn't give. They kept her pinned there across the table, trussed like a beautiful, brown-limbed sacrifice to Otto's beastly lust!
He started pumping his prick in and out of her pussy with a vigor that was purely animal. No human male could have kept up the hard-driving pace of cock plunging in and out of sloppy-wet cunt! "God, oh, God, oh, Ghaaaad!" Joss sobbed. "Puh-LEEEZE make him quit fucking me!"
Margaret was just sitting down on her husband's lap. Her slim-fingered hand was guiding the giant pole of his cock into her own brimming pussy. "Don't be silly, dear," she said. "Think of what you'd miss!" Then Rick wrapped a hand around a burgundy-nippled boob and rolled his hips to stir his cock tantalizingly inside her cunt. She sighed and leaned back against him. Her asscheeks began to rotate against his belly and around and around on his thighs.
Joss's body was being rocked back and forth by the dog's furious fucking. His prick was shooting in and out of her cunt at a fantastic rate. Despite the small size of his stiff canine cock, he seemed to be filling her pussy every bit as full of prick as her father had with his enormous cock! Her walls stretched to the invasion of Otto's cock, then immediately were sucked inward by the vacuum of the cock withdrawing. It took her breath away.
Then the realization hit her. That wasn't all that was taking her breath away. Part of it was sheer, unadulterated lust!
"Noooooo!" she wailed. But some jagged edge of passion in her voice betrayed her. Margaret looked at the captive from where she sat pumping her ass up and down on her husband's lap to fuck her needy cunt on his cock and smiled.
"I told you, you'd love it," she said happily. "It just took a little time."
Joss was fighting hard against the forbidden passions that threatened to control her body. Otto was breathing like a locomotive, now, and his hot saliva dripped down onto the captive girl's back as he tirelessly fucked her. His prick was like a jackhammer working in her pussy. The sheer sensation of having her pussy well and truly fucked was overwhelming.
But she couldn't let go. This was evil-perverted. This was being raped by an animal! This was the most obscene thing that could happen to a woman.
And yet her body was making her enjoy it!
She could feel her control slipping away. Otto's fucking was a metronomic slap-slap of furry haunches against rounded buttcheeks, a pump-pump sound of canine cock plumbing the depths of hot wet pussy. A fine spray of cunt juice thrown up by the frenzied fucking covered Joss's ass and thighs in an aromatic mist.
No human could have plied his cock within her pussy with such incredible speed and power. And now that she was irrevocably turned on, the sheer illicitness of it all was acting like a powerful aphrodisiac. It was utterly wrong to be fucked by a dog-and that made it all the sweeter.
"Yes," she moaned, and her voice was the bark of a bitch in heat. "Damn you, fuck me!"
Otto did. He gulped back saliva as he felt the walls of the long-legged girl's cunt close like a vise around his thrusting cock. This was incredible! Not even his mistress could give his prick such a thrill as this girl-bitch was giving him now, rolling her ass around and around the small hard spike of his cock. He was unbelievably horny, and he somehow redoubled the pace of his fucking. He was going to come soon-all too soon.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Joss moaned in time to the thrusts of the animal's prick. The driving cock forced the exclamations from her lungs. It felt as if the hair on his belly was rubbing her butt raw-but she didn't mind that as long as he could keep fucking her harder and faster!
From the chair where she was eagerly stuffing her cunt full of Rick's cock, Margaret watched delightedly as Joss began to clench and unclench her fists with unconscious abandon. The chestnut-haired young beauty's toes were curled, and the muscles of her legs stood out in bold relief as she braced herself for the onslaught of Otto's prick. Joss was fucking the dog as readily as he was fucking her now. She was getting into it.
Margaret smiled and came. The violent contraction of her pussy sucked blast after blast of her husband's come far up into her cunt. Rick bit her right tit until she shrieked in a wild combination of pain and utter, ultimate pleasure.
Joss heard a siren-wailing as from far away. What was it? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the wonderful canine prick in her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath, tightening the muscles in her belly as hard as she could.
"Whoof," said Otto. He drove his prick as far up Joss's cunt as it was able to reach. It spurted a hot stream of jism into her snatch.
"Oh!" she yelled. "A dog is coming in my cunt! Yes, come-fuck me full of your doggy jism!"
Otto didn't understand her words. But the message of her splendid naked body was clear enough. He pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, rejoicing in the feel of his climax, in the way her cunt seemed to suck the come from his spewing prick.
A blinding light flared behind the girl's eyes. She gave a strangled cry. Then her pussy focused in on Otto's cock, trapping it, pulling forth surge after surge of the animal's rank come. It was hot and slippery as it filled her cunt. She seemed almost able to taste it as a cataclysmic orgasm overwhelmed her.
Her pussy began to spasm around the animal's cock. Jism filled her cunt tunnel, was squirted out in spurts as Joss's cunt clenched Otto's prick. She was screaming now, her cries blending with Margaret's, and her body was writhing wantonly on the blond wood table.
The dog's climax exhausted the store of come in his balls. Joss's frantic cunt pulled several painful spasms of dry climax from his cock before his erotic energy was utterly spent. He pulled his deflating prick from Joss's cunt, licked several times at the savory mess of her cunt sauces and his own jism that oozed from her slack-lipped cunt, and walked away. Joss cried out sharply as the sliding contact of his tongue with her pussy sparked fresh pulsings of orgasm in her cunt. .
Slowly the lust ebbed from her. She felt the mixture of cunt sauce and canine sperm congealing in her pussy. She heard the small sobbing sounds as Rick and Margaret came down from their own pinnacle of passion.
Misery hit her like a sandbag. Would her torment and degradation never end?
She felt the desperate certainty they would not.
CHAPTER NINE
The fat cock rammed into Joss's cunt with brutal force. It was all the girl could do not to cry out insanely. Not just from the way the mammoth cock stretched the membranes of her pussy almost to the point of tearing, or even from the agony in her viciously-whipped ass the furious fucking rubbed it around on the carpeted floor of the rapidly-moving van-but from the fact that the mighty cock raping her cunt so eagerly belonged to her own brother Doug!
When they'd stopped at the darkened street-corner to pick up her latest customer, she'd felt an awful premonition. What would this one be like? She couldn't imagine anything much worse than being raped by a Doberman pinscher-but she had a terrible idea Phil, or at least Greg, would be able to come up with something!
Then the van's doors had opened, and she'd found herself staring into her brother's face.
He hadn't seemed surprised to see her there. Nor did any acknowledgement flicker in his eyes. He merely looked over her full-boobed nakedness with an almost professional detachment and nodded to Phil, who stood eagerly by his side. "She'll do."
"Glad you like her, Bret," Phil had said. The black despair building inside Joss dissipated suddenly. She had felt horrid fears that her brother was coming just to torment her. Now she realized that her captors had no idea he was her brother-they thought he was just another horny high school kid willing to pay for a crack at their captive cunt.
She was about to be rescued!
Or was she? Her brother had tied her wrists behind her with such sadistic lust that she found herself wondering if it were just an act. She remembered the way her father, who had coddled and loved her for as long as she could remember, had turned abruptly into a slavering monster intent on whipping her and then using her shrinking nude body to satisfy his vilest desires. Could the same madness have gripped her brother?
She was almost convinced of it when he took off his belt and used it on her ass. It felt as if he meant to skin her buttcheeks alive. There was no acting in her frantic, agonized screams-the whipping was unbearably painful.
But not as unbearable as the knowledge that Doug, her own brother, whom she had fallen in love with as he'd eaten her then-virgin pussy, had turned on her.
The belt had risen and fallen on her naked ass until it was glowing red. Then Doug had tossed it aside and torn open his jeans. He'd grabbed her arms and rolled her on her back. With no further preliminaries he'd began thrusting his big cock in and out of her cunt as hard as he could.
At first the huge cock plunging in and out of Joss's cunt had been agony almost as sheer as the pain in her flagellated butt. But a fatalistic feeling had slowly overtaken the girl. What did it matter? All was lost now. Her last hope, the last spark of love and sympathy that existed for her in the world had been extinguished by her brother's inexplicable betrayal. But the chemistry between them, that had first led her to seduce him into incest after a shower, that was still there. He was still the most incredibly desirable man she'd ever known.
So why not enjoy it?
Of its own accord her pussy had begun to water. The painful sensation of the cock-thrusting was replaced by the slick ease of a prick fucking a well-lubricated cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," she murmured, over and over, wrapping her long legs around his waist to pull his cock ever deeper into her cunt with each penetration.
His big hands massaged her jugs, and she thought she sensed a trace of his former tenderness there. Maybe she'd just gotten used to rough treatment, but the crushing of her boobs added vastly to the pleasure of having his cock inside her once more. He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Her own came out to wrestle with it.
As their tongues twined and her pussy hungrily swallowed Doug's cock, she realized that she still loved him fiercely. I don't know why, she thought. I should hate you as I hate our father. But there's just something about you, my darling brother. Something I could never resist no matter what you did to me!
The tightening of her pussy muscles took her utterly by surprise. She was completely immersed in the kiss, in feeling his hands maul her jugs, in savoring the pounding of his cock into her pussy. Then she was coming, uncontrollably, wildly, moaning and sobbing against his tongue, wagging her butt like the tail of a dog. Velvet fingers seemed to close on Doug's cock as his lovely sister came.
His prick exploded into her, firing his jism deep into her cunt.
"Sounds like they're getting pretty wild back there," Phil said to Greg. Greg looked over his shoulder and laughed.
Hot come filled Joss's cunt tunnel. Doug's prick fucked wetly in and out of her gooey cunt. The white sperm bubbled out around the shaft of his cock and ran stingingly down her asscheeks.
Brother and sister fucked until the last of the come stored in Doug's balls was long gone. And still they fucked-and came. It seemed to Joss that the sweet madness of their shared climax went on and on.
But finally it ended. Doug took his tongue from her mouth, kissed her lips, pushed himself up. She sighed brokenly at the feeling of his cock shifting inside her tender pussy.
"Hey, Greg," she heard her brother say. "This little slut's not too good. Lend me your belt, will you? I wanna liven her up a bit."
This was just too much. "Oh, Doug!" she shrieked, heedless now of whether she blew her brother's cover or not. "How could you!"
No one seemed to notice that she'd blurted a name other than the one her brother had given her captors. Greg was feeding his heavy leather belt out of the loops of his jeans. "Here," he said. "This oughta do the job." He handed it to Doug by the buckle. The buckle was cast brass, big and massive.
Greg sat down. Doug pulled his cock out of his sister's cunt. It uncorked a river of cunt honey laced with white strands of come that ran sloppily out onto her thighs. She looked up at him as he pulled himself to a seated position. There was supplication in her eyes.
He was wrapping the belt around his right hand, so that about eight inches of it hung from his fist, weighted down by the enormous buckle. What is he going to do? she wondered in sick horror.
She found out. "Doug?" she heard Greg say from the front seat. "Hey, isn't that-holy fucking Christ!"
He came out of his seat, turning toward Doug, lunging for him. Doug met him with the belt swung with all the force of his thick right arm. The buckle laid the black-haired youth's face open from his right eyebrow to the corner of his mouth and pulped his cheekbone. Greg went back with a shrill choking scream, his face a mask of blood. He fell against Phil.
The van swerved crazily. "What the fuck?" Phil cried out. Doug slugged him too. The sandy-haired youth clung to consciousness. His hand went under the dash, came up with a small pistol. Joss screamed.
Her brother smashed Phil's wrist with the belt buckle. The van was running on the shoulder of the road, throwing up great showers of gravel that pelted against the side of the van like rain. As Phil howled with pain Doug pushed past him, yanked open his door, and sent the driver sprawling out onto the asphalt rolling by at seventy-five miles an hour.
Greg was cradling his face in his hands, lying across the engine housing. Doug sent him into the night to join his friend in a broken bloody smear on the pavement. Then he slid into the driver's seat and wrestled the van back under control.
Jocelyn fainted.
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The teenager's shirt was open to reveal two big, bare boobs. At the moment they were flattened against a pair of blue-jean covered thighs. She was holding a thick, upright cock with both hands and laving her tongue all around the broad dark head of the cock.
"You do that so well, Sis," her brother said, patting her auburn hair. She smiled briefly up at him, then returned to licking his cock. The road hissed by underneath their tires.
