Chapter 2
Even though it was raining, it was a beautiful day to Lyn as she opened the front door and walked into the house. Any day that began with getting to go home from school was a wonderful day.
Lyn had expected to have the whole house to herself. Her stepmother had said something to her and her father at breakfast about going into Philly to shop. Lyn had been overjoyed when she'd arrived at school and found that there had been a malfunction of the air-conditioning system that had resulted in an inside temperature of 120 degrees. It had meant that she'd have all day to practice the piano. Joyce, her stepmother, couldn't stand classical music. If Lyn practiced for more than a half-hour at a time, Joyce accused her of trying to giver her a headache.
Before she got down to practicing, though, Lyn had to change clothes. She went upstairs and started down the hall to her room, then stopped dead in her tracks in front of the open door to the master bedroom. There, on the bed, was Joyce, completely naked, sucking on a man's cock.
Lyn stared, wide-eyed, at the lewd spectacle before her. She might have been a virgin, but she wasn't naive. She had had guys rub her pussy until she'd creamed in her panties, and she had jacked off guys until their hot, sticky jism had spurted onto her clothing or skin.
Lyn had been dating for two years, and petting almost that long. That had been all she'd done-pet. She knew there were girls younger than she was that were doing more, that were giving head, or even fucking, but she hadn't done either of those things. The truth was that she hadn't met anybody that she wanted to do those things with yet. Petting was no big deal. Sometimes you petted with a guy when it wasn't even a date. But sucking a guy's cock, or letting him get inside of you-to Lyn, those were important things, things to be done only with somebody special. She could never be like Molly Ludlow, who'd suck off any guy that asked her to.
The transfixed teenager watched as her stepmother licked lewdly at the thick cock. From the way Joyce had her eyes squeezed shut and was wiggling over the equally naked man, Lyn assumed that he was using his mouth and tongue on Joyce's pussy.
Whoever it was in bed with Joyce, it wasn't Lyn's father. She had inherited her red hair from him, and the hair around the balls of the man under Joyce's writhing body was blond.
Joyce popped the man's cock into her mouth and slid it deeper and deeper until it had completely disappeared inside of her ovaled lips. She was jiggling his bails in her hand as she sucked lewdly on his cock.
Silently, Lyn moved away from the door. I'll fix her, the teenager thought, I'll take a picture of her and him and then Daddy'll divorce her. Lyn thought Joyce was cheap. Cheap, uncultured and stupid. In a lot of ways, she was a perfect match for Lyn's father, but the girl couldn't stand to have Joyce in the house that her mother had decorated so tastefully.
Picking up her camera, Lyn tiptoed back to the master bedroom. Even with the rainy, overcast sky, there was enough natural light for her to get a good picture without a flash to distract the couple on the bed. Lyn waited until it was clearly Joyce's face, then snapped the licentious picture of her stepmother with her mouth half-full of hard cock. Joyce picked that moment to open her eyes.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit!" she exclaimed, rolling off the man. Lyn almost dropped the camera as she saw who it was-Willie Carter, Joyce's brother!
He took in the situation at a glance and leaped from the bed. "She's got our picture!" he exclaimed to his still-dazed sister. "We got to get it back from her or she'll blow the whole trip here for you."
Lyn turned and ran, hoping she could get into her room and get the door locked. Unfortunately, Willie caught her just as she was about to slam her door shut. She kicked at his bare shins and he began to hop around on one foot. He didn't let go of her arm, though, and he swung his other hand, slapping her hard enough that her head turned.
"Kick me again, bitch," he invited, waving his doubled-up hand in front of her. "Kick me again."
She knew better. Willie was a weasel type, dressed in what he thought were sharp clothes but which Lyn thought were only slightly modified pimp-clothes.
"What ... what are we going to do?" Joyce whined as she caught up to them.
"The first thing is to get that camera open and expose the film," Willie barked. He snatched the camera from Lyn and handed it to Joyce. "What the hell are you doing home?" he snarled at Lyn. "I thought you liked school too much to cut."
"I didn't cut," Lyn said as Joyce opened the camera and ripped the film out. "They couldn't turn the furnace off and they sent us all home. I thought Joyce was going to Philly to shop and I was going to practice.
"It's not going to do you any good to destroy the picture," she taunted them. "I'm still going to tell Daddy." She glared at him. "And then your precious sister'll be out on her ass. She'll be lucky if Daddy gives her clothes to wear to wherever she goes."
"Well, then," Willie told her with a smirk, "I guess you ought to have a good story to tell him. Like you can tell him I did this."
Before Lyn could ask what he meant, he'd reached out and grabbed the front of her dress, then yanked hard. Buttons flew everywhere, but the dress opened to her waist, where it was belted.
"Christ, look at those tits," he breathed. "I've been wanting to play with them ever since I laid eyes on you, kiddo. Now I'm going to get my wish."
Lyn tried to slap him, but he caught her hand before she could. "Get me something to tie her up with," he snarled to Joyce. A moment later the still-naked blonde returned with a stocking. "Yeah," Willie said. He forced Lyn's hands down to her sides, then pushed them behind her. His naked body was pressing tightly to hers as he told Joyce. "Well, don't just stand there, you idiot, tie her hands."
"Please," Lyn whimpered, "I won't tell Daddy, I swear I won't."
"Shut up," Willie snarled, in a way that scared her. She started to cry then, but the evil pair ignored her. Joyce wrapped the stocking around her wrists and tied it so tightly that Lyn couldn't move her hands at all. Stepping back from her, Willie undid the belt of her dress, then ripped it open entirely.
"Tear this rag off of her," he told Joyce as he closed his rough hands over Lyn's tits, which were encased in a lacy half-bra. Harshly, he squeezed the terrified girl's tits as Joyce yanked and pulled at the remnants of her dress, until her underwear, shoes and socks were all that Lyn had on.
"Nnnnooooo!" she moaned as she felt Joyce unhooking the straps of her bra. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. Her stepmother's brother couldn't be about to rape her in her own bedroom. Lyn blinked her eyes. Willie didn't go away.
He lifted his hands away from her tits and pulled the bra off them, then closed his fingers over the big jugs again. "Go ahead," he told Joyce, "get her stripped."
"Willie?" Joyce whispered.
"Don't worry," he assured her, "I know what I'm fucking doing." Joyce dropped to her knees behind Lyn and shoved the girl's panties down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to take the panties off. She slipped Lyn's feet out of her moccasins and stripped her socks off, leaving Lyn completely naked.
Tears were falling down the girl's face as Willie stared at her, an evil leer on his face. "You're choice ass, Lyn," he told her. "Yes, indeed, you're going to be one fuck I'm going to remember for a long time."
"Don't, please don t!" Lyn sobbed. "I never have. Never!"
"Yeah?" Willie asked, his eyebrows going up. "That right? I haven't busted a cherry in years. I know I'm going to remember you, baby." He reached up and squeezed one of her tits harshly as he slid his other hand between her thighs and commenced to probe her pussy. "Willie?" Joyce questioned again. "Will you be cool," he snarled at his sister. If the truth were known, Joyce wasn't very bright. But she was stacked like a brick-shithouse, so she didn't need much in the way of brains. Busty, beautiful blondes could always get by. Particularly if they were only nineteen, which is what Joyce was. That was another reason Lyn hated her; she wasn't anything more than a teenager herself.
"I just don't want you to get locked up again," Joyce said fearfully.
"I ain't gonna get locked up," Willie assured her. "I'm going to keep the brat from blowing your trip here, that's what I'm going to fucking do."
His fingers pressed and probed in Lyn's cunt, rubbing the dry flesh, pushing into her virginal twat. He was still squeezing and mawling her tit and she was dancing on tiptoes to avoid the finger he was forcing into the tightness of her dry cunt.
"What're you gonna do, Willie?" Joyce asked. She was still on her knees beside them.
"I'm gonna give the kid such a story to tell that her old man'll be sure she's lying when he hears it. Particularly when you tell him another story first."
The greasy-haired man looked at Lyn and sneered. "Stuck-up bitch. Swishing around like Joyce and I ain't fit to be on the same fucking planet as you. I'm gonna teach you a thing or two, bitch. And I'm gonna make sure you can't do anything to queer my sister's deal here." He leaned forward and fastened his mouth on one of her plump tits, biting cruelly at the nipple.
"Nnnnnnngggghhhhh!" Lyn moaned. She could scream at the top of her lungs, she knew, without it doing any good. There was a house nearby, but there was no one living in it. The closest neighbors were a quarter of a mile away, and their house was as massive as the Holmes'. With both houses shut up during the rain, no one would hear her if she screamed.
"Willie?" Joyce said plaintively.
"Now what the fuck do you want?" he snarled.
"Can ... can I play with her, too?" Joyce begged, stroking the younger girl's trim haunches in a way that made Lyn shudder. She had heard of dykes, of lesbians, of bisexuals, but she had never, as far as she knew, met any. Now it appeared that she was in the hands of such a person.
The hoodlum smiled at his sister. "Sure, go ahead," he said. "But let's get her on the bed first. Then you can get her cunt wet enough for me to fuck her."
"What're you going to do while I do that?" Joyce asked. Lyn shuddered as she heard the salacious curiousity in the older girl's voice. Joyce was just as perverted as her brother, Lyn decided.
"I'm gonna get my cock sucked," Willie replied. "Little Miss Snot-nose here is gonna suck my cock."
"I am not!" Lyn declared emphatically.
"No?" Willie asked, twisting her tit harshly. "That's what you think. But you just watch. You're gonna blow me, baby."
They forced her backward until she was against the bed, then manhandled her into it. Joyce sat between her legs and stroked Lyn's pussy as Willie returned to the hall. When he came back, he was tearing her dress apart even more.
"This is a new dress," he told Joyce. "You go out and buy another before her old man talks to her-if he talks to her. The story we tell him, he may just belt her around and not even listen."
"What are you going to tell him?" Lyn demanded apprehensively.
"Don't you worry about that," Willie told her coldly.
He caught one of her ankles and bent her leg back over her torso, then tied a long section of her dress around the ankle. A moment later and the other end of the strip of fabric was tied to the headboard of the bed. Swiftly, Willie repeated the operation with the teenager's other leg, leaving her completely helpless.
Not only was she unable to move, she was positioned in the most obscene manner she could imagine. Her pussy was spread to the utmost, her tits were available if they wanted to play with them; even her asshole was exposed to their sight.
Joyce squatted below her and scratched at Lyn's tender inner thighs. "If you've got any sense," she warned the younger girl, "you'll do like Willie tells you to. Otherwise," she giggled, "he'll hurt you. Willie knows a lot about hurting people. He can make you scream and scream and there won't be anything to show that he even touched you in ten or fifteen minutes after he's finished." Again Joyce giggled. "I hope you're dumb," she told the helpless girl. "I'd love to see Willie work on you.
He can make you hurt so much you start liking it."
Lyn shuddered at the words. She had no choice but to obey; she was helpless, she knew that. She would have to endure whatever indignities they performed in her, then hope that her father would believe her story in opposition to whatever lie they told him.
Willie returned to the bed carrying a thick belt. "You gonna do what we tell you," he snarled, "or do you want me to beat your ass?" He flicked the belt casually, but the tip snapped directly against her asshole.
"HHHHHHIIIIEEEE!!" Lyn screamed as the most incredible pain she'd ever felt coursed through her. "I'll do it! I'll do what you want!" she cried. She couldn't stand it if he hit her again.
With a grin, Willie climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her. His slippery cock waved in the air just above her tear-streaked face.
"Lick it, bitch," he ordered, catching her head and lifting it. The strain on her neck bothered her, even after he stuffed a pillow under it. "Lick my cock, I said," he snarled.
With a wry grimace, Lyn extended her tongue and slid it along the underside of his cock. If that was all he wanted, it wouldn't be so bad. She didn't like licking his cock, but she didn't hate it. It was something she could do, though, something that she could endure.
He shifted, moving a little higher in the bed. "Lick it good," he ordered. "Lick it all, even my balls."
Lyn gulped but started to comply. Her dainty tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, swept over his balls again and again, until they were wet with her saliva. His crotch was musky-smelling, but Lyn learned to ignore the rank odor as she worked her tongue against his cock.
"NNNNNOOOOO!" Lyn screamed suddenly as she felt a hot tongue slide into her gaped snatch. It had to be Joyce eating her cunt, and Lyn didn't want that. She didn't want any part of any of this, but at least with Willie, it was normal. Having Joyce eat her cunt was perverted. "Please," she whimpered, "don't!"
Her plea was ignored. Joyce's tongue slithered along the hot, dry length of the bound teenager's pussy, swirling across the depths of her cuntal furrow as Joyce dug her fingers into Lyn's resilient ass.
"That screaming's getting on my nerves," Willie said coldly. "I guess I better stick my cock in your mouth so you can't scream any more."
Lyn turned her to avoid that, but Willie caught her chin in his hand, displaying considerable strength. He grinned cruelly at her as he reached down with his other hand and clamped her nose shut.
Lyn tried to breathe through tightly clenced teeth but she was unsuccessful. When she was forced to open her mouth to suck in air, Willie jammed his cock into her mouth and released her nose.
"Now, you suck my cock good," he ordered.
"And don't even think of biting me. That'd be the worse mistake you ever made in your life."
Something in Lyn's mind told her he was speaking the truth. She obeyed his instructions, licking and sucking at the cock that he sawed back and forth in her mouth. All the while, Joyce was licking at her pussy as if she were possessed. Despite herself, Lyn felt her cunt growing wet with more than Joyce's saliva.
Willie fucked his cock deeper into her mouth, until she almost gagged. , "How is she, Sis?" he snickered. "She got a tasty pussy?"
Joyce answered with an obscene gurgling as she fastened her mouth on Lyn's clitoris and started sucking at it, making it swell against the girl's wishes.
The fat cock rode in and out of Lyn's mouth as Willie swung his hips to and fro, fucking into her mouth easily. Joyce sucked at the swelling clit and jammed a thumb into Lyn's dilated cunt-hole, then began frigging it. The room was filled with the sound of Willie's harsh breathing and the slurping noises of his sister as she sucked and licked at their captive's snatch.
Lyn lost track of time. All there was, was the tongue in her cunt and the cock in her mouth and Willie's obscene comments about what she was doing to him. Her hands ached and she was tortured by them being under the small of her back. But there was nothing she could do about any of it except pray for it to be over soon.
"AAAaaaaahhhhh!" Willie moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her mouth farther over his cock.
Lyn felt his prick swell and pulsate, then he was jetting his hot cum into her mouth. Gob after gob of the sticky, salt-flavored jizz burst into the frightened girl's mouth.
"Swallow it, you whore!" Willie rasped, reaching down and squeezing one of her tits as harshly as he could. Lyn was too scared not to obey, although she thought she was going to vomit as the sticky strands of jism slid down her throat.
Joyce's tongue and mouth were getting to her. There was no way she could prevent her body from reacting. The fifteen-year-old girl shuddered violently as Joyce sucked and licked her to a climax.