Chapter 10
Brenda was worried about her sister. Janet had been drinking a little more than she should, and Steve seemed to be in a foul mood. And Mr. Douglas kept coming around trying to feel Janet up. Brenda had stayed close to her sister even though there were quite a few attractive men at the party.
Brenda didn't want to leave her alone. Brenda guided Janet over to one corner of the room and made her sit down. Steve was right behind them. He had an ugly look on his face.
"You just made her walk away from Mr. Douglas," Steve said.
"You saw what he was trying to do," Brenda said. "You're her husband. You should take care of her."
"I take good care of her," Steve said.
"Tonight you're not," Brenda said. "That dirty old man practically grabbed her tits in front of everybody, and you just stood there looking innocent."
"There are some things you don't understand," Steve said.
"I understand when my sister has had a little too much wine," Brenda said. "And she needs to go home."
Mr. Douglas was suddenly there. He looked the part of the perfect host except that he was drinking a little too much himself. Brenda wished he'd go away and leave them alone.
"Janet looks a little pale," he said. "Perhaps it would be best if she went up to my room and stretched out."
"Good idea," Steve said.
Brenda turned pale. She couldn't believe her brother-in-law was blind to what was going on. There was only one reason that John wanted to get Janet into his room. Brenda didn't want it to happen.
"I'm taking her home," Brenda said.
"No," Steve said. "No, you're not."
Brenda was helping Janet to her feet. She was surprised when she felt Steve's huge hand clamp around her arm and jerk her away. Steve was furious.
"Get the hell away from her," Steve said.
"I'm taking her home," Brenda insisted.
People were watching them and Brenda really didn't expect anything violent to happen. She was wrong. Steve suddenly swung his big fist and hit her in the stomach. Brenda felt sick. She clutched her belly and almost fell, but Steve grabbed her arm and led her out of the room, up the stairs, and into the master bedroom.
Brenda was still gasping for breath as Steve made her sit down on the edge of the bed. Steve grabbed her hair and bent her head back.
"They'll be bringing Janet up here in a minute," he said. "Now don't give me any trouble. No matter what happens. Do you understand?"
Steve was crazy and mean, and she was scared to death. She nodded her head. She was beginning to get her breath back when they walked Janet into the room. Brenda started feeling terrified.
John Douglas had Janet stripped to the waist and he was casually fondling her big tits. Brenda could see Janet was aware of what was going on. Janet didn't look so drunk any more.
"You shouldn't try to make trouble for us," John said. "It only makes things worse."
"What are you doing?" Brenda asked.
"I should think it would be obvious," he answered. "I've always wanted to fuck Janet and now I'm going to get my chance."
"Take me instead," Brenda said bravely. "You know that I'll do anything you want."
"You'll do anything I want, all right," John said. "But I'm still going to fuck your beautiful sister!"
Brenda looked over his shoulder and saw Steve standing there. He looked unhappy, but he didn't look like he was going to do anything to stop what was happening. Brenda understood everything then. Steve had made some kind of deal with John Douglas.
John was peeling off the rest of Janet's gown. Janet had nothing on but her panties and black garter belt underneath. Brenda remembered how excited Janet had been when she'd been putting on the garter belt earlier. She had been doing it for Steve. It was Steve's favorite outfit.
John seemed to like it, too. He made Janet turn around so that he could admire her jutting asscheeks and her creamy thighs. He put his hand between her thighs and made Janet cry out. Brenda was sure she wasn't so drunk anymore.
"Stop this," Brenda said. "Can't you tell she doesn't want you to fuck her?"
"That only makes it better," John said.
He pushed Janet back to the bed. He made her sit with her legs spread, and he dropped down to his knees. He started kissing and nibbling at the flesh of Janet's thighs. Janet had her eyes closed and she was breathing heavy.
Brenda tried to close her eyes to block out the scene. She couldn't. She had to keep watching. There was something lewdly exciting about the way Janet was being degraded. Brenda looked back at Steve and saw that Steve was feeling it, too. The front of his trousers bulged.
"Take off your panties," John said. "I want to put my nose in your cunt!"
Janet woodenly peeled her panties off. Mr. Douglas put his head back between her legs. This time Janet cried out a little louder and Brenda knew he was licking her pussy. Brenda could see the top of his head moving as he licked Janet's pussy. Brenda felt her tits growing heavy with desire. She felt her body was betraying her. She put her hand on her thigh and she could feel the heat right through her evening gown.
John looked at her. "You strip. I want both of you naked."
"I will not," Brenda answered. "Do it, bitch!"
Steve stepped forward and balled up his fists. Brenda decided she'd better do what they demanded.
She could feel John and Steve's hot eyes watching her as she peeled out of the green gown. Her naked tits hit the somewhat cooler air of the bedroom, and she felt them betray her by jumping up hard and proud.
It was Steve who stepped forward and peeled off her gown the rest of the way. She felt Steve's hand go between her legs in a rough massage. Despite her feelings about all that was happening, she could feel a quick spurt of excitement.
"Don't do this," she begged.
"Shut up, cunt," Steve said.
John had pushed Janet back onto the bed. His face was buried between her thighs. Brenda could tell that Janet didn't want to enjoy it, but already her body was responding. Her thighs were spreading a little wider and quivering with excitement.
"Peel off your panties," Steve told Brenda.
Brenda quickly did as she was told. She didn't want a repeat of that awful blow to her stomach. She was still feeling the pain. She dropped her panties and wasn't surprised when Steve pushed her onto the bed.
John raised his head. "Eat her pussy, too, Steve. We'll get them both worked up!"
Brenda was still protesting when Steve spread her legs wide apart and dropped his face to her thighs. She felt his teeth nipping at her creamy thighs. It was a little painful, at first, but then she could feel her pussy starting to get juiced up. She didn't want this to happen, but she didn't have the strength to move as Steve's hot lips moved up to her cunt. She felt the tingles shoot all over her body when Steve's mouth touched her cunt.
She looked over at her older sister. She was almost close enough to touch Janet's face. She saw that Janet's mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Janet was breathing heavily, and Brenda knew that John was turning her on.
Just as Steve was turning Brenda on, Brenda reached down and put her hands in Steve's hair. He wasn't eating her roughly. His gentle tongue was easily rubbing across her cunt-lips, back and forth until she thought she was going to die from pleasure.
"Oh, Steve," she moaned softly. "I don't care any more. Just eat me, Steve! Put your tongue in my pussy!"
Steve began sliding his tongue in and out of her cunt. His tongue felt very long and sensitive. It seemed to touch the most exciting places of her pussy. She spread her legs a little wider and began clawing at the back of his head. She wanted his face farther in her hot pussy.
"I love it, Steve," she moaned. "I love it when you eat me! Oh, it feels so good!"
Janet still wasn't saying anything, but she was making little gasping sounds. Brenda knew it wouldn't be long before she came. Brenda reached over and clutched her sister's hand.
"Oh, God!" Janet cried. "Oh, God, I'm getting there. I'm getting so close!"
John Douglas was experienced enough to know exactly when she was going to come, and that was when he raised his head. Brenda had never seen anyone do anything so cruel. Poor Janet was still moving in pleasure, but there was no tongue to take her all the way.
"Please, don't stop," Janet begged.
Brenda understood how hard that was for her to say.
"Don't stop eating me! Don't treat me like this!" Janet shrieked again.
"That's right," John said. "Beg me, cunt. You always thought I was a funny old man. What do you think now, cunt? Beg me!"
It hurt Brenda to see her sister so shamed. But Janet was opening and closing her legs and making little mewling sounds. Brenda knew how hot she really was. John made her turn over on her belly and he put one hand roughly between her legs.
"Do you like that, bitch?" he asked.
"Make me come," Janet answered. "Do anything you like, but please make me come. I feel so crazy!"
Steve had stopped eating Brenda and had raised his head to see the action. Brenda wasn't as bad off as Janet. Brenda had a pleasing ache in her pussy, but she wasn't that close to having an orgasm. Only her poor sister was in a crisis.
John Douglas was undressing. Brenda remembered his lean body with that big cock. He grinned as he saw her looking at him. He ran his hand up and down the length of her thigh.
"Just wait your turn, pretty bitch," he told her.
"My cunt's on fire!" Janet cried. "Oh, God, somebody do something. My cunt's on fire."
Brenda was starting to realize that there was something else wrong with her sister. Janet wouldn't have gotten so hot with just a little cunt-licking. Someone must have put something in her drink to get her this hot.
She started to say something to Steve about it, but Steve's face was back between her legs. It felt so good that she didn't want him to stop. She put her hands on the back of his head and let him keep sucking her pussy.
"Oh, God," Janet moaned. "Do something for me. Please, do something for me."
"I don't think a hundred cocks would help a cunt like you," John said. "But I'm going to try. Now get up on your hands and knees like a good little bitch!"
It was disturbing to see her once-proud sister act so whorish. Janet hurriedly moved up on her hands and knees. Her face was closer to Brenda's and Brenda could see the saliva dripping out of one corner of Janet's mouth. Brenda had never seen anyone so ready to fuck.
John gave her what she wanted. He moved forward and crammed his thick meat into her pussy with one savage thrust. Brenda saw the look of pure animal pleasure that went over John's face. Janet's tongue was out and she was licking her lips.
"Fuck me!" Janet cried. "Fuck me good. Give me your cock! Fuck my hot cunt!"
John was having his fantasy come true. Her cunt was tight and hot as hell. She was putting some moves on him. Her ass was shaking in excitement. He thought about the other sister and he didn't want her to feel left out.
"Come here, cunt," he said. "Lick my balls and asshole while I'm fucking your sister!" - She didn't want to leave the pleasure Steve's mouth was giving her. It was Steve who made her get off the bed and go around behind John. She dropped to her knees so that she was facing his ass and heavy balls. She could see the quick rhythm as John stabbed his thick cock into her sister's cunt.
She leaned forward and began licking the crack of his ass. Nothing could have been more degrading. She licked until she had his asshole covered with her saliva. She moved forward so that she was licking his balls and sucking at them.
That seemed to excite John even more. He was thrusting his prick savagely into Janet's cunt. Brenda could hear the sounds his cock made as he drove it in powerfully. Brenda could also smell and taste some of Janet's leaking juices.
"Oh, shit!" Janet cried. "Shit, I'm coming. I needed that. I need it so bad. I'm coming. Christ, I'm coming. COMING!"
Janet screamed as she rammed her ass back against John. She seemed to keep on coming forever. Brenda kept ramming her tongue against John's balls until they stopped fucking. John suddenly pulled his prick out of Janet's cunt and let her fall onto the bed. He turned around quickly so that his burning prick brushed against Brenda's lips.
"Now you finish me off, cunt," he said. "I like the way you give a blow-job!"
Brenda hardly had time to take a breath as he rammed his fat cock between her lips. Steve and John must have planned this because Steve walked around behind her and started forcing her up on her hands and knees. John sat down on the bed and let her get more comfortable. She felt Steve's hand playing with her pussy-lips.
She realized what they were going to do as she heard Steve pulling his zipper down. Both of them were going to fuck her! She remembered how excited she had gotten at the movie.
Now it was going to happen to her.
John was moving his cock in and out of her lips slowly, as if he didn't want to come too soon. She could feel his cum dripping out of the sides of her mouth. He was leaking quite a bit of thick, creamy jism.
"Fuck her, Steve," John said. "Fuck her pussy!"
John was behind her, rubbing his stiff cock against her pussy-lips. She couldn't have stopped him if she'd wanted to. She felt it when he tensed and then gently pushed the massive head of his cock into her tender pussy.
"Oh, God," he groaned softly. "God, that's nice. That feels good!"
Brenda would have loudly agreed with him if she could have spoken. His big fat cock felt good filling her hot pussy. She started making little movements with her ass that she knew would turn him on even more.
"Shit, baby," Steve grunted. "Shit, keep doing that and I'm going to fuck your ass off!"
Steve began ramming his prick into her a little faster. John matched the same rhythm as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Brenda knew she would never feel so excited again. There was something about being fucked with two cocks at the same time that really made her tingle.
Now both the men had started ramming their cocks into her two holes as savagely as they could. She felt like John's cock was ramming all the way down into her belly, and it almost felt like Steve's cock was meeting it in the middle. She had never been used so brutally-or enjoyed it so much.
John had lost his rhythm and she could feel his cock-head growing inside her lips. More of his hot cum was dripping into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, while he used his other hand to stroke her titties.
"Oh, shit," John groaned. "I'm going to blow it! I'm going to fucking come! Oh, shit, it feels good, baby! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!"
He rammed forward as far as he could. She felt the hot explosion of his cock-cream in her mouth.
She started choking and swallowing, and she could feel the thick cock-jism filling her throat. She couldn't contain it all and she felt it dripping out of her mouth and wetting her chin.
"Oh, you bitch," John said softly. "You fucking cock-sucking bitch!"
John pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed the tip against her cheek. She could feel him leaving a trail of wet cum down the side of her face.
Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and Steve was ramming her as hard as he could. She felt his heavy balls slapping her each time he pushed in his cock. She could feel the fat wetness of his cock filling every inch of her pussy.
"That's it, baby!" she cried out. "Fuck me. Fuck me good!"
Steve was doing his best to fuck her hard. He hadn't pounded her pussy this hard before, not even that first time.
"You know how to do it to me!" she screamed. "You know how to fuck!"
She could see John watching them with an amused smile. That didn't bother her. Now all she could think about was Steve's wonderful cock filling her pussy. She started sliding on her knees so that she was ramming back against him as hard as he was fucking her.
"That's it, Steve!" she cried. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come! OH, JESUS, STEVE, OH JESUS!"
She almost lifted herself off the floor with the powerful spasms of pleasure that shot through her. She felt her pussy-juices soaking Steve's cock and dripping down the backs of her thighs. She didn't stop moving even when the last spasms went through her. She wanted Steve to enjoy it as much as she did.
"Give it to me, Steve," she whispered. "Shoot your cum in my pussy. Give it to me!"
She felt Steve's prick getting harder and fatter. She braced herself for the explosion of jism to follow. He was thrusting into her cunt so savagely that she was sure he was going to bruise her. She had never known him to get this violent. It must have made him hot to watch his wife being fucked by old John Douglas.
"I'm going to come," Steve whispered. "I'm fixing to come. I can feel it in my balls. It's shooting in you. Feel that, bitch? Feel my hot cum? OH, JESUS, I'M SHOOTING!"
He rammed forward again and his hot cum began to spurt wildly into her pussy. It was what she needed. It was like a soothing balm to help put out her fires. She felt the hot prick-juice running all down the backs of her legs and making her sticky.
She didn't mind that. She loved Steve's cum.
He moved in and out of her cunt a couple more times before she felt him pulling his cock out of her. Brenda felt sore and tired. She felt like she'd been pounded by a club.
"Wonderful," John Douglas said. "I'm going to my room and take a shower. I'll expect you all down to the party just as soon as you get dressed!"
John Douglas sounded like he owned them. She didn't say anything to him as he left the room, but she quickly turned on Steve.
"I'm sorry," Steve said, both to Brenda and his wife. "I just needed the promotion. It was important."
Janet didn't look angry as she kneeled down beside her husband.
"You know you should have told me," Janet said. "I'd do anything for you, even fuck that man's eyeballs out."
"Me, too," Brenda admitted, her anger gone. "I guess we'd better get back to the party. I'm a city girl now and I guess I'd better start learning to act the part."
Brenda sounded better than she felt. She had enjoyed what had happened to her, but she didn't like the thought of being forced. She also knew that she was going to stay in the city, and someday she would get her revenge on John Douglas. She was sure of that.
Mean, she wasn't going to feel guilty as as was going to enjoy fucking all she could.