Chapter 5
Lynn sat in the bright, sunny kitchen, playing idly with the soggy cornflakes in the bottom of her bowl. Her head in her hand, she tried to arrange the three flakes in an artistic pattern in the pool of milk. But every time she moved one it shifted the others.
"Shit," she snorted, dropping her spoon. Her mind flashed back to the hideous, humiliating, unbelievably arousing afternoon with Sandra and Carl. Every gross instant of it was indelibly engraved on her brain cells.
What horrified her was a realization that had come to her as she woke up that morning: she hadn't yet had a normal fuck. The only times she had taken cock she had been tied up. First it had been Carl, then her father, then Carl again.
She wondered if she would enjoy a normal screwing. Was she doomed to go through life searching for tighter bonds, crueler ropes, more humiliating penetrations? The thought made her stomach a bit queasy.
She thought of Cookie Dwayne. Good, wholesome, sweet Cookie would never fall to such depths. Probably she was still a virgin. Something about her innocent blonde good looks made it impossible to visualize her spiked on a cock. When she did get deflowered, it would undoubtedly be on her wedding night. Her handsome, tender, thoughtful husband would gently ease up a white negligee before slowly slipping his penis - not cock, penis - into her perfumed vagina.
"Shit," Lynn snorted again. She thought maybe she should envy Cookie, but somehow didn't.
But Lynn did wonder what it would be like to have a simple, straightforward, missionary-position fuck. The idea made her cunt warm slowly. A gentle horny itch was forming in her tummy.
Nervously, Lynn got up and began clearing the table. The house echoed emptily around her. Her father was at work, leaving her, as usual, to her own devices until late in the afternoon.
He hadn't commented on the rope burns on her wrists. They had been quite noticeable for two or three days following the episode with Carl and Sandra. Peter couldn't have missed seeing them: they were raw like a bad sunburn and the skin was chafed and flaking. There had been other burns, but less prominent ones, on her breasts and upper arms. Of course, she hadn't let him see her naked tits.
Thinking about her father got her hot. Her curiosity had been stirred by his talk about Mom. Lynn hardly remembered her mother - she had died of cancer when Lynn was five. The photographs showed a strikingly beautiful woman, dark-haired like Lynn, full-breasted with a gracefully slender body.
What was it Daddy had said? Something about Mom being willing to do anything. Apparently, he had regularly tied her up, beaten her, ravished her like a rutting animal.
Lynn was afraid she had inherited her mother's slut-genes.
Restlessly, Lynn prowled the empty house. The hominess in her gut would give her no peace. She was fighting the urge to search for Carl. Just the thought of his rope digging into her was enough to make her cunt drool.
"No, dammit," Lynn growled at herself, still pacing. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of her seeking him out. He was going to have to come to her the next time.
Then he could tie her up and rape the shit out of her, she told herself sourly. And he would, and she would love it.
But she had to find out if that was all there was. She had to know if she was doomed to a life of slavery, or if she could have a man on an equal basis, or if she could dominate a man.
The thought of screwing, just screwing, on clean sheets, was unutterably boring. But, she had to admit, arousing, too.
But who? Jamey Dwayne? Ridiculous.
Or was it? He was male; he had a cock. What's more, she could twist him around her little finger. It would be like taking candy from a baby.
Not, she had to admit, that he would be more than happy to give it to her. And, what better time than now, and what better place then in her own, frilly, teenage-girl bedroom? She went to the telephone.
It was just her luck that Cookie answered. "Who? Lynn?"
"Is Jamey there?" Lynn asked, resisting the urge to puke at the sound of Cookie's prissy, virgin tone.
"What do you want him for?" Cookie asked. "What are you, his watch dog?" Lynn asked angrily. "He can talk for himself. And if he doesn't want to come to the phone he can decide that for himself, too."
She tapped her toe nervously while there was a long muffled conversation. She was sure Cookie was trying to talk her twin out of coming to the phone.
"Hi," Jamey said at last.
"Hi," Lynn responded, her heart fluttering. She didn't quite know how to ask him to come over for a fuck. "Uh, you busy right now?"
"No," he answered cautiously. "What's up?" Lynn's mouth went dry. She licked her lips. "I ... uh ... thought you might like to come over and ... uh ... mess around."
"Oh?" There was interest in his tone, but also fear and restraint. He was remembering all the times she had teased him, led him on.
"No one's home but me," she said softly. "And I'm lonely."
"Oh."
"Nobody'll be home until late this afternoon," she added. She let her voice go husky and soft and intimate. "What do you say?"
The silence went on until she thought she was going to scream.
"I promise I won't be a bitch," she added. "Cross my heart."
"I'll believe it when I do the crossing of your heart," Jamey said.
"Why don't you come over and do it, then?" "You mean it?"
She nodded, then remembered he couldn't see her. "I mean it," she said in a tone that threatened to melt the telephone wires. Her insides were coiling with lust. "I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die."
"I'll be over in about fifteen minutes. And if you're lying to me, I'll beat the shit out of you." Lynn managed to avoid giggling at the threat. God, if he only knew what that would do to her.
"I'll be ready and waiting," she assured him, and hung up.
She dashed to her room, stripped to the buff, and quickly got dressed again - even bra and panties. Her blouse was sweetly sexy and the shorts hugged her bottom like a second skin. She dabbed on dots of perfume, ran a comb through her shining dark hair and applied a quick touch of lipstick. She finished just as the doorbell rang. With an eager skip, she hurried to let him in.
"Hi," he greeted her warily, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hi, come on in," she invited.
His eyes flickered over her, picked out her long, slender legs, the thrust of her tits, the way the shorts clung to her crotch. "You look nice," he noted politely.
"Thanks. Uh, come on into the living room."
He sat nervously on the sofa. She put some music on before sitting down close beside him. His arm went around her shoulders and she rested a hand on his thigh.
His first kiss was hesitant, shy, tentative. She let her lips soften and felt him respond, felt the tip of his tongue probe delicately. She let him in, welcomed him with her own tongue. The kiss grew harder and hotter until her heart was hammering and her whole body felt like it was melting. His hand touched her side, low down, then slipped up toward her breast. She tightened her grip on his thigh. She slid a soft hand up his strong chest as his fingers hesitantly cupped her tit through blouse and bra.
Her breathing got ragged as he put pressure on her boob. She felt the bra cup wrinkle as he fondled her soft mound. Her chest hurt more than it had when it had been wrapped in Carl's ropes.
When Jamey's fingers strayed to the buttons of her blouse it was a milestone. She had teased him along this far before, but always halted him before he could undress her. This time she held very still as he pried open button, after button, after button. She felt the blouse spread, and let him slide it back off her shoulders.
In a few moments she was bare to the waist, and his lips were closing on her aching tit, tenderly nursing on a jutting berry.
Lynn was relieved to find that the flames that roared through her from this gentle lovemaking were fully as hot as the ones she had felt when in bondage. She let her fingers measure the size of Jamey's cock, and couldn't believe it was as big as it felt. She began to loosen his belt as he fumbled with the fly of her shorts.
The cock she exposed was a mammoth monster of lust. With a delighted purr, she closed her fingers around it. She felt its heat, smeared it with goo while she lifted her butt so he could slide her shorts and panties down her lithe legs. Then she helped him out of his clothes.
"Come," she urged, taking his hands, leading him to her sunny, pink bedroom and its white-sheeted bed. He trotted along behind her eagerly, then lay down beside her on the cool sheets.
For a long time he just looked at her. She lay there gracefully, hiding nothing, but not revealing her innermost secrets, either. His eyes fondled her breasts, her soft tummy, the brown muff between her smooth thighs. She curled her fingers around his mammoth dick and squeezed it slowly and sensuously. She watched his glittering oozings as they welled from the smirking slit at the tip.
His cock was titanic. It was half again as long as Carl's impressive shaft. Its diameter was so great her fingers had a hard time encircling it. She moved her hand up and down on it, watched the skin slip over the rigid inner core.
His hand touched her breast, made her tit flame hot as it was brushed. His fingers measured the weight and softness of her boob. The lust flamed hotter in her gut. She sighed and let her eyes close while she savored the fire that was running through her whole body. His lips touched her tit and she whimpered. His hand slid down toward her pussy, and she spread her thighs, opened her innermost recesses to his exploration.
His fingers cupped her mound, then one slipped into her slit. Her hips humped, pressed his invading finger into her slick hole. His finger slid in. She sighed happily as it penetrated her.
"Oh, Jamey," she moaned, and squeezed his dork.
His lips smothered hers as he stroked his finger in and out of her snatch. As he explored her dripping slit, she wondered where he had learned so much. Then a blast of lust made thinking impossible.
"I need you," she moaned, pushing him on his back.
"What?"
"Let me," she whispered. "You're so big! Let me do it. Please?"
To her relief, he did, lay on his back and let her mount him. His hands came up, pressed her aching breasts as she straddled him and guided his monster dork to her burning slit. The mirror at the head of her bed caught her eye. She could see everything!
She lowered, and watched the mammoth knob push into her curling bush. She felt him press her hairy labes and reached down and pried them apart for his dick tip. Then his cock was nuzzling her cunt and she was shaking at the thought of taking that tower into her body. It might split her wide open.
"Ah!" she grunted as she took the head of his dick. Gurgling, she slowly spiked herself on his gross shaft. She watched ravenously as she leisurely speared herself. The sight of his gigantic dick vanishing into her hole, spreading her lips so wide she could see the shining inner tissues, sent her lust soaring.
And the feel, the sensation of having her so-recently-virgin cunt being stretched to the limit by his bulk was unbelievable. Every wrinkle and fold of her cunt tunnel had been ironed out. His fingers dug into her soft boobs as she slowly gored herself on his cock.
Then he was halfway, then three-quarters of the way. Finally, she felt the head of his cock meet the end of her tunnel. It was more than she could bear. Her muscles gave way and she fell the rest of the way in one sharp jolt that rocked her from her ass to the top of her head. She went rigid. The feel of his elephantine cock in her hole was stupendous.
"Oh my God," she whimpered.
Then she leaned forward and began to rise and fall on his giant tower. When she went up it felt like he was going to turn her inside out. When she went back down, no matter how she braced herself, the impact of his cock on the end of her hole wrenched a moan from her.
Reaching down, she fingered her clit as she rose and fell, rose and fell on his huge pecker. Rolling and twisting the squirmy little button sent hot flames raging through her, brought her closer and closer to cumming as she pistoned on Jamey's prick.
His grip on her tits became more impatient, harder, crueler. His hips were heaving and rolling, stirring his cock in her cunt as she pistoned up and down. His blonde hair was stringy with sweat as he rammed his dick up when she came down. Then he dropped away sharply and slammed up just as she was coming down. She thought she was going to black out.
"Gonna cum," he growled.
"Oh yes," she wheezed, fingering her clit madly as she fucked him. "Cum now, cum now, cum now, aaahhhh." Her voice trailed vaguely off in an orgasmic wheeze as the fireball of her cumming mushroomed up through her like an atomic blast.
In the mirror she saw his dork socketed in her cunt. The tiny sliver she could see spasmed. She saw that ivory, shining wet column convulse and heave and felt his eruption spray her guts. Then, as gout after gout filled her clenching, milking cunny, she saw a thick wave of overflow drench the tangled kinks of his strawberry blonde bush. She let her eyes close as the fire burned away her consciousness, left her with nothing but pure pleasure.
Lynn slowly tilted forward, levered his dick over with her cunt. She felt his still-massive hard-on slipping on a coating of cum. His arms went around her and she snuggled against him. Her breasts squirmed on his sweaty chest. Her tits were hard little raisins between them.
"Jeez, that was good," Jamey panted. His hands were stroking her nude back from shoulders to ass. Lynn squirmed. She loved the feel of her boobs squashing against his chest. "I promised you, didn't I?"
"You sure did!"
"Glad you came over?"
"Stupid question," he snorted. He wiggled, and she felt his still half-hard dork stir in her pussy. "Oooo, you are a big one," she moaned.
"So I've been told," he grunted, shifting so his dick stroked her cunny.
"Who told you?" she asked, curious.
"People," he answered vaguely. "Guys at school when we shower after gym class."
She was sure he was lying. So she tried a flank attack to get the information she wanted. "You weren't a virgin, were you?"
He was silent for a moment. "No," he admitted. Then he was silent again. "Neither were you," he said accusingly.
"Of course not!"
"Carl I'll bet," Jamey snorted.
"Who else?" She squirmed on top of him, shifted to stimulate his dick. She felt it respond, felt it burrow deeper into her. "How many girls have you had?" she asked.
"Enough to know what I'm doing," he answered vaguely.
Might mean more than one, she mused. But it might not. "Anyone I know?"
"Maybe. What is this, anyway, a courtroom?" "No, a fuck room," she purred, wriggling to get his cock to drill still deeper into her.
"You sure have changed," he noted, shifting and stirring his dick in her himself.
"Oh?"
"You used to be a tease. How come all of a sudden you're willing to fuck like a bunny?"
Lynn thought of her deflowering and a warm flush spread through her. "Let's just say I've seen the light."
"Do you just fuck?" "What do you mean?" "How about a little sucking?"
"Right now?" she asked. She was very content with his dick in her twat.
"No."
"Later," she hissed, sliding up and down him on a film of perspiration. She felt his pecker slide in and out of her cunt.
"Yeah," he grunted agreeably, helping her move by gripping her ass and pushing and pulling her. Lynn spread her legs wider, and managed to get her pubic arch to grind against his. Now, as she moved up and down him, her clit was pinched and rolled between the two bones. "Oooohhh, yesss," she purred as the embers in her belly were fanned into flames.
Jamey's fingers dug at her rear, pried her ass cheeks apart as he tugged and shoved at her. She felt him exploring her ass crack, and felt an itch developing in a most unexpected place. His strong fingers dug at the bottom of her ass seam and she whimpered.
His cock was almost full size again - which meant overgrown. She felt the head burrowing like a mole at the end of her hole, digging deeper and deeper into her as the shaft stretched her twat wider and wider. Hooking her arms under his and curling her fingers over his shoulders, she increased the speed of her fucking. Her clit became a fireball of pleasure as it was ground between the millstones of their pubic arches.
His finger touched her shitter and she moaned at the incredible pleasure. She wriggled her rear encouragingly as he probed her cum- and sweat-slimey bung. She couldn't understand why it felt so good. All she knew was that she wanted him to dig his finger into her asshole.
When he slowly began to work a digit into her asshole, she thought she was going to cum right then. For a moment he stopped. Her cunt went into spasms as muscle knots rippled through her. Her asshole burned like fire, itched like hell, and sent pleasure messages like she had never received before in her life. She fought to let him in, fought to relax her asshole.
"Awwww," she snarled as his finger slowly snuck into her crapper like a red hot worm. "Jesus!"
"Like that, huh?" he said lewdly, twisting and turning his finger in her bung.
"Awwww, shit, yes," she moaned. "Want to try two?"
"Ohhh, God, yeah," she agreed.
She felt a second finger touch her sphincter, then slowly pry its way into the rubbery ring. She battled to relax it more. She felt the muscle stretch slowly, and then felt the second invader slip into her asshole beside the first.
"Oh, my God," she wailed as Jamey socketed two fingers deep in her bung.
He stirred his dick in her, and she thought she was going to faint. He twisted his fingers in her rear, and the pain was exquisite.
"Too bad I'm so well hung," Jamey noted idly. "Why?" she moaned.
"I've always wanted to ram my dick into an asshole," he answered, wriggling his fingers in her shitty depths.
"My God," Lynn wailed as she thought of having a cock ream her out. Her asshole tried to pinch off his fingers, and got burned for its trouble.
With his grip in her asshole, he moved her on him. She realized that once again, even though she was on top, she was at the mercy of a man. It didn't matter. She skidded and slipped on his flesh. His cock squirmed in her tormented, stretched cunt as his fingers twisted and burned her rear. Her clit was on fire as she writhed on top of him.
With a heave that caught her by surprise, he tumbled them over, rolled her on her back, wound up on top of her. His cock and his fingers never left their hot nests in her bottom. Then he lifted up off her a little and began to fuck her in earnest, began dragging his dork out and slamming it back in. His fingers began digging at her tender anal wall, began pinching it as he put pressure on his cock.
Lynn gave up trying to control things and let her hands reach over her head and grip the edge of the mattress. Her mind was being reduced to tatters by the endless waves of pleasure - from her clit, her cunt, and her rear.
She imagined twists of rope cutting into her flesh, and felt the pleasure double and redouble. She crossed her wrists as if they were tied and writhed as if coils of rope were cutting into her tits and back. It was all there, all the unholy ecstasy she had felt before. Her first time with him faded in comparison. She was being inundated by her sensations.
Jamey rammed into her, hard, cruelly, until she thought she was going to be torn to bloody shreds by his cock and fingers.
He thrust as hard and as deep as he could, then used his grip in her rear to pinch his cock in her tight cunt. His jizz forced past the constriction like hot acid and burst from his cock like water from a firehose. He grunted hoarsely and doused her hole with sperm until she was flooded with cream.
Her cumming began to fade as his cock shriveled. Her asshole fought to drive out his fingers, and closed with a grateful twinge when he extracted them. Reaching blindly, she grabbed his wrist, and drew his fouled hand to her nose, smelled the earthy stench on his fingers.
"I'll go wash up," he mumbled, dragging himself off her. That, she thought, was something Carl would never do.
She rolled off the bed and showed him the way to the bathroom. His cock was impressive, even soft. It was shining and gooey with their gunk.
As he stood at the sink washing his hands, his cock was even with the basin. She imagined him pissing into the bowl. "Do guys like to have fingers put up their rears, too?" she asked.
Jamey rinsed his hands. "I don't know."
"Come on," she said, taking his dick in her hand, using it as a handle.
"What're you doing?"
"I'm going to show you I can suck too;" she answered, leading him back to the bed.
He lay down on the cool sheets and she embraced his cum-crusty cock with her mouth. He was already half-hard. Slowly, she swirled her tongue around his dork, felt the hot blood rush into his meat.
"Jesus!" he hissed as she bathed his dick. "Watch me," she said. She loved humiliating herself in his eyes.
She felt him watching as she licked his dork like it was a monster popsicle. She nibbled at it, first the top, then the bottom from base to tip. She engulfed the head of it again for a moment.
She imagined being bound to a post while he stood in front of her, fucking his cock into her against her will. Her head would bang back against the pole, the ropes would bite into her arms, her shoulders would be torn apart because her hands would be tied behind her back.
Her pussy flooded at the vision. She writhed around on the bed until her knees were near his head. When she started to straddle him, he guided her knee across his face. Then she lowered her sodden, oozing twat to his mouth and took more of his cock into her maw.
She fondled his balls, rolled them in their soft bag. His legs spread farther apart. Sensing the invitation, feeling his tongue stroking her steaming slit, she slipped her fingers into the sweaty pocket behind his nuts and fumbled blindly.
She touched his asshole, and he moaned into her cunt. His fingers pried at her rear again, found her asshole. She jammed her pussy down on his mouth. Slowly, gently, carefully, her insides curling into a tight, hard knot of horniness, she wriggled the tip of one finger into his rear.
Her reward was a gush of juice from the cock in her mouth. Slowly she drove her finger into his ass. She felt him repaying the favor as she penetrated him. Jesus, sweet Jesus! The hot burning invasion of her ass was unlike anything she could have imagined in a million years.
The knowledge of where she was driving her finger made her guts boil. She tried to get the whole monster mass of his cock in her mouth. She only got a quarter of it in, a third at most.
The tip of her finger was into his asshole now. Once she had made it that far, the rest was easy. Slowly, tantalizingly, she drove deeper and deeper into his shitty depths. She felt his finger dig into her rear while his tongue scooped out her cunt, scooped out her juices and his cum from their earlier fucks.
She put a little pressure on his asshole wall, and felt his prick gush hotly onto her tongue. She pressed again, and was again rewarded by a steaming flow. She sucked harder on his wang, rubbed it with her tongue, pumped her head on it, fucked the rubbery end against the back of her mouth.
His breath bubbled through her streaming snatch as he ate her pulpy folds. Ecstasy was boiling in her pussy. She wriggled and humped against his face and stirred her finger in his dirty road.
But she wasn't cumming, and he wasn't cumming. She felt herself reach a plateau somewhere short of the explosion point and whimpered around his glutting cock. Something was missing, something else was needed to drive her over the peak.
She thought of lying in the weeds and the sun, watching the piss arch out of Carl's cock. She imagined she was under that glittering stream.
It was what she needed to send her over the top. Clinging to the mad, disgusting image, she felt her cumming burst over her like an ocean wave. Jamey captured her clit just at that moment, and bit it. The flames that sparkled through her had a flash-powder quality. His finger in her asshole was a shaft of pain and pleasure.
Using her free hand, she jacked his cock. Then she began stroking his prostate. Her sucking mouth around the throbbing knob, she tongued and milked his monster dork. The air whistled through her nose as she fought to get him to erupt into her mouth.
She felt his nuts tighten up in his groin, felt the first spurt with her hand - a squirmy sensation on the under-surface of his dork as semen ripped the length of his tight tube. Then she was gulping down his thick, creamy spurtings and milking his pumping prostate with her finger. She kept stroking and stroking and stroking the pulsing gland until the last sizzling drizzles of semen were rolling on her tongue.
His finger twisted out of her rear as she rolled off him and flopped on her back. As she extracted her finger from his asshole she wrestled with a vile urge that knotted her stomach. Then she yielded, and felt another orgasm grip her guts.
She held her soiled finger over her face and then slowly lowered it to her mouth. As she sucked her finger clean, her guts wound themselves into a tight burning knot of revulsion and pleasure. She was so turned - on she began shaking.
Then at last she slumped limply to her back on the bed. She lay with no modesty at all - her legs were spraddled wide apart so Jamey had a perfect view of every crevice.
The best parts had been the worst. The foulest, grossest acts were what gave her the unbelievable, roaring cummings.
"You're something else, know that?" Jamey commented a few minutes later as they sat in the kitchen, wolfing down sandwiches. "Oh?"
"A month ago you were the original cock-tease," he noted. "Now I'll bet there's nothing you won't do."
"You're right," she confessed easily. "So, what happened?"
Lynn scraped a dollop of mustard off her tit and licked her finger. "I've been taking lessons, you might say."
"From Carl."
"From Carl," she agreed, adding in her mind, "and Daddy."
Jamey got a calculating look. "I'd kind of like to . . uh ... get in on one of your lessons with Carl some day."
The idea was very intriguing. Helpless while two men worked her over? The thought made her pussy water. "Maybe that can be arranged one of these days."
"Really?"
"I'll do my best. Come on."
"Where we going?" he asked as he got up. From the state of his cock, the thought of sharing her with Carl did things to his glands, too.
"Let's go fuck. I'm horny," she answered, leading him by the dick to the bedroom. Her mind was planning the scene already.