Chapter 9
"Looks like your mom's up," Jack said, standing by the side of his car.
Both of them were looking at the comfortable two-story frame house standing at the end of the street. Somewhere in the distance a dog was barking.
Melanie shivered, rubbing her hands up and down over her arms. How she hated to stand here in front of her home. Her mother would be furious, wondering why she was coming home so late. If only she could go with Jack one more time, feel his dick sinking in her cunt, feel his strong arms around her, his legs pinning hers to the couch!
"I...I'd better go in. I mean, my mom's...well, you know," Melanie stammered, unable to think clearly.
Her pussy still throbbed from the fucking he had given her. Afterward they had played around. Jack wanted to fuck her again. But then they heard a car coming in the drive. It was his father, home from bowling earlier than expected. Melanie had just enough time to gather up her clothes and scramble to the bathroom.
"You're gonna call?" Jack asked, leaning against his car and staring at the house.
"Sure. Yes, oh, Jack, I don't want to go in!" Melanie blurted out, throwing her arms around the young stud and hugging him close. She felt her nipples itching crazily when they mashed against his broad chest. Her pussy was clutching up again into tight knots of excitement while her heart beat crazily. Oh, what had he done to her? She couldn't think straight when she was around him. All she wanted to do was fuck him.
"Come on, come on," Jack whispered, taking her hands off his shoulders and pushing her back. "Go in, baby. We'll get it on later."
Melanie sighed, lowered her head and walked up the small path to the front porch. He had been rough, even brutal. And how she loved it, loved being lorded, over, even shoved around. As she heard his car start, then squeal down the street, the teen wondered if there were someone she could ask to see if it was wrong to feel excitement when a man did those kind of things to her? Was she some kind of pervert?
She held her books in one hand, fishing out her housekeys from her sweater pocket. She opened the door. The swelling in her pussy had begun to go down. Jack wouldn't be around to service her tonight...or perhaps for many other nights. His father had given them both fishy looks even though Melanie emerged from the bathroom some ten minutes later fully dressed and composed.
"Mom?"
The television wasn't on. Usually Tina was sitting in her favorite chair, gown wrapped tightly around her body with a magazine on her lap as she watched the tube. Perhaps she was ill. Certainly Melanie couldn't imagine her mother going out having a good time.
"Mom?" she called out again, setting her books down on an end table. It was then the girl saw the magazines and books scattered all over the floor, the lamp teetering on the edge of the other table. Even the heavy sofa had been pulled away from the wall.
Her heart skipped a beat. There had been robberies in the neighborhood. Perhaps someone had broken in, surprised her mother and...
Melanie gasped, backing away from the spilled magazines. She looked around the room, her ears alert to catch the slightest sound. The girl could hear her heart beating quickly. Should she run outside and call for help? Or search for her mother?
A muffled groan came up from the basement through the heating ducts in the living-room. Melanie jumped, her eyes widening. The groan came up once more. Something drew her forward, out of the relative safety of the front room and through the doorway into the kitchen.
Once more the girl gasped, her eyes riveted on the broken glass scattered on the floor. Knives, forks, coffee grounds were spilled on the sink and counter top.
That groan again! This time it was louder than before. Melanie turned, the floor squeaking under her shuffling feet. The sounds from the basement stopped. Once more the girl thought about bolting through the rear kitchen door and calling out for help. But she bit her lower lip, curiosity getting the better of her. She'd be careful, she told herself as her fingers twisted the doorknob and opened the door.
There was no sound coming from the basement. The lights were on, another thing that surprised Melanie. Carefully she descended the steps. Halfway down, the girl realized she should have brought something with her...a knife, something to defend herself with. Melanie was about to turn around and go back to the kitchen when she heard her mother groaning from somewhere down there.
"Mom?" her voice sounded so small.
"Melanie, get away, oh God, get away!"
The words sent a shock of horror through the girl's body. Her mother was there and in trouble. Melanie heard the sounds of feet scrambling toward the stairway. It was a trap! Her mother had cautioned her.
"NO!"
Melanie looked down and saw two thickly built men racing toward the basement stairs. She was frozen for a moment, then she managed to break the spell paralyzing her. Turning, she bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time, racing for the kitchen doorway.
"Come on back, bitch! We wanna see if you're as hot as your old lady!" Joe shouted.
"Yeah, you got a nice tight cunt, I'll bet," Mike yelled, catching the stairs before Joe and bolting up after the retreating girl.
"No, oh God, no, lemme alone!" Melanie cried, her hand stretched outward. Someone was holding her leg, pulling her down. Her fingers clawed at the rough wooden railing, several of the fingernails breaking as she tried kicking herself free.
"Nice bitch. Man, she's as fuckin' hot as her old lady," Mike commented.
He was holding tightly onto her right ankle, trying to haul her down the stairs. Melanie was sobbing and screaming, her grip loosening from the handrail. Her hair stood on end when she heard the men talking about how they were going to fuck her and beat her.
"Yeah, we're gonna fuck the shit outta you, all right," Joe said, smacking his lips. He caught glimpses of her furry little cunt under her skirt as she struggled on the stairwell with Mike. Her body twisted halfway around, one hand slipping as she started falling down, down toward the glaring young thief.
"Stop it! MAMA! HELP ME!"
Melanie was hysterical, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. She fell on the stairs, her fingers clawing desperately at the wooden steps. Mike had her by both ankles now. he was pulling her down, her chin striking each step, her chest hurting as he took her down step by step.
"There you go, bitch."
Melanie lay in a heap at the foot of the basement stairs. She reached up with one hand, brushing away her hair, staring in disbelief at these two men. She felt her heart pounding crazily with terror. Where was her mother? She had heard her calling out to her, warning her away. Melanie moved both hands to her throat, feeling her mouth grow dry as cotton.
"Oh God, you've got my daughter too!"
There in the darkness lay Tina. Melanie leaned forward, narrowing her eyes, peering into the shadows. She could see her mother stretched out on the floor in front of the hot water heater. Her ankles looked as if they were tied together while her hands were obviously bound to one of the iron supports of the heater.
"She was one hell of a fuck, baby. Man, she took on the two of us and still begged for more," Mike said, scratching his balls.
"Yeah, we was waitin' around for you. She got a little nervous and. tried to get away. When we heard the car pull up front, we figured you was here. You and your boyfriend fuck a little before?" Joe asked, sneering down at her.
"NO!"
Melanie was horrified at such a question. She shrank away from him.
"You think you're too fuckin' good for us, huh?"
"Yeah, guess she thinks her shit don't stink," Joe commented, turning toward Tina. "She don't say nothin', cause she knows she's made of the same stuff we are," he said, indicating Tina with a nod of the head. "But this one thinks she's real diamonds."
"No, no, that isn't true," Melanie said, shaking her head violently from side to side. Instinctively she knew where this kind of conversation was going to lead. They would torture her, humiliate her, if she tried to play little miss prim.
"We're gonna see how good this little bitch is. We're gonna give you a chance to outdo your old lady," Mike said. "We been waitin' for about an hour, savin' up for your snatch."
Melanie pressed her back hard against the stairs, her eyes darting up to the opened door.
"Forget it," Mike said, his eyes following hers. "You ain't gonna make it. And if you try, we're gonna make things fuckin' hard for you."
Melanie's heart sank. Just a few moments ago she was saying good-bye to Jack, wondering when she was going to have him fuck her again. Everything was wonderful. And then...then she stepped into this horror show.
"Man, I'll fuck you so damned hard you're gonna bleed," Joe said.
Melanie was terrified beyond words. Her eyes were wide, her flesh crawling with revulsion. The thought of having these two animals crawling over her like vermin made her stomach turn over.
"C'mon, baby, suck my dick."
Joe was rubbing his dick, rubbing up and down the hardening rod in his Levi's.
"Your old lady was pretty fuckin' good on this. Man, she gave head like an old pro. You a pro, baby? You go down on your boyfriend? He shove his dick into your mouth, make you drink all his jizz...make..."
"STOP IT!" Melanie screamed, clapping both hands over her ears. She was shaking with shame and rage. She pressed her fingertips against her skull, saying over and over that this was some horrible dream. But when she put her hands down and looked up, both Joe and Mike were still there, standing above her, their hands moving rhythmically back and forth, rubbing up their dicks. "No!"
She fell to one side, her dress riding up to her knees.
"Come on, lick my pants, baby. Start up from the boot and lick my pants, get 'em good and soaked, then come on up to my dick," Joe said.
To emphasize his point he prodded her thighs with one boot, kicking her when she didn't respond. Melanie stared up at him with a look of complete disbelief.
"What?"
"Come on, bitch."
He reached down, gathered her long blonde hair in both hands and tugged down and to one side. The girl screamed, her hands flying to his face, her fingers curled like claws as she tried to scratch out his eyes. But Joe managed to keep clear of her fingernails. Finally the girl found herself on the floor, face down, the boot pressing down hard on the back of her neck.
"Now when I say lick, LICK!"
Melanie thought they were going to break her neck. She gasped for air, felt the room spinning around her while a dull thudding echoed in her ears. Finally the pressure eased. She turned her head, stared up at the big stud, then opened her mouth. She felt bile rising up to her mouth and fought it back down.
"Oh God, no, no!"
"LICK!"
Melanie held her belly, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She brushed her lips along the leather, gagging, then moving her tongue up. Joe was laughing at her. Mike stepped up, prodded her thighs with his boots, hiking up her skirt with the toe.
"No!"
"What's the matter, slut? You get enough from your boyfriend?" Mike sneered at her.
"Stop it!" Tina cried from the darkness.
Melanie kept licking, holding her stomach, thinking she was going to throw up at any second. At times she had to turn her face away and spit out the vile dirt collecting in her mouth. She coughed, gagged, then started her licking all over.
When she had slicked down one boot with her saliva, Joe put his foot down, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head up.
"Now go and lick these pants. I wanna feel 'em real wet with spit. When you get up here," he said, squeezing a hefty roll of cockmeat through his Levi's, "you start concentratin' on my dick, understand?"
Melanie nodded. The cotton tickled her lips as she soaked down the trouser material. Joe was laughing at her, calling her all sorts of filthy names, tugging at her hair at times and making her cry out.
Finally the young blonde teen reached his crotch. She felt something moving when her upper lip brushed against a particularly heavy fold. There was a heavy cock behind those Levi's, a dick possibly thicker, longer than Jack's. She moved her head up a little more, her mouth now covering the throbbing protrusion.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, tongue it! Lick it real good!" Joe whispered.
His head was tilted back, his eyes closed while his fingertips curled and pressed hard against the sides of her skull.
Melanie nibbled around the sharp outline of the fat cock, flicking her tongue around the edges, then moving down to where she guessed the head was. When she clamped her lips over the end and applied pressure, she felt the big man's legs start to shiver. He was groaning, pressing his hands harder against her head, rocking slightly back and forth.
"Man, oh man, it's gotta run in the family," Joe whispered.
"What?"
"That fuckin' mouth. The old lady's got it, and so's the chick."
Melanie didn't want to guess what they had done to her mother. From their conversation she gathered her mother had been put through similar paces. How strange! She never would have thought of her mother as something hot. And yet, apparently, the woman was a hot number!
"OH!"
Joe was hunching into her, bending his knees, jabbing them against her face, sliding his thighs from side to side. She felt his dick pounding against the front of his faded Levi's. Was he going to want her to suck him off? She gagged, wondering what a dick like that would feel like in her mouth?
"Come on. Let's strip 'er," Joe said, pulling back from the young girl.
Melanie cried out again as they hauled her to her feet and started pawing her body. She twisted and turned, her hands fighting them every inch of the way. She tried shoving Mike away. Then Joe was behind her, his hands draped over her shoulders, his fingers tearing at the buttons of her blouse. There were more sounds of material ripping. Melanie felt the blouse tearing off her shoulders, slipping off her body. Her tits were free, swinging out into the air, then slapping back down onto her chest. Mike was pawing them, hefting up one boob, then pinching the nipple until she squealed like a stuck pig.
"Leave my daughter alone!" Tina cried out, tugging desperately, wildly at the ropes still holding her firmly to the water heater.
"Shaddup, bitch!" Joe snarled, tugging at Melanie's skirt. "You had your turn. Now your daughter's gonna get a taste of some all-American cock."
"No, stop it!"
Melanie felt her skirt tugging free of her waist. The zipper popped open, the waistband button flying across the room. Only her panties now were clinging to her tormented body.
"Oh no, no!"
She could still taste the leather on her lips as the men approached her. Melanie had backed up and was slightly bent over at the waist, her hands crossed over her tits while her widened eyes took in both men. Her heart was beating hard. Her pulse was racing through her body. Several strands of blonde hair hung over her face as she moved back, back until her buttocks pressed hard against the front of the double sink.
"like mother, like daughter. You think she wants to get fucked in the ass by the hose?" Joe asked, turning around and grinning at his partner.
"What?"
Melanie was horrified. Her mother had...had done something as horrible as...oh no, impossible!
"Come on, let's have at her!"
They rushed for the girl. Melanie screamed, closed her eyes and expected the worse. Melanie was not disappointed.