Chapter 3
It was very late. Kathy was in her bedroom watching the lights at Jack Phillips' house across the way. Her Aunt Emily had just gone to bed. Soon she'd be asleep. Then there would be nothing to stop her from going downstairs, through the darkened living room to the kitchen where she would slip out and pay a visit to Mr. Phillips.
Kathy felt her heart pounding a mile a minute! All the talk about fucking with guys had made her falsely brave. Now she thought about it and she trembled, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms while leaning against the wall. The thought of having Jack putting his arms around her, holding her while driving that...that fat prick of his into her cunt made her shiver with fear and sexual arousal.
It was strange having those two sensations rioting through her mind and body at the same time. She pushed back the curtain and stared once more through the glass at Jack's home. Everything was quiet. Several lights were on. Did she have the courage to just go over there and talk to him? It was so wicked. There could only be one outcome from something like this. "Oh, why not?"
This time Kathy decided not to wear the bikini. She had felt so naked, so exposed the last time she trotted over to Jack's, her tits and ass nearly spilling out from the tight-fitting material. She wore a white halter exposing her flat tanned belly around her navel and a pair of tight-fitting faded jeans. Slipping from her room and gliding down the darkened hall, Kathy still tried to figure out some excuse for knocking at Jack Phillips' door. It was nearly eleven-thirty. Girls her age were generally at home or at least escorted at this hour.
Passing the ticking clock on the mantel the young blonde teen slipped into the kitchen, unlocked the door, then stepped into the starlit night. For a moment after she had closed the kitchen door Kathy stood under the large oak growing on the property line separating her aunt's property from Jack's.
Stepping over some low shrubs she walked quietly to the rear door, curled her fingers into a fist, hesitated once more, then rapped quickly against the door. At first there was no sign of movement. Perhaps he was in the shower. The thought of Jack standing under hot rushing water, his firm, muscular body sweating in the stall sent still more chills of delight rushing through the young girl. Kathy sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, rapping quickly again and somewhat more loudly. This time she heard shuffling behind the closed door and a rattling of the latch.
"Hey, kid! Whatcha doin' out this time of night?" Jack asked, standing in the doorway with a can of beer in one hand.
Kathy found it impossible to speak. He stood there shirtless, his black hair hanging rakishly over his forehead while the top snap of his Levi's was opened. He had a sexy smile on his face as he stared at her, squeezing the beer can with a dull clinking sound.
"I...I couldn't sleep and thought I'd come over to talk," Kathy said hesitantly, feeling like a first-class fool.
Of course she came over here to fool around. What other reason could there be for her standing there in the middle of the night? She was so embarrassed she could have fallen through the ground to China! Her plan now seemed too stupid, so transparent.
"Can't have that. What kinda neighbor would I be if I didn't help?" Jack said with a smirk on his face. He backed away a little, jerking his head to indicate he wanted her to come in.
"I...oh, okay," Kathy muttered, stepping into the kitchen.
Almost immediately she was aware there was someone else in the house.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know...you were entertaining. I'll come back later," she said, turning around and about to leave.
Jack shot out one hairy arm, blocking her escape. "You don't wanna go home...not when you can't sleep. Bet I can relax you," Jack said, his eyes narrowing as he pushed his face closer to hers.
Kathy drew back, smelling the stale beer on his breath. She began to wonder about this plan. The beauty of making love, the excitement of getting fucked somehow was fading under her growing fear of his violence. Again she remembered Jack and how he looked towering over her bound aunt! While the woman tossed and writhed under his heavy blows, her white flesh strained against the ropes. Would the same thing happen here?
"Please, lemme go...."
"Hey, Jack, what's goin' on in there?" a voice drawled from the living room just behind her.
"Think we got some entertainment tonight...and it's home grown."
Kathy didn't like the sound of those words. She looked around her nervously, searching for some path of escape. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it was going to tear right out of her chest!
"Please, just let me go home. I don't think I wanna stay," Kathy begged nervously.
"No problem," Jack said.
There was movement behind her. Kathy turned around and saw a tall blond man about Jack's height standing in the door. He also had a beer can in one hand.
"This here's my cousin Byron...Byron Phillips in from San Berdu. Runs a bike shop there...cycles, know what I mean?"
"Hey man, I didn't think you was gonna bring over a little pussy for some action for me. That's great, Cuz," he slurred, tilting back his head and finishing the last of his beer.
Pussy? Things were going too far. Kathy backed away a little more from the tall blond, wishing with all her heart she had stayed at home in her safe warm bed.
"Yeah, good hot cunt. We're gonna see just how hot it gets."
"Go away!"
Jack laughed. "You didn't sound like that this afternoon. Man, you should've seen her prancin' her ass around here, wigglin' her ass and tits in my face in the garage. If you hadn't called, man, I'd've plowed my cock into her cunt sooner 'n this," Jack muttered.
"Better late 'n never," Byron answered, shrugging his muscular shoulders.
"You're wrong," Kathy cried, tears filling her wide blue eyes. "I didn't mean anything this afternoon!" She curled her fingers into two white knuckled fists. "I just came over to talk." She heard her own shaky voice.
"Yeah, talk. Man, you could see her fuckin' cunt lips right through the bathing suit. And now you come over here just to talk," Jack said sarcastically.
"Bet she's one of them cunt-teasers. You know, prancin' her ass around, then callin' the cops when you try to make a move," Byron muttered.
"Well, if she is, she ain't like her aunt. You know about that lady, baby? Man, she's got one of the hottest cunts in town. Wonder if it runs in the family," Jack said slowly, dropping one hand and rubbing his fingers along one side of his fly.
Terror sliced through the girl like a rusty knife. She looked from one man to the other, realizing neither would grant her any mercy. Jack was half drunk, swaying from side to side but still in control of his faculties. Byron was more sober and had his hands stretched out to either side of her body, blocking any attempt she might make to escape. The dim light from the living room made the blond stubble on his cheeks glisten evilly.
"What...what do you want from me?" the girl groaned.
Jack laughed, throwing his head back while Byron snickered.
"Your cunt, baby. Anythin' you got, I want. I wanna feel you wrigglin' under me while I drive my cock right up your pussy," Jack growled.
"No, no!" she gasped, one hand jerking up and grabbing for her throat.
"Oh yeah, baby. And that's what you want. You wanna feel a man inside you. And baby, you struck the jackpot. You got two studs here who're gonna make you real happy," Byron said in a throaty whisper.
"You're crazy...both of you," Kathy insisted, her eyes wide with terror. "I'll...I'll scream! I swear I will if you-"
Jack moved quickly to stifle any attempt she might make to get away or shout for help. Jack moved around her while Byron blocked the door through which Kathy had come moments ago. He was gagging her, slipping one hand around her mouth and rubbing the callused palm against her lips while dragging her back against his body. At first the terrified girl simply stood there, letting him have his way. Then, realizing this was no game, she began struggling, twisting from side to side while jerking up both hands and trying frantically to claw free.
"Little spitfire, ain'tcha? That's the way I like 'em. Just like your aunt. Man, she moves around in the sack like a wild woman. Don't like 'em just layin' there expectin' you to do all the work," Jack muttered, pressing his hand more tightly against her mouth.
Kathy found it hard to breathe! He was dragging her back into the living room, her heels scraping over the dirty tile floor. Again and again she tried removing his hairy palms from her lips. But he was holding her too firmly, his other hand wrapped around her waist and thus preventing her from any sudden, violent moves. In desperation the girl opened her mouth and bit down hard on his forefinger.
"Ow! Fuckin' bitch!"
Jack shouted in pain, taking his hand from her mouth for one moment and shaking it. Kathy took advantage of the sudden release and bolted forward, her feet slipping under her. She had nearly made it to the door when Byron caught up with her, wrapping his fingers around her right wrist and hauling her away.
"That was a dumb thing to do."
"Help! Oh God, someone help me! Aunt Emily! Call the police! Oh please, God, help."
"Shut up!"
Byron was less pleasant than his cousin. Shoving the girl back violently until her head struck the wall, he was on her in a moment, the coarse palm of his right hand pressing hard against her lips. God, he was forcing her teeth to cut into them!
"Ummmmmfmmf f f f!"
Kathy's eyes went wide. She could just barely see around Byron's shoulders. Jack was sucking his injured finger, looking at it and swearing through his teeth while Byron was doing something with his free hand. What was it? She heard a kind of metallic sound then realized he was unzipping his Levi's! Again the girl struggled, trying to twist away from the stud. And again he held his hand more firmly against her mouth, threatening to beat her into the dirt if she tried biting him.
"When we get through with you, baby, there ain't gonna be a virgin pore in your body. Hey, Jack, you think she's a virgin?" Byron shouted over his right shoulder.
"Dunno. What kid is today?" the black-haired stud said dully, shaking his head once more, then moving up to the terrified girl. Byron let go, moving away. "Thought you'd pull a fast one, eh? Thought you could get away from me just by doin' something stupid like that, right?"
The anger in his voice was evident. Kathy trembled under his hard, burning stare. For a moment she thought he was going to tear her in half as his face darkened. Then she watched as he moved both hands down to his Levi's, pulling on the partially opened halves of his jeans. The snaps popped open and in a second that fat donkey-sized cock she had seen the other evening rolled out semi-rigid. She glanced down, then moved her eyes away, chewing on her lower lip.
"See that, baby? Take a good look at it, and look at his while you're at it," Jack said. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her silky blonde hair, tugging it hard, snapping her head around. Kathy groaned, the pain making her scalp crawl as she stared at the two hard pricks throbbing just inches away from her. "We're gonna stick these things inside you pretty fuckin' soon. Fight us and I'll piss on you at the same time. You don't wanna be a toilet too, do you?"
Hot tears rolled from her eyes. Kathy shook her head as best she could from side to side, sniffing in terror.
"Man, let's get goin'. I can hardly wait to see this bitch naked," Byron grumbled, rubbing his cock with both hands.
"Yeah, man. She's somethin' else...nice young body, nice smooth skin. She practically made me cum right there in the fuckin' garage prancin' that ass of hers around. Man oh man, what a nice ass!"
Oh, oh, this can't happen. Please, God, oh please, don't let it happen! She thought of her mother in the hospital, her mother who she hadn't yet visited. She thought of her aunt in bed only a few hundred feet away, peacefully sleeping. She was into this kind of thing. She could take it. But she, Kathy, was still a virgin! No boy had even touched her down there. And these men were going to fuck her brutally, she could see it in their faces. And after all, she had seen what Jack was capable of. There was little doubt his cousin Byron wasn't capable of the same thing.
"Nooooo!"
Kathy tried screaming again. But Jack moved his hand up again, clamping it even more tightly over her mouth than before. She thought she would certainly pass out. She would die unless she agreed to what these monsters wanted. If she were dead nothing would matter. But there was her mother, and her aunt. Thinking along those horrible lines was out of the question.
"Man, hot young cunt. Ain't had somethin' like that for at least...two days," Byron said, laughing loudly as he threw the empty can of beer in the corner.
"You ain't gonna have nothin' like this for a long time, I'll bet."
Kathy stopped her thrashing around, staring at him with those wide blue eyes.
"Better. A hell of a lot better. You take it easy, baby, take it real easy and you might enjoy yourself too. Yeah, you'll have one hell of a time if you relax," Jack said, slobbering his wet mouth all over her ear. "For being such a nice girl I'm gonna give you a present. I'm gonna give you somethin' nice and hard. And when I'm through my cousin's gonna do the same thing. We're gonna make you one happy little girl."
He was pressing up hard against her body. She felt a damp warmth form between them as he kept rubbing from side to side, his beer-stained breath blowing into her flared nostrils. He moved one hand up to her tangled hair, tugging on it gently, relaxing his other hand around her mouth. For another moment Kathy thought she was going to lose consciousness. But something kept her from fainting.
"Come on, let's strip the bitch," Jack muttered.
Hands were crawling all over her at once. She heard the material tearing behind her, heard the buttons clattering to the floor, felt the blouse loosening around her shoulders. In a moment the garment was gone. And then there were more fingers pulling around her bra strap while hands roamed freely around her ass, smoothing over her ass-cheeks, then sliding up to the front zipper. Shortly she felt her Levi's sliding over her knees, down over her ankles, then off her feet. The bra straps loosened around her shoulders.
"No!" she cried through the clamping fingers still pressing her lips against her teeth.
There was nothing she could do. The two cousins tugged off her bra and panties, leaving her standing there in the back foyer completely naked.
"Ohhhh man, man," Jack muttered, standing back for a second and taking in the full view of the naked, trembling blonde teen. "Nice ass...nice tits, nice cunt, nice everything!"
"Yeah, I can see why you went nuts just watchin' that little slut movin' her ass around. She'd drive me nuts just standin' still!" Byron said, smoothing one hand over her slender naked shoulders.
"No!"
They were dragging her away from the kitchen now, still holding her prisoner, Jack's hand around her mouth. In a moment she was in the living room being shoved down onto the floor. Things were somewhat confused for the girl at first. But then she realized Jack was crawling on top of her, holding tightly onto her hair by the roots and pulling it while trying to wedge his cock into her cunt.
"Nooo! Stop it! Stop!"
This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. She twisted and turned, her face a mask of pain and terror as she found her movements worse than useless. He had her where he wanted her, tearing at her hair painfully whenever she tried to kick him away or pull her face from his.
"Uhhhhh...."
Jack was pushing his knees against hers, trying to spread her white shivering thighs farther apart while pushing his prick into that intimate junction between her legs. All that separated his cockhead from her cunt was a few inches. Oh God, God, he was shoving it up now, pushing it into the tight wet crack!
"No!"
Byron was kneeling down to one side, his cock close to her mouth. She could smell something, that bleachy, almost clean smell of his crotch near her nose. Kathy felt another wave of nausea sweep over her.
"Oh baby, baby, keep it goin'! Man keep your fuckin' ass movin', " Jack whispered hoarsely, slapping her taut flesh lightly with the flat of one hand.
Jack let go of her hair, smoothing his hands over her flared, boyish hips and shuddering.
"We're gonna have ourselves one hell of a party. And when we're through you ain't gonna be able to wipe the smile off your face for a week," Jack promised, moving his hands up to her tits.
Kathy grimaced, twisting her head to one side. Oh never, never did she think things would turn out this way! Never!