"Here she comes," Donald Cross whispered.
Adam Cross looked across the parking lot at the tall and stunning redhead who walked toward them. She wore tight red shorts and a brief halter so that much bare flesh was visible. Adam's throat went dry. He wanted to rip off that halter and let those huge tits bounce free. He wanted to kiss and fondle and stick his aching cock in her cunt.
He sighed. Right now he had to attend to business. There would be plenty of time for other things.
"Wait until the boy gets tipped," Adam warned his brother. "We don't want anyone to see us."
His brother was silent. There was really no reason for Adam to give advice. Both he and his brother had worked together hundreds of times. Everything always went smooth.
They waited patiently while the boy put the groceries into the back of the redhead's car and took his tip. The redhead watched him walk back across the parking lot before she got into her car.
She was unaware of the two men that moved suddenly and swiftly across the parking lot until they were at both her doors. The first warning she got was the knife at her throat.
"Okay, baby," Adam Cross said softly. "Just move over and stay cool."
"What are you doing?"
"You'll find out. I said move over."
Debbie Jules was frightened. All of her life she had feared something like this. She was a healthy woman and she enjoyed sex but she didn't think she would enjoy being forced.
There was nothing she could do. She slipped over. The other man opened the door and slipped in beside her. His arm came around her shoulders and she shivered. But all he did was draw her close so that she could feel the point of his knife against her side.
"Now you don't say anything, Debbie," he warned. "Don't scream or try to wave at any cops or I'll hurt you real bad."
"How do you know my name?" she questioned.
"We know all about you, Debbie," Donald Cross said. "We know things that even you have forgotten."
Adam Cross put his knife away and slipped under the wheel. He was smiling and friendly to people that walked by as he started the motor and drove the car out of the parking lot.
"Where are you taking me?" Debbie asked.
"You'll find out," Donald Cross said. "Just don't be so impatient."
The thing she was afraid of had happened. His hand slipped down and began to brush against the curve of her breasts.
"You are one fine-looking woman," Donald said. "We could have real fun together."
"Please," Debbie said.
"Please what?" Donald asked. "Please fuck me? You don't have to beg. That's going to happen."
Debbie opened her eyes wide at the man's comment. So they were going to rape her and they were being very casual about it. As if they did this sort of thing all the time! Perhaps they did. She looked into their cruel, stony faces. They looked like the sort of men who were not afraid of anything.
An hour later they were turning off the paved road onto a dirt one. The man beside her had done no more than fondle one of her breasts on the long ride, but she knew there was worse to come.
Adam stopped the car before an old house.
"Get out," he commanded.
Debbie's legs were weak as she got out. She almost fell but Donald caught her arm and held her steady.
"Walk into the house," Adam said.
She was numb as she walked up the wooden steps and into the house. She was surprised at what she found inside. The entire room was done in purple. Purple walls. Purple carpet. Purple furniture.
The carpet was so soft she almost sank down to her knees in it. She could see no other room. All of the doors leading out of the room looked like they were locked.
"This is it," Adam said. "Your new home."
"My new home?" Debbie questioned. "What do you mean?"
"This is where you're going to live for a while."
"I can't stay here. My family will start looking for me. You can't keep me here."
"But we will," Adam said. "Now undress." He commanded her in a very calm tone. But she was afraid. She kicked out at the man who held her and was rewarded by a grunt of pain. She was back out the door in a second.
She still was not quick enough. Adam Cross' strong hands caught her by the shoulders and pulled her backward. He pressed himself against her ass and she could feel his cock growing hard.
"Goddamn you," he muttered. "I'll teach you to turn away."
He pushed her back into the house. She turned to face him as he released her and his face was angry. She tried to dodge the blow from his fist but he was too fast.
His massive fist caught her under the chin and knocked her down. He caught her by the hair.
"From now on," he said, "when I give an order you follow it. And you damn sure better not fight."
He hit her again and she fell backward into the soft carpet.
"Now undress," he said again.
There was nothing else she could do. She was afraid of making him more angry. His brother was standing by the door rubbing a sore knee and smiling. She knew that he was going to make her pay for that kick.
She undid her halter top and gave it to him. She had always been proud of her huge tits. She liked the way that men ogled them. But today she felt a little afraid and a little sick at the way the two brothers were ogling them.
"Take the rest off," he commanded. "Quickly."
She took off her shorts and panties and sat naked before them on the carpet. Adam Cross gave a low whistle.
"You are a nice piece," he said. "You'll do just fine."
"Look at her pussy hair," Donald said. "It's as red as fire."
Adam licked his lips as he looked at her. He knew that there was going to be a change in his plans. Usually he stayed with a schedule and never fucked the women until his third or fourth trip. He very seldom ever touched them.
Today was different. Today his throbbing cock threatened to tear out of his trousers at the sight of this redhead. She certainly was going to make a fine addition to the raffle.
"Donald," Adam said. "Wait in the car."
"What are you going to do?" Donald asked.
"Just wait in the car."
Donald looked unhappy but he walked outside and let the door shut with a loud bang.
"Come over here," Adam said.
She stood up and walked to him. She was barely inches away from him, her bare tits brushing his chest.
"Well, get it over with," she said.
She was trying to make him angry but it didn't work. He smiled at her. He fondled one of her nipples and was rewarded by seeing it stiffen.
He knew he was making a mistake. He was getting too turned on by this woman. It would be a problem to undo the damage he had already caused.
"You bitch," he said.
He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees.
"Take it out," he demanded. "Take it out and suck it."
Debbie Jules had never sucked a man's cock before. There had been times when men had demanded that she suck them but she had always been able to handle men. Until now! There was no way she was going to be able to handle this man.
With trembling fingers she unzipped his fly and reached inside his trousers. Her hand brushed across his cock and she gasped with surprise. She was no virgin. She had felt cocks before, but his was a good-sized one.
She pulled it out of his trousers and it stood long and hard.
"Suck it," he said. "I haven't got all day."
She took the cock head between her lips and almost gagged. She was surrounded by male odor. She tried to pull away but he pushed her forward again. For a moment it was horrible and then she slowly began to grow used to it.
She was able to draw more of his cock into her mouth. Both his hands took holds on her hair.
"That's good, bitch," he said softly. "Just keep sucking like that."
He began to fuck her in the mouth.
He was turned on by the sight of his huge cock pistoning in and out of her small mouth.
"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to come in your mouth."
He couldn't hold it any longer. He felt the explosion in his balls and he knew he was shooting into her mouth.
She didn't take her lips away. She sucked and swallowed his jism until he was done.
"Damn," he said, drawing his limp prick out of her mouth. "You are one fine cock sucker. I wish I could fuck you but I can't right now."
"You can't?" she questioned. "I don't under stand."
"You will," he promised.
He chained her to a metal beam that stretched across the floor before he left. She could move around but not very much and not very far.
"You're not going to leave me like this!" Debbie protested.
"We'll be back," Adam promised. "We're not done with you yet."
"I hope the Boss doesn't find out," Donald Cross commented.
They were having a beer at Joey's bar. They always had a few beers afterward.
"He won't," Adam said. "Not unless somebody tells him."
"Don't look at me. I don't have anything to say to the Boss."
Donald was soaked with sweat. It had been hard work for him to dispose of Debbie's car. Now the parts had already been delivered to different garages. The frame was deep in the lake where it would never be found.
"But she sure made me horny," Adam said. "I can still feel a tingle in my balls just thinking about her."
"Well you had your jollies," Donald said. "I'd kind of like to get mine."
"Well, let's run up to Cindy's. She can fix us both up."
They paid for their beers and left. Cindy Jones lived a mile away from Joey's bar. She was a hefty girl of seventeen who lived with her father.
Adam parked the car in the yard and the two brothers walked up to her door. Her father answered the door.
"Hello, Mr. Jones," Donald said pleasantly. "Cindy at home?"
Dan Jones knew what the two brothers wanted with his daughter. He was a good, hard-working man who had protested when they had first started seeing his daughter. He had protested too loudly and Donald had broken his legs and put him in the hospital for almost six months. Dan Jones quit protesting.
"Yes," he said. "She's here."
He went back and sat down on the couch as the two brothers walked through the room into Cindy's bedroom. Cindy was with a friend, Leslie Carter. Leslie was a darker contrast to Cindy's blonde good looks. She was also a year younger than Cindy.
Both girls sat on the bed. Cindy was in her nightgown, a yellow piece of flimsy material that barely covered her maturing breasts.
Leslie was also in her nightgown, but it was longer and plain-looking. Both girls looked up in surprise as the boys entered the room.
"Hello, Cindy," Donald said. "We've come to see you."
"What do you want?" Cindy asked.
"You know what we want," Adam smiled. "Now is your friend going to stay and join us or would she feel better watching television, with your father?"
Leslie looked at Cindy with a puzzled expression.
Cindy batted her golden eyelashes and said sweetly, "These are my friends, Leslie. They have to talk to me. Why don't you run out and talk to Daddy for a little while?"
Leslie gave the two brothers a look that said she wasn't fooled, but she got up and left. Cindy walked her to the door and she shut and locked it after her. She turned around to face the two brothers. She reached up and unfastened the only button on the top of the nightgown and pulled it over her shoulders. She was naked except for yellow panties.
Adam walked up to her and took her by the shoulders. He bent his head and kissed her sweet lips. Cindy was a fiery girl. She couldn't help the heat that was already growing in her.
Adam bent his head again and tasted her rich, sweet tits. He ran his tongue around her nipple until it stiffened and then he moved to her other tit. He did the same to the other and then sucked her creamy flesh into his mouth.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh damn you."
He laughed as he continued to suck on her tits. Donald was undressing. He took off his clothes and carefully folded them over a chair. He rubbed his cock and it immediately became iron hard.
"Look at this, Cindy," he said. "Look at what you're going to get up your ass."
"You bastard," she moaned.
Adam picked her up in his strong arms and walked her to the bed. He dropped her on the bed and quickly unzipped his fly. His prick was only semi-hard but quickly Cindy was on her knees devouring his cock. She took his prick in to his balls and it quickly grew hard.
Donald's arms came around her and began to squeeze her nipples.
"You little cunt," Donald whispered. "You're hotter than a firecracker. You can't wait until you get a cock."
Adam pulled back. His prick was glistening from Cindy's saliva and his balls were aching with need.
"Get your panties off," he said.
Donald helped by reaching one huge hand underneath her panties and ripping them apart. Her blonde cunt hairs were visible to Adam's eyes and his prick gave a jump.
"Spread 'em," he commanded.
Cindy dropped back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Immediately Adam climbed between them.
Donald's prick was at her open mouth and she sucked him in. He tasted manly and good. She gobbled his cock like candy until she was at his balls. He was getting too excited and she pushed him away.
Adam gave a plunge and his prick went into her hot cunt.
"Jesus!" she yelled. "Oh give it to me!"
She didn't want him to be gentle and he wasn't. He drove in and out of her cunt furiously and she moved to meet him. Her body was trembling with excitement. Hot fires ran up and down her body.
"Shit!" she yelled. "I'm coming already! On shit! Fill me up, baby! Fill me up!"
Adam would have waited longer but he couldn't. He gave a hard stroke and felt his prick expand and his juices began to pour out.
"Fill me!" Cindy urged. "Fill me!"
Donald was back at her mouth with his prick and again she sucked him in. She knew he didn't want to come that way but she allowed him to fuck her in the mouth for a moment. Then Adam was done and he drew away and Cindy released Donald's prick.
"Be gentle," she said as she turned over on her stomach and came partly to her knees.
The pleading words were useless. Donald was never gentle. He positioned himself over her and pushed his cock into her asshole. She screamed with pain but he was beyond listening to her. He pushed again and his cock went deeper and then deeper. Finally he was in all the way to his balls.
There were tears in Cindy's eyes and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. It was like that every time Donald went into her ass. He had a normal prick but he was just so rough that it felt larger than any other cock.
He was laughing and grunting as he fucked her ass, and she began to feel the tingles again.
"Oh shit," she groaned. "Oh fuck. Do me good, Donald! Do me good!"
She felt his prick enlarge and then the squirt of his cum into her ass. He always had a river of cum saved up for her.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned as he fell away from her. "Oh shit."
Cindy knew that they had done no more than get started. She would be fucked many more times before the night was done.
Dan Jones and Leslie Carter sat before the television pretending they could not hear the noises coming from the next room. Every groan and scream made Dan tremble with rage but he knew better than to try and stop them. One beating by Donald was enough.
"Do they come often?" Leslie asked suddenly.
He looked at her in surprise. "No," he said. "Not often."
"That's good. I know it hurts you."
"How do you know?" he asked. "You don't know anything about it."
"Oh I know what they're doing," Leslie said, shrugging. "Cindy's my friend but she doesn't fool me. I know she satisfies them."
"You shouldn't be here," Dan said. "Maybe you should go home."
Leslie took his hand. "I'll go home only if you want me too. But I can help you if I stay."
"Help me?" Dan questioned.
"Sure. I know how you feel with those two men in there fucking your daughter. It hurts when you know that it's rape and there's nothing you can do about it."
Again Dan looked at her in surprise. Leslie looked so innocent but there was nothing innocent about her mouth.
She smiled at him. "I can be nice to you. I can make things easier."
She slowly reached over and let her hand caress the bulge in his trousers.
"Don't you want me to be nice to you?" she asked.
"Yes," he whispered. "Yes."
She smiled again as she unzipped his trousers and reached inside. Her tiny hand found his prick and drew it out. The feel of her soft fingers wrapped around his meaty cock sent shivers through his balls.
"You shouldn't do this," he said, but he didn't want her to stop.
Slowly her silky fingers rolled up and down the loose flesh of his cock.
"God," he said. "That feels good."
"I'm going to make you feel better," she promised. "I'm going to make you feel really good."
Leaning forward she touched her mouth to his cock.
"Do you like that?" she teased as she drew back.
"Jesus," he groaned. "I love it."
"Good," she said.
She got out of her chair and fell between his legs on her knees. She unbuckled his belt and she slid his trousers and shorts down to his knees.
She began to brush her soft hair over his prick. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Back and forth she rubbed it until his prick was a shaft of fiery urgency.
Then she once more took the head of his shaft between her innocent-looking lips. The feel of her soft lips around his cock was driving Dan wild with excitement. Her teeth gently nipped at the skin of his cock and this was an even more delicious experience.
Her tongue began to tease at his tiny hole.
"Jesus," he moaned.
He could hear his daughter's screams from the bedroom and he could hear the bed shaking as someone fucked her, but none of that mattered so much any more. Right now all that mattered was the child mouth that sucked his cock.
He could feel a tingle deep in his balls and it was like she was trying to draw his very soul out of his prick.
"I'm going to come," he groaned. "Stop or I'll shoot my wad into your mouth."
She didn't stop. Instead she began sucking at him with a renewed urgency and he could wait no longer. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes half-closed and he gave a final plunge deep into her mouth.
"I'm coming," he groaned. "Oh fucking shit, I'm coming!"
He poured his cum into her throat and she took as much of it as she could before she had to pull her mouth away. Still, she only took a swallow before her mouth was back on his prick again, sucking him dry.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Jesus Christ!"
She drew back. There was a smile on her face as she wiped her mouth with a Kleenex and climbed to her feet. Dan pulled his trousers up and fastened them. He still had to listen to the groans coming from the bedroom but at least he didn't feel so tense any more.
"Thank you," he said to Leslie.
Leslie smiled a sweet smile.
Kathy Cross had the two brothers' supper ready when they got home. Since their mother had died Kathy had kept house for the two brothers. She was only twelve but she had been raised doing hard work and she didn't mind.
She loved her brothers. She loved to do things for them. She was jealous of the women they brought there sometimes, but she never said anything.
They were tired that evening. Adam gave her some instructions for her after-school work the next day and Kathy knew that meant they would be working.
They never told her what kind of work they did.
She waited until both brothers were in their rooms before she went to her bedroom. Quickly she raised the picture on her wall. She removed the little piece of wood that kept her eyepiece from being seen and peered through.
Donald was getting ready to take his shower. He had his shirt off and his trousers and he had only his shorts on. He looked like a bull with the mass of black hair on his broad shoulders and huge chest.
Kathy grew warm between her legs.
She knew her brothers would be shocked if they knew she watched them this way, but she couldn't help herself. There was something animal about her brothers that attracted her in a way that no other boy or man could. Donald walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Kathy held her breath. He returned a moment later. He pulled off his shorts and dropped them into the hamper.
Kathy sighed. Now his magnificent prick was revealed to her and she felt an itch between her legs. Quickly she pulled up her dress and took off her panties. Her fingers urgently found her clit and she began to massage herself.
Donald went into the bathroom again. He was gone only a few minutes as he washed the day's grime from his body.
His prick was half-hard as he came back into his bedroom. Kathy wished it would get really hard. Sometimes he would lie on his bed and massage his cock until he came. Those were the times that Kathy really enjoyed.
Tonight he simply slipped between clean sheets and cut off his light.
"Oh no," Kathy said.
She sat back on her bed. Her cunt was burning and it needed more than her fingers. It needed her brother's cock. Either one of them! Kathy sighed. It would do no good to think about it. Tonight she would simply have to make do with her fingers.