It was a quiet day. Dorothy cleaned the house and went into town to shop for groceries. When she got back David was through with his flute practice and used the car to run to the music store and buy new material. Fifteen minutes after he left Dorothy heard the pickup truck pull into the driveway. It was Vic and Len. “You're home early,” she said as they came through the kitchen dragging pieces of wood, nails, a hammer and assorted hardware. “Yeah,” said Len.
“We got some repairs to do on the house. Figured to get 'em done before pop gets back.” “Oh? That's nice.” “Sure is,” cracked Vic. “Don't make a mess,” she called after them. “I just cleaned the whole house.” “Don't you fret your pretty little head, sister dear!” Len yelled back. She was puzzled. They were actually doing work voluntarily? Something was strange but she didn't want to poke her nose into anything that might cause trouble. She started dinner as the sounds of sawing, nailing, drilling and occasional curses came from the other side of the house. They were finished and had everything put away by the time David was back. “What did you fix?”
Dorothy asked the two whispering brothers. Len winked. “It's a surprise. We'll show you after dinner.” “Well, dinner's ready, we can eat now,” she said. “Good,” said David. “I'm starved. I'll put my music away and be right down.” “No!” stammered Len. “You can't go to that side of the house until after dinner. That's where our surprise is. You don't want to ruin our surprise now do you?”
“Huh? I just want to put away my music.” Vic stepped forward. “You don't seem to understand, Davee-boy,” he drawled.
“There's no peeking at our work until everyone's had a nice meal.”
David shrugged. “Okay, I'll put it away after dinner.”
“That's a nice boy,” said Len. They gathered at the kitchen table and devoured Dorothy's chicken, potatoes and vegetables. With a full mouth Vic enthusiastically said, “Man, you're a good cook! This chicken's great!” “Thank you,” answered Dorothy. “Sure is,” added Len. “I'll bet you'll make Ted a real good wife. You and Ted still going out together?” “We won't be for a while,” she answered. David looked from one brother to the other. He knew they were up to something, something was different. He didn't know what but he felt uneasy. “Oh?” Len asked. “Why not? Ted's a good man and you'll make him a good wife.” “Yeah,” said Vic.
“Especially if you're as good at other things as you are at cooking.”
“We just feel like taking it easy for a while is all,” Dorothy said. She looked over at David as he ate in silence. Her eyes let him know she too felt something was strange. After dinner David helped her with the dishes while Len and Vic made them promise not to come out without telling them first. They wanted to make sure everything was all ready. “What are they up to?” she asked David.
“Beats me. I hope it isn't another one of their stupid stunts where someone gets hurt.” “They were even half-civil at dinner.”
“I noticed. They've got something up their sleeve,” David commented. “Done yet?” a widely smiling Vic asked through the kitchen door. “Just finished,” said Dorothy. “Well, come on.
Come and see what Len and I built for David. You'll love it!”
“For me?” David asked. He frowned and followed Dorothy into the living room. “Where is it?” Vic pointed down the hall to the stairs leading up to David's room. Len was at the top of the stairs, he was smiling. “It's in your room,” Vic said. “In my room? For God's sake, what have you two done now?” David asked as he started up the stairs. Len was like a doorman as David passed. He bowed and stretched his arm out to present whatever it was in the bedroom. David saw nothing, the room was the same as it always was. He turned and faced Len at the door, Vic a step below him, Dorothy peeking from further down. “What? I don't get it.” “You will,” Len said with a sneer as he pulled the door shut with a bang. Dorothy saw part of their afternoon's work. A large hasp lock like the ones used to keep barn doors locked had been installed with long, thick bolts to David's bedroom door. Len slammed the hasp over the metal catch and quickly slid a heavy-duty padlock into place. By the time David started pulling on the door it was solidly locked, locked so well it would take three men to smash it open. “Hey! Hey! Open this door!”
David screamed. “Come on, you guys,” Dorothy said with disdain.
“Open the door and let him out, the joke is over.” “Hah! It's just begun,” sneered Vic. “Let me out, dammit!” David cried.
“Wow! Listen to Davee-boy swear! Listen to the boy yell like a mad man!” Vic whooped. “Why are you doing this?” Dorothy asked.
Len grinned. “Just listen for a minute and he'll find the rest of our surprise… then we'll tell you why we've done it.” David pulled at the door until deciding it was impossible. He shook his head with anger and went to the window. He pulled the drapes to each side and with a sinking heart stepped back. The small window to this attic room, the only window, was no longer there. Thick, heavy boards covered the opening in two layers, one traveling from side to side, the other up and down. Again he saw the rounded heads of bolts holding the boards firmly into the window frame. He tried tugging at the wood and discovered it was put up well, Vic and Len had finally done something right. David knew it would be impossible to break through, and impossible to get through the door. He was trapped. “Hey?” he called out. “Yeah, Davee-boy?” “Why are you doing this?”
“That's what your sister wants to know,” Len yelled back. “Why?”
“Because it's wrong for a brother and sister to do the things we saw you doing this morning, that's why!” “What?” gasped Dorothy.
Vic laughed. “Yeah, it sure is. Brothers ain't supposed to fuck sisters! That's wrong. Blood brothers and blood sisters, that is!”
“No!” Dorothy screeched. Len quietly added with a sickening leer. “Wrong for blood relatives to fuck maybe… but there's nothing wrong with brothers and sisters who ain't related by blood to fuck each other, now is there?” She started to back down the stairs.
“You're crazy. You guys are crazy…” she stammered. “Crazy like foxes, baby,” said Len. “We saw you two fucking like a couple of rabbits in there and decided David should share the fun.” She shook her head slowly. “Never. Never in your life.” He followed her slowly down the steps while saying, “We had a choice between telling on you and getting you both in a hell of a lot of trouble or keeping quiet and getting a piece of the action.” His face was wet with sweat. “You're nuts. I'd never let you near me.” Dorothy's guts felt weak, she stumbled against the wall and wanted to spit up.
Len stopped in front of her and looked down with menacing eyes.
“You don't have a choice, baby. We've got all the cards. Your loving brother is trapped and we can go in there and take our frustrations out on him if we have to. Plus we know what you two been doing. How would your mother like to know about it? How about if we tell Ted?
Tell everyone in the town? Huh?” His hand reached out to touch her swollen breast and Dorothy swung her fist at his face. “You son-of-a-bitch!” she screamed at full volume. “Dorothy? Are you all right?” David yelled through the door. “She's fine!” Vic yelled back. “Real fine and pretty soon she'll be even better!”
“If you guys touch her I'll kill you both!” “Hah!” Vic called out. “That I'd like to see!” “Leave me alone!” Dorothy screeched as Len grabbed at her with two hands. “Like shit I will!” He lunged at her and she was trapped between his cruel weight and the wall. His foul breath made her ill as his face came in close to try and kiss her. She bolted her knee up and caught him between the legs. “Ahhhhh!” Len gasped as he fell back and grabbed his balls.
“Now let him out of there!” Dorothy commanded Vic. Vic looked at her and just smiled. When Len's arms came around her from behind Dorothy was surprised. He grabbed fast and hard, she was pinned in his strong-armed bear hug. “Okay! You little bitch! You wanna play tough, I'll play tough! Vic, watch the door while I show this cunt what a cock feels like!” Vic nodded and sat on the top step. “How come I always get the dirty work,” he mumbled. Then he added, “Just call if you need help holding her down!” “Leave me alone!” Dorothy cried while trying to kick at his ankles with all her strength. But Len had too good a hold. He propelled her into her own bedroom and across the floor until they dropped into a lump on the bed. Dorothy fought with all her strength to get his sticky face and grabbing hands away.
“Get away! Get away from me! Why are you doing this?” she screamed.
Len's face was flushed and wet with perspiration as he snarled, “Cause I want mine too! You can fuck your little brother and not think twice about it! So why not me?” His hands wouldn't hold still as they grabbed to feel the warm softness of her breasts, as they swept down to stroke at her jutting rump and slide up her thighs under the short skirt she was wearing. Dorothy tried rolling away and kicking but her stepbrother was strong and heavy, he had her pinned down so solidly she could hardly breathe. “Please…” she moaned. “Please don't.” “Come on, baby, cooperate. Give it out to me like you do to Ted and your brother. Come on, baby, give me a good fucking like you give the rest,” he said with a husky, strained voice. “I hate you! I can't stand you!” she howled. His hand was under her skirt, probing, squeezing up to feel the tenderness of her ass as she spit at him. Len's face was suddenly angry, furious, his hand grabbed at the soft cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard. The flesh billowed between his fingers and he twisted with vicious cruelty.
“Ahhhhhh! No!” she cried as the stinging pain ripped through her struggling body. His free hand came down to clamp tight around her neck and choke until she gagged. For a moment Dorothy thought he was going to kill her, going to strangle the life right from her tender, thin throat. But he eased up and hissed threateningly, “Listen here, sister, I've had enough of this bullshit! You better start thinking about what Vic and I will do to that fairy brother of yours if you don't shut up and put out!” “Huh?” she asked. Tears were welling in her eyes, the strength to fight was leaving her arms.
“The tougher you make things for us the tougher we'll be on him!
You forget we've got him trapped in there! All we gotta do is open that door and he's at our mercy, get it?” “But why hurt David?” she asked. “Because he got to fuck you. And if he gets your cunt so do we! That's the way it works in a family. No favorites, get it?
Fuck one brother you fuck 'em all!” “Oh, God, no!” she groaned.
“And if Vic and I don't get our share of you we'll make sure he never does again either! Not from you or any other chick!” She could see he meant it, and she knew the two brothers were capable of great cruelty. “And when my mother gets back? What then? How will you stop us from telling? Kill us?” she asked in a near hysterical voice.
He grinned and shook his head. “You won't tell,” he said with confidence. “You won't tell 'cause you won't want her to know about you fucking David. And sure as shit if you open your mouth we will too.” He moved his big-fingered hand from the tenderness of her warm throat to the mounded billow of her heaving breast. The hand pressed firmly into the meaty mass and squeezed. Dorothy sucked her breath in and tried to keep from screaming. A futile, lost whimper of defeat came from her mouth. “Nice tit,” he mumbled. “Nice, big, juicy tit. I always liked your tits, Dorothy, always wanted to feel 'em.” “Please…” she weakly moaned. He sat astride her body with his two muscular thighs on each side of her waist. She couldn't roll away, couldn't do anything but look up at his leering face and feel his hands as they kneaded freely into her sensitive breasts. She held still and hoped he would make one move, one off-balance move so she could pitch him off and run. “Yeah, I've dreamed about these tits. Dreamed how nice and ripe the hot nipples would be in my mouth, how good my cock would feel snuggled up nice and tight between them with those big nipples burning against my belly.” “No. No. No…
Please leave me alone…” Her voice came from somewhere deep in her throat, she tried but couldn't force it out, couldn't scream. His fingers fumbled at each button of the blouse until it was open and only a bra lay between his hands and the bareness of her breasts. He leaned forward while forcing his hungry hands under her back to the bra snaps. Dorothy bolted her hips up hard to throw him off but Len was ready, he made a shrill whoop like he was riding a wild stallion in the rodeo. “That's it you stupid bitch! Fight like a wild filly!” he cried out before dropping back down on her with his full weight. He landed on her belly and with a grunt Dorothy felt the air forced from her body. She was senseless, unable to regain her air, nearly unconscious and vulnerable. With ease Len reached under her back and undid the white bra. By the time Dorothy had her senses back she was without a bra, he had it over her shoulders and arms in seconds and sat astride her staring at the two beautiful breasts.
“Ohhhh,” he said with a slow exhale. “They're even better than I imagined. He pressed the tip of one finger into a nipple and kept pushing until it was buried with the surrounding soft flesh.
“Nice, nice, nipples. Real nice. They're like big strawberries, ain't they? Nice, big strawberries all ripe and red and puckered up for the eating.” His heavy rump moved off her belly and settled further down her body to trap her thighs against the mattress. With both hands he pressed the jellylike piles of tit together and lowered his head toward them. Dorothy's hand flashed out and slapped him hard on the face. Len bolted upright, cursed. His hand came flying back to make a loud whack across her soft cheek. Her head was tossed to the side and she tasted blood. Once again she came close to passing out but didn't quite make it. Her tits felt hot, tingling, she realized he was sucking her nipples, working them between his sharp teeth and as much as she dreaded it the nipples were responding.
He lifted up and licked his lips. A red blotch was on his face where she hit him, a similar mark was on her cheek. His eyes twinkled with delight. “They taste as good as strawberries too,” he mumbled.
“You are disgusting,” she hissed. He seemed proud of her insult. “You bet I am, baby. And one more slap out of you and you'll see just how disgusting I can be. I'll make you regret it the rest of your life.” She kept her mouth shut as his head lowered again and she felt the wetness and heat of his swirling tongue making lapping circles around each nipple. Then he sucked hard, drew the puckered flesh deep inside and bit. Dorothy gasped, grimaced, exhaled, felt her nipple throb with unwanted passion. He got up and stood next to the bed. “Okay, bitch,” he said with a determined voice. “Strip.”
She tried to get up but his fast hand pushed her back down on the bed. “No, baby, I didn't say get up. I said, strip. Right there where you are… flat on your back.” “No.” He frowned. “I'm taking off my clothes right here and if you ain't naked by the time I am I'll rip every bit of clothing right off your fucking ass! Now strip!”
His hands came up and undid his belt-buckle. As the pants fell from his legs Dorothy saw the hard, rugged knob jamming fiercely at his white underpants. He kicked his shoes off and stripped the checkered shirt from his heavily muscled, stocky form. The last thing he removed were the underpants. His erect, thick pecker bounded free, a strong limb with brutally thick head and bright red flesh from top to bottom. It was a ram, a trunk, a gnarled root of a large oak tree.
Dorothy hadn't moved. Len did. He grabbed down at the hem of her skirt and gave it a sharp, hard jerk. The material ripped and she felt a tearing pain around her waist. It was half torn from her so he used both hands to strip it away. She cried and rolled over, came to her knees and lunged for the far side of the bed. Len's cruel hand came down on the roundness of her ass to grab the white undies. She kicked back but he had them, with another painful rip they hung by the elastic of one leg from her soft thigh. Red welts ran in circles about her narrow waist and upper thighs. Len gazed down at the beauty of her bare ass as she still tried to crawl away. It sent a bolt of fierce heat through his loins, it was the most perfect ass he had ever seen in his life. The deep crack was an invitation to delights only few men ever enjoy, the sweetest crevice ever built. He dived onto her struggling body and felt the soft pliancy of her twisting, heaving ass against the stiff eagerness of his hot, blood-pounding cock. Her elbows swung back, she kicked, her second wind was coming and he could feel her determination to fight him all the way.
“Get off me, you bastard!” she screamed. He reached to the floor and grabbed his pants, with a little fumbling he pulled the thick leather belt loose. Then he grabbed one arm and forcefully bent it back until she was pinned down with him holding her in a hammer-lock. “Ouch! That hurts! You'll break my arm!” she groaned.
“You bet your pretty little ass I will, bitch!” He pulled her other arm back, then used the belt like he was tying a young calf for branding. She was now virtually helpless with her hands tied behind her back. Len stood up and dragged her by the feet until she was at the center of the bed. His chest heaved with each breath, he had to paused for a second and calm down. While he did his eyes explored the delicious fanny, the curving flawlessness of her legs, the way the tits bulged out to each side of her hog-tied chest. With one hand he stroked at his throbbing cock. She was so beautiful he didn't know where to start. Then he grinned as he remembered it would be all week, plenty of time to poke his stick in everything she had. Everything.
“Okay, baby, roll over and open up them legs of yours. I'm gonna let you feel a real man's cock! A cock you won't forget for a long time.” Dorothy knew she was finished. Her arms were strapped back so hard they ached, she couldn't budge them. But she didn't move. His hands grabbed her ankles again, she kicked, but it was useless. He twisted her legs until she rolled over like a helpless, crying baby.
“You make one kick with them beautiful legs and I'll tie them up so tight around your neck you'll be able to kiss your own asshole,” he said. A sudden, chilling shiver ran through her body as she stared at his menacing pecker, at his stocky, hard build. She was no match for him, he could snap her like a pretzel if he wanted. He sat on the bed next to her, his hands moved back to the attractive tits and started to knead once again into their loveliness. “Yeah, step-sis, I sure wish I had your tits for pillows. Shit, I'd never get out of bed… I'd lay there sucking all day and all night.” “You crude bastard,” she cursed. He loved it. “Say what you want, cunt. Swear and cuss and call me anything you want… but I know what you are. I sure do. You're a brother-fucking slut! Did you suck your brother's cock? Huh? Did you suck him off as well as fuck him?”
He was squeezing her tits with force now, squashing them into red, aching mounds of pulsating meat. He came down hungrily and took each nipple neatly into his mouth to suck and bite. Dorothy closed her eyes and grimaced, they were growing again, getting hot and stiff, feeling like they could explode at any minute… her very sensitive nipples. She was beside herself with anger as she shuddered with pleasure and her breathing rate increased. But he was biting her so much, making them feel so hot! Her body wrenched, but this time not to get away, this time it was to lunge the heated tits up to his chewing mouth and sweat-covered face. As soon as her body did that his hand moved across the flat belly down to the blond, waving hair.
Dorothy fought to keep her legs together but he was able to force a finger down inside the sweetness of her thighs and touch against the warm, delicate tissues of her cunt lips. “No… please…” she begged. The hand pushed hard until it was lodged in her crotch, the fingers didn't stop moving once. They poked, pinched, stabbed at her gentle skin until she could hold back no longer. The middle finger of his hand stroked up and down the red length of her slit until an unwanted trickle of wet juice came out. As soon as Len felt the moisture he gave her nipple the hardest bite yet. He clamped it between his rear teeth like a piece of beef jerky and squeezed. The sweet teat pounded with passion, it seemed to explode with fire in his mouth… and the legs opened up like the sides of swinging doors.
The finger stabbed deep and fast. It felt the walled-in wet beyond the loose-fleshed lips and smeared it down and out. She was now running like a spring brook, the hot liquids poured from her pent-up twat as he worked his finger deep inside to tantalize and inflame the inner walls. “Nooooo…” she moaned. He laughed softly and worked a second finger into the crack. Her legs opened to receive the larger fill. She was had and he knew it. Len pulled away from her well-worked tits and moved to the foot of the bed. With his strong hands he pushed the long, lithe legs wide apart and stared down at the delicious slice of burning meat in her crotch. “You got some cunt, baby. It's a real good looking pussy. In fact you ain't got nothing that ain't great!” He dropped between the legs until his face was within inches of the draining gash. First he brought a hand up to each side of the cunt and separated the lips far apart. He stared into a pink-walled tunnel of imploring tissue. The wisping blond crown of hair sat high on a hill overlooking the tempting cave.
Len brought his thick-lipped mouth down to her cavity and thrust his tongue deep inside. He could feel her reaction to him, feel her heated thighs shiver, her guts catch with fire, her ass tighten with lust. Yes, she was had. He lapped his tongue up against her clitoris time after time… eventually her hips gave a sharp jerk, then swayed to the side and lifted up to his face for more. “You like it?
Huh? You like the way my tongue feels in your hot twat?” he asked.
Dorothy was silent. She wanted to scream, to cry, to vomit and kill him… but her body was helplessly inflamed by his insistent mouth. The best she could do was stay quiet, not fight, not give him the obvious pleasure he got from hurting her. Tears finally welled in her eyes as he crawled higher on her strapped, aching body. He stopped again to taste the heated strawberries on her swollen, red breasts. Using his hands to squash them together into a distorted mass with the nipples very close together made Len smile, then plunge his licking tongue down on them. When he lifted away the tits were drenched with his saliva, they glowed like dew-covered melons in the morning sun. “Now I'm gonna fuck you, sister. I'm gonna fill your cunt with cock and I know you'll just go crazy.” “No… please don't,” she meekly whimpered. He laughed. “Hah! Listen to her!
She's grinding her hot fucking cunt up like it had ants in it and still she pretends like she don't want cock!” She could feel the hard knob-headed cock pressing against the burning skins of her cunt, working back and forth in the pools of slick moisture, patiently searching for the opening which would swallow it with hot suction in the heaving, twisting throes of her hips. “Yeah,” he sighed as the skins folded back and the warm, soft inner flesh slid against the tip of the cock. He applied pressure and felt her twat encircling the root, felt it peel open like a hot potato to welcome the stretching fill of his pulsating, screaming cock. Len jammed his hips down hard and forced his powerful shaft forcefully into the delicate hole.
Dorothy's eyes closed with pain and she grimaced. “Uuuuuuuugh!” she moaned. He smiled. He had hurt her, she was crying because his cock was so big. Len lifted his hips and withdrew the thrilled pole from her shocked twat. Then he pounded back down with even greater force and she cried out again. “Whatsa matter, baby? Too much cock for that little pussy of yours? I figured it would be loose and easy after all the fucking it's done with your brother and boyfriend!” “You bastard!” she screeched. The cock pounded into her again, and again, and again. His hips worked like a machine and his cock was a nonstop battering-ram slamming in and out of her cunt like a well-greased piston. She bit her lip, opened her legs as wide as possible, tried to adjust her position to the one of least pain. Len took it all as a move of happiness, a heated attempt to fuck him back.
His hands forced under her back and down to squeeze into the flesh of her asscheeks as if they were handles. He quit talking, his lips were closed, he was lost in a world of absolute pleasure that he had never dreamed could exist. His whole body was reeling with the excitement of being inside such a beautiful, fine, well-built female.
The pain eased and Dorothy gasped for air under his heavy, working weight. She knew what she had to do. He was in her, now it was her job to get him out as soon as possible. She ground her hips up with a twist against his cock. He pushed back and she pulled away, then she heaved hungrily back up to him while working her pussy up and down his cock several times. Her agility and coordination were no match for him. On each clumsy stroke of his cock she was able to twist and pull her tight cunt back and forth, to excite the cock no end, to drive it into insanity and suck the juice from its crying, pounding head. A low moan of happy pleasure came from her throat as she whipped up and down under him… as she told herself over and over to forget who it was, forget how it had happened, forget everything and just enjoy the feel of stiff, pumping cock. His mouth was open and he now gasped for air. Dorothy's body kept twisting, heaving, swaying under him to tantalize and suck at his cock without let-up. She no longer cared who he was, it was a cock… a cock to be fucked and she was doing everything she knew to satisfy it. “Oh! Oh…” she sighed. A burning heat was building inside her, she could feel the tingling pressure, the swelling rise of hot passions. Her twat was crying with hot liquid, the cock was now feeling tremendous. She flexed her ass and drove up high and hard to take it all, to swallow it inside the swirling, steaming, running walls of pussy. “Yes!
Yes! It's good! I feel it!” she cried as a climax took her by surprise. She smiled and rolled her head from side to side to beat his face with her long hair. It was a quick, short-lived orgasm but nonetheless it was pleasure. She wrenched up and at the same time wrapped his thick hairy legs with hers. “Fuck me! Fuck me real good with your wonderful cock!” she whispered in his ears while biting his neck. Len was beyond understanding, his body had never witnessed such a response. He was absolutely transformed as the ripping insides of his cock started to beat with jerking pressure. The white sperm issued from the expanded head of his cock in three full, back-wrenching explosions. He grabbed fiercely at her ass and went into a rigid, groaning push-up posture over her as his cock belched molten steel inside the cunt which loved him so well. His temples pounded unbelievably, his chest ached for air, his cock felt a million sizes larger than ever before as Dorothy's limber body swam and danced with ecstasy under him. Len finally collapsed on top of her. His cock was drained, so was all his strength. He was motionless and heavy for a long time as he regained his breath. Dorothy could feel his expended cock retract, shrink, draw away in rest. She said nothing and didn't move as he slowly rolled away from her and reached for his pants. He dressed slowly and quietly. Then he stood, zipped his pants and turned around. “See? It was okay, wasn't it?” he asked.
She closed her eyes. She wanted to throw up right on his feet… but she didn't. She smiled and nodded. As hard as she tried she couldn't say anything, that was asking too much. “Roll over,” he said. She found her voice. “Why?” “So I can take that belt off you. I don't think you'll fight much anymore. I think you like it too much to do that.” Without laughing in his face she rolled onto her belly. His hands took turns stroking across her ass before he undid the belt. Then the hands went back to each soft cheek and squeezed the smooth roundness. Dorothy didn't move, she let him have his feels, his hands were being tender at least. “I sure love your ass, Dorothy,” he said. “Almost as much as your tits. But we'll get to these things later, right now I better let Vic take his turn.”
“What?” she asked. “I know,” he said. “But a deal's a deal.
He helped me out in this deal and we promised to share you. He won't be bad… if he treats you bad just let me know.” “Can't I rest first?” she asked. Len shrugged. “That's up to him. But if you fight him as hard as you did me he'll have every right to get just as tough as I did. He might even tie you up too. So take it from me, sis, just relax and let him do his thing. He won't last long.” She closed her eyes, inhaled, nodded. Then she felt a towel on her back.
“Might as well use this to clean yourself out. I'm sure he won't appreciate the mess I left behind.” Len left the room and Dorothy sat up. She rubbed her sore arms and the aching spot on her jawbone where he had slapped her. She had been raped. But it was nothing like she had feared it could be. She was alive and in one piece, she had even experienced a slight orgasm from it. Her legs opened up and she scooped the towel down between them to catch the thick stream of jism trickling from her pussy lips. She wrapped the towel around a finger and worked it inside her hole to wipe as much Of the gunk out as possible… then she realized Vic was due and she was dry.
Dorothy quickly ran to her dresser and opened the top drawer.
From a small jar she scooped just enough petroleum jelly to lubricate her pussy slightly. Just enough to relieve the ache and grease the walls. She went back to the bed and sat waiting for the bedroom door to open.