David was furious. He heard the cries of his sister, heard the battle going on below the stairs of his attic bedroom. And he was helpless, there wasn't a thing he could do but scream out at Vic and Len to leave her alone. He got jeers in return, and the sick laughter of his two stepbrothers rang in his ears to make David even angrier. He wrenched violently at the thick boards covering the bedroom window. It was useless. He threw his full weight against the locked bedroom door but it wouldn't budge. Finally he sat on the bed rubbing his shoulder, trying furiously to think of a way to escape the room and save his sister. The noises of struggle ceased and David pressed his ear against the door. Then he called out, “Hey?” The taunting voice of Vic came back. “Whatta ya want, you gotta problem?
Huh?” David let Vic's giggles die off, then asked, “Why do you two think you can get away with this?” Vic snorted, stopped giggling. “Len's got that all figured out. He says you won't dare open your mouth.” David walked across his prison. He had no tools, nothing to use as a bar or iron against the blocked window. A wrench, an axe, anything to help him tear into the wood and dig his way out.
He sat back on the bed and felt the tension swelling in his guts.
Dorothy would put up a good fight but she was no match for them. And she was on her own. When Len emerged from her bedroom Vic jumped up. “All done?” he excitedly asked. Len nodded. “Yeah.” “How was it? Is she a good fuck?” “You'll find out, brother. As soon as she rests up you can take your turn just like we decided,” said Len. “Rest? Bullshit! She can rest after I'm through! I'm going in and get my piece of tail!” Vic protested. Len frowned. “Aw, come on, Vic, don't be such a crude asshole. She's just a woman after all, she can't go fucking like she was_ on a conveyor belt. Give her a while to recover from the great screwing I just gave her.” “That good?” Vic's eyes were wide open, he licked his lips and waited for an answer. “You'll see. But let her catch her breath and she'll only be that much better.” “How long? How many minutes does she need?”
“Give her an hour, I really wore her out,” said Len.
“Bullshit!” hollered Vic. “She's not getting no hour! I'm not waiting that long! Fuck no, she can have fifteen minutes and that's it!” “For Christ's sake, Vic…” “I don't want to hear any more about it!” Vic vehemently said. “She's gonna fuck in 15 minutes whether she likes it or not! That's it!” “She probably won't, either.” “Won't what? “Like it!” Len answered.
“Aw, fuck you! She'll love it! What the hell makes you act so damned smart? Just cause you fucked her once you're suddenly an expert on what she likes?” “I made her happy,” Len smugly said. Vic spit. “She doesn't know what happy is yet. Just wait until she feels my big cock sliding in and out of her juicy little cunt!” Len shook his head with disgust. “Shit, Vic, sometimes you're a real asshole.” Vic fumed as he watched Len slowly walk into the living room and turn on the television. He leaned against the hallway wall and watched the minutes tick by on his watch. His lips worked furiously together as he thought about his brother's comments, his worldlier-than-thou attitude. What'd she do? Really go for him? What did she do to make Len all of a sudden seem to defend her, seem to be so damned concerned about her welfare? Dorothy found the pink nightie in her closet, it was an old thing, something she hadn't worn in years. But It still fit. As she viewed herself in the mirror she saw how her nipples showed so easily through the diaphanous material, how the tight panties hugged her at the crotch and seemed to outline each hair, each fold of flesh. She turned around and looked back at her reflection. The skimpy panties were tugged up into the crack of her ass, large gobs of pure white meat hung below the stretched elastic leg bands. When she walked, and most of all when she bent over, the round buns seemed intent on working out of her undies.
She brushed her hair until it hung in silken waves across her shoulders and applied a touch of cologne. Then she very lightly made her face up, eyeliner, lipstick, a hint of rouge. Anything she could think of to make herself more alluring she did. Not to please Vic but to guarantee a quick turn-on and just as quick climax. Dorothy could stand Vic even less than Len; the sooner he was gone the better.
The door opened and Vic peeked in. Dorothy was at her dressing table and turned to smile at him. He grinned, sheepishly stepped into the room and closed the door. She could see the hard lump in his pants, he was already half-erect, having become excited while waiting outside for her to “rest.” “Rested?” Vic stupidly asked.
Dorothy stood up and felt his eager eyes watching the gentle sway of her visible breasts, she turned and crossed the room. He gulped.
The fleshy hills of her ass rose up and down to fill his vision with their soft pliancy. The pink panties tucked in her crack, and globs of billowed ass hung nude before his burning eyes and dry mouth.
“Yes, I'm rested,” she said. “Oh.” He was dumbstruck. The one thing Vic hadn't figured on was her looking so appealing, so womanly, so beautiful. He figured she'd be fighting, trying to resist, cursing and hollering as he tore into her body. But now it was different, now he had to take her like a man takes his wife. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yeah… I guess so,” he stammered.
“What's the matter, Vic? Don't you want to fuck me? Isn't that why you've locked David up? Isn't that what you and Len had planned?
To rape me?” “Uh… Well… Shit, Dorothy, this isn't rape.”
“It isn't?” she asked with a touch of temper. “Then just what do you call it?” “Uh… Uh… but you're all fancied up, you're in that nightie with your tits showing and everything. That's not rape… that's you being… making…” “Being what?” she asked. “Aw, fuck if I know!” he blurted. “It's just not what I expected.”
“Then why don't you get the hell out of here and leave me alone!” she snapped. Vic liked her anger, he felt better. “Sure! That's just what you want, huh? Get rid of me by playing willing! Well, screw that, you cunt! I'm gonna fuck you!” “You couldn't fuck your way out of a paper bag!” Dorothy yelled back. His face turned red and he made a lunge toward her. “Oh yeah? Just let me get my hands on those tits and my cock up your hole! Then you'll see who can fuck around here!” She jumped to the side and Vic watched her luscious, sloping breasts wobble like molded gelatin. He grabbed her arm and pulled Dorothy close to his perspiring body. She laughed at him as his face crushed down against her neck, as his mouth and tongue wet her flesh while working upward to engulf her ear. He was shaking and she could feel it, he was very excited, she knew Vic wouldn't take much time. She brought her lips around to his and jammed her hot, swirling tongue deep into his mouth. Vic hesitated then plunged his tongue back into hers. Dorothy pushed her swollen tits into him until they were flat against his chest… then she pressed her warm, soft hips and lower belly against the lump in his pants. His breath was a howling wind as he felt the tender touch of her cooking crotch massaging against his screaming cock. His hands moved down fast to cup her ass, to wiggle fingers inside the elastic leg bands of the panties and feel tender, cool, abundant piles of grinding backside. “Oh, Vic,” she sighed. “Please take up where Len left off. Please finish the job he started.” “Huh? You mean Len didn't… didn't… make you satisfied?” Vic asked. “He tried,” she answered. “But I know you can do it, I just know it.” Her hands worked up under his shirt and softly stroked the powerfully muscled front of his barrellike chest. He was heaving for each breath, his lips were dry, his cock was painfully hard as it felt her constant grinding and subtle, insistent warmth begging at it. She pulled away from him and went to the bed while he watched. In one smooth maneuver Dorothy whipped the nightie from her shoulders and stood before him with nothing on but the scandalous briefs hugging her crotch so tight. Then she cupped her breasts and pushed them together as though she were offering them to him. The enlarged, red nipples gleamed before his staring eyes. “Come on, Vic. Come lie down with me and suck my breasts real hard. Chew them while I go crazy.” The head of his cock felt like a lit stick of dynamite. The tits were so damned beautiful! Big, luscious, mounds of white flesh with caps so red they looked like they were on fire. And she was begging him to suck them!
Vic stumbled at her and they fell onto the bed. His hungry mouth devoured each tit like it was whipped cream on top of a sundae. He sucked each nipple deep inside and bit. Bit the delicate cherry and tasted the extreme sweetness of her hot, lifting flesh. It's working, Dorothy told herself. As repulsive as he is at least I'm in control of what happens. She liked it that way; to fight would be stupid, to control would be the only way she might find a way out of the situation. Her hand slowly moved down his body toward the stiff lump. When she touched it his whole body shook. His cock was hot and highly excited, the slight press of her fingers was enough to send his hips into a rage of thrusting happiness. In seconds she had the pants open and the hard length of his purple-headed shaft in her hand.
Vic was on his back, panting, eyes half closed, like a large dog having his stomach stroked. Dorothy almost smiled, he was as easy to handle as a big dumb dog too. She pushed his pants down to his shoes and let him kick everything off while she removed the shirt from his massive shoulders. Vic was well built, much less bullish than Len, at least he had that in his favor. She ran her hands up and down the full length of his body, softly stroking him toward greater and greater heights of arousal. Then she used one hand to slip the panties from her buttocks and down her own long legs. She noticed that the petroleum jelly had been unnecessary, she was wet, very wet. Her little seduction of Vic had also aroused her juices. He was on his back spread-eagle as she worked her tight hand up and down his throbbing root. The impulse to bend down and give it a good sucking came to her but she dismissed it. No, he was close enough now, a blow job might ruin it. She had to admit she did want to feel some cock in her, feel the hard fill of this red stick. She lay right on top of him with his cock nestled between her thighs. He sighed and wrapped his bearlike arms around her shoulders. Dorothy moved every part of her anatomy, her legs, her arms, her breasts and thighs against his burning body and felt him heave his hips up in a blind stab to enter the juicy slit dripping between her legs. In a graceful movement Dorothy separated her legs to each side of his hips and squirmed her lubricated cunt down at the tip of the thrusting cock. She felt it stab hard at her tenderness, felt the lips of her twat collapse against an off-center shove of cock head. She adjusted and pushed down on the pole until it began to edge into her cunt and separate the foreskins into a wide circle of hugging reception. “Yes… Yes, Vic. Put it in me… Put it deep in me and make me feel good…” she sighed in his ear. He couldn't talk, his lips pressed tight together on the tip of his tongue as he felt the powerful sensations starting to ripple down the length of his entering cock. She was working her hips in short, circular motions to keep the cock sliding inside, to gulp it in like a starving man at a banquet. It felt tremendous. Vic had never dreamed he would ever fuck anyone so beautiful as Dorothy. In his mind she was better than any movie star or fashion model or sex symbol. She was the best-looking girl in the whole school, in the whole town, the whole state for that matter! And here she was fucking him like an eager, hot-pants whore! Fucking him!
He jammed his hips up and felt the head of his cock sink deep into her gurgling, washing crack. She was taking the whole thing, coming back down on him to make sure it was all crammed in there!
Fucking him while he relaxed on his back and watched the big tits bubble back and forth. That's what he did. He just lay there and watched her tits and smiling face while she whipped her limber hips up and down on the uplifted stiffness of his steaming cock. He rested his hands on her ass and stroked the velvet softness as they hit up and down over him. She was fucking him and he was just lying there providing the stick, just relaxing and watching her beautiful anatomy bounce and jerk and jostle. Dorothy was proud of herself. She had him in a position of total safety. He couldn't get nasty like Len had, he was flat on his back and the most he could do would be to jam his hips up hard to stab her with his cock… and she didn't mind that.
This was a lot better-a little sugar catches a lot of flies. She leaned forward slightly to force the base of his cock against her clitoris. It felt good rubbing along there, inflaming her juice-running cunt with firelike impulses of pleasure. She was sure she'd get at least one good climax out of this, at least one moment of pleasure to make up for their disgusting use of force to fuck her. She decided then and there that the only way to handle the situation would be to get everything she could out of it and hope for revenge later.
“Ohhhhhh,” she sighed. “You feel so good.” “Yeah? You like it, huh?” he eagerly asked. “Yes!” she happily answered. “I love it!” Vic gave his hips an upward heave to slam his stiff cock deep into her twisting cunt. Dorothy made a happy grimace and came down hard to feel the brutal cock head crash through her hugging tunnel of tight cunt. Her breasts rocked violently above his sweating face and he tried to lift his head to meet them. Dorothy leaned forward enough for his hungry lips to touch her nipples, just touch them. As though he were at a public fountain, Vic sucked out to draw the jostling red tips inside. Finally she thrust them at his face and buried him happily in her mounds of soft, wiggling tit. She felt good, warm, in control and confident. She lifted with a steady, rolling rhythm and felt his cock plow in and out. It was a hot shaft, burning, throbbing inside her. Then the vibrations started deep in her cunt, the signals of muscular release. She made a few faster grinds on the cock, then let loose. Her hips blurred, the tits blasted freely against Vic's licking mouth, the heat of his cock was igniting her cunt into a series of jerking, spasmodic grips and releases. She went faster. Her round buns were slamming down to clap with meaty sounds on his thighs as the cock pumped in and out of her constantly moving cunt like a high-powered piston. The pussy walls were fluttering, gasping, sucking at the stiff tool with greater and greater possession. It was working, she was climaxing in a planned, prepared manner. “Ummmmmm,” she moaned as the pleasant ripples of release started to swell in her cunt and climb up each vertebra of her spine to burst throughout the humping torso. “Oh, baby,” Vic sighed. “You are really going to town, I mean you are putting out!”
She grinned and sucked in air. Yes, it was coming on stronger, the elusive orgasm was solidifying, it was getting better and better with each pounding drop of her hips. She lifted high and came down to completely imbed the stick inside her. Jolts of extreme joy blasted through her cunt and body. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes! It's sooooo good!” His hands dug hungrily into the meat of her ass and squeezed fiercely. She could feel his fingers touching her anus and the panicked grip of sweaty palms as he held on tight to keep his equilibrium. Vic's body was reacting to her exuberance, his cock was thundering with ultimate power. “Me too!” he cried. “I'm gonna shoot my wad right inside your fucking cunt!” “Go! Go!” she cried. “Yeah!” His body heaved up as though struck from underneath by a tractor. The hips rose up high and Dorothy sat perched on top with her cunt exploding around the pumping pecker. The first blast of the cock was a forceful, pussy-filling eruption of thick white paste. The hips dropped down, then bucked back up as the second pump of jism shot inside her. On the third pump the cream of the first two was already spilling back down the side of her twat to coat his cock, smear her lips, drool free and cover the scrotum with streaks of frothed white. As soon as his wad was shot Vic's hips dropped down and he lay motionless on his back. Dorothy kept working, kept grinding away at the receding pecker to feel each dying inch of stiffness. The churning noise of dripping flesh sticking and sucking together filled their ears. The majority of his sperm drained down to fully coat his balls and splatter across the hair of his thighs. Vic was oblivious to it all, he was exhausted. But Dorothy kept grinding, she wanted to work his cock into full recession, wanted to fuck the thing until it shrank so small it wouldn't want to come back.
She had enjoyed her orgasm well enough, but she knew there were better ones to be had from men who knew what they were doing and what she liked. This was nothing more than exercise, practice, masturbation.
She finally stopped and stared down at the closed eyes and smug grin on Vic's poorly shaved face. What an ass, she told herself. What a jerk to think he and his stupid brother will ever get away with this. Just wait until I have my chance at revenge, they'll wish they had never touched me. “Hey, baby, how was I?” Vic dumbly asked.
Dorothy's face beamed with pleasure. “Very good,” she lied.
“Oh yeah? Better than Len?” She knew the two brothers were very competitive with each other, always trying to outdo one another.
Hut she wasn't quite sure if she should sow seeds of discontent between them. She wanted time to consider the results so she answered, “I'm not telling, Vic. I don't think I should.” He looked up with a puzzled face. “Why not? I won't tell him what you say.” She smiled and shook her head. “No, I Won't tell.” His hand came up to her hair and wrapped around a large section of curls. He pulled her down until her face was next to his and sneered. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer you bitch! Who was better? Me or Len?”
“You're hurting me!” she cried. “I'll rip you fucking hair right out of your crummy scalp you slut! Now tell me! Who fucked you the best?” “Please! Why are you doing this?” Dorothy groaned. Her head was splitting with pain, he was pulling very hard. “Because you think you're so goddamned smart, that's why! Making like you dig getting raped by me and Len! Pretending to cooperate while all along you're just waiting for a chance to stab both of us in the back!”
“No!” He jerked the hair hard and she cried out, “Ahhhh!”
“You phony fucking cunt! Who the shit do you think you're fooling? Len and I figured you'd pull this fake shit on us! We just went along because it was easier than beating you unconscious! A lot more fun too!” “My God, you're hurting me! Please stop!”
“And you just better keep faking it too! We don't want any fighting or trying to get away! We just want you to fuck us like a hot bunny whenever we say so! Get it?” he yelled in her very close ear.
“Yes! Anything! Anything!” Then he whispered. “Okay, slut, now tell me who was the best fuck. Me or Len?” “You were,” Dorothy groaned. “You lying?” “No… No, honest. You were the best.”
“Yeah?” he said with a grin while releasing her hair. “I was the best, huh? Good.” Then he quickly looked at her. “Why? Why was I so good?” Dorothy held her head at the scalp, the pain was slowly going away. She sniffed. “Because you're better, that's all,” she answered with a sob. “Come on! Tell me more than that? Why was I better? Was my cock bigger or what?” “No,” she quietly answered.
“You're both the same size. But you have better rhythm, you matched my rhythm with yours and we worked better together.” He made a wide smile. “Oh yeah? Rhythm? I do it better cause I got rhythm?”
“Yes,” she said. Dorothy's hands were wet with perspiration as she clamped them together to hold her anger inside. This pompous jerk had the rhythm of a collapsing barn but if it kept his mitts off her she'd compare him to the Royal Ballet. He seemed to like her appraisal and smiled smugly while dressing. “You won't say anything to Len, will you?” she asked. All Dorothy needed now was for Len to come in and want to prove he was better than Vic. “Naw, I don't want to make him feel bad.” “Did you mean those nasty things you said?” she asked with as meek a voice as possible. “About you putting us on?” “Yes.” “Sure. But it's okay with me if you want to fake it. Shit, I could give a damn as long as you don't think I'm stupid enough to believe it.” “But I did climax, I did have an orgasm,” she answered. “Honest?” She nodded. “Yes, I really did.” “How about with Len? Did you orgasm with him?”
She knew he'd ask, it was the question she was waiting for.
“Yes.” “He gave you an orgasm too?” Vic asked incredulously.
She nodded with a serious expression. “You both did, really.”
Then before he could ask she added, “But yours was the best of the two.” “Oh.” He smiled. “Good. Guess it was 'cause of my rhythm, huh?” “Yes, that was it.” Vic went to the door with his shoulders thrown proudly back. He turned. “You rest up now, get some sleep. I don't know about Len but I'll be back first thing in the morning for more.” “I'll be waiting,” she answered. “You bet your little ass you will, honey,” Vic said. “Cause if you're not that sissy brother of yours will be crying for the rest of his life.”
“I'll be here.”