Dorothy didn't sleep at all that night. She tossed in her bed, frequently looking over at her window. It would be possible to sneak out and make her way to town while they slept. She knew she could do that but she didn't know what she'd do once she got there. Go to the police? Start a big thing with Len and Vic denying everything?
Have them open their mouths about what they had seen her and David doing? And what about David? Suppose they found her gone and attacked him? They were cruel and vicious bastards. Her imagination filled in all the details of what they'd do to David. She decided to stay, to wait until a better opportunity came up. An opportunity when she and David could escape together. David couldn't sleep either.
His imagination provided all the necessary details of what Len and Vic were doing to Dorothy. Each time he thought of her splendid body at the mercy of their disgusting lusts he wanted to scream. But he was helpless, trapped. David also figured it would take time, time for them to make the one error which would mean his escape. That's all he wanted-out. And to get Dorothy out. He looked in his drawer and withdrew a thick envelope. Inside was money, plenty of money if he and Dorothy needed it. He had been keeping it in his drawer for months now, ever since his father died. It was the cash he'd received from a small insurance policy his father had from work. Their mother had wanted the money divided between David and Dorothy before she'd married Jake-it was theirs to do with what they wanted. Dorothy had put hers in the bank and urged David to do likewise. But he never got around to it, he liked having the cash close where he could touch it and dream of the day when he'd be leaving Billford, Texas. That day was now much closer than ever before; he was glad the money was at hand. He slipped the envelope under his pillow where he could get it on a second's notice-the chance to escape could come at any moment without warning. “What about work?” Vic asked Len when they woke up from a good night's sleep. “Huh? Fuck work, man,” Len drawled. “You go if you want, I'm staying home today and dip my stick in that little bowl of pudding we got.” “Yeah,” Vic said. “But today's payday. We don't want to miss that, do we?”
“Oh,” said Len, “that's right. We'll need money for food and stuff. Why don't you go in and get our money?” “Me? Why not you?”
“'Cause somebody has to guard her! If we both leave she'll sure as shit make a break for it, stupid,” said Len. “I'll guard and you go,” Vic snapped back. Len scratched his head. “Okay, let's flip a coin. Loser goes in and gets the pay plus shops for groceries.
The winner stays here and guards her.” “All right,” said Vic. He lost. “Okay, brother, get going,” Len quickly ordered.
“Bullshit! It's too early now! Besides, I want to screw her once before I leave. Then I'll go.” Len snickered, “Want to flip for who gets her first?” “Shit no,” Vic unhappily said. “I lost the flip for who got her first last night, I just lost again for who goes after the pay, I ain't flipping no more coins with you!” “Then how will we decide? Arm wrestle?” Vic jumped out of bed. “No, I'm just taking her first and that's it!” “The hell you will!” snapped Len as he lunged from his bed to stop Vic. Vic spun around and shoved Len away as he grabbed for the bedroom door. But Len jumped back and caught Vic across the mid-section with a flying tackle. They tumbled into the hallway with fists flying. “You fucking sonofabitch!” Vic yelled. “She wants me first 'cause I'm the best!”
“The hell you are!” screamed Len. “I made her cream her pants when I fucked her!” “So did I! I gave her an orgasm!” Vic hollered. Len lowered his fist. “Bullshit!” Vic stared into Len's seething eyes and smiled. “No, shit, man, she went nuts when I balled her. Told me afterward I made her real happy.” Len spit.
“Fucking, phony cunt! She told me that same bunch of crap!” “Sure it's crap,” said Vic. “But who cares? If she wants to fake it let her, it's better that way for us. She fakes it real good too.” Len grinned. “I'll say.” “Now, you got to go first last night so it's only right that I go first now,” Vic said. But Len wasn't going to allow it. “No, man, we flipped last night, we should flip now.”
“No way.” Len smiled, it was a broad, mischievous smile.
“Okay then, let's both do it to her at the same time.” “Huh?” Vic asked with an open mouth. “Remember that movie we saw in the city? When the two guys made it with that big-titted redhead? She fucked one and sucked one at the same time. Let's have her do that.”
“Suck and fuck?” “You got it, brother. And tell you what, you can have your choice of ends. Mouth or cunt, whatever you want.
I'll take the other end.” Vic considered the proposal and saw nothing wrong with it. “You think she'll do it?” he asked. “She won't have no choice,” Len answered as he opened the door to Dorothy's bedroom. Dorothy jumped up with a start. She had heard them arguing in the hall but didn't expect them to come barging in. But they did, both still in pajamas and grinning like hungry animals. A flush of hollow dread filled her body, and she pulled the bedcovers tight around her body. She was nude underneath. Vic figured it out real fast when he saw the pink nightie and brief panties still on the floor where they had been thrown the night before. He walked over and picked the lingerie up, stroked it and tossed the panties at Len.
“She's naked, Len. Under them blankets there ain't nothing but pure naked body… all warm and rested up for us.” Len looked at her and winked. “That true, Dorothy? You bare-ass under them blankets?”
Dorothy swallowed. The two husky men stood on each side of her bed, staring, waiting for her answer. She didn't like their both being there, it was hard enough to keep one under control at a time let alone two. But she saw no reason to lie, they'd look for themselves anyway. “Yes,” she quietly answered. “I'm nude.” “Good girl,” whispered Vic. “That's the way we like to have you… nice and naked with your bare tits and ass bouncing around in front of us.”
“That's right,” Len added. “Now why don't you move the blankets down enough to show us how nice your tits are.” His voice had a strained, serious tone to it. Dorothy was afraid, they were so unpredictable when they were together. Her choice was the only possible one, she slowly lowered the blanket down until it rested below the rounded outcroppings of her two large-nippled breasts.
They hung with supreme firmness above the blanket, with the strong, lofty support usually provided by a bra… except in this case no bra was necessary. Vic licked his lips and exhaled. The relaxed, pink nipples looked delicious, succulent, tender and real warm.
“Wiggle 'em,” he said with a dry throat. She looked up at him with a puzzled face. “Wiggle 'em, make 'em bounce around like they were last night.” She looked at Len and he nodded. “You heard him, wiggle your tits at us.” A tremble of chilling panic ran along her spine, they were working together now, she didn't have a chance. After averting her eyes Dorothy gave her shoulders a slight rock. The two hanging tits jostled back and forth. Both the brothers grinned, from the corner of her eye she saw the instant rise beginning in Vic's pajama bottoms. “Faster,” Len ordered. “Give 'em a good shake!” “Yeah,” Vic added. “And don't stop until we say so.”
A slight sob caught in her throat as she gave her shoulders a shake. The breasts bounced with meaty abandon before their hungry eyes. The cock in Vic's pajamas stretched up high and hard, Len's rod protruded against his pajamas until it pointed almost straight out.
She kept wiggling, kept the breasts moving, bouncing, swinging.
“Faster!” Len snapped. “I want to hear them slap together like waves.” She heaved her chest forward and rocked her shoulders violently, the tits crashed together, the slapping sounds of meat on meat soon filled the room. Then she stopped and caught her breath. A deep sob came from her mouth and then she started crying. “We didn't say stop!” Vic loudly said. “But it hurts!” she moaned through her tears. “Like hell it does,” said Len. “Get them tits bouncing again or we'll tie you up and do it for you!” With an unwilling twist she threw her breasts back into the swaying, jostling movements. Then Len pulled the covers fully away from her body. She was nude on the bed, her tits rolling back and forth, her blond-capped crotch sitting between tightly closed legs. Vic grinned. “Finger-fuck yourself.” “Oh, no…” she sobbed. “You heard him, you cunt!
Finger-fuck yourself!” Len added. Dorothy slowly moved her hand down to her crotch while still rolling her shoulders. She opened her thighs and both brothers looked down at her exposed pussy. It was pink, less red than the night before and nowhere near as wet. She moved one finger down to her soft lips and slid it inside.
“That's the girl,” Vic mumbled. “Now make it all wet and juicy, fuck yourself until you come.” “Yeah,” said Len as he sat on the edge of the bed to get a full view. Dorothy laid her head back and stared at the ceiling. Slowly, very slowly she allowed her shoulders to relax. Her breasts were killing her from bouncing like that… but now their attention was elsewhere and she could ease up.
Her finger worked directly at the clitoris with deft strokes. Soon the first trickle of glistening juice showed on the reddened pussy lips.
“Spread your legs open more,” Vic said. “I want to see the whole thing.” She did as he requested and tried to imagine she was alone, somewhere else, or… with David. That worked. She pretended her brother David's tongue was stroking her clitoris, massaging it into a furious lather of throbbing heat. Her finger moved deeper inside to scoop at the wet flesh and draw the fire down. A flow of liquid streamed from the red cunt lips. Vic and Len stared at the spread and lifted long legs and the flattened cheeks of her ass under the draining twat. They watched the finger dig deep inside and twist, then come almost completely out and make short, circular strokes. Her crotch was covered with wetness, it leaked down the crack of her ass and smeared across the softness of her thighs. “Nice,” Len whispered, “Real nice.” His hand unconsciously moved down to adjust the powerful erection in his lap. Vic couldn't take his eyes off her crotch with the working hand and fingers. She was really going at it, furiously stroking her cunt into a heated frenzy. And her tits were rocking again, this time without her knowing. Vic gulped-she was masturbating her torso closer and closer to an honest climax.
“Shit,” Vic whispered as he took in all her healthy anatomy working rhythmically toward a sexual peak. The brothers looked at each other and quickly back to her thrashing hand. She was close, any second the roof would blow off her cunt and she'd be humping up and down for some cock. Maybe even begging for them to plug their cocks right inside the juicy gash. “I'll take that,” Vic announced, pointing at her red-lipped twat. Len nodded. He was thrilled. He wanted to feel her sucking his cock; once Vic went to get the pay and groceries he could fuck her cunt all he wanted. He stood up and dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. The thick, hard cock bounded free and sprang into a high erection. Vic dropped his too. His throbbing pecker was hot, excited, ready-to-go just over watching her luscious body writhe so gracefully on the bed. “Let her climax first,” he said. “I want to see her orgasm.” “Sure, Vic,” Len said. The two brothers waited for the few minutes to pass. Dorothy felt the surging fire inside her grow with each roll of her finger against the burning fuse of her clitoris. She finally managed to forget where she was, who she was with, and just to picture the face, the smiling, clean face of David. She almost called out his name as the first spasmodic jolt rumbled through her stomach and cunt. Her free hand came up to her breasts and squeezed into them. She ripped at the warm meat and pinched her nipples as her hips jerked up, her thighs whipped wide open, her fingers stabbed deep inside her cunt.
“Ohhhhhh…” she groaned. Her hips thrashed to each side and again lunged up as Len and Vic watched in silence. They saw the flexed cheeks of her ass come off the bed and the hand plow down hard into her wetness to stroke and dig at the expanding tissues. “Oh! Oh!
My… God!” she moaned with total ecstasy. Then she felt him between her legs. Crawling up on her body like an excited dog. She opened her eyes and stared into the leering, sweat-covered face of Vic. His cock pushed at her hand, poked at the thighs and tried to wrestle inside her to feel the trembling insides of her climaxing cunt. She gasped for air and pulled her hand away. It came up to his ass and steered him down between the outstretched thighs. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. “Put it in me…” Vic lay down on her writhing body and pushed his cock at her cunt. Dorothy made a quick move against the pecker head and felt it parting her cunt lips. Then she grimaced as he shoved deep and hard at an uncomfortable speed. As soon as Vic felt the hot wet of her hole he jammed himself inside. The vibrations inside her cooking twat instantly disappeared. But he didn't care. His hips were grinding fast, thrusting, pounding the cock into her with what he imagined was a great rhythm. He barely noticed Len as he crawled onto the bed and grabbed out for Dorothy's head. She was surprised too as she turned to face the enlarged head of Len's stiff cock. “Suck it, baby,” he announced. “Suck my cock.”
His hips were up next to her face and she had to half turn to reach the cock. Vic suddenly realized how close his face was to his brother's cock and quickly lifted up and back. His hips kept pounding but Dorothy had more room for moving and she was able to press her mouth obediently against Len's waiting, pulsating cock. It tasted salty, like it had been smothered for days inside his pants while he sweated at work. But she licked at it, felt the hardness with her tongue. With a large gulp she wrapped her lips around it and sucked.
The thick, pulpy head filled her lips and started to force deeper inside. She put a hand against his stomach to control his lurches while easing down on the big stick. She took it halfway in and drew up with a squeezing suction. The hips jerked, he jammed the cock back into her mouth. Dorothy moved back with it and waited until he stopped, then she lowered down and sucked at the burning shaft again.
Len couldn't believe it. She had taken his cock in her mouth without one protest, without so much as a whimper. And her warm, moist lips and tongue felt good sliding across his cock head, licking down under the glans, scrubbing up and down the base. She was giving his cock one eager, hot-lipped mouth-fucking! She was taking to it like candy! Vic didn't like it. He didn't enjoy looking down at the sweet face of Dorothy, the face of the girl he was fucking, while she had a cock lodged in her mouth. It was a turn-off, something he'd rather not see. He had nothing against blow-jobs… but right in his face! He closed his eyes and pretended they weren't there. Len closed his eyes too and pretended his cock was inside her cunt and the pussy was sucking, licking, nipping at him. Dorothy's eyes were closed too. She was thinking of David, pretending it was his cock pumping inside her cunt… and his cock she was sucking deep into her full mouth. Vic reached down to her legs and hoisted them up high and back. Her twat stretched up to his cock to cover it completely with the blond hair and pink lips. He was deep, running his rod as far inside as it would reach. And her limber little ass was washing under him, twisting up, grinding at his meat like a well-oiled machine.
She dragged her teeth along Len's hard spike then plunged back down on it eagerly. Her mouth was tingling with a hundred different tastes and sensations as the pecker glided in and out. She felt his large veins with her lips, ran the tip of her tongue down the cleavage of his glans and wrapped the whole head up like a baby in a blanket.
She felt so full, so stuffed. A cock in her cunt and one in her mouth. As long as she kept herself from thinking about who they were she could enjoy it. The constant pumping in two convergent directions was a new experience but not unpleasant. The thrilling orgasm she had experienced earlier was coming back to her; she could feel the embers glowing, little licks of flame trying to reach up and burst into fire.
In a surprise move she felt Len's hands on the back of her head.
Then he pulled her head down hard on his cock. The broad head made a fierce dig into her throat, it stretched her, blasted past the tonsils and pulled away. He wanted her to take it all and was giving her no choice. Dorothy made a desperate gasp for air and did what he wanted. It was better if she controlled it, cooperated, before he forced it into her choking throat. She plunged onto it with power and straightened her neck to ease the cock inside. It rasped far into the pink softness of her deep throat. As soon as the cock was totally in her mouth she felt her cunt start to vibrate, felt the muscles collapse and tighten around the fiercely pumping stick. She ground her hips up high and hard to fill her cunt as much as her throat. It hit.
Her climax caused her whole body to shake with sudden tremors, she threw herself up to Vic's rod and plunged down deep onto Len's.
Both brothers started whipping themselves into her with the speed of kicking horses. The cocks rammed with power and drove her cunt and throat into extreme fire. Gush after gush of lava came from her cunt to drench the cheeks of her ass and drip onto the sheets of the bed.
But it was good, she shuddered with joy, her body had never felt so full, ever. “Mmmmmmmmm…” she moaned on her mouthful of stiff, hot cock. Len grinned up at Vic's concentrating face. Vic was trying to meet her every thrusting lunge with a shove of his pecker.
But she was getting faster and faster, her body was blurring with erratic twists and humps. It was all he could do to keep his cock lodged inside her. “Wow,” Len sighed. “She's really turned on.”
“See? What'd I tell you? She's climaxing 'cause I know how to fuck. I have rhythm.” “Rhythm, my ass,” Len hissed. “She's going crazy 'cause I put my cock in her throat.” Vic looked down and saw how deep his brother's cock was shoved inside Dorothy's mouth.
Suddenly he was worried. “Hey! What if she chokes?” “Shit…” Len moaned. “Just keep riding her and shut up, will ya?” Vic didn't like it but he kept his hips meeting hers as best he could. She was soaked with perspiration, and the deep-throated groans of ecstasy didn't stop once as she whipped up for more and more of the exciting cock. Vic felt his cock head expanding, felt the way her twat was grabbing at him like a strong fist. Her cunt was fluttering on the hardness, reaching out to snare the great fill inside forever. He was getting close, he could feel the tingling sensations at the very tip of his imbedded rod, his balls seemed light, like they were floating between his legs. Len was close too. Each time she withdrew and gasped for air her lips trailed softly up to his glans, then sucked tight around it. Then she twisted her head to wring the tip of his cock like a washerwoman wrings out wet clothes. Then she would tighten her mouth on the shaft and push down at a steady, mouth-fucking rate until it was completely buried and her nose touched his pubic patch.
Each time she did it his cock came closer. She was going to suck the cream right out of him as if his cock were a baby bottle. Even while she climaxed her head didn't stop bobbing up and down… and during the climax it even seemed to become more eager, more insistent.
The waves of her orgasm were easing up and Dorothy realized they were both still hard, still stiff, still pumping into her. She knew that each time they fucked her it would be more and more difficult to climax them. This was only the beginning. Her cunt was beginning to lose its extreme wetness, her throat was starting to hurt.
Suddenly they were both pumping faster. The aftereffect of her orgasm was a slowing in her hips, an easing up with her hot mouth.
This gave the two brothers a slight edge, especially since they were both getting closer with each stroke. She had lost the lead, and they were taking over. Dorothy felt a fear in her guts, and she prayed it would soon end. “You close, Vic?” Len asked. Vic could only nod. His cock was on the verge of eruption. “Listen to me,” Len quickly said. “Shower her. Let's cream all over those beautiful tits!”
“Huh? Why?” “'Cause I want to see her lick it off!”
“Aw, shit, Len… you're sick!” “Just do it! You'll love it!
So will she! She'll gobble it up like a hungry calf!” Vic was getting more and more angry. All he wanted to do was screw her, pound his cock inside her beautiful body until it blasted off. That's all he wanted. But now his jerk brother wanted to play games, wanted to have extra kicks. Vic decided he'd have to get in his straight fuck later.
“Okay.” “You'll like it, just wait and see.” “You've wrecked it for me already, Len. I can give a shit now.” Vic's broken concentration released the building pressure of his cock and he had to stroke with renewed energy. Dorothy felt the beginnings of pain in her pussy, the result of last night's activity and this morning's punishing athletics. Please, please, she told herself, let them get it over with. Len pulled his cock from her mouth abruptly. She suddenly felt so empty, so cold. She opened her eyes and saw he was stroking himself, crawling lower on the bed. Vic's hips were pounding with a blur of speed at her, then suddenly that stopped too. The cock was torn from her twat. It felt cold, empty, rejected. She raised her head and realized what they were doing. Each brother knelt on one side of her with his hands jerking up and down his cock. They were jacking off, getting ready to cream themselves all over her nude body.
“No!” she cried. “Why?” “Go, Vic, jack it off!” Len cried.
Vic was silent, his mouth set, eyes half closed. Before he could answer the tip of his cock spit out a long white stream of sticky paste. It landed with a spatter on the flat of Dorothy's soft belly.
She felt the hot cream spread over her flesh. Then a second spurt shot into the air and rained down in gobs across her breasts. The third pump was slightly above the mounded tits, it puddled in a smear between the breasts and her throat. Dorothy groaned as she felt the sperm splattering onto her. She grabbed her hair and pushed it away to make sure the gluey slop didn't get into it. Then Len was leaning forward, stroking with great speed and gasping for each breath. After several powerful pumps on his cock he stopped and pointed it at her innocent, wide-eyed face. It splashed across her half-open mouth. Dorothy tasted a lump of thick cream on her teeth. She grimaced as the second spray emerged from Len's purple cock head. This one painted her right nipple with a mound of running juice.
His last spurt went right between the two breasts to stick partially to each sizable white mound and leak downward. Len sat back on his haunches and viewed the smeared, jism-splattered girl. He grinned happily. Vic took one look and turned his head. She was so beautiful, so sweet, he felt bad about making such a mess across all that splendid, soft flesh which had responded so warmly to him. “Okay, bitch, lick it up,” Len said. “Aw, come on, Len,” Vic mumbled.
“Let her take a shower and get that stuff off her.” “Shut up.” He looked down at Dorothy's tear-streaked face and repeated the order.
“Eat it.” She used her fingers to scoop and puddle the sperm together then lift it to her mouth like mayonnaise. She started between her breasts. The sperm adhered and stretched between each tit, it took both hands to bring the cream to her mouth. “That's it.
Gobble it all up,” Len said. He was enjoying this humiliation at her expense. Enjoying it as much, if not more than, the blow-job. As Dorothy slowly licked her fingers and swallowed the thick lumps of sperm Vic dressed. He didn't feel good at all. She might be a phony, he kept telling himself, but she's still a decent girl. Len was going too far, getting too much fun out of degrading her and making her, forcing her, to not enjoy what they were doing with her body.
“I'm going now,” Vic said. “But when I get back I want to be alone with her.” Len laughed. “Sure, Vic! You can come in here and read her poems for all I care.” Vic left and Len stood beside the bed. “Come on, Dorothy, I told you to eat it all up! Now get licking!” “You filthy bastard,” she hissed. “That's the kind of talk I like to hear! I like to hear you swear and cuss… it fits you.” She wiped her nipples and brought the large gob of sperm up to her lips. For a moment she considered spitting it at him but decided against it. He seemed too aroused, too excited, too close to violence. She swallowed and felt it trickle down her raw, sore throat.