Jim Dawson

Raped runaway

CHAPTER ONE

"Please, mister, don't hurt me," flfteen-years-old Lyn Holmes said to the man who was about to lower his naked body to heft. The man paused, his throbbing cock wedged between the lips of her tender young cant, and looked at her.

Lyn was worth looking at. Tall, supple, with good tits-flrm, high-set mounds, with large red circles at the center of the white abundance, circles centered on stiffened nipples. Her body tapered down to a small waist, then flared out into generous hips. As his eyes slid lower, they took in the thicket of russet cunt hair that began below her navel and swept down her body, into the undercurve of her torso. Lyn's lefts were even better than the rest of her, but he couldn't see all of them, since they were in the shadows.

"You're not going to tell me you're a virgin, are you?" he asked.

She hadn't acted like a virgin. He'd picked her up along the highway several hours earlier, given her a ride and shelter from the storm that was intensifying in power outside at that very moment.

From all indications, Hurricane Abby was showing potential as one of the most devastating storms to strike the East Coast in years. When they had reached Boston at three in the morning, she had accepted his offer of a place to stay even when he'd told her there was only one bed.

They had gotten soaked in the short distance from where he parked to his apartment. Once inside, he'd tossed her a large beach towel that he'd taken from the living room closet. "Here," he'd said, "get out of those wet clothes and dry off."

To his delight, she had caught the hem of her shortened, sleeveless sweatshirt and shucked it right before him. Frank had sucked in his breath at the sight of her braless tits. He had noticed them jiggling as she'd moved and had known they were, but he hadn't known they were perfect. Frank that been aware of tits since the age of thirteen, fifteen years earlier. In those fifteen years, he had rarely seen a set of jugs as beautiful as Lyn sported.

He had whistled involuntarily and the auburn hair rid had smiled it him as she had reached for the fastener on her blue jeans cutoffs. Frank had fumbled with his own clothing as he watched her open the shorts, then pixel them down along with her bikini panties. He had been pleased that she was a natural redhead. There was something about discovering a different color at a woman's cunt that turned him off.

Frank had watched Lyn's body jiggle as slit had dried herself. it had been more than he could stand. He had caught her by the hand and tugged her towards him. There had been a little hesitation in her step until he had looked her in the eye and whispered: "You don't have to fuck me, you know." Then she had almost surged into his arms.

Although Frank led an active sex life, it had been a long time since he had run across anybody like Lyn. The teenager had kissed him as enthusiastically as he had kissed her. He had caressed her back briefly, then slid his hands down to her luxurious ass.

Her tongue had danced against his when he'd slid it into her hot mouth, which had sunk under his immediately. She had slid her arms around him and pressed herself to him, her big tits spreading from the pressure of his chest. His cock had been a homing spear between their bellies, his tightly sacked balls nestling in the start of her beaver.

As he had sunk his fingertips into the resilient flesh of her pen ass, Frank had felt her nipples stirring against his chest. He liked that, diced women who turned on easily. Even though he took his time with foreplay, Frank liked women that were easily aroused. He liked to make his women cam a time or two before he fucked them.

Lyn pushed his tongue out of her mouth and slid hers into his mouth. Frank kneaded the pliant flesh of her trim ass and sucked eagerly at her tongue. Jesus, she turns me on, he'd thought. To think i almost didn't see her out there. I'm damn glad I didn't miss her. Damn glad.

He moved one hand from her ass, trailed it up her side. She twisted a little, making her tit accessible to his hand. Slowly, almost reverently, he ran his fingertips over the proudly jutting mound, testing the firmness of the tit, the stiffness of the nipple.

Lyn had moaned against his mouth when he had covered her tit with his hand. He had felt the nipple swell even more against his palm as he had next his fingers' squeezing the resilient flesh.

"Hhhhhaaaa!" she had moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

There had been a freshness about her that Frank had found incredibly sexy. He knew she had just turned fifteen, she'd told him so in the car as they'd driven in from the outskirts. But she was the hottest fifteen-year-old he had ever encountered.

As he had worked his hand against her tit, she had reached down and started scratching the underside of his cock in a blatantly erotic manner.

"Let's go to bed," he had whispered.

She hadn't said anything, but she had given his cock a squeeze of agreement. Frank had scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, lowering her into the middle of the still un-made bed.

Leaning over her, he had kissed her again as he'd entered the bed himself, stretching out on his belly, his torso half over hers. Again, she had kissed him as eagerly as he had kissed her. Their tongues had fought each other from mouth to mouth and back. Both of his hands had gone to work on her heaving tits. He had stroked and squeezed and kneaded the abundant jugs as he had fenced his tongue with hers.

"Mmmmm!" she had murmured against his mouth as he had played with her melon-sized tits.

Frank had edged a knee between hers and she had slide her leges apart without protest. He hadn't moved his hands from her tits, just rubbed his knee against the satiny flesh of her inner thigh as he drew his fingers up until they were on her nipples "Hhhhhhhaaaa!" Lyn had moaned as he'd tweaked the stiffed spears of flesh. He had rolled them about in his fingers. He had pinched them gently. Lyn had shuddered under him as her breathing hid grown ragged.

A few moments later, he had pulled his mouth from hers and kissed her face, then moved his lips onto the taut column of her neck. After kissing the hollow at the base of her throat, he had let his hips move onto the upper slopes of her onerous tits.

Frisk had taken his time kissing her tits. Well, they were tits that deserved to be adored, to be caressed and kissed. He sucked all of one tit, then crossed to the other after licking the deep cleavage between the two out thrust mounds. Lyn had writhed under him as he had slide his hands over her exciting young body, stroking and squeezing her thighs, caressing her flat belly.

When he finally took one of her nipples into his mouth, she dug her lingers into his arms and cried out eagerly. He has sucked on the firm nipple as he had eased his hand between her thighs.

To his delight, Lyn had spread her legs even more to make her pussy more accessible to his exploring hand. Frank had drawn his angers up the length of her cuntal furrow, pleased to discover that she was already wet.

He had also been pleased to discover that her clitoris was a throbbing, swollen bud. He had flicked his fingers against it as he had slashed his tongue across her spanked nipple and she had shuddered against him.

Opening his mouth, he had sucked more of her tit into his mouth. Frank wasn't one of those men who had a fetish for big tits he could get off on a girl whose boobs were only half the size of Lyn's.

But he was a man who appreciated perfection, and Lyn's tits were as perfect a pair as he'd ever had his mouth on. Gnawing lightly against her firm tit, he slid his hand up and down her cant, rubbing the cleft, the puffing lips, the Outfit edges of the trembling teenager's puffy.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Lyn had squealed as he'd centered his hand-action over her swollen clit.

The underpants of her shapely hips had grown steadily stronger, more pronounced. Lyn had reached down and wrapped her angers around his cock, then started to manipulate it in what had to have been a practiced manner.

Frank had let her play with his dick. He hadn't seen worried: he'd known he could control himself, that he could hold back as long as he wanted. If the sexy little teenager wanted to play with his cock, it was all right with him.

As she stroked his cock, Frank had massaged her engorged cant lips and protruding clit. He had pressed down on the bud, dug his lingers into it at the base, rolled it about, tugged at it, flicked it this way and that. Lyn's breath had whistled through her nostrils and she had horrified and writhed against him as she'd kept her hand moving steady up and down around his cock.

When he'd felt her aft start to bounce up and down on the bed, Frank had slide his hand down a little and hooked a linger into her swampy twat.

The tight hole had seemed to almost suck the finger inside.

"Nnnnnhhhhhhh!" Lyn had moaned as he'd jammed the finger as deep into her twat as he could.

She had cupped his chin and tugged his mouth off her tit, lifting it to meet hers again. Frank had inlet her wanton mouth with his tongue and she'd sucked greedy on the thick invader as he had started to ride his finger slowly in and out of her clinging twat.

Each time he ran his finger into her cunt-hole, however, he picked up speed. And he ground the heel of his hard hand a little harder into her upper snatch each time he had pulled the anger back from the hot depths of her puffy.

Lyn had dug her nails into his biceps as she'd came. Her body had arched off the bed, her aft and widely open cant high in the air. The hand on his cock had tightened convulsively.

Frank had held his hand where it was until she llad let herself fall back to the bed. Then he had started stroking her cuntal furrow once more, rubbing her dippers juices all over the dick surface of her snatch. Gradually, her hips had started to rise and fan again.

That's when he had started to swing between her legs and had heard her say: "Please, mister, don't hurt me."

"No," Lyn whispered, her face start turned away from him. "No. I'm not a virgin. But I've only been fucked three times, all today, and an three men hurt me. ' "Christ, kid, what happened?" he asked, lowering himself back to the bed beside her. He slipped an arm under her shoulders and cradled her against his chest, his hand stroking her long hair as she told him all of the events of the previous day, the things that had made her run away from home and the things that had happened to her afterwards.

CHAPTER TWO

Even though it was raining; it was a beautiful day to Lyn as she opened the front door and walked into the house. Any day that began with getting to go home from school was a wonderful day.

Lyn had expected to have the whole house to herself. Her stepmother had said something to her and her father at breakfast about going into Phaly to shop. Lynn had been overjoyed when she'd arrived at school and found that there had been a malfunction of the air-conditioning-system that had resulted in an inside temperature of 120 degrees. It had meant that she'd have all day to practice the piano. Joyce, her stepmother, couldn't stand classical music. If Lyn practiced for more than a half-hour at a time, Joyce accused her of trying to giver her a headache.

Before she got down to practicing, though, Lyn had to change clothes. She went upstairs and started down the hall to her room, then stopped dead in her tracks in front of the open door to the master bedroom. There, on the bed, was Joyce, completely naked, sucking on a man's cock.

Lyn stared, wide-eyed, at the lewd spectacle before her. She might have been a virgin, but she wasn't naive. She had had guys rub her pussy unto she'd creamed in her panties, and she had jacked off guys unto their hot, sticky Jim had spurted onto her cloth trig or skin.

Lyn had been dating for two years, and petting almost that long. That had been an she'd done-pet. She knew there were girls younger than she was that were doing more, that were giving head, or even tucking, but she hadn't done either of those things. The truth was that she hadn't met anybody that she wanted to do those things with yet. Petting was no big deal. Sometimes you petted with a guy when it wasn't even a date. But sucking a guy's cock, or letting him get inside of you-to Lyn, those were important things, things to be done only with somebody special. She could never be like Moly Ludlow, who'd suck off any guy that asked her to.

The transfixed teenager watched as her step-mother licked lewdly at the thick cock. From the way Joyce had her eyes squeezed shut and was over the equally naked man, Lyn assumed that he was using his mouth and tongue on Joyce's pussy. Whoever it was in bed with Joyce, it wasn't Lyn's father. She had inherited her red hair from in hint, and the hair around the balls of the man under Joyce's writhing body was blond.

Joyce popped the man's cock into her mouth and slid it deeper and deeper until it had completely disappeared inside of her oval lips.

She was jiggling his balls in her hand as she sucked lewdly on his cock.

Silently, Lyn moved away from the door. I will bet, the teenager thought, I take a picture of her ride him and then Daddy divorce her. Lyn thought Joyce was cheap. Cheap, uncultured and stupid. In a lot of ways, she was a perfect match for Lyn's father, but the girl couldn't stand to have Joyce in the house that her mother hid decorated so tastefully.

Picking up her camera, Lyn tiptoed back to the master bedroom. Even with the rainy, overcast sky, there was enough natural light for her to get a good picture without a flash to distract the couple on the bed. Lyn waited until it was clearly Joyce's face, then snapped the licentious picture of her stepmother with her mouth half-full of hard cock.

Joyce picked that moment to open her eyes.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit!" she exclaimed, rolling off the man. Lyn almost dropped the camera as she saw who it was-Willie Carter, Joyce's brother!

He took in the situation at a glance and leaped from the bed. "She's got our picture!" he exclaimed to his still-dazed sister. "We got to get it back from her or she'll blow the whole trip here for you."

Lyn turned and ran, hoping she could get into her room and get the door locked. Unfortunately, Willie caught her just as she was about to slam her door shut. She kicked at his bare shins and he began to hop around on one foot. He didn't let go of her arm, though, and he swung his other hand, slapping her hard enough that her head tamed.

"Kick me again, bitch," he invited, waving his doubled-up hand in front of her. "Kick me again."

She knew better. Willie was a weasel -ape dressed in what he thought were sharp clothes but which Lyn thought were only slightly modified pimp-clothes.

'What… what are we going to do?" Joyce whined as she caught up to them.

''The first thing is to get that camera open and expose the film," Willie barked. He snatched the camera from Lyn and handed it to Joyce. "What the hell are you doing home?" he snarled at Lyn.

"I thought you liked school too much to cut."

"I didn't cut," Lyn said as Joyce opened the, camera and ripped the film out. "They couldn't turn the furnace off and they sent us all home. I thought Joyce was going to Phaily to shop and 1 was going to practice.

"It's not going to do you any good to destroy the picture," she taunted them. "I'm still going to tell Daddy" She glared at him. "And then your precious sister'll be out on her ass. She'll be lucky if Daddy gives her clothes to wear to where ever she goes."

"Well, then," Willie told her with smirk, "I guess you ought to have a good story to tell him.

Like you can tell him I did this."

Before Lyn could ask what he meant, he reached out and grabbed the front of her dress, then yanked hard. Buttons flew everywhere, but the dress opened to her waist, where it was belted.

"Christ, look at those tits," he breathed. "I've been wanting to play with them ever since I laid a eyes on you, kid do. Now I'm going to get my wish. Lyn tried to slap him, but he caught her hand before she could. "Get me something to tie her up with, he snared to Joyce. A moment later the still-naked blonde returned with a stocking.

"Yeah," Willie said. He forced Lyn's hands down to her slides, then pushed them behind her. His naked body was pressing tightly to hers as he told Joyce. "Well, don't just stand there, you idiot; tie her hands."

"Please," Lyn whimpered, "I won't ten Daddy, I swear I won't."

"Shut up," Willie snared, m a way that scared her. She started to cry then, but the evil pair ignored her. Joyce wrapped the stocking around her wrists and tied it so tightly that Lyn couldn't move her hands at an. Stepping back from her, Willie undid the belt of her dress, then ripped it open entirely.

"Tear this rag off of her," he told Joyce as he closed his rough hands over Lyn's tits, which were encased in a lacy half-bra. Harshly, he squeezed the terrified id's tits as Joyce yanked and pulled at the remnants of her dress, untie her underwear, shoes and socks were an that Lyn had on.

"Nnnnooooo!" she moaned as she felt Joyce unhooking the straps of bet bra. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. Her stepmother's brother couldn't be about to rape her in her own bedroom. Lyn blinked her eyes. Willie didn't go away.

He lifted his hands away from her tits and pulled he bra off them, then closed his fingers over the big jugs again. "Go ahead," he told Joyce, "get her stripped."

"Willie?" Joyce whispered.

"Don't worry," he assured her, "I know what fucking I am doing." Joyce dropped to her knees behind Lyn and shoved the girl's panties down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to take the panties off. She slipped Lyn's feet out of her moccasins and stripped her socks off, leaving Lyn completely naked.

Tears veers falling down the girl's face as Willie stared at her, an evil leer on his face. "You're choice ass, Lyn," he told her. "Yes, indeed, you're going to be one luck I'm going to remember for a long time."

"Don't, please don t!" Lyn sobbed. "I never have. Never!"

"Yeah?" Willie asked, his eyebrows going up.

"That's right? I haven't busted a cherry in years. I know I'm going to remember you, baby." He reached up and squeezed one of her tits harshly as he slid his other hand between her thighs and commenced to probe her pussy.

"Willie?" Joyce questioned again.

"will you be cool," he snarled at his sister.

If the truth were known, Joyce wasn't very bright. But she was sleeked like a brick-shithouse, so she didn't need much in the way of brains.

Busty, beautiful blondes could always get by.

Particuliarfiy if they were only nineteen, which is what Joyce was. That was another reason Lyn hated her she wasn't anything more than a teenager herself.

"I just don't want you to get locked up again,"

Joyce said fearfully.

"I ain't gonna get locked up," Willie assured her.

"I'm going to keep the brat from blowing your trip here, that's what I'm going to fucking do His fingers pressed and probed in Lyn's cunt, rubbing the dry flesh, pushing into her virginal twat. He was still squeezing and mauling her tit and she was dancing on tiptoes to avoid the anger he was forcing into the tightness of her dry cunt.

"What're you going to do, Willie?" Joyce asked.

She was still on her knees beside them.

"I'm gonna give the kid such a story to tell that her old man'll be sure she's lying when he hears it.

Particufiady when you tell him another story first."

The greasy-haired man looked at Lyn and sneered. "Stuck-up bitch. Swishing around like Joyce and I ain't fit to be on the same fucking planet as you. I'm Gonna teach you a thing or two, bitch. And I'm Gonna make sure you can't do anything to queer my sister's deal here." He leaned forward and fastened his mouth on one of her plump tits, biting cruelly at the nipple.

"Nnnnmmgggghhhhh!" Lyn moaned. She could scream at the top of her lungs, she knew, without it doing any good. There was a house nearby, but three was no one living in it. The closest neighbors were a quarter of a mile away, and their house was as massive as the Holmes. With both houses shut up during the rain, no one would hear her if she screamed.

"Willie?" Joyce said plaintively.

"Now what the fuck do you want?" he snarled.

"Can… can I play with her, too?" Joyce begged, stroking the younger kid's trim haunches in a way that made Lyn shudder. She had heard of dykes, of lesbians, of bisexuals, but she had never, as far as she knew, met any. Now it appeared that she was in the hands of such a person.

The hoodlum smiled at his sister. "Sure, go ahead," he said. "But let's get her on the bed first.

Then you can get her cunt wet enough for me to fuck her."

"What're you going to do while I do that?"

Joyce asked. Lyn shuddered as she heard the safiacious curiosity in the older id's voice. Joyce on was just as penetrated as her brother, Lyn decided. on "I'm gonna get my cock sucked," Willie replied.

"Little Miss Snot-nose here is Gonna suck my cock."

"I am not!" Lyn declared emphatically:

"No?" Willie asked, twisting her tit harshly.

"That's what you think. But you just watch.

You're Gonna blow me, baby."

They forced her backward until she was against the bed, then manhandled her into it. Joyce sat between her tits and stroked Lyn's pussy as Willie retained to the hall. When he came back, he was tearing her dress apart even more.

"This is a new dress," he told Joyce. "You go out and buy another before her old man talks to her-if he talks to her. The story we tell him, he may just belt her around and not even listen."

"What are you going to ten him?" Lyn demanded apprehendvely.

"Don't you worry about that," Willie told her coldly.

He caught one of her ankles and bent her leg back over her torso, then tied a long section of her dress around the ankle. A moment later and the other end of the strip of fabric was tied to the headboard of the bed. Swiftly, Willie repeated the operation with the teenager's other leg, leaving her completely helpless.

Not only was she unable to move, she was positioned in the most obscene manner she could imagine. Her pussy was spread to the utmost, her tits were available if they wanted to play with them even her asshole was exposed to their sights Joyce squatted below her and scratched at Lyn's tender inner thighs. "If you've got any sense," she warned the young girl, you'll do like Willie tells you to. Otherwise she giggled, "he'll hurt you.

Willie knows a lot about hurting people. He can make you scream and scream and there won't be anything to show that he even touched you in ten or fifteen minutes after-he's finished." Again Joyce giggled. "1 hope you're dumb," she told the helpless girl. "I'd love to see Willie work on you.

He can make you hurt so much you start liking it."

Lyn shuddered at the words. She had no choice but to obey she was helpless, she knew that. She would have to endure whatever indigmties they performed in her, then hope that her father would believe her story in opposition to whatever lie they told him. waive retained to the bed carrying a thick belt.

"You Gonna do what we tell you," he snarled, "or do you want me to beat your ass?" He flicked the belt casualty, but the tip snapped directly against her ass hole.

"Hhhhhhiiiieeee!!" Lyn screamed as the most incredible pain she'd ever felt coursed through her. "I'll do it! I'll do what you want!" she cried. She couldn't stand it if he hit her again.

With a grin, Willie climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her. His slippery cock waved in the air just above her tear-streaked face.

"Lick it, bitch," he ordered, catching her head and lifting it. The stream on her neck bothered her, even after he stuffed a pillow under it. "Lick my cock, I said," he snarled.

With a grimac, Lyn extended her tongue and slid it along the underside-of his cock. If that was all he wanted, it wouldn't be so bad. She didn't like licking his cock, but she didn't hate it.

It was something she could do, though, something that she could endure.

He shifted, moving a little higher in the bed.

"Lick it good," he ordered. "Lick it all, even my balls."

Lyn gulped but started to comply. Her dainty tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, swept over his balls again and again, until they were wet with her saliva. His crotch was musky-smelling but Lyn teamed to ignore the rank odor as she worked her tongue against his cock.

"Nnnnnooooo!" Lyn screamed suddenly as she felt a hot tongue slide into her gaped snatch. It had to be Joyce eating her cunt, and Lyn didn't want that. She didn't want any part of any of this, but at least with Willie, it was normal. Having Joyce eat her cunt was penertrate "Please," she whimpered, "don't!" Her plea was ignored. Joyce's tongue slithered along the hot, dry length of the bound teenager's pussy, swirling across the depths of her cuntal furrow as Joyce dug her angers into Lyn's resilient ass.

"That screaming getting on my nerves," Willie said coldly. "1 guess I better stick my cock in your mouth so you can't scream any more."

Lyn turned her to avoid that but Willie caught her chin in his hand, displaying considerable strength. He grinned cruelly at her as he reached down with his other hand and clamped her nose shut.

Lyn tried to breathe through tightly clenched teeth but she was unsuccessful. When she was forced to open her mouth to suck in air, Willie jammed his cock into her mouth and released her nose.

"Now, you suck my cock good," he ordered.

"And don't even think of biting me. That'd be the worse mistake you ever made in your life."

Something in Lyn's mind told her he was speaking the truth. She obeyed his instructions, licking and sucking at the cock that he sawed back and forth in her mouth. Joyce was licking at her pussy as if she were possessed.

Despite herself, Lyn felt her cunt growing wet with more than Joyce's saliva.

Willie fucked his cock deeper into her mouth, until she almost gagged.

"How is she, Sis?" he snickered. "She got a tasty pussy?"

Joyce answered with an obscene gurgling as she fastened her mouth on Lyn's clitoris and started sucking at it, making it swell against the girl's wishes.

The fat cock rode in and out of Lyn's mouth as Willie swung his hips to and fro, fucking into her mouth easily. Joyce sucked at the swelling clit and jammed a thumb into Lyn's dilated cunt-hole, then began trigging it. The room was filled with the sound of Willie's harsh breathing and the slurping noises of bin sister as she sucked and licked at their captive's match.

Lyn lost track of time. An there was the tongue in her cunt and the cock in her mouth and Willie's obscene comments about whit she was doing to him. Her hands ached and she was tortured by them being untie the small of her back. But there was nothing she could do about amy of it except pray for it to be over soon.

"Aaaaiihhhh!" Willie moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her mouth farther over his cock.

Lyn felt his prick swell and pulsate, then he was jetting his hot cam into her mouth. Gob after gob of the sticky, salt-flavored jism burst into the frightened gin's mouth.

"Swallow it, you whore!" Willie rasped, caching down and squeezing one of her tits as harshly as he could. Lyn was too scared not to obey, although she thought she was going to vomit as the sticky strands of Jism down her throat.

Joyce's tongue and mouth were getting to her.

There was no way she could advent her body from reacting. The fifteen-year-old girl shuddered violently as Joyce sucked and fucked her to a climax.

Willie puked his still hard cock from Lyn's mouth and swung away from her. For a moment, the depraved man watched his sister as she licked and mouthed the captive teenager's cunt. Finally, Joyce raised her pussy juice smeared face and licked her tongue over her lips.

'-She good and juicy for me?" Willie asked Joyce.

Joyce nodded. "What about me?" she asked. "I needle cam, too."

"Go sit on her face," Willie ordered.

Noo!" Lyn screamed.

She just couldn't stand that. Lick Joyce's pussy?

She'd ether die first! Then Willie swung the belt, smashing the end artfully against Lyn's erect and throbbing clit.

"Hhhhhaaaaa!" Lyn shrieked as her body shook in pain.

"See, doll," Willie smirked, "you don't have any real choice. You can do it now, or after I beat you a little, but you're going to eat Joyce's box out.

You understand?"

He dew back the belt to strike her again and Lyn broke. "I… Ah right, I'll do it," she whimpered, her voice as filled with tears as her eyes wet. The evil brother and sister smiled at each other as Joyce walked up the bed and stood over Lyn's face. Lewdly, she bent her knees, opening her cunt.

"Look at her cunt," Willie snarled.

Lyn forced her eyes open. Joyce's cunt was just above her face. The teenager could actually see the droplets of moisture that had formed on the slick surface. Joyce reached down between her legs and spread the puffy labes obscenely apart.

"You better lick her cunt good," Willie marled as he knelt between Lyn's legs. He reached out and laced his hand down the wet surface of her pussy, then stabbed a finger into her twat.

"I could beat you, or fuck you in the ass," Willie reminded her. As he spoke, he drove the finger that had been in her twat deep into her ass hole.

"Hhhhhiliiieeeee!" Lyn screamed in agony.

Joyce squatted over her face, enveloping the teenager's nose and mouth in the wet folds of her match. She tingled her angers in Lyn's hair and pressed her face even tighter to the slippery cunt.

"Lick it. Lick my cunt," Joyce moaned.

Lyn was going to refuse, until Willie eked his fingernail along the sensitive membranes of her ass hole. "Do as she says," he warned the terrified young girl. Lyn was too seared not to obey.

"Aaaahhhh!" Joyce cried as she felt the younger girl's tongue snake its way into her cunt.

Lyn whipped her tongue around in the sloppy snatch, determined to get this degradation over with as soon as she could. All she wanted to do was get away from the evil pair that seemed bent on destroying; her nicely ordered world.

Willie grinned as he heard his sister moaning with pleasure. He pulled his finger from Lyn's ass hole, making a popping sound that embarrassed the teenager as much as anything else that they had done to her.

She wanted to scream when she felt Willie start rubbing the head of his cock up and down the length of her cuntal furrow. But her screams seemed to serve no purpose except to excite them, so she remained silent, although her flesh crawled with revulsion.

Joyce's fingernails were digging into her scalp as she hunched her cunt back and forth over Lyn's face. The crying teenager an her tongue along the cuntal furrow, hating it, but knowing that if she did not comply, what would happen to her could be worse than what was already happening.

The cock-head slithered around in the outer part of her. cunt, then rested against the dilated entrance to her twat. Lyn moaned as she sensed Willie was tormenting her even further by delaying.

There was nothing short of a miracle that could keep her from getting fucked for the first time.

And Lyn didn't believe in miracles.

With a savage thrust, Willie drove his cock halfway into the tightness of her virgin cunt.

"Hhhhhaaaaa!" Lyn screamed involuntarily as the hard cock ripped through her cherry. She could feel nothing but pain.

Lyn had, actually, been looking forward to her first fuck. But she hadn't expected it to come 'dice this. She had assumed that she wou'id give her cherry to some guy that she liked, some guy that she had been dating and making out with. She certainly hadn't expected to lose her cherry to her stepmother's brother, to be raped.

Willie jammed his cock farther into her cunt-hole. Lyn was crying harder than ever, but she didn't let her tears interfere with her licking of Joyce's cunt. She knew that the evil pair were able of anything if she didn't comply with their demands, there was no telling what they might do to her.

"Yessssss!" Joyce hissed as Lyn's tongue fluttered agianst her swollen clit. "There! There!" she moaned. Lyn kept her tongue working against the engorged clit. The sooner she satisfied Joyce, the sooner Joyce would leave her alone.

Willie was slamming his cock into her tortured twat, pulling it almost out, then driving it to the very opening of her cervix. Each time he thrust into her cunt it was a little easier, for her body was betraying her, her cunt growing wetter and wetter. Lyn knew it was a pudgy physical reaction to what had been done to her, but she still could not help but feel ashamed. She shouldn't be finding any enjoyment in the perverted things they were doing to her, yet she was.

"Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Joyce chanted.

Lyn gulped, but drew the swollen clit into her mouth. She slashed her tongue across the clit nob in trying to end the awful things that were happening to her before she came. That would be the ultimate in her degradation, to climax while they were abusing her.

As Willie raped her, he reached up and closed his hands over the generous mounds of her tits, mawling them havely. As if he knew how humiliating would be to her if she came, he ground his loins into her each time he jammed his cock into her twat. His pelvic bone rubbed against her clitoris and Lyn, to her disgust, felt her hips try to respond to the savage invasion of her cunt.

"Jesus Christ," Willie barked, "she's fucking me back! I shoulder gotten this little slut a long time ago. She tucks like it's all she's good for."

He drove his cock in and out of her steadily, plowing it to the bottom of Lyn's cunthole with n eke inward thrust of his hips. The red-headed n teenager continued to cry, but she couldn't deny what he was saying. Her hips were straining upward when he was withdrawig from her twat they were twisting and squirming around as he slid his dick back into her hole. Although it disgusted her the dry knew she was gaing a small amount of pleasure from being fucked.

She could feel her chin growing wetter and knew that Joyce had to be leaking cunt juice as a result of Lyn's sucking on her clit. The harsh, egged quality of Willie's breathing told her that he, too, was on the verge of cumming. Lyn had heard too many guys breathing the same way when she'd jerked them off not to know what it meant.

Joyce shifted, pressing her swollen twat to Lyn's mouth. "Put your tongue in my hole," the older woman moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue."

Lyn shuddered at the thought. But she eased her tongue into the clammy recesses of Joyce's cunt.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Joyce screamed as Lyn began tongue-fucking her twat. There was something about forcing the younger girl to eat her out that was driving Joyce wilder than she had been in a long time.

Willie continued to hammer away at her snatch, slamming his cock into Lyn's hole harder and faster. She was aware of the squishy sound of her juice being forced out of her twat by his driving cock, and the sound excited her. There was no longer any doubt in the troubled teenager's mind that, no matter what happened with her and these evil two, she was not going to stop fucking.

"Hhhuuhhh! Hhhhuuuhhh! Huuuhhhhh!"

Joyce cried, hunching her snatch back and forth against Lyn's wet face.

The older teenager rubbed her swollen flit against Lyn's nose as the younger girl continued to saw her tongue in and out of the other girl's twat, unconsciously duplicating the rhythm that Willie's cock was following as it rode in and out of her own wet twat.

From the way he was digging his fingers into her resilient tits, Lyn was sure Willie was about to cam.

Joyce was surely on the verge of cumming her fluids were pouring out of her cunt m ever increasing abundant. Lyn was forced to swallow the slightly salty juice occasionally, just to keep her mouth clear. To her amazement, Joyce's pussy cream wasn't distasteful.

That was the terrible thing about the whole episode: If it weren't for the fact that she west being forced to perform the acts she was, if it weren't for the fact that she had no choice in the matter, Lyn might have found a great deal of pleasure in everything that was happening to her.

Even eating Joyce's pussy, an act that Lyn was sure she'd never again perform, wasn't as bad as she'd imagined it was going to be when she'd first been forced to sack her tongue into the older girl's snatch.

"Aaamahhhhhh!" Joyce screamed. Her n juice gushed out of her pussy, almost flooding Lyn s mouth. The tormented dry had to swallow her mouth was too full for her to do otherwise.

Lyn felt Willie's cock swell even more in her twat. Then his come was jetting into her cunt as he ground his loins against hers. He squeezed her throbbing nipples unmercifully as he rode his pelvic bone against her throbbing clit.

"Mmmmpppmfi" Lyn moaned against Joyce's soggy cunt. She was cumming herself, In hating herself for doing it but sall shuddering as hard as she ever had when some guy had rubbed her pussy anal she'd creamed.

"Shhhiiiltit!" Willie cried as he felt the hot little teenager's cunt muscles constrict around his cock. He sent gob after gob of hot jism spurting into her twat and his come started oozing out around his cock and trickling down her ass to soak his balls.

Joyce toppled away from Lyn's face and Willie collapsed over the bound teenager. "Jesus, Jesus!" he gasped as Lyn's cunt muscles continued to constrict and relax, grasping his cock and then letting go of it, only to grasp it again.

"I don't suppose you want to forget the whole thing, do you?" Willie asked, after he'd recovered and pulled away from Lyn.

She just stared at him in amazement. Did he really think she would let him and his evil sister get away with what they had done to her?

"No," he said. "I didn't think so." He rose from the bed and looked at Joyce. "Leave her tid up until I come back," he said.

It was almost an hour later before Willie retained. In one hand, he had a dress that was an exact duplicate of the dress they had torn from her body.

"Willie, what are we going to do?" Joyce asked.

She had showered and dressed and Lyn felt twice as vulnerable, sticky with their fluids and exposed entirely to their eyes as she was.

"Oh, it's simple," Willie answered. "She's Gonna go to her old man and tell him what we did to her.

You just have to get to him first and tell him that she's Gonna give him the story, that she's Gonna claim that we did everything we've done."

"What?" Joyce yelped. "Tell him what we've done to her?"

"Nawwwww," Wiilie explained. "Tell him that she's going to say that we did all these things to her. Make him think that it's all a lie she's going to tell, to try to keep him from believing the rest of what you're going to tell him "

"What's that?" Joyce demanded, gazing at her brother adoringly. If anybody could figure out how to rape and abuse a girl and get away with it, Willie could.

"Wen, you went into Philly like you said you were going to," Wince explained. "Only, you got a headache and you came home. And you found little hot-pants here fucking some guy. When you started raising hell with him for screwing a girl that's underaged, he said he didn't know how old she was but he figured if she was old enough to sell her ass, she was old enough to have it bought.

"Naturally, you didn't believe him. Even though Lyn was acting snotty, you thought he was just trying to get out of trouble. But then you found out Lyn didn't even know him, that he was just passing through the area. And you searched her room and found the money."

"what money?" Joyce asked.

Her brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a bill. "This money," he answered, tossing the roll into the air. "Old Harry might not care much for me, he might believe the worst of me, but he's not Gonna believe I threw away four hundred dollars to frame his daughter. No, he'll believe that she's runing a game on him with her story of us raping her, because she figured it'd make him not believe you when you tell him that she's a whore."

Joyce grinned. "And by telling him all of the things she's going to tell him, I make it look like she made up everything and told me she was Gonna he if I told him about what I caught her doing."

"That's right," Willie agreed. "He will believe you when he finds that I've got three people that'll swear I've been with them an day, since I got up this moming And I'm gonna can you-know-who and tell her to say you were in her shop this morning "You see, baby cakes," he said to Lyn, an evil smirk on his face. "We had you, and we got you. The least that's Gonna happen is that your old man is Gonna beat your ass. He might do more than that."

Lyn knew Willies was telling the truth. She and her father had not been getting along since the death of her mother, and the hard feelings had continued to develop after Harry's remarriage.

Her mother had been an alcoholic, driven to drink by a husband who neglected her in favor of his business or the girls he ran around with. Lyn blamed her father for hit mother's death and didn't hesitate to let him know that.

He might believe that she was selling herself. If he did, he might lock her up, put her in a hospitals He had threatened to put her mother in a hospital there was no reason why he wouldn't do it to her.

"Oh, Willie, it's perfect!" Joyce exclaimed, clapping her hands.

He nodded. "I know guys like old Harry too well," he explained. "He'll buy the story. I just wish I could be here to see what he does to this stuck-up little bitch. But," he added philosophically, "you can't have everything."

"What about Lyn?" Joyce asked.

"Oh, you locked her in her room when you went to find him to tell him the bad news," Willie explained.

He took a knife from his pocket and cut the cloth holding Lyn's feet to the bed, then rolled her onto her belly to cut the stocking that was binding her hands. Lyn was too stiff from her tormented position to do more than let her hands fall away amp;om each other. By the ame she hid regained some strength in her limbs, they had left her room and she'd heard the door locked from the outside.

Lyn was sure her father felt guilty about neglecang his first wife. That was one of the reasons why he was so attenave to Joyce. She also knew that he resented her being around, for she reminded him of her mother. lock me up in a hospital Lyn thought. I Bet me of his sight so I don't remind him of Momma, and he won't have me reminding him how much Momma worked to fix this place up. He then let Joyce fuck the place up with all of her silly ideas.

The girl rose and paced the floor. As she thought, it seemed clearer and clearer to her that there were only two things she could do. She could stay and hope that her father would believe her instead of Joyce, which she didn't think he would do. Or she could run away.

She knew that, if she did the latter, her father would think it was a sign that she had done what Joyce was going to claim, but she didn't care. At least she would be free. She wouldn't end up in a mental hospital.

And she did have a place to go. Her mother had a brother who lived in Massachusetts. Lyn had never met her uncle Wayne, because her father disliked him intensely and had forbidden her mother to have him at the house. But he and her mother had corresponded, and Lyn did have his address. She could go to him and he'd protect bet amp;rom her father. Her father wouldn't know where she was if she went to Uncle Wayne's.

She didn't know how much ame she had before her father got home, but she was sure she couldn't delay any longer. She dragged herself from the bed and slipped back into bet underwear, sheen added a sweatshirt that covered her upper torso and tits, but which left her midriff exposed. Lyn had listened to other giris talk about hitchhiking and knew that the sexier she looked, the better her

chances of get an a ride. She donned a pair of shorts, then slipped her feet into ankle boots.

Hurriedly, she dragged her old Girl Scout pack from the top of the closet and fined it with clothing At the last moment, she took ail of her mother's jewelry and stuffed it into the bee Willie and Joyce thought that locking her in the room was going to keep her there. Lyn smiled as she thought of how Joya was going to explain her disappearance. What she did was go into the bathroom and wiggle out the window, then make her way along the roof anal she was at the back of the house. There was a tree there she climbed down easily. Lyn hadn't learned the means of getang in and out that way herself a boy had climbed into her room one night on a bet. She had ъ chased him away, of course, but only after he had waved to his friends from her bedroom window while she stood beside him. Good old Timmy, she thought. He wasn't around any longer, his folks had moved. For the first ame, Lyn missed him.

Tiredly, she started waikin6 Massachuseits was a long way away.

CHAPTER FOUR

Lyn almost sobbed with relief when the truck siowed to a stop just ahead of her. She had been gone from the house for twenty or so minutes and hadn't gotten very far. Each time she'd heard a car conning up behind her, she'd been afraid it was her father, looking for her. Now, it looked as if she were going to make her escape without incident.

"Where you heading girlie?" the sum, wiry relet driver asked as he swung down from the cab of the semi.

"Brockton, Mass," Lyn replied, hoping they'd take her in that direcaon. It appeared they were going to, for the red-headed relief driver was grinning and indicaang she should climb into the cab.

"You're going to have to ride nn the sleeper," the driver said. He was a slightly older edition of the other man, although with preying hair. Lyn knew they had to be brothel. Obediently, she crawled into the berth behind the customenade seats and stretched out, glad to be free of Lancaster.

"We'd carry you as far as Springfield, Mass," the relief driver said, taming around to grin at her.

'That's our home base. But you won't have any trouble getting a ride from there to Brocton."

They hadn't said much to her as the truck had gotten on the Interstate and started eating up the miles. Even when they'd stopped for a meai, which they had treated her to, they hadn't spoken much to her. And, in the truck, most of their conversation was over their CB radio. Their handles were Red Fox and Grey Fox, Lyn teamed, and she gathered that they made the trip from Springfield to Lancaster three times a week.

When they reached Waterbury, Red Fox, who was now driving swung off the Interstate and onto an older road. It was, his brother explained, a shortcut they used, since their destinaaon was to the east of town and the road from the Interstate to the terminal was heavily traveled. "This way, we gain about half an hour," Grey Fox explained. Lyn didn't care it was pouring down rain outside and she was glad to be sheltered from the rain and the wind, which was starting to increase.

They had been on the back road for about fifteen minutes when Ed, the older brother climbed into the sleeper compartment with her.

Thinking he wanted to sleep, Lyn started to move to the seat he had just vacated. But before she could even get over him, he had wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his chest as he murmured: "That's what I like, a hot number.-'

He tangled his fingers in her hair and pressed her mouth to his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he reached down and cupped her right ass-cheek in his big hand. Lyn sputtered and tried to free herself from his embrace.

She couldnk get free from him, but she did manage to twist her mouth from his. "Let go of me," she demanded.

"Why?" he replied.

" 'Why?' " she echoed. "Because I haven't given you any indication I wanted to be put:"

In the seat, Roger, the younger brother, laughed.

"Girlie, when you sack your thumb out to a trucker, it means you're willing to put out."

He had started slowing the truck, pulling off the road. Lyn was aware that they were in desolate country, that they hadn't passed, or been passed by a car since going onto this highway.

"lf you're not waling to give us what we want, we'll be glad to let you out right here."

"Yeah," Ed rasped, his hand stat scoueezing her ass, "after we strip you. Peril drop your clothes and bag somewhere down the road. With any luck, you'll stumble over them. But it's a twenty-mae walk to the next town from here. And you'll probably walk it all. This road gets about as much traffic as niggers et invitaaons to Dan meetings."

Lyn's heart sank. As dark and stormy as it was outside, she might not find her belongings if they threw them out of the truck. She'd be aione, abandoned, naked.

"Wh… What do you want me to do?" she mumbled.

Ed released her. "Strip!" he said.

"What're you going to do to me afterwards?"

Lyn asked fearfully as she caught the hem of the abbreviated sweatshirt and reversed it as she lifted it over her head.

Both men gasped at the sight of her naked tits.

"You give us what we want, girlie," Roger assorted bet, "and we'll drop you on a main highway at Springfield. I mean," he continued,

"we're reasonable guys, we don't want to cause you any trouble if we don't have to."

No Lyn thought, you just want to use me. But she had no choice other than to let them use her.

The altemative was more than she could bear to think about.

Sobbing, she opened her cutoffs and pushed them down her legs. It was cramped in the sleeper compartment and she had to twist around to get the denim shorts off. As she did so, Ed reached around her and closed his hands over her tits, then mashed his mouth to hers. His thick tongue drove between her lips as he forced her mouth open. The hands on her tits were heavy, the fingers digging into the resilient mounds.

Roger caught her bikini panties and dragged them down her hips and legs, dropping them in the relief driver's seat along with the rest of her clothing. Then he pushed her legs apart and thrust his hand into her crotch, slamming two fingers into her tender twat at the first opportunity.

Lyn wanted to scream, but her mouth was filled with Ed's tongue and all she could do was writhe in their cruel embrace as they pawed and probed her youthful body.

Ed dropped one of his hands from her tits and wormed it under her to cup her ass. As he twisted his tongue around heft, his hands flexed strongly against her tit and ass, until Lyn was sure she'd bear bruises for days afterward.

At the same time, Roger leaned forward and closed his mouth over the tit his brother had abandoned. His teeth ground against her finm flesh as he slashed his tongue across her nipple.

His fingers sawed in and out of her twat as he worked his other hand under her and closed it against her other ass-cheek. Tears ran down the teenager's face as the two brothers enjoyed her writhing, youthful body. Lyn squirmed, although not in an attempt to escape. Rather, her twisting motions were in an attempt to compensate for the pain that was coursing through her as a result of the harshness of their handling.

When Roger took his hand away from her ass, Lyn had a premonition of what he was going to do. in a moment, she heard the harsh rasping of a zipper being lowered and her fears were realized as the older man pushed her trim thighs apart.

"God," he breathed, as he lifted his face from her tit momentarily, "she's built fine."

"Yeah," his brother agreed. "Hurry up and let me at her."

Roger caught her by the legs and dragged her down the mattress until she was net on her back.

Ne stuffed a couple of firm pillows umder her ass, elevating her hips and making her cunt more accessible to him. After spitting into his palm, he rubbed saliva onto the head of his cock, then used one hand to steer it to the dilated opening of her twat.

"Please, please," Lyn whimpered. She knew she wasn't ready to take his cock into her body. The way they had treated her had not turned her on in the least and her twat was still dry.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Roger slammed his hips forward, driving his large cock halfway into her sore twat.

"Christ," he moaned, "she's so tight I'll bet she's almost a cherry."

"Well, loosen her up some," Ed urged, tightening his grip on the tit he was still holding.

Lyn sobbed louder as Roger drove his thick cock deeper into her tight, dry cunt-hole.

As Roger forced his cock farther into her twat, he returned his mouth to her tit and commenced grinding his teeth aginnst her soft nipple.

"Aaaiieeeeee!" Lyn screamed as he bit at n ha flesh. Her body jerked up involuntarily in n response to the pain.

"Yeah, show some life," Ed whispered obscene ly in her ear. At the same time, he wedged his hand into the crack between her ass-cheeks and commenced pressing a finger against her puckered asshole.

'Nooooooooo!" Lyn moaned as she filt his finger easing into her shitter. This was terrible n This was even worse than what happened to her this moming!

Roger's cock was embedded to the hilt nn her twat. He drew it out until only the head of his thick organ was lodged within her, then he slammed the whole length of his cock back into her hole. The head of the massive cock slammed against her arvix and Lyn winced at the force of ihis entrance into her cunt.

Ed was still squeezing her tit and probing her ass hole. Oh Lyn prayed, don't let him want to put i'ues cock there. Please Jet him be satisfied to screw me the regular way. Even in my mouth would be better than up my ass hole.

He took his hand from her tit and caught her chin, forcing her to turn her head Lmtil she was looking at him. Once more, he mashed his lips to hers, pressing her lips back against her teeth as he drove his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the tobacco on his breath as he worked his mouth over hers, his tongue whipping agiunst hers. And he returned his hand to her tit, pinching the nipple as hard as he could.

The thick cock was battering its way im and out of her clinbng cunt, dragging along the sensitive rnembrimes. "Fuck me back, bitch," Roger snarled, grinding his teeth harder against her nipple.

Lyn, out of fear, began to lift her hips to meet his as they slammed his cock into her snatch relendessly.

"Yeah," the trucker moamed, "that's it, bitch, that's it. Move that ass."

Ed pulled his finger out of her ass hole and Lyn heard his zipper being drawn down. Then he was yamking one of her hands down and wrapping her fingers around the hard shaft of his cock.

Obediently; Lyn commenced to slide her hand up and down the length of his cock. That, at least, was something she was familiar with about six months earlier, she had reached the stage where she gave her dates hand jobs as a matter of course.

Despite her intention to merely submit to the two men's demands, the constant sawing of Roger's cock across her clit, as well as the action of the hand and mouth on her tits, was getting to Lyn. Now, as she heaved her cunt up to meet the incoming cock, she found, to her great distress, that she was growing wet im the pussy and discovering pleasing sensations as the cock rode into her twat.

Her hand picked up speed around Ed's cock and she commenced to suck on his tongue as he worked it around in her mouth. Of their own volition, her nipples conpsted and rose, until they ,+ were stiff buds at the center of her tits.

"'Nnnnnggghhh!" the fifteen-year-old girl Lyn moaned against Ed's mouth as she started working Er her hips from side to side. en Roger filled his mouth with as much of her tit as he could and sucked voraciously at the pliant mound. Nis belt buckle dug into the mesh of her belly as he drove his cock into her cunt, but the en pain no longer caused her discomfort. Indeed, she found herself hoping that Ed would refrain from en lowering his trousers when bee fucked her. The rasping of the rough cloth against her thighs and belly was simply smother stimulus. Lyn breathed through her flaring nostrils and humped her cunt up faster and with greater variety to the motion of her pelvis.

Roger lifted his head somewhat and pressed his lips to her throbbing ripple as Ed caught the other one between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it as he rued it about on her tit.

From the way Ed was snorting as he French-kissed her, Lyn sensed her manual manipulation of his cock was getting him hot.

Somethfmg told her that he'd be mad if she brought him off with her hand, so slit released his cock and worked her fingers into his trousers, cupping and massaging his swollen balls gently as she fucked Roger back as hard as he was fucking her.

Suddenly, Roger ground his loins harder against her. Lyn felt his cock swelling inside of her cunt and then he was shooting his hot Jim into the depths of her twat, his cock swelling and receding as he shot his wad.

Lyn, too, was on the verge of cumming. Please, she thought, i want it now. Don't stop, don't stop fucking! QhhhAhhhh, come on, fuck me just a Dtthe more, let me get off, too.But he was already pulling his softening cock out of her cunt. Lyn sobbed again as he rolled to his side and lay against her, breathing heavily.

"You got to going pretty good there at the end, kid," he told her after a moment or so had passed and he-d controlled his breathing.

Another minute passed before he rolled over her and eased himself into the relief drivir's seat. Ed pulled his mouth away from hers and removed her hand from his balls, then levered himself into the bunk beisde her. Both of his hands closed over her tits and Lyn threw her legs wide to receive him.

The fever in hit cunt had dropped somewhat, but she was still sure she could cam if he started fucking her hard.

"Please," she whimpered, reaching down to grab his cock and rub the bloated head along the swampy cleft of her pussy.

Fd was balanced on hfs elbows and knees, crouching over her. "Turn over," he rasped, releasfmg her tits.

"Noooooo," she moaned. "Not that. Not in my ass."

"I ain't no pervert," Ed sriaried, slapping her KroSS the cheek. "1 just wants fuck you dog-style."

Lyn wasn't sure exacfdy what he meant, but she en knew she had to comply with his demand.

Otherwise they'd throw her from the truck and drive off with her clothes and belongings. c Whimpering and rubbing her smarting cheek, she rolled over, presenting her defenseless buttocks to him. ,4 He caught her hips and raised her belly from the C,4 damp mattrefi, then eased his cock between her en legs. The swollen knob slid up and down the cleft c of her pussy, spreading the puffy lips apart as it c moved.

"But it in, giriie," Ed rasped against her ear as he, reached under her and cupped her damgiing tits in F' his harsh hands.

Lyn choked back a sob as she reached down and c grasped hfs stiffened cock, then steered it towards T the opening of her twat. Having to aid him in his c use of her body was the most degrading thfng that,, she could imagine. Even being forced to eat Joyce a wasn't as bad as this, she told herself as she o positioned the head of his cock at the dilated opening of her cunt-hole.

Once she had positioned his prick, Ed pushed forward slowly. "C et your hand twig," he snarkled as his cock rode farther fnto her twat. Lyn hurriedly pulled her hand from her crotch, where she'd been angering her cht.

He twisted and squeezed her tits, mauling them pinnfully as he sawed his cock in and out of her c~mt. The teeth of hfs zipper and the embossed surface of his belt buckle bit into the tinder flesh of her saucy ass as he slammed his cock in and out of her swampy cunt.

The helpless giri' was forced to twist her head to one side to breathe as Ed curled over her body and planed his cock into her cunt agiun ind aging. His hands raked at her tits, scratching them im his frenzy.

"Wiggle your ass, girlie, wiggle your ass," Ed commanded as he fucked her with long, hard thrusts.

Lyn, although she felt nothing but pain, complied, shaking and twisting her buttocks into Then Ed started the truck and pulled it back onto the highway.

'Ohhhhhhh," Lyn moaned in relief as she rciiriized that this was going to be the last time she WaSi going to have to fuck either of them.! can do it, she told herself,! can snipe this.

Indeed, as she humped ha trim ass up each time RoFei slid hfs cock into her e4unt, she became convinced that she could do more than merely survive the experience.

Roger reached under her and started kneading tie taut flesh of her ass as his cock sawed in and out of her tight cunt. His mouth was back on her tits, sucking voraeiousay at them as he siainmed his pick into her agran and agiun.

On and on he fucked her, his cock riding effortlessly in and out of her clinging fuck-hole.

Lyn twisted her hips about and tried to gain extra Pleasure from the feeling of being invaded so ruthessly. – 'Yeah, bitch, fuck me back, fuck me back;"

Roger gasped as she did her best to comply. His bards were digging into the flesh of her ass cruelly a he hammered away at her, his balls swinging forward to beat against ha assholi each time he drove his cock to the hilt in her cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhh," the girl moaned – as she felt lo self growing mane and more excited. She hated herself for responding to the way she was being fucked, but she couldn't help it.

"Cood ass, girlie," Ed moaned against her ear.

'You're real good ass."

His fingers were tugging and tweaking her apples as he drove his cock in and out of her cunt. rife wias gasping and shuddering behind her and Lyn cnew he was about to cam.

Then his cock was spewing its load into her swat, filling the tight channel with hot, sticky Jim, ,vhich began to ooze out and trickle down her legs.

Lyn moaned as Ed ground himself against her ass md his prick went bmp inside of her flooded cunt. it's not fair, she thought, neither of them eared whether f got anything out of it or Kot. A!i they ~anted was a cunt to use.

Several minutes passed, with only their breathing filling the cab with sound. Then Roger spoke.

"Come on out of there, Ed. I'm ready again."

OA, noooooo/ Lyn thought. He can't mean that they 're not going to keep taking turns fucking me. ~U they're note on But as Ed left the sleeper compartment, Roger 1 dimbed back in. He rolled Lyn onto her back and in ell atop her, driving his cock into her aching twat a) vith one savage lunge. This time, however, he aught her thighs and lifted them. For a moment, _yn was close to screaming in panic as she thought is was going to curi her into a bail, the way Willie on lad. But Roger crossed her calves over his back and Al)lowed away at her twat and she found her fear eaving her as her swollen chit was akin stimulated. healthy and she had enjoyed what sex she'd knovm before this moming, so the stimulation of her body, harsh though it was, was getting to her. She ground her crotch to Roger's and tightened her leg: around his body as he fucked her steadily.

Then she was there. Her body shuddered as pleasant sensations coursed through her from her cunt to the tips of her toes and the top of her head.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" she cried as she felt Roger start spurting his cam into her quivering cunt.

He lay above her, breathing hard. Finally, he rolled off of her and curled against the back of the compartment.

"Here, girlie," Ed said, handing her clothing to her. "Come sit down here and let him take a nap.He needs it."

Silently, Lynn dressed and did as she'd been told. Thank Cod, it was all over, she told herself.

Nothing else was going to happen to her.

She had no way of knowing how wrong she was.

CHAPTER FIVE

True to their word, Roar and Ed dropped her on a main highway. Luckily, the rain had slacked off to a mild drizzle; so she wasn't soaked by the time she was able to Ft her next ride. It was only halfway to her destination, but she didn't mind, since it was an older man with his grandchildren and she knew she'd be safe.

Unfortunately, the man let her out in the center of downtown Worcester. Lyn decided that she ought to wok to the elf of town on the road that would take her to Brocton, so she wouldn't get driven out of her way. She pulled a thin jacket of waterproof materid from her knapsack and donned it, then covered her hair with the hood.

The jacket didn't protect her bare legs, but it would help keep her from catching cold, since it died prevent the rain from getting to her clothing.

When the police car first cruised past her, Lyn ignored it. To the ffteen-year-old girl, the police were what other people got involved with they were of no concern to her and she was of no concern to them.

A few minutes later, a poiiice car pulled dongside of her and cruised siiowly down the street. Lyn gave the lone occupant a glance. then ignored the man as she strode down the street. As far as she was conceded, he was just a policeman taking a break from a dull tour of duty to ogle a good400king giri who was crossing his territory.

It was only when the car retained a few moments later that she began to wonder. It occurred to her that her father might have reported her missing But wouiid the police in Massachusetts be on the alert for a giri who might have left home in Pennsylvania? Wouiid her father have thought of Uncle Wayne and realized that she might be going to him?

Then, as the car pulled away from her, Lyn was struck by another thought: Even if her father didn't have the police looking for her, he could still find out where she was if they stopped her!

Suppose they arrested her for being a runaway? the giri asked herself. What would happen? lf she told them she was going to visit her uncle and that her father knew about it, would they believe her?

Or would they check with her dad?

Er She was sure of what he'd do. He'd ten the co police to hold her until he could come to get her.

Only he wouldn't take her home he would stick her in some kind of home. At best, he'd put her in a strict school, where she'd be as ionprisoned as if a- she were in a mental hospitd.

All Lyn knew she couldn't let her Pam show. She co had to wok cdmly tong the street and hope that the policeman, or any other who might corns by, would think she knew where she was going, that she was somebody who had gotten off a bus and was waking home. Or that she was old enough to be on her own. What age did she have to be in this state to be running around on her own? Lyn had no way of guessing. In some states it was sixteen.

Lut she wasn't even sixteen.

The police didn't know that, however. She might be able to mdke them think she was eighteen, nineteen, even. All she had to do was act indignant, threaten to sue them. Her father had done that once when a policeman had stopped him for something, and it had worked. If she had to, she'd "Come here, kid!"

Lyn looked up to see the policeman sitting next to her.

"Yes, sir," she answered, wdkmg as coolly as she couiid to the side of the car.

"You wants go downtown?" the cop snarled.

"Not I'm going the other way," Lyn replied.

"Don't get smart with me," the cop told her. He reached over and opened the door. "Get in," he directed.

She did as he told her and he started the car, driving east, the way she'd been going. "So," he said, "you don't want to go downtown? Must be a reason for it. Now, what could that be? Huh?

"Maybe there's something you wouldn't want me to find out about you? Huh? That it? You got some little secret, kid, you don't want me fnding id out about?"

Lyn said nothing.

"Yeah, Ill bet that's it," the policeman said.

"I'll bet you're a runaway." Again, Lyn said nothing The policeman drove for a few more blocks, then turnedinto a parking lot beside a darkened building and stopped. "You have any idea how much paperwork is involved with you runaways?" he asked.

Lyn shook her head.

"More than it's worth," he answered. '-So, if I trike you downtown, I'm gonna have to make it worthwhile." He looked at her. "You see that building over there?" When Lyn nodded, the man continued. "If I take you downtown, it's Gonna be for attempted burglary of that building. You want that?"

"No," Lyn admitted. "But you can't do that.

You can't just say that 1 tried to break into that place."

"Why not?" the policeman retorted. 'They'll believe me. They might not try you on that charge, but they'll hold you on it while they check to see if anybody anywhere else wants you." He reached under the seat and pulled out a crowbar and a pair of rough gloves. "They might even t~y you on that charge, with this evidence that you were trying to breds in."

Lyn gulped. He was threatening to fraune her for burglary. "I… I haven't done anything wrong," she protested. "Why are you picking on me?"

"Maybe it's because you've got something I i7 avant," the policeman answered.

"I… I don't have much money," Lyn stammered.

"Who said anything about money?" the policeman asked, leering at her.

Oh, no, Lyn thought. All of a sudden it was clear to her. He wanted to fuck her, she redized.

She had to let him screw her or her dad would lint out where she was, and everything would be ruined.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"A blow-job," the policeman replied.

The color drained from Lyn's face. That was even worse than she imagined. "I could report you, you know," she told him.

He grinned at her. "Unh-uh, honey. If you were straight, you'd have started screaming as soon as I got you in the car. You're not going anywhere near a cop unless you have to." He reached down and opened his trousers, then pulled his fat cock out.

"There's some reason you don't want to go downtown, honey, or you would've been screaming about your rights treaty. Now, you can either give me what 1 want, or I can take you downtown and find out what your stoq is.

"So mdke your mind up and fast. Either you suck me off, or I run you in and we check you out.

Lyn gulped. This was even worse than what the truck drivers had wanted. At least, with Roger and Ed, she had gotten a little pleasure out of the acts she'd had to perform; there would be none in this.

But she had to suck him off She couldn't stand it if she were returned to her father.

Then another thought struck her. If she were arrested, they'd examine her. They'd be able to tell that she'd had sex earlier. If they told her tither that, it would only confirm what ioyce had told him: He'd be sure that she was a prostitute.

"Ail right," she whimpered. "I n do what you wTmt. I… I just want to get to my uncle's, that s ate. But Ili do whit you want."

"Honey, you do what I want and you can do anything ele you feel like. lust as long as it s not in my town. And I~n be dropping you at the city iine to mdke sure you don't do anything else in my town." He Bdnned at her as he swung one leg up onto the seat and slouched in the comer of the seat. "Now, Ft started."

She started to obey, started to lean over him.

"No, donvn on your knees on the floorboard," he ordered. it was only after she had obeyed him that Lyn redized she didn't know what to do. "I… I Ye never dent this before," she murmured.

He laughed. "Sure, honey, you're a virgin, right?" Suddenly he was squeezing her chin in his hand. "Look, you little siut," he snarled, "you get your head down there and you iick my cock good and then you put it in your mouth find you suck me off. And you better do it right, or 1'11 run you in afterward. You undefitand me?

"Yes," Lyn whimpered as she leaned forward and grasped the root of his cock io her hand. She stuck her tongue out and ran it aion; the underside of his cock, sweeping the tip of her tongue from ' her hand up to the top of his cock.

The odor of his crotch was almost overpoweringly musky, but Lyn fought down her reaction to the smell as she worked her tongue up and down the i policeman's cock. Luckily, it wasn't the biggest oock she had ever encountered. Although it was fat, the cock was short. Willie had had three inches more in length and his cock had been almost as thick. If she'd been able to take Willie's cockj and she'd done so easily, Lyn knew she'd have no trouble taking the poiiceman's.

Her tongue slithered around the cock, curling to lick at the upper side and along the edges, when it wasn't sweeping up and down the underside.

"Yeah, honey, you're doing fine," the policeman moaned as Lyn swept her tongue steadily up and down the length of his cock. Then she concentrated her lewd action on the prdck-head.

She circled the knob slowly, flicking her tongue agiunst the siit at the end of the cock, or pressing it to the cleft in his coronat ridge.

"Hhhhhhhaaaa!" the ipoiiceman moaned as he reached down and tangled his fnFrs in her hair, holding her mouth against the end of his dick.

Lyn rubbed her lips across the bulbous tip of the poiiceman's cock, then let her teeth part, although her lips remained together. Slowly; salaciously, she forced her mouth over the mushroom-shaped head of the cock, then caught the shaft iightiy with her teeth, to prevent him from pushing more of his rod into her mouth at the moment.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it the spongy knob. At the same time, she worked one hand into his trousefi and started massaging his hairy balls.

"Daaaaammmmnnnnin the coafie-faced, beefy policeman mounted as Lyn used her fingefi and mouth agiunst his throbbing tool. "For somebody that doesn't know what they're doing, you're sucking cock like a pro."

His words didn't please her. She wasn't sure whether he meant them or not, but even if he did, she didn't like being referred to as a where.

"AAAAaaaahhhh!" he moaned as Lyn moved her jaw experimentally, making his cock-head dance about in her mouths Lyn had already resolved to do the best possible job she could, for she was afraid that if she didn't, he would follow through on his- threat to arrest her afterward. That would be more than she could stand-to suck him off for nothing.

Again and again she made his cock-head slither around in her iicentiousay sucking mouth, while her tongue continued to lick at the spongy knob.

The policeman reached down inside her sweatshirt, closing his hand over one of her tits: As Lyn continued to suck at his cock-head, he caressed her tit hafihly, his flngefi digging into the pliant mound of her tit. Lyn whimpered in pain, but that seemed only to drive him to squeeze her tit with even greiter force. The fifteen-year-old girl felt absolutely helpless.

Her list bet,- she knew, was to finish him in a hur y, so he would let hit go. After gulping in air around his cock, she started lowering her head around the stubby shaft.

Although she'd never given head before, Lyn could recall how Wince had fucked her in the mouth, arid she knew she had to duplicate the sawing motion on her own if she was going to bmng the Ponce man off. Her head bobbed slowly over his cock, her lips aitemating between a very loose rubbing and a tightness that squeezed the cock.

"Yeah, yeah, honey," he groaned, hunching his cock a litfde deeper into her sucking mouth. Lyn almost gagged, but manaFd to fight back the impu'ise. Ail of his cock was in her mouth, her iips were pressed against the metal teeth of his zipper.

Slowly at fifit, then with greater speed, she bobbed her head over his rod. Her knees hurt from being pressed to the grooved rubber of the floommat and he was squeezing her tit ar d the back of her neck as she sucked at his cock. Hit fungi stirred and massaged bits balls and she was glad he hadn't insisted that she suck on them. The odor that wafted up from inside his trousefi had convinced her that she couldn't stand to have her nostrils assailed any further they were being tortured now.

Suddenly, his hand tightened on her neck, holding her head over the full length of his cock.

Then he was spewing his hot, sticky, slightly salty am into her mouth. Lyn swiilowed fast and hard, not because she wanted to but because she knew she had to. lf she let any of his Jim escape her mouth, he might Ft mad enough to arrest her. rime after time, he spurted cam into her mouth and she gulped it down. Finally, he stopped cummmg and stumped back against the door, his hands relaxing on her body. Lyn continued sucking at his cock until he caught her hair and lifted her moutii from the deflating cock.

'-Okay kid, take off," he mumbled.

' How… how far is the city line?" Lyn asked as she opened the door ind backed out of the police car. She wonted to be on the other side of it before she started thumbing again.

'-Back there a couple of blocks," the policeman told her, jerking his thumb in the direction they had driven not so long before. "We're m the county now."

The son-of-a-bitch, Lyn thought to hefielf as she stumbled away from the car towards the elf of the parxing lot. He couldn't have arrested her.

As soon as she was out of sight of the car, Lyn dropped to her knees and vomited.

CHAPI'ER SIX

"Then these people gave me a ride to where you picked me up," Lyn finished, lying next to Frank in the bed. They were both smoking, something Lyn rarely did. But retelling the story of her adventures and abuses had made her nervous.

Frank sat up and swung his feet off the bed.

"Where're you going?" the girl asked.

''Into the other room," he answered. "I'll crash on the noor." ''No," she said, more stemly than she'd intended.

"Look," he said, turning to face her. "You've had a rough day, and you need a good night's sleep. You take the 'set, I'll be all right on the floor."

"Why don't you sleep here, too?" Lyn asked.

"Because," he replied, "I might wake up a little and forget who you are or what you've just told me and screw you."

"I don't mind," she assured him. "Really.

"Actually," Lyn continued, "I don't care. I'm not a virgin any longer. It doesn't matter whether I ~4 get screwed now or not."

"Yes, it does," Frank retorted. "It's your body, and you ought to decide who you want to have it."

He started to rise, but she caught his arm.

"Please," she whispered. "Stay with me.

I… I have nightmares if I'm by myself."

In the dim light, he could still see her eyes imploring him, so he swung himself back into the bed and slid his arms around her. Lyn clung to him, trembling, her trim, youthful body vibrating agiunst his. Despite himself, Frank wanted her more than he had when she'd fast stripped and exhibited herself to him.

Lyn seemed to sense that. She rubbed her fingertips along his jaw, then tilted his head so she could kiss him. Frank was the only person who had treated her decently and she felt safe with him, although she didn't know why.

When her mouth met his agiun, his arms tightened around her a tilde. The extra pressure wasn't enough to scare her, or to cause any pain, but it was enough to press her firm, jaunty tits to his chest. He let her work her tongue across his lips for a moment or so, then eased his own tongue forward to meet hers.

Their tongues danced against each other's as he stated caressing- her back. Gradually, he was caressing her from her shoulders to the tips of her thighs. They were on their sides and Lyn lifted one leg and draped it over his hip, giving him complete access to her cunt if he wanted it. Something had told her, as soon as she'd seen the look in his eye after taking off her sweatshirt, that this man was goir; to be different than the others she'd encountered.

The way he was treating her body was certainly different them the way the others had treated it.

Frank's fingertips brushed across her skin with a lightness that surprised her and made her tingle.

Before long, she was trembling even harder agnnst him and her mouth had become more demanding agiunst his. Her tongue had forced his to retreat and followed it and the two tongues were now writhing agunst his deep it. the recesses of his mouth. This kiss was 'more like those she had been used to bestowing than any she'd had all day.

There was still one difference between the way she was kissing Frank find the way she'd kissed other males with this intensity. When she had kissed other males, boys really, this way, they had usually been tabbing her cunt. Since she had started telling Frank what had happened to her, he had done nothing but caress her back, ass and the bach of her thighs.

Now he was changing that. But he wasn't reiacmng for her cunt, to her surprise. Instead, ~as fingers slithered over the inner surfaces of her thighs, stroking and caressing her until she moaned into his mouth and tore an arm from around him to reach for his cock.

Frank gasped as her finprs curled around the stifl barrel of his cock. "You that turned on?" he whispered as he moved his mouth to her throat.

Lot do you just want to pit over with?"

It wasn't a reproach, and Lyn didn't take it that way, but she released his cock and slid her hand over his flat belly and chest. "You take all the-time you want," she whispered to him as she ran the fingers of her other hand through his hair.

"I was planning to," he assured her. Still, he wormed his arm out from under her and moved the hand to her ripe tits. Again, he used just his fingertips, but it wasn't long before he, had her nipples haud and rising.

The way Frank was stroking her was causing her pussy to grow wetter by the moment. Frank was playing with her with more skill and Bnesse than anyone had ever shown, and Lyn groaned as she pulled his mouth up to fasten her lips to his once more.

His fingertips closed around a stiffened nipple and rolled it gently about at the end of her lush tit.

Lyn shivered and drove her tongue into his mouth, slipping it around his as artfully as she could.

Slowly, Frank brought his other hand up from her thighs to begin manipulating both of her nipples.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Lyn sighed as his mouth left hers again.

This time, he shifted and brought his hot lips to the heaving mounds of her tits. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she tried to direct his mouth to the stiff tips of her tits. Frank had other ideas, however, and, after nicking his tongue against the flinty spear, he continued working it against the rest-of the fimm mound.

"Ooooooohhhhh!" Lyn moaned, taming slight!y and throwing the leg that had been draped over him to the other side of the bed.

She arched her body, tilting her pelvis to make her cunt completely Kcessibb to his fingers. But Frank wasn't ready to take his hands from her tits.

He held them pn'dy, squeei~ing them so Ggh'dy that the pressure was almost unnoticeable. Lyn knew he was doing it, though, and she loved the feel.

This was how sex should be, she told herself as he licked at the deep cleavap between her quivering tits. Something that made your knees feel watery.

When she caught his cock this time, it was a signed to him that she wanted him to touch her more intimately. He grinned at her as he Gfted his head, then he ducked it and closed his Gps around a hard nipple As he dGd so, he slide a hand over her ripping belly and into her wet crotch.

Lyn gasped with delight when his fingers knowingly went direc'dy to her cGt. The tiny bud had ariready swollen and expanded from its biding place, but Frank's touch was so sure she knew the diit wooed expand even farther, that it worded reach full erectness. And soon. That was unusual.

Sometimes, when she'd been m a particularly heavy petting session, her cGtoris had reached full erect Iran after she had cam once and her date had continued to caress her twat. But to the best of her reconnection, she had never had it expand to its Gmits without cummmg fast.

Her hand was stir around his stiff cock, but she wasn't jerking on it amp;e way she w old have done with a boy. For one thing, he was no boy. For another thing, Lyn knew she was going to have his cock inside of her cunt before the night was over and she was discovering that she wanted that.

Therefore, she didn't want to risk having his cock go limp, as cocks-the cocks that she was familiar with at least-were apt to do after the Marie had cam. She scratched Ggh'dy at the underside of his cock and writhed under his expert mouth and knowing fingers.

"Hheeeee!" she hissed as Frank sucked more of her tit into his mouth and prodded her throbbing nipple with his tongue.

He was strumming his finger agiunst her clit while rubbing the rest of his hand against her wet pussy. Lyn's ass began to grind agrnnst the mattress and her knees Gfted a 'little as one prepared, instinctively, to welcome him into her twat.

So dose, she thought, I'm so chose to cummtng.

OhhhhhA, make me cam, Frank, please, make rKie n cam- Make me cam and then fuck me!

She would not, she knew, mind if he were to start fucking her right away. But she hoped he'd bring her off with his finger first. In the past few weeks, more and more often, after her dates had fingered her until she'd burst into orgasm, she'd wondered what it would be like to have them stick their locks into her cunt. Well, now she knew what it was Gke to be fucked, but she still wondered if the same feeling of desire to have her twat filled would flower in her upon completion of a good trigging.

His finger was curing around her cGt, stroking and nudging it in a way that had her hips rising and falling. Hei breath whjs'ded through her nostrils and the dug her nails into the muscles of his arm as he flicked his finger faster agrunst her swollen clit.

"Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!" the teenager cried as she started cumming.

Her ass snapped into the air and her thighs trembled violently as he made her cam stronger than anyone ever had in her Gfe. She pulled his mouth up and kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth salacioudy as hi drifted on the bed until his knees were between her spread thighs.

To her surprise, he made no move to fuck her.

His fingers continued to work aglunst her pussy and he pulled his mouth from hers and retained it to her tits, circling the unattended nipple with his tongue. But her tit didn't receive his oral attention for long.

Before Lyn quite knew what he was planning, he had rocked back to rest his ass*t his heels and his hands were going under her squirming ass, Gfting her midsection into the air. Then his mouth was on her engorged cunt-Gps and Lyn shuddered as he sucked at her heated gash whiie his thumbs brushed the swollen flesh of her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh!" Lyn moaned as Frank nuzzled his face in her crotch. "Oooohhhh! Eat me, Frank! Eeeeeatmeeeeee!"

His tongue dithered between the puffy Gps of her snatch. The tip of his tongue slithered over her erect cGt and Lyn jammed her cunt tighter to his face.

"Oooooooh!" she squealed as a man's tongue probed the interior of her pussy for the first tinne.

None of the boys she'd ever dated had even suggested that they'd have been willing to lick her cunt: lf they had, the might have given in to their pleas that she suck their cocks.

Frank's tongue moved up and down the slick length of her cuntai furrow as his hands kneaded the resident flesh of her bottom. Lyn strained to hold her thighs apart so he could eat her cunt with greater ease.

"Good," she mumbled, "sooooo goooodddddd!"

HGs tongue coded around her clit, sendjrig a new burst of sensation coursing through the fifteenyear-old girl. She rubbed her hot, drooling snatch against his face as he licked and kissed at her pussy.

Now she knew that the was going to want him to fuck her the way he was making her feel was so Dreat that the wouldn't be able to stand it if he didn't fill ha tender twat with his stiff cock.

He nipped at her cGt with his teeth, not really biting, but letting ha feel the pressure of his teeth.

Her ass wiggled in his big hands and she tugged his face claret to ha heated pussy as she drew her feet up until they were flat on the bed.

"aaahhh!" Lyn- moaned as he sucked eagerly at her swollen chit. Her whole awareness was centered in her crotch and she felt sexier than she ever had in her life. Even the first boy who'd finger-fucked her hadn't caused such turmoil within her body and mind. At the moment, she was on the verge of being enslaved by this man who was Gcking and sucking her cGt while massager g her trim ass. if you keep that up, the told him silently, i do anything you want. Anything it appeared as if he were going to keep it up. He sucked in a whole mouthful of her upper sr atch-cGt, cuntlips and ail-then worked his tongue agiunst the soggy flesh. Lyn's head rolled back and forth on live pillow and her thighs came together agiunst his head.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" she moaned as he pulled her hot cunt-fledh deeper into his lewdly sucking mouth.

Sounehow, he managed to get a thumb into her tvvat. It rode in and out, trigging her knowingly as he ate her cunt. Lyn's eyes were squeezed that and she gasped and moaned as he continued to work his mouth agiunst her gutting cunt.

Slowly, he pressed her legs back over her body, then raised her ass higher into the air. Ail of her weight was resting on her shouidefi, but the didn't care. She was too engrossed in what he was dmng and what he was going to do.

What he dGd was side his mouth along the hot wetness of her snatch until his mouth was over the dilated opening of ha cunt. Then his tongue was driving into her hole, thrusting into her twat as if it v see a cock.

"Aaaaiiileeee!" Lyn cried as Frank began fucking her with his tongue. She sctuirmed and rubbed her cunt against his face as he flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, sliding it as deep into her fuck-hole as he could, then swishing it around inside the recen'dy abused channel. Lyn sobbed with ecstasy as he tongue-fucked her twat.

Suddenly, she could stamd it no longer. She needed to have the emptiness in the depth of her twat filled, and the only thing that would fit her was his cock.

"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Oooohhhhh, Frisk! I need it, I need it! Give me your cock. Please!

Ohhhhhh! Fuckkkkk meeee! Fuwccckkk meeee!"

He lowered her ass to the bed and levered himself over her. She didn't care that his face was coated with the juice that had oozed out of her twat. As he lowered himself to her trembling body, her tongue licked at his face.

The head of his cock pressed between her cunt-lips and skidded along the wet channel of her snatch. Then it was lodging itself at the mouth of her cunt. Lyn snorted and pushed upward, tqing to get his cock into her fuck-hole.

"Are you sure?" Frank whispered, drawing back from her to keep just the head of his cock against her gash.

"Yes!" she almost sobbed. Her nails dug into his anns again. "Ohhhhh, yessssss! 1 want it!-'

He let this cock move forward. Lyn gasped and heaved her ass up hard to meet him as his massive cock started to intrude into her twat. Her hips tossed from side to side, for she wanted an of his prick in her as fast as she could get it there.

Frank seemed to sense how desperate she was. A sudden lunge buried his cock in her pussy and Lyn shuddered hard as the spongy knob slammed agiunst the opening of her cervix.

"Hhhhaaaa!" the giri cried out joyously as her twat was stretched and filled iri a manner more delicious than she had imagined it could be.

Frank seaied her mouth with his and thrust his tongue forward. Lyn immediately commenced to suck on it as he lowered himself to her writhing body. He managed to get his hands between their bodies and closed them over her tits im a way that let her nipples protrude between his fingers. As he flexed his hands, her erect nipples were squeezed, sending burst after burst of sensation coursing through her youthful body.

Slowly, he pulled his cock out of her twat until only the bulbous head was lodged within her box.

Lyn ground her ass against the finn mattress as Frank withdrew, then heaved her hips upward as she felt him slide his cock back into her hole.

When his cock was fully embedded in her cunt again, Frank ground his loins agiunst hers, pressing her clit with his pelvic bone. He knew he was getting to her by the extra suction she put on his tongue at that moment.

Keeping himself under control, which was difficult since it had been years since he'd had his cock in such a tight cunt, Frank swed the massive shaft in and out of Lyn's twat. For a girl who had lost her cherry less than twenty-four hours earlier, and under such circumstances as Lyn had lost hers, it was a remarkably astonishin; response he was getting from her. Each time his cock started to move into her twat, she hunched her cunt up to meet him, and she twisted her hips about as the ground her trim ass into the mattress as he slid his prick back out of her hole.

Despite the tightness of her twat, Frank had no trouble stroking his cock in and out of her hole.

The two cams he'd given her had wetted her snatch sufficiently that she could accept his dick without difficulty, and she did so. Indeed, she was accepting his cock with delirious rapture, glorying in the fact that she was actually fucking and enjoying it.

Her hands slid up and down his back, careresing him as she twisted her hips from side to side while he ran his cock in and out of her lush, teenage box.

Lyn was getting wetter and wetter by the second and, before long, each swing motion of his cock + was accompanied by a squishy sound.

She twisted her mouth free from his and tamed her head to the side in order to breathe. Framk licked at her ear: making her shudder harder under n him.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as her ass heaved up to nneet his inward-driving cock again. "I like 4 fucking you," she whispered. n "I'm kind of enjoying this myself," he replied. + Her legs, of their own volition, rose and wrapped n themselves around him, forcing his prick a little deeper into her pussy. Lyn was teaming that a good fuck, under the right circumstances, was even better than she had imagined it could be.! m going to wanr more of this she told herself. After f fnd Uncle Wayne [in going to keep in touch with Frank ffikefucianghim.

He worked his hands out from between their bodies and eased them under her, then flexed them agrunst the resilient mounds of her trim ass as he worked his cock in and out of her clinging twat.

Lyn rubbed her hard-tipped tits agiunst his chest and moaned lustily as he stroked in and out of her cunt, each thmst bringing her closer to another gut-wrenching cam. This cam would be the best she ever had, she told herself assuredly. Already, tee could feel the familiar stirrings in her cunt that fagnaied she was about to climax.

When it hit her, she samk her teeth into his arm to prevent herself from screaming, so good did the Dunn feel. Her twat clutched at his cock, tightening and loosening around it as the spasm pulsated down the length of her cunt-hole.

The feeling was more than Frank could endure.

Even before the first wave of her cam had passed, he was jetting his hot Jim into her pussy, his massive cock jumping about m the tightness of her twat as he spurted the hot gobs of sperm into her.

Lyn shuddered and snorted. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her nostrils flared out even more. She had never come like this before. Not so hard, or so good.

She went limp under him, her body shuddering fitfully from time to time. Frank was heavy upon her, but when he tried to move away from her, she refused to let him go. Her arms and legs held him in place until long after his cock had gone limp and slipped out of her twat. Even then, when he rolled to his ride, she turned with hnn, keeping her sweaty body pressed tigh'dy to his.

"Thank you. Ohhhhh, thank you," she whispered. "I'm so glad that I can still enjoy it after ail that happened."

He cradled her in one arm and stroked her body with his other hand. She was stir holding him when they went to sleep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lyn woke up the next morning and smeried breakfast cooking on the stove. Stretching, she wished she didn't have to leave. Now that she knew how much fun she could have screwing Frank, she wanted him again and again. Just then, he came into the bedroom carrying a tray.

"Hi," he said, "hope you like scrambled eggs, 'cause that's what you're getting."

"Is that ail I'm Filing?" she teased, as her eyes noted that his cock was stirring at the sight of her naked body spread in a revealing pose on the wrinkled sheets.

"You might get more than you're bargiuning for," he wamed her as he handed her the tray and removed his own plate from it.

"I'm not worried," she replied. As she ate, she asked him why he hadn't gone to work. It tamed out he was on vacation and had a week left of his time off.

"Do you know where Wythe Street is?" Lyn asked after the dishes had been cleared away.

"Yeah, right outside," he answered. "Why?"

''Yes," she whimpered; trying, unsuccessfully, to tear her eyes away from his. "Go ahead, think I'm a siut, but I can't help it. I liked screwing you last night. I know I'm not going to stop screwing and you're the only man I've screwed that I liked it with."

"Lyn," he whispered. "I've got to tell you something that might freak you out. But I used to screw your mother. When we were both kids. If I'd known last night you were my niece, I wouldn't have made a pass at you, I wouldn't even have let you undress in the same room with me.

''But 1 didn't know. I'm not sorry I fucked you.

And I won't be sorry if we fuck agiun."

She blinked, unable to believe what he was saying. Her uncle and her mother had screwed each other! And he was willing to fuck her again!

"You… you'd… really…?"

"Why not?" he replied. "There're only two things that we really know about each other:

You're my niece and I'm your uncle is one the other is that we've each given the other more pleasure than either of us has enjoyed with anybody else. Why shouldn't we ignore the fact that we're related and concentrate on the pleasure we can have with each other?

"Oh, we'll have to maintain am appearance of respectability," he went on. "Get an apartment with two bedrooms, so things'll look proper. I'll introduce you as my niece and we'll act correctly when we're in public. But what wi do when we're aione won't be anybody's business but ours.

He made sense. And she cowd teri he wanted to screw her. His cock was as stiff as any she'd ever seen.

"Do… do you mean it?" she whispered. his hind rose and traced the jaunty curve of her out thrust tit. "Yes, I think I want to have sex with you mane now than I did last night:"

Lyn squealed and threw her anns around him, seeking his mouth with hers. As soon as she embraced him, even as her lips were moving onto his, she threw herself backward, pulling him down on top of her. Frank sucked her pet want lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it as he brought his other hand up and closed it over her other tit.

This is heaven, Lyn thought. i've got a man who's going io take acre of me, give me a home, andfuck me ePery night. What erse could]askfor?

RePengef she answered herself. You cowed get ePen with Wylie and Joyee, with those we truck n dn'Pers and that policeman. ~f you could hurt them ar much as they hurt you, everything wowed be g perfect.

But. she reminded herself, there's no way i can gt even with Wiitie and Joyce without going oak to Lancaster. And if I do that, Daddy catch me and put me away. So I can 't get even with them.! .I probably couldn't get even with the others anyway. The girl let her thoughts of revenge fade from n her mind as her unde's hands roamed over her firm tits. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned against his mouth as he continued to nibble and suck at her lower lip.

Her tits were swelling and starting to ache in that pleasant way they did when she started getting excited: She eased her tongue out of her mouth and traced the outline of his upper lip v its it, then slid it back into ha mouth, only io poke it out a moment lata and flick it against his tongue.

Frank was on his side, half over her. He kept one hand on her tits, but the other hand, the one umder him, moved down her body it, an easy manna, just barely touching her- as it slid along hit ribs and belly, than moved through the thicket of hair at me base of her abdomen and eased itsdf into her snatch.

Both hands fluttered against her body in a way that made ha arch her back and purr with pleasure. "Jesus, Uncle Wayne en she sighed,

"how's you aer learn to be sudh a good lover?"

"Your motha taught me," he answered, his mouth woddng against the taut column of her throat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, someday I'm going to have to get you to te0 me so about thatch Lyn murmured.

"Not now," he said deity.

"No, not now," she agreed. "If you told me now, I might get jealous."

Frank chuckled. There's no need for you to be jealous of anybody, honeys You're betta-lookmg than your motha, and you're better in bed."

Lyn pulled his mouth up and kissed him savagely as he worked his fingefi agiunst her clitoris. She was already wet and aching for the feel of his massive cock inside her cunt. Frank was hung better than Willie, Ed, or Roger had been, but she had accommodated him easily the night before and knew she could take him now without trouble.

She reached down and caught his stiff cock in her hand, then maneuvered until she could angle the head of his cock into the upper part of her pussy. As she rubbed the bulbous head of his cock agiunst her swollen clit, Lyn fenced her tongue against his in the recesses of his mouth. it didn't take her long to discover that she could hook the heavy ridge at the back of his cock-head aginnst her clit as she was moving the cock back and forth, or that that added greatly to the thrills that were coursing through her body. Her pussy was leaking and she was afraid that he might object to the odor. Then she stopped herselfewith a giggle. , He had certainly not objected to the odor last n night when he had eaten her out. Did he going to eat me again? she asked herself.

After cumming in me iast night? Thin she remembered that, last night when he had eaten her, he'd known that Ed and Roger had fucked her a few hours earlier.

The thought of that made her skin crawl. Frank must have sensed something different about her, for he lifted his head and looked her in the eye.

"What's the matter, honey?"

"I…I just thought of those men yesterday.

Could… could I get a shower before we have sex?

I'd like to wash all that memory off of me. You know, feel fresh when we start."

"Sure," he answered. Then, before she knew: vhat he was going to do, he we scooping her up in his arms and lifting her off the bed, starting io; carry her across the bedroom.

"Frank? What're you going to do?"

"Take a shower with you," he said matter of-factly, as if it were a common occurrence. Well, maybe it was. She'd read a couple of books that had a lot about sex in them and the people in them had always been taking showers together.

He set her on her feet in the stall and adjusted the water, then dug out a shower cap for her from the cabinet under the sink. She wanted to ok who the cap belonged to, but didn't, for she reab~ed it didn't matter. Whoever had owned the shower cap was no longer part of his ate. Lyn adjusted the cap art waited g he soaped a cloth and turned to her.

Rising on tiptoes, she pressed her wet body to his and kissed him deeply while he started soaping her back. He covered her from her shoulders to the uredacurve of her gs, even wghing the crack b tween the firm, saucy mounds. Lyn rubbed her tits agiunst his chest and made his hard cock roll between their bellies g she sucked on his tongue.

She had never imagined that having sonnebody give her a bath could be sexually exciting, but sharing the shower with Frank was getting her turned on good.

Rinsing out the cloth, he reshaped it and washed her arms while his eyes roamed over her body. For the flit time in her iife, Lyn was glad that she was built the way she was. She had always been abundantly developed, ever since she'd been eleven and started getting tits. It had unnerved her, at times, the way men had looked at her with lust in their eyes, but now she was glad she could put that kind of look there. As long as it was Frank looking at her, she wanted to be as sexy as she could.

Slowly, ignoring her tits, he washed her torso.

Agiun he rinsed the cloth and reshaped it. Then he dropped to his knees before her and started washing her legs. Down one leg from the thigh to the foot he went. Then he lifted her foot and washed it while she rested a hand on his head to steady hefielf as he washed her foot carefully.

Only after he had scrubbed both of her legs did he rise and retain his attention to her tits. He worked up a good lather on them and tossed the cloth away, then started massaging her full tits with his hands. Lyn kissed him again, puiiing his n mouth down to heft as he worked his fingers agiunst the out thrust mounds, then slid them down until he had her stiffened nipples in his fingers and 'r was tugging at them as he rolled them about.

She was breathing hard as he pulled away from her and dropped to his knees again. Picking up the cloth, he started washing her cunt. She let her hips C'4 swing to and fro as he rubbed the soapy cloth n between the full thighs.

'Oooohhhh!" she moaned as desire rose n higher and higher in her.

He moved around behind her and let the water vrash the suds from her front, then turnedher to rinse her back. Agiun, she rose on tiptoes to Wss him. He dropped one hamd and worked it agiunst her hot pussy until she thought she was going to scream, so strong was her desire to have his cock filling her twat.

"Frank, Frank," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me so muih I cim't stand it. I can't wait.

Stretch me out on the floor and give it to me.

Please! Frank, I've got to have you im me."

"I can do better than that," he told her. Before she could ask him what he meant, he bent at the knees and caught her by the ass, then rose, lifting her high in the air.

"Ooohh!" Lyn sq;ueaied as she felt his cock nudging into her cunt.

She swung her ass out a little and then brought it back until the cock-head was at the entrimce to her cunt. "Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned as she started sinWng down around his rant pant cock.

Her legs ditched at his hips and she tightened her arms around hun. Frank turnedoff the water and opened the shower, then stepped out of the dall. Lyn gulped as the motion made his cock ride up into her cunt farther.

Slowly, he walked out of the bathroom and across the living room. Lyn cluing to him and marveled at how easily he was carrying her. Not only that, but how sexy it was to be carried the way he was carrying her. Every time he took a dep, his cock rode down, then back up inside of her fuck-hole.

She was kissing him like crazy when he reached the bed and went into it on his knees. Slowly, he lowered her to her back and came down over her without missing a stroke of his wonderfully thick cock into her cumt-hote.

Frank worked his hands out from under her sctuirming ass and pushed himself up until his arms were straight. The new position pressed his weight into her snatch and Lyn wiggled lasciviously, rubbing her spread pussy agifinst his crotch. His hips moved effortlessly, sliding his cock in and out of her clmdng twat at a steady tempo.

Her eyes fluttered open and she bated a hand, brushing her fingertips over his cheek. "I just love it," she munnured.

"What? Fucking?"

"Fucking you," she amended.

He lowered himself to his elbows and closed his hands over her heaving tits, then ducked his head and kissed her. The tempo with which he was en feeding his cock to her hungry cunt increased and n Lyn worked her hips more wantonly around under Ln his as she started racing him to see who was going en to cam fifit.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned under his demanding mouth. He tweaked her nipples and roried the puffy spheres about. Lyn raked at his e; back with her nails and beat a tattoo on his calves en with her heels as she fucked him back as lewdly as he was fucking her. She was on the verge of cummmg. Her stomach was nuttering as she heaved her trim ass up to meet the descent of his thick cock into her tight twat.

From the heaviness of his breathing, Lyn knew Frank couldn't be far behind her.

She wanted him to cam at the shame time she did. Lyn still believed the myth that mutual orgasm was better them her cumming before or after Frank had gotten his gun. She ground her wet pussy agiunst his loims, no longer ashamed of the sctuishy sounds that filled the small bedroom as his cock rode steadily in and out of her cunt-hole.

Suddenly, he froze. His cock jumped inside of her md then he was spurting his Jim into the depths of her fuck-hole. Lyn cried out agiunst his mouth as she started cummmg hefielf. Their fluids combined and oozed out of her tw'at, trickling down the crack of her ass to puddle under her sctuimmimg buttocks.

Frank conapsed over her as she let her legs fall away from his hips. They lay there, mouths pressed together, breathing through their nostrils as their bodies shuddered.

"Thank you," Lyn whispered when they had finally regained control of themselves and separated.

"For what?" he asked.

"Teaching me that sex is good, not like the way it was with those other men."

"It'n get better, I promise you," he replied.

Lyn didn't know how it could, but she believed him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lyr: was smiling to herself as she moved down the sliest. Her hand went up to her head and touched her hair and she wondered how Frank was going to react to the new style. A few hours earlier, her new girl friend, Connie Rizzillo, had cut her shoulder-lenr5th hair into a tight cap, close across her forehead and fringed along the side of her face.

Connie's father worked in the slime shop that Framk did. Lyn thought it funny that both Frank and her father were in electronics, but it didn't bother her. Framk was a repauman on real technical stuff her father was a salesman. And Frisk talked to her about his work her father hadn't.

Brocton was great. Everybody accepted bet and amp;ought it was great that Framk had something to occupy his time when he wasn't at work.

Apparently, he had been drmWng a lot before she'd shown up now he restricted himself to one, at the most two, beers-a night. The landlady had even agreed to let Frisk move out before his lease was up because he had to get a two bedroom sty apartment. Everybody thought he was sleeping on the bving-room couch.

Her tits bounced freely under her tank top and her legs made her short skirt swish as she strode down the street. She didn't know why she was going back to the apartment it was the night Frank worked late. But Connie had had- a date and Lyn had left her getting ready for it.

That was something she was going to hays to talk to Fank about-dating. She had told Connie she'd had a thing going with a guy at home and was waiting to see if he was going to write to her. When he didn't, Connie was going to start trying to fix her up wi amp; guys. It would look funny if she didn't start going out with guys her age. She hoped Frank would understand amp;at she didn't want to, but that she felt she had to, in order to keep people from wondering about her and him.

Lyn was so engrossed in her thoughts amp;at she didn't notice the man hurrying after her until he was beside her. Then, suddenly, he had her hand in his in a way amp;at caused pain to shoot through her, plan so severe that she couldn't even cry out.

"I was beginning to think Harry Babne was mistaken when he said he saw you up here," her father said. He steered her around the corner and down the block. "Now, I'm glad I drove up here and hung around an day. You just walk along casually, and I won't hurt you. You give me any trouble and you'd be sorry."

She choked back a sob and tried to say sobering. but he made amp;e pain increase. "No noise out of you, understand?" Dumbly, her eyes fined with tears, amp;e girl nodded. i'~aiifway down the block was a motel. Her father steered her into the driveway and amp;en into a room. Outside, there was a roar of traffic and Lyn realized amp;ey were adjacent to amp;e main highway.

Once the door was closed and locked, her father released her hand, spun her around and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble. ъ'Daddy!" Lyn protested. He had never struck her before.

"Shut up, where," he snarled as his hand slapped her oner cheek. She opened her mouth as if to scream and he slainmed a fist into her stomach, doubiing her over. Whiiie she was retching and trying to get her bees amp;, he folded a handkerchief and jammed it into her mouth, then puked it back and tied it tightly behind her head, gagging her effectively. ъ'I didn't think anyone would hear you if you screamed," he said, smiling cruelly, ъ'but, why take + chances?" n She looked at him wi amp; bewildered eyes. ъ'Strfp," he ordered.

Lyn backed away from him. He looked bke her n father, but amp;ere was an expression on his face amp;at she had never seen before, an expression amp;at scared her. She shook her head and looked at him 4 wi amp; pleading nn her eyes. n "Strip," he repeated.

When she made no move to obey, he waiiked up n to her. Lyn retreated until he had her in a corner -of of the room. Smiiing the unfamiliar Mae, he reached his hand out slowly and rested it on her shoulder. Still smiiiing, he moved his hand along her shoulder, then dug his thumb into her flesh. The pain was so severe that she rose to her tiptoes in response. ъ-I can hurt you, where, hurt you very badly," he told her. "I haven't ready done anything but show you a sample of what I can do. Or maybe you forgot I was a commando?"

Lyn had forgotten.

"Now," her father said, still speaking softly.

"You will do as I tell you, or I will hurt you. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. Strip!"

She whimpered behind the gag but caught the bottom of the tank top and tugged, reversing it as she pulled it upward. In a moment, she had it over her head and dropped it to the floor.

"Go ahead," her father ordered, his eyes not leaving hers.

There was an iciness in his voice that scared her.

For the first bins, Lyn knew that she had to accept the fact that he might be cazy. Numbly, fearful of what was going to happen after she'd obeyed him, but just as fearful of what would happen if she didn't, she undid the button and zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fail to her feet.

"Keep going," he said im the same cold voice.

Lyn's eyes were filled with tears, but she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pushed them down from her hips until they, too, fell to the floor.

He moved toter than she wouiid have thought it possible for a man his age to move. Before she knew it, he had her arm behind her back and was forcing her to waiik across the room.

"I don't know who you're shacked up with up here, slut," he told her. "And I don't care. Maybe you've gotten yourself a pimp, maybe you're selGng it on your own. Hell, you might be giving it away.

"But, you're my daughter find I'm not going to stand for it. I tried to give you a good Gfe and you took advantage of me. So I'm going to teach you a lesson you'd never forget."

Suddenly, he was seated and drag; trig her across his lap. Lyn's feet fdaiiled as she realized his intention. An he did wu increue the pressure on her arm and say: "Stop kicking." The pain im her shoulder wu so severe that she obeyed.

Whihhhaaaapppp!

His hand slammed onto her bare buttock, seniing pain courFang through her body.

"Nnngii.oghhhh!" Lyn screamed, the gag muffing the sound.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" he asped. "Think how I felt when I found out you were a where. I promised myself when I heard that that- I was going to hurt you u much u you hurt me."

Whhhhaaaapppp!

His hand 1 iisnded on the other us cheek, stinging, making her kick involuntadliy.

Agilun and agiun he swung his beefy hand, raining blows on her naked us unto it was red all over and stonging Gke crazy. Lyn had given up trying to get away, had tried to deaden her mind to the assault. She had been only partiany successful, but she had found an inner strength that she Hahn' known she possessed. i'Z/ get out of thu, she vowed, somehow! get out of thins.

He twisted her arm, bringing her back to her feet. Slowly, with the strange expression even more pronounced on his face, he swtmg his hand and slashed his palm across her nipple. Lyn jumped, teaming, to her distress, that any motion on her part only added to the pain in her shoulder.

"See," he said, "you can't do anything but hurt.

If you stand still, it won't hurt u bad. And there won't be any chance of any real injury. You keep jumping around like that, and you might dislocate your shoulder."

Lyn gulped and stood there, trying not to feel ohe pain u he closed his hand over an out thrust tit and twisted it harshiiy, making her knees buckle.

He caught the other hand and twisted it, then pushed her away.

"Don't move," he snarled at her as he got up and took off his jacket.

From the inside pocket, he withdrew an important-looking document. "This is my will," he told her u he stood over her. "Under it, you'd get elrerything I own. Tomorrow, I'n change that. I'll leave you a single toner and Joyce will get the rest."

If she hadn't been gagged, Lyn would have told him he could do whatever he wanted with what he owned, that so she wanted to do was get away from him and never see him again. But she was scared to try removing the gag. If she did, he'd really hurt her.

He rose and stripped off his shirt, then pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers. She cowered atiunst the wall as he stood over her, the belt dangling.

Swwwiiisssshhhh!

The belt swooped through the air and slashed across her tits. Lyn's body arched involuntarily.

Crack!

The next blow caught her on the haunch. She hopped to her feet and tried to get away from him.

Swwwwiiiisssshhhh!

Again he struck her tits. Lynn fell to her knees and made a praying gesture with her hands. He just shook his head and struck her on the still-smarting buns.

"Begging won't do you any good," he told her, flicking the belt in such a way that the end curled between her thighs and smashed into her cunt.

All she could do was hope he'd tire of beating her before she passed out with pain. That, and think of how good it had been with Frank, how gentle he had been with her. Her father was hurting her more than Millie had and she felt more humiliated by this beating. Willie was just a cheap hoodlum. This was her father.

He seemed to know exactly what he was doing vith the belt as he flicked and slashed it at her body. Not one of the blows was hard enough to raise welts, but each bins the belt landed, it sent pain racing through her tortured young body. He seemed to like it when she writhed and twisted in her attempts to avoid being hit on the more sensible parts of her body, and he usually caused the belt-tip to strike her on her his or cunt.

Suddenly, he dropped the belt, reached down and yanked her to her feet. His hands closed over her his and he sodueezed them again, hurbng her the way he twisted the resilient flesh of the jaunty mounds. With a hard shove, he threw her backward across the bed.

Before she could comprehend what was going to happen, he had opened his tresses and thrust them and his shorts down. Lyn threw up her hands to ward him off as she realized his intentions. ъ it did no good. He shoved her hands aside as if they were nothing as he fell on her. She writhed and twisted, trying to get away from him but atl he did was laugh.

"What's the matter, getbng squeamish? Maybe you want ytour money fist?" he taunted. "Well, this is one fuck you've already gotten paid for. All the money I've spent on you, 1 figure I'm entitled to a little of your ass."

Lyn tried to claw at him, but he caught her hands and stretched them above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one large hand. Slowly, lewdly, he began caressing her lush body with the other hand, rubbing it over her his and thighs, which he was holding apart with his hips.

"How much were you getbng a trickni' he demanded. "Fifty, a hundred deltas? Or were you taking whatever you could get?

"You know," he mused as he forced his hand – between her thighs and began stroking her curlt, ~Tn set you could get a hundred dollars. Yeah, to bet there're plenty of men that'd pay a hundred dollars for a shot at this pussy of your."

Her twat was dry but he drove two tinges into it as deep as he could. Lyn's flesh seemed to crawl as he sawed his finFrs in and out of her dry cunt, his nails scratching at the delicate membranes.

"Nnnnggghhhh!" Lyn moaned from behind the gag. He looked at her and leered as he ducked his head and started biting at her tits. "Yeah, i it bet there're plenty of guys that'd pay a hundred dollars to be getting a piece of your ass."

From the way he was moving his legs, she knew he was kicking his trousers and shorts off. He's amp;oing to fuek me! the astonished Siri thought. My n own father is going to fuck met His teeth were savap on her already abused his, sucking hard at them when he wasn't biting them.

He made no move to touch her clit, just jammed his fingers in and out of her dig cuntbole as he bit and chevied on her tits while she turnedher head and cried steadily.

Co ahead and get it over witA, she silently begged. i know i ean't-stop you. You're stronger than i am and you've already beaters me so mueh] can 't hwt any more. Just get it oPer with and ~eePe ~7 mf a~one.

She could feel his stiff cock resbng against her thigh. It was nowhere near as big as Frank's, but she knew it would hurt if he rammed his cock into her before her cunt was wet enough.

That was what it seemed he wits going to do. He was drawing his bmgers out of her twat, grabbing his cock and guiding the head of it to the dilated opening of her snatch. Brutally, he slammed forward, driving his eock into her cunt. Lyn bucked from pain and he grinned down at her as he ground his loins into her snatch.

"Let's see if you're worth a hundred dollars, where," he rasped. 'iYou better be. You better I ive me a good fuck or In teach you a few more lessons. I've got so the bins I want. I'm going to keep you here unbid I think I've gotten my money's worth from you."

You bastard, Lyn thought as he drove his cock into her cunt agiun and again. it's not enough that yours raping met you want me to reaet to he~p make It betterforyou.

At rst, she wasn't going to do a thing. Then slit decided that it might be better if she responded, if she d d as he wanted. The scarier he was finished with her, the sooner she might be allowed to leave.

The next bins he thrust forward, she heaved her ass up to meet his incoming cock. "Yeah," he grunted, twisting her his c uelly as he drove his eock into her cunt again: "Yeah, that's it, you little stat, fuck me back. Let me see how you earned that money Joyce found hidden in your room."

Lyn had hoped that Joyce and Wiilie might have been content to merely drive her away from home.

But she realized that they couldn't have known she was gone anal after they'd told her father the lie they had made up about her and he had gone to confront her.

His cock was dragging across her clit each time he thrust into her cunt. Whether it was that, or her neacaon to his strokes in her effort to please him so he'd let her go, Lyn found that hit cunt was getbng wetter and wetter with each thrust of hus stiff cock into her hole.

"You really are a where, aren't you?" he asked, chuckling. "You just love getting screwed, don't you?"

Lyn shook her head violently, but he snickered.

' You can't fool me, bitch. 1 can feel your little pussy getting wet. That only happens when you're digging it."

Lyn knew better. She had asked Frank about why she had reacted to what Joyce and Willie had done to her and he'd explained that her body could react to something her mind found distasteful. Her body had no way of knowing that she didn't want this to be happening. it lust knew that it was being stimulated in a certain way and reacting accordingly.

Her father was fucking her harder, still twisting and abusing her his as he drove his cock into her cunt with all his might: He would draw his cock out slowly, anal she thought he was going to pull all the way out of her snatch, then he'd slam it ~g back into bet fuck-hole with all the strength he could muster.

The room filled with a slap slap-slap as he drove his prick into his daughters open snatch. Tears were streaming down her face as he squeezed her tits harshly, or pinched violently at her swollen nipples. If he wasn t using his hands to torment her tits, he was using his mouth, biting or sucking on her long nipples unto Lyn filt faint from the pain.

All at once he yanked his cock from within her cunt. Sperm shot from the end of it and spattered agrunst her skin, job after gob hitting the undersides of her tits or landing on her belly.

Thank God it was over, Lyn thought, starting to sit up. He backhanded her hard enough to drive her against the mattrefi agun. I didn t tAl you to move, he snarled. With a wicked grin on his face, he reached to the floor and picked up the belt again.

Suddenly, he caught her by the feet. Before she could resist, he had flipped her over onto her belly.

Swwwwwiilsssshhhh!

The belt cracked against her buttocks and Lyn tried to scoot forward to escape the next blow: But her father still had hold of one foot and held her where she was as he swtmg his arm again and again, laying the soft leather on Srst one ass cheek, then the other Occasionally, he d vary his aim and slash the belt between her legs. The tormented fifteen-yearold girl tried to bring her thighs together to avoid having her cunt abused any more than it had been, but he prevented that and smashed the belt into her pussy each time she tried until she got the message: If she didn t want him hitting her cunt constantly, she had to allow him that target when he wanted to strike it.

I will fix you you bastard' Lyn Swore. I don't know how but! I'll get even with you for this I don't care what lies Joyce and Willie told you there's no excuse for you treating your daughter this way you're just a sadistic son-of-bitch that's all you are.

He lashed the tender inner surfaces of her thighs, making her twist and squirm even more. But she couldn't escape the iron grip with which he was holding her ankle.

Then her father did something that was even more depraved than anything he had done before.

He flipped her onto her back again and sat astride her, his cock resting in the deep cleavage of her tits. By pushing her firm tits together, he was able to hold his cock there and he began hunching back and forth, sliding the slick cock up and down the tunnel he had formed of her generous tits.

As her father fucked her between the tits, he pinched and pulled at her nipples, squeezing them with greater force then before. Then he held her tits together with one hand and reached back with the other. His fingers caught her clitoris and squeezed it so hard that Lyn s aft shot into the air and she drummed her heels on the bed. God, she had never known that anything could hurt so much!

Faster and faster she was fucked between the tits. It seemed the ultimate degradation to her. To be fucked as she was. It was certainly proof that he was just using her for his own pleasure, that any feelings he might have had about her were long gone.

"Hhhhhhaaaaaa! he cried.

Jim shot out of his cock and splattered on her face. Her father grabbed his cock and aimed the stream of come into her gagged mouth, making her shudder as the ropy strands landed on her lips and teeth. Her father was grinning cruelly as he realized she hated what he was doing to her.

I'd like to get off in your mouth, whore, he said, his voice as cold as it had been since he'd forced her into the room. But you might bite me.

I would, too, Lyn swore. If I ever get a chance. I'll bite your fucking cock off.

He moved away from her body, caught her ankles and turned her over again. Then his hand were on her sore buttocks, pushing the firm cheeks away from each other. What was he going to do now? Lyn asked herself.

All at once, she knew. He was going to fuck her in the ass hole! He was going to do to her what Willie had threatened to do! She made a desperate effort to get away from him, but he slammed a fist into her side and knocked the wind out of her.

Her body was limp as he lifted her hips high in the air and shoved her legs under her, so her buttocks gets elevated. She was start trying to get her breath back when he spread the cheeks of her ass agiun and crawled on his knees behind her.

Nnnoooo! Lyn pleaded as she felt the head of his cock press between her firm buttocks. Her plea were ignored and she cringed as she felt her father press his cock-head to the puckered hole of her shitter.

His other hand went under her, clutching her tightly. He used one hand to hold his cock in place as he pushed forward and the other arm dragged at her body, trying to pull her asshole onto his cock.

Lyn wiggled her butt frantic any an effort to prevent her father's dick from entering her asshole.

Then he grabbed her cunt-mound and clit and squeezed as hard as he could. Involuntarily, Lyn hunched backward to get away from the pain.

"Aaaaahhhhh! he cried as the spongy head of his cock forced itself into her asshole. it felt as if he was going to split her in half. the pain she had felt before was nothing compared to what she felt as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her ass hole. She was no longer able to move, no longer able to do anything but sob brokenly as her father forced his cock into the tightness of her virgin shitter.

He was still squeezing her upper cunt and now he reached the other hand under her and caught a dangling tit, then started digging his fingers into it.

When Frank squeezed her tits, Lyn liked it, but Frank didn't try to hurt her. Her father was doing his utmost to make this the most agonizing experience she had ever had.

"What the hell are you carrying on so far?" he demanded. "Don't try to tell me that you've never had a cock up your bung-hole before."

Lyn knew he woouldn't believe her, but she nodded her head violently andyway.

"Well, shit, you mean I am getting one of your cherries?" he chortled. "Didn't think you had any left, whore."

His cock sawed in and out of her ass with such force that he dragged her asshole out of shape each time he pulled back. His nails raked her dagling tits and clawed at her cunt and Lyn sobbed in despair, sure that she wuld nerer want sex with anyone again. Then Frank wouldn't want to keep her around and there would be no place for her to go. At that moment, if shw could have died, she;d have done so willingly.

She lost track of time. All that existed ws the terrible pain in her body and the awful sawing of her father's stiff cock in and out of her abused asshole. She knew, form her experience with Frank, that it would be a long time before he could cum again and shw was certain that her would batter and ream her asshole until he did coum again.

He was huffing nad wheezing, but showing no signs of ceasing his terrible rape of her ass. Lyn bowed her head and let him have his way with her, since there was nothing shw could do to prevent, or avoid, the slick cock from running in and out of her tormented asshole.

I'll fix you, you bastard, shw swore to her self. I'll make you sorry that you're doing this to me.

His belly slammed into ehr upturned buttcocks each time he drove his cock into her shitter. Then, without warning, he stiffened. "Uunnnnhhh! Uuuuunnnhhhh!" he gasped in a tortured voice.

To her surprise, his cock pulled out of her asshole. Then she heard a dull thump. For a moment she stayed as she was, sure that it was some sort of trick. Then shw heard a eeak voice call: "Help me, baby."

She turned around and looked at her father, who was on his back on the floor, his face ashy and his hands clutching his chest.

"Heart…" he gasped. "I…I'm having… a heart… attack. Help me."

"Why?" she asked coldly. She crawled off the bed and went to the corner, where she picked up her clothes and started to dress again.

"I'm your father," he groaned, trying to lift his head to see what she was doing.

"You're the man that just beat me and raped me,"she replied.

She walked over to the chair where he'd dropped his jacked and picked up the will he'd shown her, then stuck it in her skirt, under the tanktip. God, she thought, he looks like he's going to die. And I hope he does.

"Don't le… leave me," he pleaded.

She stood over him, watching his face lose color.

He was making pawing motions at her, as if urging her to go for help. Gradually, the waving hand dropped to the floor and the heaving of his chest subsided.

Lyn waited a couple more minutes before easing the door open and slipping out of the room.

"Where've you been?" Frank asked as Lyn entered the apartment.

"Oh, Frank, it ws terrible!" she cried, running to him and throwing her arms around him as shw broke into tears.

"Hey, honey, what's the matter?" he asked, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair. "What happened?"

"Daddy. He… he dragged me into his motel and wh.. whipped me… and.. and… then he raped me and.. he fucked me in the ass, Frank!" she wailed.

"I'll kill him, " frank swore angrily. He led her to a chair and seated her. "Where is this motel? I'll go voer there and whip him, let him see what it's like."

"I… I think he's dead," Lyn sobbed.

"What? Lyn, what did you do?"

"Nothing!" she cried, then subsided into a fit of hiccupping. When she had finally regained her composure, she recounted the entire story to him, ending with: "And then I came over here and used the phone at the end of the streeto to call the police and tell them where to find him.

"Would you go over there and see if he's really dead? I'm scared somebody might have seen me leaving and would recognize me."

"Sure, honey, I'll go," Frank assured her. "Will you be okay?"

She nodded. "I… I'm okay now. I just want to get into a hot tub and see if I can soak the aches out. Where he hurt me."

She was still in to tub when Frank returened. Even before he siad anythign, she read the expressingon his face and knew that her father was dead.

"The policeman I tallked to said they got an anonymous tip but that he was dead when they got there. They're not going to look for whoever it was that called, " he added. "They were taking him away as I got there."

Lyn smiled, hoping that he wouldn't think her unfeeling. But whatever feelings she might have had for her father had disappeared when he'd started hurting her, and the fact that he had raped her and made sure that any good feelings she might have had for him wouldn't return.

"What're you goign to do now? he asked her as she stepped form the tub. He took a large towel and wrapped it around her, then began stroking her lightly as he dried the water form her dody.

"I guess I have to go back to Pennsylvania and prove that I'm his heir," she said. "And see if I can't get Joyce out of the house."

"How can you do that?"

She shook her head. "I have his will and I inherit all of what he had. But I don't know what a court will do about Joyce. I mean, shw was marred to him. They might say I have to live with her until I'm old enough."

"Maybe I can help you do something about that. I mean, I am your uncle. That might make them appoint me as your gu arrdian. And we might be able to do something about your stepmother and her brother, too."

How?" Lyn squealed. "Oh, it'd be so great if we could!"

"She won't move out of the house after she finds out your father is dead?"

"No way," she said. "Why should she? She doesn't knoew where I am, she has no way of knowing that I know he's dead. She'll think that she owns the house now. We'd have to get a court order to get her out of the house after we got the will in court to prove that I ownit."

"Maybe we can do better than that," Frank suggested. "Do you think her brother will be there?"

"He hung around all the time," Lyn admitted. "He's probably fucking her now. And I'll bet as soon as they find out my father is dead, he moves tight in with her, starts sleeping in his bed."

"not finished," Lyn replied.

"but there is space above the bedroom?" he asked. "Space that we could get into and move around?"

"Yes," she admitted. "Why?"

"Well…" he explained. By the time he ws finished, Lyn was clappin her hands, unconcerned that her enthusiastic gestures had loosened the towel to the point that it fell to her feet as she stood up.

"Oh, I hope it works!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him.

"I'll need a couple of days before we can leave," he explained.

"That'll give then time to feel safe. They'll think I'm not going to come back, and people won't be coming by to offer condolences."

"Okay, Friday we'll leave here.:"

"Good," Lyn replied. "Knowing Joyce, she won't let being a new widow stop her from going out on Saturday night. We can get into the attic thatne and be set up."

"If they don't leave the light on, we might have to wait for a while," Frank reminded her.

"I'll be we don't have to wait long. If they don't leave the light on Saturday night, I'll bet they fuck on Sunday morning."

Frank gave her a funny llok.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"How do you feel about fucking?" he asked.

"I… I don't knoew," she confessed. "When he was raping me, I was sure I'd never want a man to touch me again. Now that I'm safe and I know he can't hurt me any more, I don't knoew."

"Do you…"

"…want to find out?" she finished for him.

"I… I guess I ought to. To be fair to you."

"No, to be fair to yourself," he answered.

She smiled at him in thanks. "Is it too early to go to bed?" she asked.

"Not at all," he answered, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the other room.

Lyn wanted to be able to enjoy it. In the week she had been with Frank, she had learned to love the feel of his cock probing deep into her cunt. He had taught her to enjoy fuckingm no matter what position she was in. Indeed, she had even enjoyed it when he had doubled her legs over her and fucked her that way. It had been nothing like it had been when Willie had fucked her that way.

Still, although she wanted to enjoy sex with Frank, Lyn went taut when his hands first touched her body. He sensed the fear in her and kept his hands still, holding her against him. Gradually, she relaxed and let him kiss her. But when he moved his had, she wen stiff again.

He pulled away from her and satup, then smiled. "I have an idea," he told the anxious fifteen-year-old, who was fighting back tears of disappointment. "Be right back."

When he returned, he had undressed and he was carrying something. Lyn looked at the device and then smiled. It was an electric massager, the type that fitted to the had.

"Got this four, no, five years ago, when I had a badly pulled muscle," Frank said as he pluged the massager in and sat on the edge of the bed."Guarantee it'll take all the stiffness out of you."

The massager purred reassuringly as Frank picked up one of her feet and applied the vibrating belt to the sole. As she grew used to the feel of the machin, Lyn lay back and waited to see if her uncle was right, if the massager would take all the stifffness out of her.

After he had done her feet and calves, Frank moved the massager to her thigh. The steady vibration of the belf started making Lyn's nerves tingle and the tingles spread up ward. Slowly, an itch begaan to develop in her cunt.

She closed her eyes, luxuriation in the knowledge that Frank cared enough about her to go to this much effort. It was great sensation, having her nerves danced upon as the machine was doing.

Frank moved form her thigh to ehr belly and aross it. When the vibrationg belt passed over her cunt-mound, Lyn gasped and a tremor coursed through her body. Frank smiled at the ggirl and moved his hand highr, skirting one of her full tits with the machine and strting it to work on her with the machine and strting it to work on her shoulder. Gradually, however, he brought his had lower, until the vibrating belt was on her generous tit.

Lyn gasped. God, it felt so good! she thought. The itch in her cunt grew stronger. Lyn's nipple responded to the gentle stimulation by swelling and growing erect. Frank touched the vibrator to the nipple alone and Lyn shuddered harder.

"Ooooohhhh! Ohhhh!" she sighed.

He moved the massager across to the other tit and her nipple snapped to instant attention. Lyn was aware that shw was beginning to get wet in her cunt and that the itch was increasing in intensity with every passing second.

"Turn over," Frank whispered.

Dreamily, Lyn obeyed. The massager felt wonderful on her back and shoulders and Lynrubbed her tingling tits against the wool of the spread as Frank's hand moved down her body.

She touught she would flinch when he slid the machine onto her ass, but she didn't. She had already relaxed and gotten into the feeling produced by the machine to the point that she welcomed its attention to her ass.

Slowly, warmth spread through all of her midsection. Lyn could feel the blood congesting in her cunt, could imagine the lips of her pussy swelling. The was the maching was playing against her ass had her grinding her hips into the mattress and her breathing was ragged.

"Oooohhh!" lLyn moaned.

Suddenly, she could stand no more. She whirled onto her back and sat up, throwing her arems around her uncle. Dragging him down to lie half atop her, the girl kissed him wantonly as she spread her thights, expecting him to roll between them.

Frank ignored the ivitation and pressed the gir;'s ass snapped into the air and a hard tremore almost convulsed her as she started cumming.

"Ooohhhh! Oohhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped against her uncle's mouth as he kept the moving belt against her swollenclit.

She had never cum so hard or so fast. To her delight, shw continued to cum, her hips heaving up each time shwo did so. But the itch deep in her cunt was still there and it was still growing.

Lyn pushed herself over against Frank and forrced him to this back. With ehr mouth still glued to ehr uncle's, the teenager wiggled over him, her ass high in to arir to allow him to continue working the massager against her dripping pussy.

Pushing herself up to her elfows, shw scooted forward and dangled a tit over his mouth. "Suck it, Uncles Frank!" the horny fgirl cried.

A grin crossed his face as he used his other had to guide the nipple of the tit to his mouth. His lips closed around the hard bud, and she sighed as his tongue probed at it.

Reaching back, Lyn moved his hand from her cunt to her ass. He kept the massager going as she caught his stiff cock and rubbed the head up and sown the slick furrow of her snatch. Each time shwo hit her swollen clitories with the head, she shuddered in delight.

Finally, she lodged the cock-head against the dilated opening of her cunt and shoved back.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried as she impaled her self back, taking more and more of the massive cock into the tight sheath of her fuck hole. The massager on her ass and the suction on her tit combined with the steady invasion of her twat by his cock and mad Lyn cum again.

Pulling her tit from his mouth, she scooted her knees forward as she staightened her body form the waist and drove herself fown over his cock completely.

"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned as she filled herself with the thick, hard cock and rocked back and forth, moving it around inside her twat.

Frank moved his hand around her waist and pressed the massager against her lower abdomen and engorged cunt mound. Lyn's hips moved steadily back and forth as her uncle drove her to previously unimagined heights of pleasure.

She arched her back and lifted herself, then slammed her cunt down over the rampant cock. "Ohhhh, Frank, I'm cumming like crazy. Take that thing away. I don't need it any longer."

"Don't you like it?" he asked, pressing it into her cunt-lips to bring it into direct contact with her swollen clit.

"It…it's going to make me have to stop, if you keep using it," she warned him. "Make me have to stop soon."

He yanked to cord from the wall and slipped his hand from the straps. Lyn was still feeling the nerve-jangling effects of the massager as shw rose and fell over his cock, but shw knew that now she'd be able to fuck him until he came, something she hadn't been sure of before.

"God damn," Frank gasped as Lyn started swinging her hips to and fro while rising and falling over his massive cock. "You're the best fuck I ever had. Really the best."

His words thrilled the teenager more than he could've imagined. She had been nothing to the other men who'd screwed her, merely a convenience, something for them to use and forget about. Frank probably had screwed more women than any of them and he said she was the best. Frank had even screwed her mother and thought that she, Lyn, was better buck.

Her hips rose and fell faster and she wiggled her hips about as she slid her cunt up and down over her uncle's slick cock. She could bend forward and watch the big cock as it appeared and disappeeared in her snatch and shw knew that Frank was watching that same thing.

He reached up and caught her bouncing tits in his hads, then thumbed her nipples, brushign the almost submered buds in a way that sent new sensations coursing throught her body. When Frank squeezed and twisted her tits, it didn't hurt, it just excited her. Probably, she thought, becase I'm in love with him. Even if he is my uncle. I'm stll in love with him.

Bending forward, Lyn cupped on had under his head and lefted it until their muths could meet. His tongue slid into her mough and Lyn fenced with it with her slimmer tongue, then trapped the thick invader and sucked lewdly on it as he worked his hands against her firm tits. She was still working her pussy over his cock and she knew shw was going to cum again before his cock left her twat.

Each time she drove her cunt down over his ramnpant cock, she'd move her hips to and fro, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. He was lifting his hips as she drove hers down, matching her stroke for stroke. Lyn snorted and sucked harder on his tongue as he tugged at one of her nipples and eased his other hand down until he could work his finger against her elongated clit.

Then her uncle starte spurting his hot jism into the depths of her cunt-hole. It set Lyn off again and her twat convulsed around his magnificednt prick, squeezing and loosening only to squeeze once more. Lyn was cumming hard, her juice pouring out of her twat. His pubic hair and balls were soaked with the fluids that flowed out of her body, both hers and his.

And when he'd stopped shooting off into her cunt, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled, turning her onto her back. His cock was still stiff within her hole and he commenced to moving it in and out with long, slow strokes. Golly, golly, Lyn though, I'll never be able to get off this well with any other man.

They were still kissing hungrily and shw shuddered as he worked a hand between them and started feeling her tits again. I'm your, Frank, shw pledged silently, all of me is yours.

Something told her that he knew it.

"Ssssshhhh!" Both Lyn and Frnk whispered to the other as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Two sets of footsteps. That was good, it ment that willie was with Joyce.

Frank and Lyn ahd watched the brother and sister leave the house earlier in the evening, then had gone up to the door. To Lyn's amazement, the key she had no longer worked on the front door. "That bitch. She's already taken over," she'd whispered.

Still, that had presented no problem. Lyn had enteed the house the same way she'd left it, by climbing the tree and going along the roof. Then she'd let Frank in.

They were in the attic. Frank had bored a small hole in the ceiling over the bed and inserted a peephole. It was so small that it would be hard to notic, but iafforded an excellent view of the bed. And, a videotape camera was attached to the peephole. The camera would work. They had already tested it. The mike that Frank had hidden would pick up everything said in the room and the camera would record all but the most peripheral action.

Lyn hoped they weren't too drunk to do anything. She wanted to settle the score with these two as soon as she could, which would be the day after she and Frank had a tape of Willie and Joyce fucking or doing some sort of sexual act with each other.

The pair entered the bedroom, flicking on the overhead lamp. As Willie sat on the bed and started to undress, Joyce stood before him, stripping, too.

Frank activated the camera, and squeezed Lyn's hand as she moved closer to him, so she could look through the view-finder, too. The videotape recorder with sound equipment belonged to a friedn of Frank's. The reason they had had to wait until Friday to leave Brocton had been to borror it from him. He hadn't asked any questions, just told Frank to get it back as soon as he was through with it. The after noon before, they had tried it out, filming themselves in bed. It had been a real turn-on to Lyn to watch her image as she writhed beneath her uncle while he screwed her good. Their sex life was as intense as it had ben before she'd been beaten and raped by her father.

"Willie?" Joyce asked as she unhooked her bra.

"What're we going to do if the kid comes home?"

"Awwwww, she ain't going to come home," Willie assured his sister. "If she was, she'd have been here by now."

"But Harry was sure he was going to find her," Jouce protested.

"Well, he didn't," Willie retorted, standing to take off his trousers and shorts. "I didn't think he would. What the hell would she be doign in that drinkwater town where he kicked off? He went up there on a wild goose case and kikced off balling some whore he picked up.

"No," he continued, "If Lyn had heard he was dead, she'd have hightailed it back here to try to get even with us. I don't think we'll ever see her again."

"But," Joyce insisted, "what if shw does show up?"

"Relax, will you?" Willie snarled. "We'll worry about that if it happens."

He watched as Joyce stepped out of her panties, then grabbed her and dragged her down on the bged, one of his hands going into her crotch as he caught her by the neck with the other hand and kised her lewdly.

Joyce grabberd her brother's big cock and started stroking it. "I'm glad I don't have to fuck Harry any more," she whispered. "He never did anything for me in bed."

"Sure," Willie agreed, "he didn't know how to handle you. Not like I do."

Through the view-finder, Lyn could see that he had a couple of fingers in Joyce's pussy and another in her asshole. To her disgust, Joyce was wiggling her hips around as if she liked the dual invasion of her body.

"Willie," Joyce asked as she moved her hand sensually on his cock, "will you hurt me tonight? Please? It's been so long since you hurt me."

Lyn wanted to be sick. But shw managed to control herself.

Beneath her, Willie sighed as he reached to the bedside table and picked up a cigar. He propped his head up and lit the cigar as he looked at Joyce. Willie really got turned on by the pleading look in her eyes.

"Maybe," je teased, puffing on the cigar. "First I want a good blow-job form you, Sis."

Joyce bent around and supported herself on one elbow. Her tongue slid out and touched the tip of her brother's cock. Joyce manuevered herself around a little more and commenced kicking the full length of her brother's cock while he continued to puff on th cigar and frig her twat adn asshole.

God, Lyn thought, how can she look so happpy while she's doing such a disgusting thin? Then she remembered that she enjoyed it when Frrank ate her and that he didn't seem to think licking her hot snatch was disgusting. Maybe sucking off a guy if you really like him is different than getting fucked you really like him is differedt that getting fuck in the mouth or being forced to suck off some guy, Lyn conceded to herself. She stole a glance at her uncle, who was next to her, so they could taketurns looking through the viewfinder. Like her, he was dressed for the heated closedness of the attic: all he waswearign was a pair of cut-offs. L:yn was dressed almost as nakedly; she was wearing a bikini.

Frank had a hard cock Maybe, Lyn thought, I ought to try sucking Uncle Frank's cock. Maybe I'd like sucking his cock as much as Joyce seems to like sucking Willie's Joyce was working her whole mouth, not just her tongue, along her brother's cock. Ever since he'd started screwing her, when she'd been eleven, she'd been a hog for him. Willie had trained her well; she did whatever he told her to, and she did it with enthusiasm.

She licked, kissed and gnawed at his cock as she fondled his balls with her other hand. Willie's fingers continued to move slowly in and out of her twat and asshole, but even that would be tnough to make her cum when shefelt him shooting his jism into her mouth.

"You give the best head, Sis," Willie moaned.

"It's because I love my big brother so much," the girl replied as she continued to lick lewdly at his cock. In the atic, Frank and Lyn exchanged smiles. Not only was the relationship between the two evident in their feartures, but they were acknwledging the fact that they were related. The videotape that they had at the moment was more than enough to get Willie and Joyce locked up for a long time.

Joyce opened her mouth and popped the head of her boryther's cock into it. Then she moved it around in her mouth while she sucked hard on the spongy knob. Lyn could see Joyce's cheeks hollow as she sucked and she was disgusted with herself for getting wet in the pussy as she watched the lewd spectacle below her.

Willie reached down and pushed his sister's head farther down over his cock. There were times when he liked her to give him a long, drawn-out blow-job, but tnight he had just decided he wanted her to suck hom off fast.

Obediently, Joyce started bobbing her head over Willie's cock. Down, down, down went her head until the full lenght o fthe cock was embedded in her oral cavern. Her tongue slithered around the cock as she drew her head back slowly, her lips rubbing salaciously at the shaft as she raised her head until only the head of the cock was still in her mouth.

Up and down, up and down, Joyce's head bobbed steadily faster. Willie was straining, jabbing his cock into her mouth with little jerks of his hips ass her head went down.

"Oooohhhh!" he cried. "Oooohhhhhsisssssss! Suck it for me, Sis! Suck it! Suckitsuckitsuckit!"

She was bringing him closer and closer to the brink. As his jism boiled up his cock, Willie jammed the burning cigar against his sister's ass. Joyce gurgled with delight and took his load straight down her throat, swallowing convulsively as she poured her hot cunt juice over his fingers.

For a moment they rested there. Then Joyce lifted her face and began to kiss her brother's body as she twisted around too press her lips to his.

"On your hands and knees, Sis," Willie ordered, after letting his sister kiss him hungrily for a fewmoments. Joyce scrambled to obey, and Lyn, watching the action, gulped as she saw Willie spread the cheeks of his sister's ass. In the view-finder, the puckered rosette of Joyce's asshole opened obscenely, almost as if Willie were presention it to the camera. Lyn turned away form the camera and let Frank's eye replace hers.

"Ohhhh, Willllie!Yessssss!" Joyce cried, loudly enough to be heard in the attic. She liked sex any way she could get it, but there was a masochistic streak deep within her that insured that when she was buggered, she responded with as great a ferocity as she did when being fucked in a more conventional manner.

Willie drove his cock into his sister's asshole with onel hard showve, then started pumping it in and out, driving it deeper with each thrust. Joyce bucked her ass back to him and wiggled it form side to side as he fucked her asshol savagely.

"Give it to me, GBrother, fuck my ass," Joyce moaned.

It was evident from her tone of voice that she was thoroughly enjoying having his big cock runnign in and out of her ass, and Lyn shuddered.

Willie's hands were squezing the flesh of Joyce's ass, digging in hard enough to leave marks when he shifted his hands. The girl shifted to support herself on one arm and reached under her body and started massaging her cunt. Christ, Lyn thought angrily, she likes being used. She'd have had a ball with those two truckers.

Still, Lyn couldn't deny that she was getting turned on watching the immoral couple below her.

Willie and joyce were cheap, but there was an animalness about their sex that was getting to Lyn.

She wished that she could fuck Frank at the very minute.

Finally, Willie came again and the two collapsed on the bed. Lyn looked at the machine, meaning to turnit off, but Frank shook his head.

Willie, what are we going to do if she comes back?"

"Why don't we fucking worry about that if it happens?" Willie snarled, plumping a pillow and fixing it under his head.

"No, we have to think of it noew," Joyce insisted.

"Well," WEillie said after a moment's thought, "I Guess it'll depend on how she acts if she comes back. If she's all beat down, you know, hungry, bummed out, we'll let her stay her."

"Let her stay her? Willie, are youi crazy?"

Wouldn't you like having somebody like her around to do what yoi wanted to?" Wille asked, grinning evilly.

"You mean…?" Joyce whispered.

"Have her just like we did the day she ran away. Only without tying her up. I'll bet we could make her like it, if we worked onher."

"suppose she won't go for that?" Joyce insisted.

"Then, I guess she'll fucking run away again," Willie said.

"No, what if she wants to cause trouble?"

"She won't cause no fucking trouble," Willie assured his sister as he idly rubbed her cunt. "She'll either put out, or get out."

"Bout if she does cause trouble?" Joyce persistd.

"There's lots of rivers around her," Willie told her. "They never found old Charley Watkins, did they? And that was the boys doing the looking. I'll bet they still think he took off with yoiu and that money."

Joyce chuckled. "That fat old man actually thought I was in love with him. He couldn't believe it when I shot him. Hey, Willie, you remember what he kept saying? " You're only fifteen, you shouldn't ge killing people." All the time he was sliding down that wall, he kept saying that."

"Maybe we'll take Lyn over to that bridge and drop her in the same hole Old Charley's in," Willie laughed. "We could start our own business, the Route Ten Bridge Body Disposal Company. Our motto: We Splash for Cash."

Both of them laughed. "Do you really think Lyn'd do what we wanted?" Joyce finally asked.

"Sure," Willie answered. "After I got through with her, she'd crawl on her knees for a chance to lick my shit. Give me three weeks with her and she'll be just like you were after a year, when I finally got you wise up."

"I'd like that, Willie," Joyce murmured. "I'd like having her around to eat any time I wanted."

Or to eat you wnen you wanted that, eh?" Willie asked.

"Yeah, that, too," Joyce acknowledged.

"She liked it, yoiu knoew," Joyce said a few minutes later. "I know she did. I can tell. I had all those women eating my box when we were in Atlanta, and I know when they were doing it because they liked it and when they were doing it just to turn some guyo on."

"I told yoiu," Willie assured her. "We'll make a first-class shore out of her if she comes back and wants to hang around. Otherwise, she just hangs," he added.

"I think she'll want to be with us if she comes back," Joyce mused.

I wouldn't, Lyn swore to herself, I wouldn't! And I didn't like eating yur pussy.

But the fifteen-year-old girl had to question that. Maybe she had been upset by the circumstances, but how did she know she wouldn't enjoy eating pussy under differedt circumstances? She didn't. She had thought, not once, but twice, that she'd never enjoy sex of any sort again, but Frank had fucked that nonsense out of her both times.

Maybe, Lyn thought, with the right girl, somebody I really liked, I could eat pussy without it bothering me. Particularly if Frank was there. On one of the days that Frank had been at work, Lyn had discovered whole box of paperback books in his closet. The pages that were dog-eared adn showing signs of rereading had all dealt with a man and two females. So had the magazines she'd found, magazines that had actual pictures of people fucking!

"Willie?" Joyce murmured. "Do you think the people in Pittsburg are looking for us," he answered. "They don't know we exist. They know old Charley was crazy over some young gash, but they don't know who she was. They think he took that eighteen thousand and split with her. They're still looking for him, I'll fucking bet, but they ain't never gonna find him. None of them is gonna think of looking for him where they ditch their own stiffs."

He chuckled. "You know, that old fucker was still alive when we dumped him off the gbridge. I'll be he fucking flipped when he realized we were getting rid of him where he fucking got red of the people he knocked off."

Lyn was suddenly scared. Willie and Joyce had killed somebody! and they'd kill her if they had to. If they caught her and Frank, they could killl both of them and nobody would ever know about it.

Below them, Willie and Joyce settled in for the night. Frank and Lyn waited an hour after they had begun picking up the first snores from the room below them before tnhey began a cautious retreat form the attic.

Still, they made it out of the attic without noise. Quietly, they made their was down the hall. Lyn's throat was dry and her heart almost leaped into it when Willie mumbled something, but he went on sleeping and shw and Frank were able to get ou of the house without difficulty.

As they crossed the lawn, moving towards the stand of trees where they had hidden the car, Lyn was acutely aware that Frank's cock was still hard. Of course, he had been looking at Joyce's naked body as she'd lain sprawled on her back asleep. Joyce had to kind of body that could give a man a hard cock if he looked at her clotheed.

Of course, the fact that they had watched Joyce suck Willie's cock and then take his prick up her asshole had contributed to Frank's hard-on. It had also caused an itching in Lyn's cunt that had not abated.

Theyt passed a clump of bushes and Lyn stepped behind them. "Frank," she whispered. He turned and she took off the top of her bikini, then peeled the bottom off. "Put that thing down and fuck me," she pleaded.

He set the videotape camera on the ground, then shucked his cut-offs as she lowered herself to a reclining position and spread her legs wide.

"Don't play with me," she whispered. "Just stick your cock in and fuck me. I need it so bad."

Frank lowered him self to her writhing form and slid his cock deep into her twat. She was so wet and excited by the thoughs that had been playing through her head as they'd hidden in the attic that she came before his price was even completely inside her cunt.

To Lyn's great surprise, the police didn't seen interested in the evidence she and Frank had obtained. In fact, they were actually indifferent. One policeman went so far as to say that Willie and Joyce could have her and Frank arrested for illegal entry.

"Into a house that I own?" Lyn demanded.

"She's your father's wife," the policeman retorted.

"But his will leaves everyghing he owns to me," Lyn countered. "He never got around to leavigng her a cent. Monday, I'm going to file the will and ask that she be enjoinged form taking any money out of any account he put money into.

"And, right now we are going to the newspapers and TV stations and tell them that we have evidence of murder, that you are not interested in investigation this, or any of the other crimes these people have committed."

"Who got killed?" the policeman asked. "Some guy named Charley Watkins, you said. In Pittsburg, you said. That's was out of our jurisdiction."

Just then a man dressed in plain clothes stopped. "Did you say Carley Watkins in Pittsburg? You're standing her saying you know he's dead and who killed him?"

"You've heard of this guy Watkins, Lieutenant?" the other policeman asked.

"I sure do," the other man replied. "He was one of Louie DiAllio's sub-bosses. Practically ran all of Washington and Green counties. They story was that he disappeared, ran away with some girl. And a bunch of diAllio's money."

"Eighteen thousand dollars," Lyn said. "We have a tape of them talking about shooting him and dumping him over a bridge. From what they saidm other people are dumped there, too."

"I started out in Pittsburg," the plainclothes cop said. "The crooks out there used to talk about "Taking somebody to the bridge", but nobody ever found out which bridge. Nobody that ever taked about it, that is."

"It's on route ten," Lyn told him. "They said that."

"I think I'd better take a look at this film of yours," the man said. "I'm Heinecker, State Police." He held out his hand and shook with Lyn and Frank.

After looking at the filem, Lieutenant Heinecker put in a call to the local district attorney, advising hism to come to the police station right away. Then he called the State Police in the western part of the state and suggested they get divers into the water under the gridge.

The district attorney watched the film with total attentiveneess. After seeing it twice, he questioned Lyn for almost and hour about the events of the day she'd run away form home.

"We'll try them for raping and abusing you, and for kidnaping you," he offered. "But, you'll have to testify. If we ignore those carges, we still have enough to put them away for a ling time."

Counting on his fingers, he listed the charges he was going to bring against Willie and Joyce. "Two counts each, incest; two counts eact, sodomy; conspiracy to commit murder; conspiracy to imprison. That ought to net them about forty years in prison."

"You are no going to charge them with murder?" Lyn asked, unalbe to believe it.

"That crime was allegedly committed in Pittsburg," the DA reminded her. "We will furnish the authorities there with a copy of this tape. But it'll be up to them to press the murder carge. And they may have a sticky problem there.

"The girl was fifteen when she helped her brother kill thatman. They may have to ry her under juvenile rules."

"Don't worry about it," Heinecker advised Lyn. "When Louie diAllio hears about this, and he'll haear about it by the end of the day, I wouldn't bet that they'd live to stand trial. If the word got around that somebody ripped Louie off for that much money and got away with it, somebody else migh try it."

Thirty minutes later, the DA had his warrants. "Want to go along when we arrest them?" he asked Lyn and Frank, both of whom did.

Lyn would never forget the look on Willie's face when he woke up to find himself handcuffed and staring at her. "What the hell?" he snarled. "What the fucking shit is going on?"

You're under arrest," the district attorney told him, giving him his rights and announcing the carges.

"You're fucking crazy," Willie said. "You can't make any of those charges stick."

Lyn stepped up to the head of the bed and pulled out the microphone. "Everything you said last night was recorded. Everything you did is down on video tape."

"Willie, that mean they know about Charlie!" Joyce exlaimed.

"Will yoiu shut the fuck up?" Willie screamed at his sister. "I swear to God you're a dumb fucking bitch."

He was still cursing and scraming at Joyce when the two of them were led aaway. But fefore they left; Lyn got the keys to the new lock on the front door. "I don't want them coming in here again, " she explained.

"I doubt if they'll be able to make bail," the DA said.

"Are you going to need us at the station today?" Frank asked.

The DA shook his head. "We'll have your statements typed up and we'd appreciate it if you'd come in tomorrow morning and sign them.

Content

Jim Dawson
Raped runaway

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPI'ER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT