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.'
