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.
