grabbing hands away.
“Get away! Get away from me! Why are you doing this?” she screamed.
Len's face was flushed and wet with perspiration as he snarled, “Cause I want mine too! You can fuck your little brother and not think twice about it! So why not me?” His hands wouldn't hold still as they grabbed to feel the warm softness of her breasts, as they swept down to stroke at her jutting rump and slide up her thighs under the short skirt she was wearing. Dorothy tried rolling away and kicking but her stepbrother was strong and heavy, he had her pinned down so solidly she could hardly breathe. “Please…” she moaned. “Please don't.” “Come on, baby, cooperate. Give it out to me like you do to Ted and your brother. Come on, baby, give me a good fucking like you give the rest,” he said with a husky, strained voice. “I hate you! I can't stand you!” she howled. His hand was under her skirt, probing, squeezing up to feel the tenderness of her ass as she spit at him. Len's face was suddenly angry, furious, his hand grabbed at the soft cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard. The flesh billowed between his fingers and he twisted with vicious cruelty.
“Ahhhhhh! No!” she cried as the stinging pain ripped through her struggling body. His free hand came down to clamp tight around her neck and choke until she gagged. For a moment Dorothy thought he was going to kill her, going to strangle the life right from her tender, thin throat. But he eased up and hissed threateningly, “Listen here, sister, I've had enough of this bullshit! You better start thinking about what Vic and I will do to that fairy brother of yours if you don't shut up and put out!” “Huh?” she asked. Tears were welling in her eyes, the strength to fight was leaving her arms.
“The tougher you make things for us the tougher we'll be on him!
You forget we've got him trapped in there! All we gotta do is open that door and he's at our mercy, get it?” “But why hurt David?” she asked. “Because he got to fuck you. And if he gets your cunt so do we! That's the way it works in a family. No favorites, get it?
Fuck one brother you fuck 'em all!” “Oh, God, no!” she groaned.
“And if Vic and I don't get our share of you we'll make sure he never does again either! Not from you or any other chick!” She could see he meant it, and she knew the two brothers were capable of great cruelty. “And when my mother gets back? What then? How will you stop us from telling? Kill us?” she asked in a near hysterical voice.
He grinned and shook his head. “You won't tell,” he said with confidence. “You won't tell 'cause you won't want her to know about you fucking David. And sure as shit if you open your mouth we will too.” He moved his big- fingered hand from the tenderness of her warm throat to the mounded billow of her heaving breast. The hand pressed firmly into the meaty mass and squeezed. Dorothy sucked her breath in and tried to keep from screaming. A futile, lost whimper of defeat came from her mouth. “Nice tit,” he mumbled. “Nice, big, juicy tit. I always liked your tits, Dorothy, always wanted to feel 'em.” “Please…” she weakly moaned. He sat astride her body with his two muscular thighs on each side of her waist. She couldn't roll away, couldn't do anything but look up at his leering face and feel his hands as they kneaded freely into her sensitive breasts. She held still and hoped he would make one move, one off-balance move so she could pitch him off and run. “Yeah, I've dreamed about these tits. Dreamed how nice and ripe the hot nipples would be in my mouth, how good my cock would feel snuggled up nice and tight between them with those big nipples burning against my belly.” “No. No. No…
Please leave me alone…” Her voice came from somewhere deep in her throat, she tried but couldn't force it out, couldn't scream. His fingers fumbled at each button of the blouse until it was open and only a bra lay between his hands and the bareness of her breasts. He leaned forward while forcing his hungry hands under her back to the bra snaps. Dorothy bolted her hips up hard to throw him off but Len was ready, he made a shrill whoop like he was riding a wild stallion in the rodeo. “That's it you stupid bitch! Fight like a wild filly!” he cried out before dropping back down on her with his full weight. He landed on her belly and with a grunt Dorothy felt the air forced from her body. She was senseless, unable to regain her air, nearly unconscious and vulnerable. With ease Len reached under her back and undid the white bra. By the time Dorothy had her senses back she was without a bra, he had it over her shoulders and arms in seconds and sat astride her staring at the two beautiful breasts.
“Ohhhh,” he said with a slow exhale. “They're even better than I imagined. He pressed the tip of one finger into a nipple and kept pushing until it was buried with the surrounding soft flesh.
“Nice, nice, nipples. Real nice. They're like big strawberries, ain't they? Nice, big strawberries all ripe and red and puckered up for the eating.” His heavy rump moved off her belly and settled further down her body to trap her thighs against the mattress. With both hands he pressed the jellylike piles of tit together and lowered his head toward them. Dorothy's hand flashed out and slapped him hard on the face. Len bolted upright, cursed. His hand came flying back to make a loud whack across her soft cheek. Her head was tossed to the side and she tasted blood. Once again she came close to passing out but didn't quite make it. Her tits felt hot, tingling, she realized he was sucking her nipples, working them between his sharp teeth and as much as she dreaded it the nipples were responding.
He lifted up and licked his lips. A red blotch was on his face where she hit him, a similar mark was on her cheek. His eyes twinkled with delight. “They taste as good as strawberries too,” he mumbled.
“You are disgusting,” she hissed. He seemed proud of her insult. “You bet I am, baby. And one more slap out of you and you'll see just how disgusting I can be. I'll make you regret it the rest of your life.” She kept her mouth shut as his head lowered again and she felt the wetness and heat of his swirling tongue making lapping circles around each nipple. Then he sucked hard, drew the puckered flesh deep inside and bit. Dorothy gasped, grimaced, exhaled, felt her nipple throb with unwanted passion. He got up and stood next to the bed. “Okay, bitch,” he said with a determined voice. “Strip.”
She tried to get up but his fast hand pushed her back down on the bed. “No, baby, I didn't say get up. I said, strip. Right there where you are… flat on your back.” “No.” He frowned. “I'm taking off my clothes right here and if you ain't naked by the time I am I'll rip every bit of clothing right off your fucking ass! Now strip!”
His hands came up and undid his belt-buckle. As the pants fell from his legs Dorothy saw the hard, rugged knob jamming fiercely at his white underpants. He kicked his shoes off and stripped the checkered shirt from his heavily muscled, stocky form. The last thing he removed were the underpants. His erect, thick pecker bounded free, a strong limb with brutally thick head and bright red flesh from top to bottom. It was a ram, a trunk, a gnarled root of a large oak tree.
Dorothy hadn't moved. Len did. He grabbed down at the hem of her skirt and gave it a sharp, hard jerk. The material ripped and she felt a tearing pain around her waist. It was half torn from her so he used both hands to strip it away. She cried and rolled over, came to her knees and lunged for the far side of the bed. Len's cruel hand came down on the roundness of her ass to grab the white undies. She kicked back but he had them, with another painful rip they hung by the elastic of one leg from her soft thigh. Red welts ran in circles about her narrow waist and upper thighs. Len gazed down at the beauty of her bare ass as she still tried to crawl away. It sent a bolt of fierce heat through his loins, it was the most perfect ass he had ever seen in his life. The deep crack was an invitation to delights only few men ever enjoy, the sweetest crevice ever built. He dived onto her struggling body and felt the soft pliancy of her twisting, heaving ass against the stiff eagerness of his hot, blood-pounding cock. Her elbows swung back, she kicked, her second wind was coming and he could feel her determination to fight him all the way.
“Get off me, you bastard!” she screamed. He reached to the floor and grabbed his pants, with a little fumbling he pulled the thick leather belt loose. Then he grabbed one arm and forcefully bent it back until she was pinned down with him holding her in a hammer-lock. “Ouch! That hurts! You'll break my arm!” she groaned.
“You bet your pretty little ass I will, bitch!” He pulled her other arm back, then used the belt like he was tying a young calf for branding. She was now virtually helpless with her hands tied behind her back. Len stood up and dragged her by the feet until she was at the center of the bed. His chest heaved with each breath, he had to paused for a second and calm down. While he did his eyes explored the delicious fanny, the curving flawlessness of her legs, the way the tits bulged out to each side of her hog-tied chest. With one hand he stroked at his throbbing cock. She was so beautiful he didn't know where to start. Then he grinned as he remembered it would be all week, plenty of time to poke his stick in everything she had. Everything.
“Okay, baby, roll over and open up them legs of yours. I'm gonna let you feel a real man's cock! A cock you won't forget for a long time.” Dorothy knew she was finished. Her arms were strapped back so hard they ached, she couldn't budge them. But she didn't move. His hands grabbed her ankles again, she kicked, but it was useless. He twisted her legs until she rolled over like a helpless, crying baby.
“You make one kick with them beautiful legs and I'll tie them up so tight around your neck you'll be able to
