He helped me out in this deal and we promised to share you. He won't be bad… if he treats you bad just let me know.” “Can't I rest first?” she asked. Len shrugged. “That's up to him. But if you fight him as hard as you did me he'll have every right to get just as tough as I did. He might even tie you up too. So take it from me, sis, just relax and let him do his thing. He won't last long.” She closed her eyes, inhaled, nodded. Then she felt a towel on her back.
“Might as well use this to clean yourself out. I'm sure he won't appreciate the mess I left behind.” Len left the room and Dorothy sat up. She rubbed her sore arms and the aching spot on her jawbone where he had slapped her. She had been raped. But it was nothing like she had feared it could be. She was alive and in one piece, she had even experienced a slight orgasm from it. Her legs opened up and she scooped the towel down between them to catch the thick stream of jism trickling from her pussy lips. She wrapped the towel around a finger and worked it inside her hole to wipe as much Of the gunk out as possible… then she realized Vic was due and she was dry.
Dorothy quickly ran to her dresser and opened the top drawer.
From a small jar she scooped just enough petroleum jelly to lubricate her pussy slightly. Just enough to relieve the ache and grease the walls. She went back to the bed and sat waiting for the bedroom door to open.
CHAPTER SIX
David was furious. He heard the cries of his sister, heard the battle going on below the stairs of his attic bedroom. And he was helpless, there wasn't a thing he could do but scream out at Vic and Len to leave her alone. He got jeers in return, and the sick laughter of his two stepbrothers rang in his ears to make David even angrier. He wrenched violently at the thick boards covering the bedroom window. It was useless. He threw his full weight against the locked bedroom door but it wouldn't budge. Finally he sat on the bed rubbing his shoulder, trying furiously to think of a way to escape the room and save his sister. The noises of struggle ceased and David pressed his ear against the door. Then he called out, “Hey?” The taunting voice of Vic came back. “Whatta ya want, you gotta problem?
Huh?” David let Vic's giggles die off, then asked, “Why do you two think you can get away with this?” Vic snorted, stopped giggling. “Len's got that all figured out. He says you won't dare open your mouth.” David walked across his prison. He had no tools, nothing to use as a bar or iron against the blocked window. A wrench, an axe, anything to help him tear into the wood and dig his way out.
He sat back on the bed and felt the tension swelling in his guts.
Dorothy would put up a good fight but she was no match for them. And she was on her own. When Len emerged from her bedroom Vic jumped up. “All done?” he excitedly asked. Len nodded. “Yeah.” “How was it? Is she a good fuck?” “You'll find out, brother. As soon as she rests up you can take your turn just like we decided,” said Len. “Rest? Bullshit! She can rest after I'm through! I'm going in and get my piece of tail!” Vic protested. Len frowned. “Aw, come on, Vic, don't be such a crude asshole. She's just a woman after all, she can't go fucking like she was_ on a conveyor belt. Give her a while to recover from the great screwing I just gave her.” “That good?” Vic's eyes were wide open, he licked his lips and waited for an answer. “You'll see. But let her catch her breath and she'll only be that much better.” “How long? How many minutes does she need?”
“Give her an hour, I really wore her out,” said Len.
“Bullshit!” hollered Vic. “She's not getting no hour! I'm not waiting that long! Fuck no, she can have fifteen minutes and that's it!” “For Christ's sake, Vic…” “I don't want to hear any more about it!” Vic vehemently said. “She's gonna fuck in 15 minutes whether she likes it or not! That's it!” “She probably won't, either.” “Won't what? “Like it!” Len answered.
“Aw, fuck you! She'll love it! What the hell makes you act so damned smart? Just cause you fucked her once you're suddenly an expert on what she likes?” “I made her happy,” Len smugly said. Vic spit. “She doesn't know what happy is yet. Just wait until she feels my big cock sliding in and out of her juicy little cunt!” Len shook his head with disgust. “Shit, Vic, sometimes you're a real asshole.” Vic fumed as he watched Len slowly walk into the living room and turn on the television. He leaned against the hallway wall and watched the minutes tick by on his watch. His lips worked furiously together as he thought about his brother's comments, his worldlier-than-thou attitude. What'd she do? Really go for him? What did she do to make Len all of a sudden seem to defend her, seem to be so damned concerned about her welfare? Dorothy found the pink nightie in her closet, it was an old thing, something she hadn't worn in years. But It still fit. As she viewed herself in the mirror she saw how her nipples showed so easily through the diaphanous material, how the tight panties hugged her at the crotch and seemed to outline each hair, each fold of flesh. She turned around and looked back at her reflection. The skimpy panties were tugged up into the crack of her ass, large gobs of pure white meat hung below the stretched elastic leg bands. When she walked, and most of all when she bent over, the round buns seemed intent on working out of her undies.
She brushed her hair until it hung in silken waves across her shoulders and applied a touch of cologne. Then she very lightly made her face up, eyeliner, lipstick, a hint of rouge. Anything she could think of to make herself more alluring she did. Not to please Vic but to guarantee a quick turn-on and just as quick climax. Dorothy could stand Vic even less than Len; the sooner he was gone the better.
The door opened and Vic peeked in. Dorothy was at her dressing table and turned to smile at him. He grinned, sheepishly stepped into the room and closed the door. She could see the hard lump in his pants, he was already half-erect, having become excited while waiting outside for her to “rest.” “Rested?” Vic stupidly asked.
Dorothy stood up and felt his eager eyes watching the gentle sway of her visible breasts, she turned and crossed the room. He gulped.
The fleshy hills of her ass rose up and down to fill his vision with their soft pliancy. The pink panties tucked in her crack, and globs of billowed ass hung nude before his burning eyes and dry mouth.
“Yes, I'm rested,” she said. “Oh.” He was dumbstruck. The one thing Vic hadn't figured on was her looking so appealing, so womanly, so beautiful. He figured she'd be fighting, trying to resist, cursing and hollering as he tore into her body. But now it was different, now he had to take her like a man takes his wife. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yeah… I guess so,” he stammered.
“What's the matter, Vic? Don't you want to fuck me? Isn't that why you've locked David up? Isn't that what you and Len had planned?
To rape me?” “Uh… Well… Shit, Dorothy, this isn't rape.”
“It isn't?” she asked with a touch of temper. “Then just what do you call it?” “Uh… Uh… but you're all fancied up, you're in that nightie with your tits showing and everything. That's not rape… that's you being… making…” “Being what?” she asked. “Aw, fuck if I know!” he blurted. “It's just not what I expected.”
“Then why don't you get the hell out of here and leave me alone!” she snapped. Vic liked her anger, he felt better. “Sure! That's just what you want, huh? Get rid of me by playing willing! Well, screw that, you cunt! I'm gonna fuck you!” “You couldn't fuck your way out of a paper bag!” Dorothy yelled back. His face turned red and he made a lunge toward her. “Oh yeah? Just let me get my hands on those tits and my cock up your hole! Then you'll see who can fuck around here!” She jumped to the side and Vic watched her luscious, sloping breasts wobble like molded gelatin. He grabbed her arm and pulled Dorothy close to his perspiring body. She laughed at him as his face crushed down against her neck, as his mouth and tongue wet her flesh while working upward to engulf her ear. He was shaking and she could feel it, he was very excited, she knew Vic wouldn't take much time. She brought her lips around to his and jammed her hot, swirling tongue deep into his mouth. Vic hesitated then plunged his tongue back into hers. Dorothy pushed her swollen tits into him until they were flat against his chest… then she pressed her warm, soft hips and lower belly against the lump in his pants. His breath was a howling wind as he felt the tender touch of her cooking crotch massaging against his screaming cock. His hands moved down fast to cup her ass, to wiggle fingers inside the elastic leg bands of the panties and feel tender, cool, abundant piles of grinding backside. “Oh, Vic,” she sighed. “Please take up where Len left off. Please finish the job he started.” “Huh? You mean Len didn't… didn't… make you satisfied?” Vic asked. “He tried,” she answered. “But I know you can do it, I just know it.” Her hands worked up under his shirt and softly stroked the powerfully muscled front of his barrellike chest. He was heaving for each breath, his lips were dry, his cock was painfully hard as it felt her constant grinding and subtle, insistent warmth begging at it. She pulled away from him and went to the bed while he watched. In one smooth maneuver Dorothy whipped the nightie from her shoulders and stood before him with nothing on but the scandalous
