completely. His eyes also teared up, but from laughter. “Okay, my little chickadee… Now lay your egg!” he howled with mirth.
Dorothy's lips were quivering with each breath as she did her best to relax, to let the egg slide from her. It took more than that, she had to tighten her stomach muscles and push, force the large thing from her cunt. It moved very fast once it started, it slid from her wet pussy lips and dropped straight down into the waiting frying pan and cracked open. “Yeah! Great shot!” Len cried with victory.
“Now you wait for Vic to get back and fry that nice egg up for him. I want to see him gobble it down!” Dorothy's face held a firm expression of pure hatred as she stood up and pulled the shirt down to cover herself. As she pushed her breasts back inside Len stepped real close and hissed, “And if you tell him what we did with that egg I'll make you eat one that comes out of your asshole!” Her whole face trembled and more tears burst from her red, pleading eyes. Len laughed heartily as she finished his breakfast and served him. He made her stand at the side of the table while he ate and each time he wanted his mouth wiped he turned to her. She was forced to use the shirt as his napkin, to stretch it up to his puckered lips and pat away the grease. When he was done she had to wipe his face with her breasts, back and forth, back and forth until they slid once again from the inadequate attire. “Shit, those tits of yours are just like two more big fried eggs,” he remarked. “I think for tomorrow's breakfast I'll have you tuck some toast and bacon between them… then I'll eat it all up. Jelly too.” Dorothy did her best to remain silent and ignore his stares as she did the dishes. But he didn't let up on her for one minute during the whole morning. A sense of great relief came over her when she heard the truck pulling into the driveway. Vic was back; at least he might stifle some of Len's disgusting, humiliating games and stunts. Vic was shocked by her outfit and wanted to know why. Len told him it was a security measure, he had her clothes in their bedroom. She wouldn't dare try to escape with nothing on but his scandalous undershirt. Vic sat at the table while Dorothy fried his egg along with two others. Len watched in silence, a smug grin on his face. “I got your pay here,” Vic said. “Two hundred thirty dollars.” “Two hundred thirty? It's ten short!” Len complained.
“I know! I had to pay for the groceries. They came to twenty bucks, ten each!” “Oh! But what about the hundred you owe me from that poker game last month?” “Aw, shit Len, I'll pay you that but not this week. I need my money…” “Horseshit! You been telling me that all month! Pay up for Christ's sake!” Vic grudgingly peeled off five twenty dollar bills and gave them to Len. “I ain't ever gambling with you again, dammit.” Len laughed. “Not even flipping the coin?” “Shut up.” Vic devoured the eggs Dorothy placed before him as Len forced himself to keep a semi-serious expression. After eating his breakfast Vic looked over at the smug face of his brother and said, “Okay, you've had most of the morning with her-now I want my turn.” “Sure, Vic. She's yours,”
Len magnanimously answered. “Alone. In private.” “What? You bashful or something?” Vic frowned. “No, I just don't want you in the way. You have a way of turning things into a disgusting mess.”
“Hah ha ha! Look who's talking?” Len laughed. Dorothy wanted to die with humiliation as she sat there listening to the two animals argue over who got her when and how. Anger flushed her cheeks but she couldn't bring words to her mouth. It was the attire. The embarrassing, scandalous shirt bothered her so much she wanted to attract as little attention as possible. Vic was on his feet and pulling her by the wrist from the room as he yelled back at his jeering brother, “Remember now, you stay out until I'm done!”
“Eat shit,” Len snorted. “Goddamn asshole, I think you're falling for her, that's what I think.” “Just stay out!” He dragged Dorothy back into her bedroom and closed the door. As a precaution he braced a chair under the doorknob. Then he faced Dorothy. His eyes couldn't help but drink in the tightly dressed lumps of abundant flesh and curves. She shakily pushed her hail out of her eyes and wondered what he was thinking. She was surprised as he said, “Listen, I'm sorry if he did anything nasty this morning. I had to go into town, it bothered me to leave you here with him alone.” “I survived,” she dryly said. “I didn't like what he did last night, either,” Vic continued. “You know, making you use your mouth like that.” It suddenly occurred to Dorothy that she was dealing with a real thick-headed dumb-bell. He was offended because Len had made her suck his cock. What an ass! She had actually enjoyed it after driving the ugly face of Len from her mind. She looked at Vic with all the innocence she could muster and batted her long eyelashes. “That's very considerate of you, Vic.” “Thanks,” he said. Then he swallowed.
“Uh, take off that silly shirt now.” “Why? Are you going to rape me again? After apologizing for your brother's filthy behavior you're going to have the guts to rape me?” He seemed confused. It was perfectly all right in his mind to make her fuck as long as it was a normal kind of fuck-no weird stuff like cock-sucking. “Yeah,” he answered rather defensively. “I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck you real good.”
“You jerk,” she hissed while shifting her shoulders and pulling the shirt quickly off her head. “Come on, I'll let you fuck me all right. Come on.” She lay on the bed and opened her legs wide apart to entice him. With shaking hands Vic started stripping away his clothes as she reached down with her own hand and stroked at her cunt.
In a few moments she had her juices worked up, the pussy lips were red and shone with lubricated brilliance. Vic climbed onto the bed and brought his naked body next to hers. Dorothy grabbed his stiff, hot cock and stroked. He allowed that, even closed his eyes and sighed. She pumped fast and hard to quickly excite the shaft, make the head swell with lust and flare out like a fresh mushroom. Her other hand slid down between his legs and started to massage his balls, roll them back and forth in their loose, fuzzy-haired scrotum. It turned him on to a great degree. His hips made a sudden jerk, he gasped for air. That's when Dorothy made her move. She rolled downward and opened her mouth. Before Vic realized what was happening she had his cock between her sucking lips and was running her soaked, warm tongue back and forth across the head. “No…” he mumbled with helplessness. But she was sucking it deep, driving her face down hard to engulf the spike with her twisting, swirling mouth. His body shuddered violently as she pumped her head with great speed up and down his shaft. It was like a stick of burning iron in her lips as they collapsed tight around each inch of the trembling pole. Vic was aghast, he wanted to pull her away but couldn't do it, it felt too good. But it was destroyed for him. His image, his idol, his virgin beauty no longer the pure, sweet, innocent thing he had imagined. He could justify her sucking a cock if she was forced… but this was by no means involuntary. She had climbed right down there and sucked his cock into her mouth like a starving, lust-crazed old whore after a big tip. He wanted to cry, to scream. Her jutting ass was high in the air, the red, wet lips of her cunt hung enticingly below.
Even the splendid vision made him reel with remorse… Dorothy wasn't the nice girl he thought she was. She knew she was blowing his mind as well as his cock. With a passionate grab at his shoulders she pulled her mouth from his soaked rod and threw her gyrating body against his. On an impulse she pressed her mouth to his and drove her snaking tongue between his lips. Vic stiffened as he tasted the flavor of his own, well-sucked cock. “Fuck me, Vic! Let me feel your splendid cock inside me! I want it now!” she groaned with extreme eagerness. Vic shoved her shoulders until Dorothy was flat on her back. She saw the anger in his eyes, the sad disappointment and broken illusions. With a set, unsmiling face he pressed his cock with force at the warm tenderness of her slit. Dorothy heaved her hips to each side and felt his cock head wash back and forth. Then with a seething groan she hoisted up into the blunt end and felt it squeeze inside her hot lips. Her hands grabbed greedily at his ass as she entwined her legs about his and lifted hard to fill herself with thundering cock. “Yes…” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so good! I love to have cock in me.” “I'll say you do,” Vic finally mumbled as her body twisted with abandon under him. “You're acting like a whore. A dirty fucking whore.” She laughed in his face and cried back, “And what do you want, you fool? A wife?” He smashed his cock into her with all the force he had but she was able to cushion the blow with her deftly moving hips. She humped up hotly and ground her twat in circles against his stiff spike, then said calmly, “Come on, Vic, let go. Relax. Let your cock enjoy my pussy.” “Cut it out, dammit. Keep your damned mouth shut!” he yelled with fury.
She giggled again. “What's the matter, Vic, am I ruining it for you? Do you want me to cry and moan and protest while you rape me?”
“I'm not raping!” he cried. Her face went serious. “Then just what the hell do you think it is, huh? Do you think I'd ever fuck you if I didn't have to, if you and that son-of-a-bitch brother of yours weren't forcing me with threats and violence?” “Dammnit, shut up!” She rose up and licked her hot tongue across his face.
Her hands tore fiercely at his large-cheeked ass and she whipped her cunt rapidly along his cock before whispering, “You're a rapist, Vic.
A sick, perverted rapist.” He slapped her across the face with an animal brutality. She was caught by surprise, her head reeled, the taste of blood flooded her mouth. His hands mashed into her breasts and squeezed with angry fury to vent his feelings on her. She could feel his cock digging inside her like a shovel, trying to cause pain, trying to make her whimper and cry for mercy. It hurt. Her body was a lump of jangled, pounding nerves, her nipples felt like they would burst he squeezed the tits with such rage. But Dorothy refused to cry out, she held it all in and somehow managed to let out a loud, mocking laugh which rang in his ears and only increased his wrath.
