"Summer in bondage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER TWO

Bill's mouth approached her wide-open cunt. She moaned in pleasure as his mouth lightly touched her pussy lips. She felt a tremor of delight surge trough her body as his rough tongue dragged up and down her gash.

"Gee, Sis, you're already wet! Your cunt juice's dribbling down and making a pool on the bench top!"

"Shut up and fuck, damn you! I need your tongue all over me! Kiss my poor little cunny!"

"You asked for it!" he said. He dived back down to the tasty task. He made sure that his tongue tickled her tiny clit before moving back down the moist slash of her snatch.

The salty tang of her juices turned Bill on in a big way. There wasn't anything he loved in the world more than the taste of cunt juice. It was better than booze. And it had the added advantage of making him hard. He could feel the stirrings in his cock already. It wouldn't be long before he was stiff again.

Until then, he was going to give his little sister the eating out of her life. His tongue drove fiercely into her hole. He felt the velvety walls ripple and surge around his oral digit. Licking up and down the channel, he got a mouthful of love juice. He began sucking on the cunt lips.

Summer gasped with the sudden onslaught. Having her brother's tongue whirling around like a tornado in her cunt had sent tremors earthquaking throughout her body. Warmth and wetness seemed to flood throughout her being. She was drowned in the sudden sensations knifing into her belly. She was lost in a paradise of lust.

She loved the weak feeling that he created in her. Like jello, she shook and trembled in reaction to his tonguing of her twat. As he worked back along her sex slash, she knew what it was that turned her on the most.

It wasn't the wetness and roughness of his cock-hard tongue driving into her cunt. It wasn't the expert way he parted her labia and stimulated them. It wasn't even the way his tongue drove hard into her asshole.

All of those were turn ons. Sure, she got off on them. But the mental part was the biggest thrill of all.

She knew this wasn't just any guy sucking on her pussy ups, eating her out. It was her brother. Her very own brother!

Summer hiked up her legs and dangled them over Bill's shoulders. He was able to get into her cunt even better this way. She felt his nose burrowing around in her beaver. The hot breath sailed through her forest of pubic hair and made her even hotter. She wanted him to fuck her. Having his tongue on her clit was heaven. Letting her brother drive his tongue into her was paradise.

But she wanted him to fuck her!

Trembling and unable to even sit up any longer, she collapsed back onto the work bench. Bill's eager mouth worked up and down her snatch making sure not a singe inch was missed. His saliva mixed with the flood of her cunt juices. He then lapped them all up with lewd, obscenely loud noises.

"B… Bill," she croaked, her voice husky with sex, "I need you in me. No more mouth love! I need your hard cock in me, fucking me, making me feel like a woman!"

"Umph," came the answer. Bill's face was buried in her bush, his tongue still busily lapping away at her succulent juices. The feel of the soft skin of her inner thighs on each side of his head made him wild with passion for her.

He was as excited about fucking his own sister as she was having her brother screw her.

"Bill! I need you inside me! Fuck me, damn you, damn you, ohhhh!"

Summer gasped again as he drove his tongue as far up into her cunt as he could reach. He felt the soft, clinging walls oozing with her fuck fluids. The salty taste lingered in his mouth. As he spun his tongue back and forth, he could feel her sex lips hardening. Excited blood pounded hard into them making the fleshy flaps hard with lust.

He felt his own prick rising. He wasn't completely rigid yet, but it was good enough to get started. He knew what he wanted. It was right under his nose.

He wanted to fuck his own sister.

"Here goes, babe!"

He let her legs down on either side of his body and pulled her powerfully to him. Her snatch opened in wanton invitation to his turgid dick. He slid into her sheath of humid flesh easily.

Summer gasped as she felt the steely cock slain into her body. When their crotches ground together, she was catapulted to ecstasy. Her entire world centered in her cunt. The hot piston of flesh inside her was beginning to warm her guts. It slid, easily back and forth in the greased channel of her pussy until the friction threatened to burn them up with its intensity.

She clawed and gripped at her bother's shoulders. Passion totally possessed her. The cock fucking her was all that mattered. She could feel the broad, purpled head of his dick expand as it drove in and out. There wasn't a thing in the world she loved better than being fucked!

Having her own brother screwing her gave an added kinkiness to her that turned her on more than she'd ever been before. She couldn't understand it. His cock was long, a good eight inches from the way it shot so far up her juicy cunt, but it wasn't all that long. He wasn't thick though he managed to spread her pussy lips enough to stimulate her.

It had to be that he was her flesh and blood.

What they were doing wasn't right, yet it felt right. Nothing that was this good could be a sin. Summer thought that even though her mind was frosted over with the impact of sex.

As he started a methodical fucking, his cock was suddenly ripped from her cunt. She fell backwards on the work bench, momentarily stunned. She didn't know exactly what had happened. One second, Bill was fucking her just like she wanted, just like she needed.

The next he was gone.

When her eyes finally focused, she felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. They weren't alone. Her stepfather had entered and discovered them. From the way he staggered, it was obvious he'd been drinking.

"Wha'cha doing, you Goddamn slut?" he slurred. "You letting this son of a bitch fuck you? Goddamn, but he's your brother. What'd you think you're doing?"

"You don't have any business barging in here," snapped Bill. His cock still stuck out in front of his body, drenched in cunt juice.

"Hell I don't. You two're my kids. Gotta raise you right and whaddya do but fuck each other!"

"Look…" Summer started. She was cut off by a vicious back hand slap across the face.

"Speak when yer spoken to, you Goddamn whore." With the disconnected thinking of a drunk, he suddenly asked Bill, "What's all this about?"

"My CB radio. I fixed it up to hook onto a car battery. But I want you to leave us the hell alone!"

"Piss on that," their stepfather mumbled.

"And I don't want you hitting my sister like that. She didn't deserve that and…"

Bill was suddenly decked by a meaty fist. The room spun, and he almost passed out from the impact on his jaw. His stepfather stood over him, weaving slightly, and looking down.

"Fuckin' idiot. Don't try tellin' me what to do."

Bill surged to his feet and swung at his stepfather. The blow connected. But the man hardly seemed to feel it. He was used to bar room brawls and fighting while he was drunker than a skunk. He decked Bill again with a quick one-two combination.

As Bill fell, he hit his head on the edge of an old Army locker.

"You – you've killed him!" Summer cried. She rushed to Bill's side and felt for a pulse. There wasn't one that she could find. She tried to locate the pulse in his throat but was brutally yanked to her feet by her stepfather.

"Yer a right purdy piece of ass, ain't ya? Hardly never noticed it before. Old Bill's got good taste. What's it like here?" His thick fingers grabbed for her twat.

Summer tried to back away but couldn't. His hand clamped down painfully on her snatch.

"Quit that!" she moaned. "Quit it or I'll scream."

"Tough shit," he said. "Most everybody's sleep by now. Scream all you want. I think I'm gonna fuck you!"

Summer tried to back away from the drunken man. She couldn't escape his groping hands.

"Fuck you's what I'm gonna do!" He picked her up like she was weightless and dumped her down on the tool-strewn work bench. Re didn't bother trying to clear off a space. He dumped her in the nearest spot. She felt a hammer and a screwdriver poking into her back.

Then, he ripped off her flimsy nightgown. He stared at her naked body in such a way, she shivered. It wasn't just a look of lust, it was lust and hatred. She'd never realized how much her stepfather resented her and Bill until that moment.

"Gonna fuck you, yeah," he said.

His cock flipped out of his dingy jeans. It was short and stubby. Maybe five inches long, but, the sheer bulk of it frightened Summer. It was almost as thick as it was long. If he crammed that monstrous prick into her cunt, he'd rip her apart.

"No, think about it. We-we can come up with something. Say you hit Bill and he stumbled or something. We – ohhhhh!"

She almost passed out. His rough hands brutally thrust apart her legs. With a sudden stab, he drove his cock directly into her cunt. The pussy lips were tucked back into her juicy little tunnel, still damp from her fucking with Bill.

The pain jolted her up and down her spine. She felt the tools jabbing into her back. The pain of her stepfather's cock fucking her was the worst, though.

She could recover from the other. But the way his dick mercilessly tore at her insides filled her with pain.

"Stop, oh, please, stop, stop, stop!"

"Like it. You gotta tight one. Real tight little pussy."

His hips kept pistoning in and out. She tried to escape but couldn't. She was completely impaled by the shaft, thick spike of his dick. As she gripped at his shirt to push him off balance and escape, she felt his callused hands clamp down on her firm tits.

"Nice boobs," was all he said.

She slumped back to the bench. There wasn't any way in hell she could fight the man off. He was intent on raping her. She couldn't stop him. All she could do was wait and hope he wouldn't kill her like he had her brother.

She felt the big, hairy paws gripping at her jugs. The soft flesh began to flow like putty under the powerful grip. He fucked the hard tips of her breasts back and forth. In spite of herself, Summer felt her body reacting to the mangling it was receiving. Even though she was being raped, her body was betraying her; it was responding sexually to the assault.

"Like those. Nice."

He buried his face in the deep canyon between her marshmallowy tits. His tongue slurped and licked away at the valley. He began working his way up one of the slopes. When he got to the top, he opened his mouth and took in most of her boob.

When he bit down hard, she screamed.

"Shaddup or I'll hit you!" he snapped. He lowered his face back to her tit and began tonguing and nipping more gently at her flesh. The hard pebble of her nipple was a fierce red. He took it into his mouth. He began to gnaw away at the marble-sized nubbin of erectile flesh.

Summer felt the stabs of pain and delight go all the way down into her chest. She was confused. She didn't know what to do. Her own stepfather was drunkenly aping her after finding her making it with her own brother.

Now, he was biting and abusing her tit. He was driving his stubby, blunt prick in and out of her tiny twat with enough force to make her teeth chatter.

And she was responding to him!

She hated herself for it. But she could feel her cunt begin to water in response to the cock fucking her. She didn't want to, but her body seemed to be in command. The pain in her chest turned into joy. The savage mouthing he was giving her tits actually pleased her.

She wasn't able to keep it all straight in her mind. Confused, bewildered; she began to cry.

"Shaddup, damn your eyes, you little whore! You been fuckin' around with your brother. You can give me a little of the action."

She felt his dong ram into her tender little cunt again. She was openly crying. There was nothing more humiliating than this. She was being used. She was nothing more than a hole for this drunken pig to shove his cock into.

And she was enjoying it.

That was the part she hated the most. She was actually responding to his mistreatment. Every time his dong speared hard into her sensitive pussy, she felt a surge of pleasure knife into her body. His dong was so thick, she knew it had to be ripping her wide open. And she loved the way it felt.

Confused, dismayed at what was happening, she tried to lay back and take it.

It wasn't easy.

She concentrated on the way his dong was reaming her out. His fucking motion was erratic, uneven. He was so drunk he was almost falling down. His forty-horsepower breath sickened her as it gusted into her face. The feel of his heavy hands on her delicate tits caused shudders of horror to vibrate through her body.

Most of all, the feelings in her body as he fucked her were what mattered the most. The sensation wasn't all that unpleasant in spite of all the other things that had happened.

She enjoyed the way his prick dipped into her twat to stimulate her. His pubic hair rubbed against her clit. Each feathery touch sent a lightning bolt of delight into her belly. With the cock so avidly fucking her manhole, there was nothing else she could think about. She had to take it.

Her stepfather seemed to be getting his rocks off. He had an evil leer on his face as he stuffed his pecker into her. He grunted each time he leaned forward. With his cock buried inside her cunt, the girl was totally at his mercy. She could do nothing.

"Got a tight aunt, don't ya, whore?" "Please, please!"

"Want more of it, huh? Okay!"

He increased the force of his fucking. Each in-out stroke smashed hard into her body. She found herself drifting away on the winds of sex. She was enjoying the rape. It was horrifying for her to think about it, but it was happening. She was actually enjoying being raped by her own stepfather.

Summer groaned as the feelings began to well up inside her. The plummeting cock had sent off hidden depth charges in her body. She knew that she would climax in a few more minutes if he kept up his merciless hammering at her cunt.

Each excursion into her belly warmed her. The friction of his huge battering ram of manmeat burned in her loins. Liquid fire puddled up in her stomach. Her spine was arched to take him as deeply as possible up her cunt. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be raped.

She was enjoying the degradation, the humiliation of the scene.

Her pussy lips were bruised from the telephone pole of cock screwing in and out of her twat. She realized the only way of ending this, of making things straight in her own head, was to get him to come. She would have to do everything she could to bring him off or he might fuck her all night long.

She couldn't stand the thought of that.

Using her stomach muscles, she clamped down powerfully on his prick as it fucked into her juicy cunt. He grunted in response. She tried to hold him inside her, to make him come. He managed to pull out amid a flow of her inner oils. There was an obscene smucking noise as he broke the vacuum created by his monster prick and her strong cuntal muscles.

She tried a different tack. Her body was fast approaching the paint of no return. She was going to climax in a short time unless something drastic was done.

Twisting and thrashing around on the table, she hunched up to meet his every thrust. She managed to take his short length deeply into her body. She shivered with the feel of the massive plug stopping up her pussy. She took it. She had to. There was no other way for her to bring the drunken, crazed man off.

It worked. She rotated around the spike of his flesh impaling her. He grunted, then began to emit animal noises. His hips thrust forward faster and faster. His cock seared as it penetrated hot cunt and reamed her out.

"God, slut, you're tiiight!" he grunted. Then he came.

She felt the torrents of white hot jizz blasting into her body. It was a horrible feeling. Usually, she dug the hell out of it. This was what she normally loved. Now it terrified her. She was disgusted and angry. She was being used as a convenient socket to stuff a prick into and not treated as a human being.

Still, she used her muscles to milk him of all his come. The walls of her cunt collapsed around his dick and pulled out each and every drop of his come. She squeezed and rippled the walls of her pussy until the last drop of jism was drained from her stepfather's balls.

He staggered back, panting. He put one hand out and braced himself against the wall. He said in a mushy voice, "Damn tight cunt, you little bitch, damn tight."

He sat down heavily. In a few seconds, be was asleep. Not daring to move, the raped girl watched until she was suit he had either passed out or gone to sleep from his exertion in raping her.

She quickly went to where her brother lay. He hadn't moved. She felt for a pulse and found none. Her step-father had really killed Bill. The teenager's body was beginning to row cold and stiffen with rigor mortis.

Summer stood and pulled the tatters of the nightgown around her body. There was no way she could stay wound here. Even if the courts believed her that her stepfather had killed Bill, she'd be put into a detention home. She didn't have any other relatives now that Bill was dead.

There was only one thing she could do. She had to run away. And it had to be tonight.

She started out of the garage when the thought occurred to her that it would be nice to take a momento of her brother along. Her eyes drifted over the cluttered work bench to the last citizen's bend radio her brother had been working on.

It didn't have a power supply. She had heard him say all it took was to hook the two leads up to a car battery, then talk into the mike. That was so easy, she figured she could do it. The entire rig was light; it didn't weigh more than three pounds. She figured it must be all solid state gadgets inside the small metallic grey case.

She carried the last thing Bill had worked on out of the shop, vowing to vanish. She couldn't stay around here. Not now.

She was on her own.