Then Tony let go with a stream of golden color piss directly into her face.
Lynn clamped her lips tightly, groaning a protest at this degradation. The hot piss against it cunt and in her face embarrassed her to the point of blushing. She tried turning her face away from the stream of piss, but Tony followed her. He pissed on her cheek, arching his cock to piss on her tits, then back into her face again. Her hair, still dragging on the floor, became soaked in piss, too.
They kept pissing on her. When Billy drew his cock downward to piss an her thighs, then back up to her stomach and down to her cunt again. Lynn came again. Her cunt contracted with spasms of orgasm, and she turned her lace back into the steam of Tony’s hot piss, feeling it spraying over her clenched lips. When Tony moved to piss onto her tits again, she moaned, wanting him to keep pissing into her face.
The boys giggled lewdly, drawing designs on her body with golden piss. When they finished, they shook their cocks, sending the last drops onto her flesh, then they wiped their piss holes on her skin. Billy rubbed his cock on her creamy smooth inner thighs, and Tony wiped his prick on her forehead.
Only then did they turn her loose, leaving her still arched over the barrel as they went back into the house.
CHAPTER SIX
Lynn got to her feet, feeling shaky. Her hair hung wetly about her shoulders, her face, drenched in piss. The piss ran down her body as it trickled to her feet. Her cunt was filled with cum, and the taste of Tony’s cum lingered in her mouth and on her tongue. She felt so humiliated, she wanted to cry.
None of it had been so bad, though, as when they had opened the garage door and that kid on the bicycle had seen her, naked and helpsless, tied to the wall. She didn’t understand why she had come at that precise moment.
Any woman, bound up and being tortured with whips ad clothespins, should be insane by now. Yet Lynn found only pleasure. She had been tortured and fucked in her cunt and mouth, cum spewed into her body from both ends, her tits bruised and her cunt aching, but all she felt was that strange feeling of gratification.
She entered the house, feeling more exposed than ever. She was still naked, of course, but her emotions had been exposed. She had enjoyed being fucked by Billy, enjoyed taking Tony’s cock into her mouth. And, she confessed to herself, she had even enjoyed having Tony come in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around, still tasting his come juice. That was her biggest surprise; she had enjoyed — no, loved it — when he came in her mouth. That first spurt wasn’t so good, but the more he came, the better it tasted. The throbbing of his cock as he came had burned sweetly between her lips.
Entering the living room and going to the stairs, she saw her stepsons sitting on the floor, watching television. She gazed at their backs, then quickly started up the stairs. They had paid no attention to her. Lynn felt disappointed. They had abused her, used her for their own pleasure, now they wanted nothing to do with her.
Sinking into the tub, her body aching, Lynn felt she should be angry as hell with them. Yet she was hurt because they had not so much as looked at her when she came in. She should call their father, tell him what was going on, but she couldn’t bring herself to phone him!
Drying her body, she saw a number of bruises on her smooth flesh, mostly on her flawlessly shaped tits. She ran a finger over them, caressing the bruises almost tenderly, lovingly.
She went into her bedroom and lay down on the enormous bed, her body fidgety. She opened and closed her legs, shoving her tits into the mattress. She relived the things her stepsons had done to her, and she wished they would come to her now, fuck her and let her suck those cocks.
She ran her tongue over her lips, pressing her cunt into the bed, legs tight together. She began imagining what she would do with those two boys if they came to her. She felt her face grow warm as her imagination became more and more erotic. She felt ashamed of herself, but even in her shame she wanted more of them.
She fell asleep, still wondering about the abrupt changes in her mind and body.
The ringing of the telephone by her bed woke her up.
Goggily, she placed it to her ear and said a sleepy hello.
She woke up quickly when she heard the sound of her husband’s voice.
Panickly, she looked about the room and saw she was alone. She could tell Jake now, beg him to come home, tell him she could not handle the boys. She wanted to tell him the things they had done to her, the things they could still do to her if he didn’t come home immediately.
Instead, she found herself telling him everything was fine, the boys behaving very well. As she talked on the phone, she heard the boys racing up the stairs.
Seeing them enter the room, eyes glaring with threats, Lynn trembled.
“They’re here, if you’d like to talk to them, darling.” She held out the phone to Billy. “Your father wants to talk to you.”
Billy’s anger smoldered on his young face as he greeted his father. His expression changed when he heard his father congratulating him on obeying his stepmother.
“She’s nice, Dad,” he said into the phone. “Tony and I sure like her. She’s the best mother a boy could have.”
When Billy hung up, he looked at Lynn, perplexed. She lay back on the bed, still naked, her now-dry hair fanning about her lovely face on the pillow. She crooked one knee, her cunt showing, and she placed one hand on her tit. Her eyes gave him a warm look and a smile curled on her moist lips.
Tony, too, looked in surprise at his stepmother.
“You didn’t tell him about us?” Billy asked.
“No,” she whispered.
“Why the fuck not?” Tony demanded. “You had your chance.”
The boys were still naked, and Lynn gazed at their young cocks and balls. She licked her lips suggestively.
“I’m not sure,” Lynn whispered, caressing her naked tit as she looked at them, hoping they would get harder. “I just couldn’t. Maybe when he comes home, I’ll tell him.”
Tony and Billy looked at each other suspiciously.
“Why wait?” Billy asked.
“Because…” Lynn licked her lips again. “Because I want to… I want you to fuck me, that’s why.”
“Well, kiss my ass!” Billy laughed. “That, too,” Lynn murmured.
It was then she saw their cocks lifting, swelling into hardness.
“I don’t believe it!” Tony said. “You mean you like what we’re doing to you?”
“I… think so,” she admitted.
“Well, kiss my fucking ass!” Billy said again.
Lynn’s face burned. “I said I would. I said I’d kiss your ass, Billy.”
“Really?”
“Turn it around and I’ll prove it,” Lynn whispered, her hips writhing gently.
With a hoarse laugh, Billy turned his back to his stepmother, arching his naked ass toward her face.
Lynn lifted her head and planted her lips on one cheek of his ass, giving him a wet kiss. She darted the tip of her tongue out, licking his ass cheek lightly.
Tony watched, his cock throbbing at full hardness now. He climbed onto the bed, spreading his stepmother’s thighs. Lynn made no resistance now. With her lips kissing Billy’s ass, she reached for Tony’s cock and pulled it to her cunt.
“Fuck me, Tony,” she murmured, glancing at him, then starting to kiss Billy’s ass again. “Fuck me, please.”
She hissed as the swollen head of Tony’s cock slithered into her cunt, her lips lifting to meet it. She crushed her moist lips to Billy’s ass, her tongue lapping his ass wetly.
Tony thrust his cock into her tight cunt, and Lynn moaned and shoved her cunt upward, taking his cock deep. When Tony began fucking her, she ran her lips and tongue all over Billy’s asscheeks, to the base of his spine and up and down the crack of his ass. Her hips churned, thrashing with his cock. Billy leaned over, his hands braced on his knees, waggling his ass against her face.
Lynn could hardly believe she was licking a tight, teenaged ass and taking another teenage
d cock, doing it of her own free will.
Tony’s cock plunging into her cunt felt good, very good. She lifted her ass arching her pussy to him, grinding her hips. The filling of her cunt created an intensely hot sensation between her thighs, and the heat of Billy’s ass against her lips and tongue sent shivers of lewd ecstasy through her.
She could feel herself building toward an orgasm, and she churned frenziedly with Tony’s cock. Her tongue raced up and, down Billy’s squirming ass. Her orgasm grew and grew. She moaned in pleasure.
“Ohhhh,” she whimpered. “Ohhhhh, I want to come! Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me hard!”
With the sensation of impending orgasm, she jerked her mouth away from Billy’s ass, grasping Tony’s hips and churning violently, swinging her crotch up and down in a frantic attempt to come. She was so close, so very close.
“Fuck me!” she screamed, jerking his cock into her pussy hard. “Fuck me, fuck me! I want to come… come so badly!”
Billy was watching them fuck, seeing how frantic his stepmother was. Her ass banged in furious thrusts, her pleas to came loud.
Tony grunted and slammed deep into her cunt, splashing her with come.
Lynn went wild, her ass bucking frantically, “Na, not now!” she screamed. “You’re coming too soon! You’ve got to make me come, Tony!”
But it was too late; his cock flooded her, with squirting thick come, then Tony slumped on top of her. Lynn, sobbing with frustration, lay with her legs wide apart, her arms spread out.
“Damn, damn it! I didn’t come,” she moaned. “You came too fucking fast! Qh, please, make me come! Billy, you fuck me! Please, fuck me!”
Tony rolled off, panting.
Billy crawled between his stepmother’s thighs, and before he could push the head of his cock into her cunt, Lynn shot her hips up, driving her cunt onto his cock hard. She wailed as she fucked him, her legs shooting into the air and waving, her neck arched back, face tormented with wild, erotic need.
“Fuck it, fuck it!” she screamed, thrashing about on the bed, making it hard for Billy to stay between her legs. “Fuck my cunt! Fuck my hot pussy! I’ve got to come… or go out of my mind. Please, make me come!”
Lynn pulled her legs high, her ass doubling upward until Billy was almost standing, plunging his cock into his stepmother’s cunt hard, his balls slapping her asshole.
Lynn churned, crying in frustration, her orgasms so close, yet so far away. She beat on the bed with her fists, biting so hard on her lip she tasted blood.
Tony sat with his legs crossed, watching the frantic fuck. Lynn had come so easily before, and he didn’t know why she didn’t come now.
Billy thrust harder and deeper into his stepmother’s searing cunt, grunting loudly.
Lynn began to beat furiously against the mattress, tears streaming from her eyes. Her naked, uplifted ass jerked wildly as her orgasms swelled in agonizing pain. She tried to devour Billy’s cock with her cunt, yearning to pull it deeper and harder to her pussy. Her sobs became loud. She could feel Billy getting ready to come.
“Don’t cum! Don’t cum! I… can’t! Don’t come yet! Oh, Goddamn, Goddamnit! Shit, fuck, piss, make me come!”
“I gotta…” Billy exploded into her cunt, gushing powerful spurts of thick come into her clutching cunt.
Lynn screamed her protest as her pussy filled, her ass shaking in wild movements, her fists pounding, head twisting, hair fanning her pretty face as she willed — tried to will — her cunt to orgasm.
She failed to cum.
Billy pulled his glistening cock out of her drenched cunt, falling to his side, gasping.
Lynn dropped her ass to the bed, curling up on her side, and cried with frustration.
“Why? Why can’t I come?” The deep throbbing scalded her cunt. Her clit was so hard and swollen, it ached. Her pussylips seemed to open and close, as though her pussy was trying to ask for more cock. Her naked body twitched, and the more she tried to strain it, the more it twitched.
She felt a hand on her back.
“Go away!” she snapped. “Just go the fuck away!”
“Aw, let’s leave the cunt alone,” Billy said, getting off the bed. “We fucked her, and we can always fuck her again later.”
Lynn watched her stepsons leave through the haze of her tears. She wanted to call them back, plead with them to make her come. They liked to hear her beg, she knew. It excited them when she begged to be fucked. Yet, she kept her mouth shut, making a firm resolve to tell their father.
After the boys left, she searched frantically for the telephone number where Jake was supposed to be. It was nowhere around. She jerked open drawers, scattering various items about the room.
“Fucking punk kids,” she snarled under her breath. “Don’t know how to make a girl cum. I’ll fix them, the lousy assholes!”
She stood in the clutter, sobbing, frustrated, calling her stepsons every dirty name she could think of.
Flinging herself on the bed, Lynn began to fingerfuck her cunt viciously.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lynn was left alone by her stepsons for a few days.
It puzzled her. Were they tired of her already? How could that be? she thought. They had only been fucking her two days, tying her up and fucking her against her will.
They were gone a lot, too, and she had been expecting calls constantly to get them out of trouble. She was also expecting to be abused at any moment, to have them sneak up on her, grab her when she least expected it, then tie her up a some lewd, helpless position and abuse her.
She had mixed emotions. On one hand she wanted them stay away from her, but on the other hand she found she missed the things they had done to her.
Then, a few days later, as she came down the stairs, her stepsons grabbed her swiftly by her arms.
“I thought… come on, guys,” she said. “Enough is enough. Please, don’t start it all over again.”
Ignoring her, she was taken into the den. Worried, she looked about, wondering if they had arranged some unseen methods of torture in the den, but the room was dim, the drapes pulled over the double sliding doors.
Tony turned her arm loose and flicked the light switch.
Lynn saw what they had done, and her eyes went wide. She cringed against Billy’s restraining hand.
“No! God, no!”
In the center of the floor, they had somehow secured an enormous rubber cock to it. A foot or or so on each side were hooks embedded into the floor. The rubber cock was really huge, larger than her husband’s cock. It was, or looked to be, a good foot long, with an intricately shaped head that looked real.
Billy removed his belt from his pants, a leather belt with a lethal-looking buckle. He swung it around in a threatening manner.
Tony came back to stand at his brother’s side.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice shaking with fear, gazing at the rubber cock. “Don’t hurt me, please. I haven’t done anything to you guys. Don’t hurt me.”
“We won’t, Lynn,” Billy said, swinging the belt around menacingly. “But only if you do exactly as we tell you. You mind what we say, and you won’t get hurt.”
Lynn shivered, once again controlled by two teenaged boys with sadistic desires. It was a world of insanity, a world she never thought existed. No one had ever wanted to hurt her or abuse her in such fiendish ways. But she had never known anyone like Billy and Tony, either.
“Are you gonna do what we tell you?” Billy asked, tapping the belt lightly against her ass. “We’re not gonna wait all day for your answer.”
Lynn shut her eyes, holding her head down shame, her fists clenched at her hips. Biting her lips, she nodded.
“That ain’t good enough, cunt,” Billy said, hitting her ass hard. “You gotta tell us not just move your fucking head!”
“Yes,” Lynn whispered softly.
“You wanna get hurt bad?” Billy demanded.
“God, no!”
“You gonna do what we say, then?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Make her do it now, Billy,” Tony urged. “She’s gotta promise first,” Billy said, swinging his belt against Lynn’s ass, hard enough to sting.
“I do,” Lynn murmured, flinching, her ass cheeks clutching from the slight pain.
“Do what?” Billy said in a harsh voice, swinging the leather belt above her straining tits.
“Ohhh, don’t, please!” Lynn moaned. Billy lashed out at her tits.
Her tits stung, especially her nipples that had taken the brunt of the belt.
“I-I promise. Oh, God, I promise!”
“You’re learning, Lynn,” Billy said, pleased.
The belt continued to flick about, threateningly. From lowered eyelashes, Lynn watched it warily, anticipating another blow.
“Squat down right where you are, bitch,” Billy said.
Lynn sank slowly, her knees bending, her head still lowered in passive shame. She squatted, her knees together, the hem of her skirt covering her feet.
“Pull your fucking dress back, cunt,” Billy snarled and swung the belt against her knees. “Pull your skirt way back to your ass!”
Her hands shook as she obeyed, refusing to look up at Billy. Her long thighs were exposed as she pulled her skirt to her waist.
“Open your fucking knees, cocksucker!”
Lynn spread her knees, but not wide enough to suit Billy. The belt crashed down on her sensitive flesh, and she quickly widened her knees. The crotch of bet panties was exposed.
Then she hung her head in shame, something Billy didn’t like.
“Sit up straight, asshole!” he demanded. “Sit up straight and make your tits stick out. And don’t try to close your eyes; you gotta keep them open and look at us.”
Lynn straightened her back, arching her shapely tits out, nipples straining. She remembered that she had not put a bra on this morning, something she never failed to do previously. She glanced at her tits, seeing her nipples swell against her light, cotton blouse. Her face flamed with shame, yet she was acutely aware that her cunt was starting to throb and pulsate and that the tight crotch of her panties was starting to become moist as her pussy seeped.
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