Kathy Andrews: Stepmother in ropes

Lynn felt frustrated tears running down her cheeks, tears of fear and humiliation. Just as she started to say something, a wide cloth gagged her.

Billy and Tony stood back, admiring their handiwork.

"You don't like it if we jack off, huh?" Billy sneered, pulling his cock from his pants. "You don't have any choice now. You can't get loose and you can't say anything."

Lynn's eyes glazed as she saw him pulling his cock from his pants, and she saw Tony doing it, too. Frightened as she was, her tits aching from the tightness of the rope, she couldn't take her eyes away. Each cock looked almost identical, but Billy's prick seemed to be larger.

To her surprise, Lynn felt her cunt twitching. She wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or because she felt degraded, being tied up this way, helpless. She couldn't pull her eyes away from them, watching the two boys pumping back and forth on those hard, cocks.

"Look at this, Lynn," Billy said. "Don't you wish you had this cock in you? I bet you'd like to fuck this cock, wouldn't you?"

"Naw, she wants to suck mine," Tony said. "Right, Lynn? How would you like it if I fucked your face? You look like you can give a great blow job. I've noticed your mouth and lips ever since I first saw you. You have cock sucking lips, you know."

Lynn began to sob, tears running from her eyes, yet she couldn't stop staring at their cocks. Her body was trembling, feeling a mixture of fear and strange excitement at the same time.

"Wanna see her tits?" Billy asked his brother.

Lynn tried to shout at them. She wanted to tell them if they stopped this now, she wouldn't say anything to their father when he got home. But all she could do was make incoherent, muffled sounds.

"Yeah, let's look at her tits!" Tony exclaimed.

Lynn closed her eyes in shame as she felt their hands moving about her tits, feeling them. The boys felt and squeezed her tits through her dress and bra. Then she heard a cutting sound and she opened her eyes. Billy was using a kitchen knife to cut away the top of her dress. She moaned in shame as Tony adjusted the rope on her nipples.

"Hey, look at those tits!" Tony said. "You ever see such pretty tits, Billy?"

"The finest ever," Billy replied. "Hell, Tony, they're the only tits we've ever seen."

"What about the pictures?"

"That don't count asshole," Billy sneered. "These are real, live tits we're looking at."

"Let's feel them again."

"Go ahead," Billy replied. "She can't do anything about it. Play with her tits all you want. Me, I'm gonna peek, at her cunt!"

Lynn thought she would faint. She kept her eyes tightly closed, unable to stop the flow of her tears. She no longer tried to say anything, but moaned softly, feeling so helpless, tied this way to the chair. There was no way she could stop them. She was at their mercy, and what they were saying frightened her horribly.

She felt Billy's hands pushing at her skirt, and she felt Tony's fingers twisting and pulling at her nipples. The head of Tony's cock brushed her upper arm, leaving a trail of moisture on it. The wetness of his cock seemed to sear her flesh.

Billy shoved her skirt as high as he could, but found it impossible to get it past her hips; she was sitting on it. He lifted it instead.

"Aw fuck, she's got panties on," he snorted.

Lynn could feel his eyes staring up her raised skirt as she felt Tony caressing and squeezing her flaked tits. She sobbed.

"Cut them off," Tony urged.

She felt the knife sliding under her panties, then it sawed through the thin material. As her panties flapped to one side, exposing the dark curls of her pussy, Lynn felt is if a cold breeze had wafted over her cunt.

"That's better," she heard Billy say. "Tony, look at that hair, would you? No girl in school has a bush like this. The only problem is, that's all I can see. She's gotta have a cunt here someplace."

"Feel for it," Tony laughed, squeezing her tits, pressing his cock against her bare arm. "Hey, Lynn, you ever get fucked in the armpit?" He giggled crazily, trying to press his cock into her armpit. "You like to fuck, Lynn? I bet you give the old man a great fuck, huh?"

Billy was running his hand into the hair of her cunt, and Lynn's ass jerked when his finger slipped down and made contact with her clit. It felt as if he had touched a match to it.

"Oooommmm!" she groaned, trying to wiggle in an effort to remove his finger.

"She likes it," Billy said, grinning up at her. "You like being felt up, don't you, Lynn?"

Her eyes bugged out as she strained against the ropes, unable to move more than half an inch in any direction.

Billy stroked her thighs, his hands light on her flesh. He caressed the hair of her cunt, but didn't try to feel her pussy again. Although her ankles were bound securely, her thighs remained together, and he couldn't get to her cunt.

Tony turned her tits loose and came around to peer under her lifted skirt, his eyes huge, glowing in excitement. Her arm felt as if it had been blistered by the pre-cum juices that seeped against it. Realizing there was no sense in struggling against the ropes, Lynn sat slumped, feeling degraded and humiliated.

The brothers felt her legs and cunt hair, becoming more and more aroused. She could fed their cocks rubbing against her legs now. They were jacking their cocks, she could tell.

"I sure would like to see her pussy," Tony said, his voice low and hoarse with, emotion. "You don't think she'll tell on us, do you, Billy?"

You're Goddamn right I'll tell, Lynn promised herself. I'll call your father as soon as I get loose. I'll catch the next plane and leave you little shitheads to your fucking perverse thrills.

"Naw," she heard Billy say. "She likes this, can't you tell, dummy? She really likes us feeling her, looking at our cocks. She's just a cock-hungry bitch, that's all."

"You think we could fuck her?" Tony asked.

"Probably," Billy said. "She probably gets fucked all the time when Dad is home."

Lynn wanted to scream. Liar! Fucking little punk liars! She had never been fucked by any man but Jake. She didn't like it when he fucked her, and she wouldn't like it if any other man fucked her, either.

Tony was trying to feel between her closed thighs, trying to get to her cunt. Billy was standing up again, gazing at her tits, stroking his cock slowly.

Lynn opened her eyes. Billy's cock was almost touching her face. She cringed, yet seemed mesmerized by his young cock. She could see his piss hole, opening and closing as be stroked that hard prick.

"Let's jack off on her, Billy," Tony said, giving up his search for her cunt and standing next to his brother. "Wanna come on her?"

"Why not?" Billy agreed. "We can come on her fucking tits and she can't stop us."

Lynn watched, horrified, as the boys started to jack off rapidly right in front of her eyes. Her tits strained out, nipples hard, feeling excitement in spite of her fear. Her eyes darted from cock to cock. She struggled against the tight ropes helplessly. She didn't want them to come on her, not on ha tits or any place on her body. All she wanted was to be let loose so she could hide her shame.

Their fists moved fast and faster, both of them arching their hips close to her tits, Tony to the right, Billy on the left. She felt Tony press the wet head of his cock against her nipple. She began to sob again, her eyes closed. She listened to them grunt and gasp as they pulled on those young cocks. All she could do was sit there and hope they would get it over with quickly. She wanted to run to her room and cry with humiliation. The faster they came, the quicker she could run.

"I think I'm gonna come!" Tony groaned. "You think, but I know I am," Billy said. Lynn felt the hot squirts of come splash over her nipples and the creamy flesh of her tits. The tears came hotter and faster as they came on her, and the feel of their slippery come seemed to be burning holes into her titflesh. Ha face turned red with shame, with helpless terror. Squirt after squirt of cum juice spattered her beautiful tits until they were drenched.