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"Follow the lines," Marcia said, her voice thick with lust. "Follow them right up to my pussy."

Jane did just as her niece ordered, starting at the delicate ridges of the girl's ankles and licking her way slowly, lovingly up her legs. She used her tongue to collect every bit of the pussycream that had slipped from the stacked blonde's pretty pink pussy.

"Go on," Marcia said when Jane had licked and kissed her way up to the quivering wet pouch of her cunt. "Stick your pretty mouth on my cunt and lick me dry."

With a moan of complete abandon, Jane plunged her face right into the inviting pink pocket of Marcia's pussy. She drove her face between the delicate outer lips of her pussy, sticking her tongue as far inside Marcia as she could. Marcia's hands twisted in her hair, holding her tightly in place.

She slithered her tongue into every nook and cranny of the teenager's pussy. She wrapped her arms around Marcia's lush ass and ran her hands all over the perfectly tanned and rounded asscheeks. She kissed and nibbled at the sexy teenager's cunt-lips and flicked her tongue over her clit until the girl was trembling with passion.

Marcia ground her hips against her aunt's beautiful face, thrusting her cunt against Jane's mouth as though she was being fucked instead of eaten. One orgasm after another fired through her long, lean body, and her cunt-cream poured down over Jane's chin and cheeks. In the middle of her string of orgasms Marcia pissed right into Jane's face, right into her open mouth. The slavish beauty never stopped pleasuring Marcia's cunt, even when she was choking on a mouthful of steaming hat piss.

"That's enough," Marcia said, after what seemed to Jane far too short a time. She stepped back and stared at Jane's filthy, beautiful, eager face. "Now I've got to clean you up and dress you and fix that pretty hair. It's time for you to show off how much we've taught you."

Jane trembled with fear, trembled with excitement. She trembled too with the heed for a hard cock, or a wet cunt, or a whip or chain or something else to hurt her or bind her.

CHAPTER TEN

"Hello, Jane," Don Seabring said, a slight smile on his face. "Glad to see that you finally made it."

"No!" Jane screamed, her beautiful eyes going wide with terror at the sight of her brother and his huge cock. "Mike! Marcia! No! No, no, no, no, no!"

"They're gone," Don said with a grin. "And yes. A dozen times yes."

There were other men in the room, too.

All of them were naked, their adult male bodies hairy and hard, their cocks huge and stiff. Jane looked from one to another of them in terror. Her mind blanked at the idea of what was going to happen now. And there was no escape. She was bound and locked in the room. There was nothing that was going to stop her brother and the other men in the room from using her luscious body in every way they wanted.

"She looks just like a little girl," one of the men said. "Just like a sexy little girl."

It was the truth. Marcia had taken great care to dress her in just that way. Jane was wearing a short skirt, a prim white blouse and cute, flat heeled black shoes. But Marcia hadn't given Jane a bra, and her upthrust tits pressed against the thin cloth of her blouse like a pair of sharp tipped torpedoes. And she hadn't given Jane any panties, so underneath the short cotton shirt Jane's tight ass and shaved pink pussy were bare and vulnerable.

Jane's hands were tied behind her back with a thick strand of rope. Her hair was done in two long ponytails and draped down her back. Jane knew she must look like the picture of the pretty schoolgirl to the hard-cocked men who filled the room. And it was obvious from the way they were looking at her that the image was turning them all on.

Twelve men. Twelve huge, hard cocks. Jane looked frantically from one man to another, trying to convince herself that she was unconscious and that everything she was seeing was some kind of horrible nightmare.

"No, Don!" Jane whimpered, tears streaming down her pretty, pale face. "Not you! Not my own brother!"

"Shit, I've been looking for a bitch to play some rough games with every since my wife died. Never thought the one I'd wind up with would be my own fucking sister. You love it, though, we both know that. So just let me sit down here, and you lean down over my lap. I'm going to give you a spanking, you naughty slut. And then we're all going to fuck your sexy ass off!"

Don sat down on a chair and patted his lap. Jane stared down at his huge, throbbing cock and his big, meaty hand. As if she had no will of her own, she walked up to him and lowered herself down over his lap.

Don's cock was like a burning hot sausage against her stomach. Jane could feel it burning her through the white cotton blouse she was wearing. She gasped with fear when he flipped her short plaid skirt up over her sexy asscheeks. The other men had gathered around to watch her spanking. Jane craned her neck to look at them. All she could see were stiff cocks and leering, lusting faces.

She screamed when Don brought his hand whipping down against her creamy asscheeks. Her sexy ass jiggled wildly and a red hand-print blossomed on her silky skin. He slapped her again, overlaying the first print with a second. Then he hit her a third time. And a fourth. Don's hand was so big that he couldn't really pick his target. When he hit his sultry sister's ass his hand covered the while silky bubble of firm, full flesh.

Jane's ass was burning. Don spanked her hard and fast, leaving no more than a few seconds between each downward rush of his palm. Jane couldn't keep herself from squirming on his lap, even though she knew that her writhing about was making his cock harder. She could feel his fuck-lube already, wetting her skin through the thin fabric of her white cotton blouse.

"You love it, don't you?" Don asked, pounding her sexy ass with one hand as he reached under her with the other and mauled her tits. "You'd love it if I took my belt off and beat the shit out of you, wouldn't you?"

Jane tried not to answer. She knew that this was the final degradation. Her most terrible fear had always been of being fucked by a grown man. But her cunt was dripping from the beating her brother was giving her. She trembled with fear at just the thought of not answering him.

"Yes, Don," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I love getting a spanking from my sexy big brother. I'd love it even more if you'd take off your belt and whip the shit out of my slutty ass!"

"What a whore," one of the men muttered.

"Let's fuck the slut now," another said.

"Yesssssss!" Jane hissed, squirming her sleek body sensually on her brother's lap. "Fuck the whore! Fuck her now!"

"All right, sis," Don said, puffing her off his lap and setting her on her feet. "You want it, you're going to get it."

Jane could feel her pussy-cream slithering down her silky inner thighs as her brother stood up in front of her. He was well over six feet tall, and he towered over Jane. He grabbed the collar of her thin white blouse and ripped the buttons off with deliberate ease.

Jane gasped as her full, firm tits tumbled into the open for all the men to see. Her nipples were rock-hard. When Don pinched them with his strong fingers, Jane moaned with passion, sagging forward into his body.

"Get off me, you stinking slut!" Don shouted, grabbing Jane by her bound arms and lifting her off the floor. He flung her across the room and she landed hard on the big bed that sat in the corner. "I've been waiting for this for years, cunt! From this day forward, you fucking belong to me!"

Jane was stunned from her impact against the bed. By the time she could make sense out of what was happening, Don was on the bed with her, yanking her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms to where her wrists were tied together. He grabbed her tits and crushed them against her chest, bringing a squeal of pain from Jane's lips.