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| Lacey Jackson was humming softly to herself as she watched Brian drive away. Ever the gentleman, he had seen her safely to her door, and with a last sweet kiss that left her breathless, he'd gone back to his car. It was getting more and more difficult to resist giving in to the physical desire she felt being with him, but she was determined to wait. She prized her virginity highly, and had vowed she would not give it away lightly. Still, they had explored quite a bit together, and when he ran his hands over her breasts, it drove her wild, and made her ache with need. So far, they had not been bold enough to touch each other below the waist, but she longed to know what it felt like to have a man touch her between her legs. As the taillights faded in the distance, she opened the door, and moved into the foyer. As she heard the loud voices coming from the living room, her smile faded. ~Damn it~ she thought ~He's got his poker buddies over again. Maybe I can get upstairs before he sees me~ Quietly, Lacey moved toward the stairs, hoping against hope that the folding doors to the room might be closed, but of course, they weren't. The four men seemed intent on something on the television, but just as she passed the room, her stepfather's voice called out, "Hey, Little Girl, get in here and say hello." He was quite drunk as usual. Lacey heaved a deep sigh, and turned to go into the room, feeling her hatred swell for the odious man once more. He had been in her life much too long, as far as she was concerned. Her real father had died when Lacey was 12, leaving her, her mother, and her younger sister Melissa alone. Lacey loved her mother dearly, but she was one of those women that needed taking care of. She was pretty in a fragile sort of way, pale and blonde, with big dark eyes. Melissa had inherited her paleness and clinging ways, so Lacey had been the one to try to take care of the other two. For two years, they had managed fairly well with the life insurance money that Mr. Jackson had left, but then things began to get tight financially. Lacey was too young at 14 to be able to help much in that respect, and Melissa, being 11 at the time, certainly could not. Then Mrs. Jackson had met Jonathon. Jonathon Masters was a handsome smooth talker. He liked delicate women, as he was a big man, and liked to make them feel protected at first, then he could dominate them later. He was immediately drawn to Doreen the moment he saw her, and when he found out she was single, he moved in. Lacey had hated him from the moment he came into their house to meet them. His eyes had moved over her slowly from the crown of her thick dark hair, down to her bare toes. She had stared into his muddy eyes with her own clear blue ones, and she knew then that things would never be the same. He had convinced their mother to marry him very quickly, and then he moved in. He ignored the girls for the most part, unless he was watching them out of the corner of his eye. Melissa was not bothered by him, but Lacey hated him more and more each day. The first time he had ever struck her mother, she'd flown at him and scratched his face, before he shoved her into the wall. Lately though, ever since Melissa had turned 18, he had been studying both girls with more interest than before, and it made Lacey very uncomfortable. Now, as she stood in the doorway, being ogled by the four men, she remembered that she was alone in the house with them, as her mother had gone to visit an old school friend for the weekend, and Melissa was spending the night at her best friend's house. "Come on in here, Little Girl, and be sociable for a minute." Jonathon gave her a look, and she moved a bit closer. "Boys, you remember Lacey don't you?" "She sure has grown up Johnny boy!" They all laughed at this, eyeing her as if she were a juicy steak and they were a pack of hungry wolves. "You been behaving yourself tonight, Little Girl?" Jonathon looked her over, as if he were trying to see through her clothes, to her naked flesh beneath. "Of course I have." "Hmmm....I don't know.....you look kinda rumpled to me. What do you boys think?" They all agreed, and he motioned to her. "Come here to me, Girl. I want to make sure you ain't been doing things you shouldn't." Lacey felt a twinge of fear suddenly. "I certainly will not. I'm going upstairs now, and go to sleep." "Not until you come here, you're not. Get over here to me, now." His voice was harsh, and all the eyes that were fastened on the girl were very unfriendly. Deciding it was best to comply for the moment, she moved over to her stepfather, who quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on his lap, where she could feel his cock pressing into her bottom. He pressed his nose to her neck and sniffed, sliding his arm around her waist to hold her still. "You smell of sex, Lacey Girl. You been fucking that boy?" "What? No!" She was shocked slightly that he would ask such a thing, and furious as well. "I'm not sure I believe you. After all, look at how you dress for him." This particular night, she had worn a sleeveless white blouse, buttoned up the front, over a thin bra that felt silky against her skin. This was paired with a denim miniskirt, that was not too short, but still showed off her shapely legs, and white sandals. "You make sure he has easy access to everything you've got." Lacey tried to rise, but Jonathon held her firmly. "Look at how easily he can play with your tits." He suddenly slid his free hand across her chest, making her gasp involuntarily. It didn't help that she was already aroused by her time with Brian, and that the feel of the cloth against her skin was very stimulating. Immediately, her nipples were turgid, and her stepfather laughed. "See, she likes being touched." "Let me go! I hate you!" She had never said that to him before, even though she knew he knew that, but the words slipped out. His face grew even harder, and he snarled, "Well, we'll see about that, you little bitch." Pausing, he grinned suddenly. "Although, if you're just dead set against what we're about to do with you, I can always call for Melissa to come home. I know she'd be a grand fuck as well, probably better than you, and she wouldn't fight me. She would just do what she was told, no matter what." He stared her straight in the eye, and Lacey felt ill. She knew he was right. Melissa would come home as told, and she would allow these men to do whatever they wanted to her, because she was instructed to do so. She might cry and she might lose her mind, but her body would be theirs for the night. Lacey knew she couldn't allow it. She had to protect her sister at any cost. She glared at this vile man, who was still running his hand over her breasts, and said, "You leave my sister alone, you bastard." "I will....if you cooperate and give me what I want....what we want....after all, we're all damned horny, and you can ease that up for us. If you won't, 'Lissa will." "Damn you to Hell Jonathon...." His only response was to laugh at her, and the others joined in. He pulled her more tightly against his body, satisfied that she would give herself to them to save her sister. "First of all, lets get you out of this blouse." The television was forgotten as the other three men watched him unbutton her blouse slowly, making certain to caress her breasts teasingly as he did so. Despite her hatred of him and the situation she found herself in, Lacey could not deny what the touching was doing to her body. She felt herself growing wet, and cursed the fact that she was so susceptible to having her breasts touched. Jonathon ground his cock into her bottom again, and finished unbuttoning her blouse, sliding it off her shoulder, and leaving her clad in her thin tan bra, and skirt. "Leroy, why don't you help the little lady with her shoes....take 'em off." "Glad to!" The short, stocky man got up from his chair and ran his fingers up each leg first, up to the hem of her skirt, grinning at her, then he removed each shoe and tossed it aside. The other two had their hands resting on their crotches, stroking themselves through their jeans. Jonathan moved his fingers over the thin material of her bra, and Lacey felt her nipples grow even harder, when he rubbed his thumb in circles over them. He had removed his arm from around her waist, and was now using both hands on her. She couldn't help herself. She moaned softly, hating herself even as she did so. "Oh, yeah, Johnny Boy, she loves that!" One of the other men watching stroked himself harder, grinning. "Of course she does," Jonathon remarked. "She's been needing a real man to show her what fucking is all about...and I'm just the man to do it." Hearing that, Lacey tried to twist away from him, but he laughed at her efforts, and pressed his thumbs down harder, making her moan again. "You'll beg for it before tonight is over, you little bitch..." "Never." She almost spat the words at him, through clenched teeth. He looked down at Leroy, and said "Take her skirt off." "Mmmm....glad to!" She felt the man's hands on the front of her skirt, unfastening the closure and then sliding it down over her hips. She began to struggle again, but stopped as soon as her stepfather said coldly "Maybe we should call 'Lissa to come home after all...." Her heart was pounding wildly, as now she sat on his lap, clad only in her matching underwear, finding her panties slowly growing more and more wet, at the deft manipulation of her breasts. Leroy put his hands on her knees and spread her legs apart, leaning in and burying his nose in her crotch, taking in her scent. The tip of his nose brushed her engorged clit, and she gave a small cry, her head dropping back against her stepfather's shoulder. "Oh, she liked that a lot, Leroy. Do it again." He nuzzled between her legs, pushing them farther apart, and she felt Jonathan's fingers moving under the band of her bra, and now resting on her bare flesh. "So ripe..." he murmured in her ear, and pressed his lips to the side of her throat, pushing her bra up now, so the others could see her beautiful breasts. "Oh God..." one of the others moaned, and she heard him rise from his seat. In the next instant, she felt his mouth fastened on her left nipple, his tongue sliding roughly over the taut nub. Leroy had stopped using his nose on her, and was now pushing the leg of her panties aside, and sliding a finger over her moist labia, as Jonathon kissed her neck and caressed her right breast. Lacey hated every minute of it, and at the same time, it felt better than anything she'd ever experienced in her life. She had already been aroused by being with Brian and now to be manhandled by experienced older men only served to make her body crave more. She arched her back, offering her breasts more fully to the men, feeling herself spread open even wider by Leroy's fingers. He was rubbing her clit furiously, trying to make her cum, so he could then taste her. "Oh yeah, she's loving this....let's lay her on the floor so we can all reach." She felt herself sliding off Jonathon's lap, and then she was lying on her back on the carpet. Hands pulled her undergarments away, and she was naked. The entire time, they continued to caress and kiss her body, sapping her will to fight. Vaguely she heard zippers being lowered, one at a time, then she opened her eyes in time to see one of Jonathan's friends lowering his cock toward her mouth. Even as she clamped her lips shut tight, a mouth fastened itself over her pussy, and a tongue invaded her, making her cry out. As soon as her lips opened, the waiting cock was in her mouth, sliding in and out. Lacey found she had a mouth fastened to each tender breast, sucking and licking at her nipples, a tongue in her pussy, and the cock in her mouth. "What a great little cocksucker she is...." No one answered, as their mouths were all full, and suddenly she gave the man between her legs the drink of his life, as she was pushed over the edge by his busy tongue. The moaning she was doing around the cock in her mouth brought him over the edge as well, and her mouth and throat were filled with hot, sticky seed. She was choking for a moment, and he slipped out of her mouth, letting her breath. Her legs were shaking and her body was trembling from the climax she'd just experienced. Panting, she lay there, unable to move and then she saw Jonathon position himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready for her. "Oh, no....please..." she begged. "Please don't...." "Oh, but I have to Lacey Girl. I need pussy, and yours is here, and I can't wait any longer." He pushed her shaking legs apart as far as he could, and tapped the head of his cock against her dripping opening. He felt huge, and she was afraid to look down and see just how large he was. "You ready for it, Little Girl?" "No, oh no....don't..." He laughed at her again, and pushed his cock slowly into her. She felt him part her lips and push further, then he stopped, looking down at her. He leaned forward, sucked on first her left nipple, then her right, making her gasp and then with a sharp thrust, he was all the way inside her tight virgin pussy. Before she could even cry out, he was pumping into her, making her feel every inch of him. She hated how good it felt, and hated him for being the one making her feel that way, but her legs moved around his waist and her arms pulled him closer. He kissed her hard, his tongue plundering her mouth, and she kissed him back just as wildly. Lacey felt his balls slap against her ass, and she knew she was going to cum again, and then he stopped, still inside her and looked down into her face. "You want me to continue, don't you, you little slut?" She wouldn't answer, and he gave another thrust and stopped again. "Don't you?" Glaring at him, she moaned nevertheless. He placed his lips over her nipple again and began gently suckling on her, driving her mad. She thrust her hips upward, but he refused to move, until finally she cried out "Yes, damn you, yes." "What do you say?" he growled at her, and she found herself saying "Please....please continue..." "Continue to what?" Knowing what he wanted to hear, she suddenly screamed at him "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck my pussy." He slammed into her hard, thrusting and rutting with her, until they both slid over the edge, her nails digging into his back, ripping the shirt he still wore. He collapsed on top of her, catching his breath, then kissed her and pulled out. "Who's next?" All that long night, they used Lacey's body, making her beg again and again to be fucked, knowing that now she'd had a taste of this, she'd never be able to give it up. Near morning, the men straggled home, and Jonathon slapped Lacey's naked bottom and told her to get some sleep. "We'll play again soon, Lacey Girl," he said, leering at her. "Jonathon..." she looked at him seriously. "You'll leave Melissa alone?" "As long as you play nice with me and my friends whenever I want, then yes." Satisfied that her sister was safe, at least for now, Lacey went upstairs to bed, falling asleep and dreaming of being taken over and over again. She wore a slight smile as she slept. |
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