Jim Dawson

Raped runaway

CHAPTER ONE

"Please, mister, don't hurt me," flfteen-years-old Lyn Holmes said to the man who was about to lower his naked body to heft. The man paused, his throbbing cock wedged between the lips of her tender young cant, and looked at her.

Lyn was worth looking at. Tall, supple, with good tits-flrm, high-set mounds, with large red circles at the center of the white abundance, circles centered on stiffened nipples. Her body tapered down to a small waist, then flared out into generous hips. As his eyes slid lower, they took in the thicket of russet cunt hair that began below her navel and swept down her body, into the undercurve of her torso. Lyn's lefts were even better than the rest of her, but he couldn't see all of them, since they were in the shadows.

"You're not going to tell me you're a virgin, are you?" he asked.

She hadn't acted like a virgin. He'd picked her up along the highway several hours earlier, given her a ride and shelter from the storm that was intensifying in power outside at that very moment.

From all indications, Hurricane Abby was showing potential as one of the most devastating storms to strike the East Coast in years. When they had reached Boston at three in the morning, she had accepted his offer of a place to stay even when he'd told her there was only one bed.

They had gotten soaked in the short distance from where he parked to his apartment. Once inside, he'd tossed her a large beach towel that he'd taken from the living room closet. "Here," he'd said, "get out of those wet clothes and dry off."

To his delight, she had caught the hem of her shortened, sleeveless sweatshirt and shucked it right before him. Frank had sucked in his breath at the sight of her braless tits. He had noticed them jiggling as she'd moved and had known they were, but he hadn't known they were perfect. Frank that been aware of tits since the age of thirteen, fifteen years earlier. In those fifteen years, he had rarely seen a set of jugs as beautiful as Lyn sported.

He had whistled involuntarily and the auburn hair rid had smiled it him as she had reached for the fastener on her blue jeans cutoffs. Frank had fumbled with his own clothing as he watched her open the shorts, then pixel them down along with her bikini panties. He had been pleased that she was a natural redhead. There was something about discovering a different color at a woman's cunt that turned him off.

Frank had watched Lyn's body jiggle as slit had dried herself. it had been more than he could stand. He had caught her by the hand and tugged her towards him. There had been a little hesitation in her step until he had looked her in the eye and whispered: "You don't have to fuck me, you know." Then she had almost surged into his arms.

Although Frank led an active sex life, it had been a long time since he had run across anybody like Lyn. The teenager had kissed him as enthusiastically as he had kissed her. He had caressed her back briefly, then slid his hands down to her luxurious ass.

Her tongue had danced against his when he'd slid it into her hot mouth, which had sunk under his immediately. She had slid her arms around him and pressed herself to him, her big tits spreading from the pressure of his chest. His cock had been a homing spear between their bellies, his tightly sacked balls nestling in the start of her beaver.

As he had sunk his fingertips into the resilient flesh of her pen ass, Frank had felt her nipples stirring against his chest. He liked that, diced women who turned on easily. Even though he took his time with foreplay, Frank liked women that were easily aroused. He liked to make his women cam a time or two before he fucked them.

Lyn pushed his tongue out of her mouth and slid hers into his mouth. Frank kneaded the pliant flesh of her trim ass and sucked eagerly at her tongue. Jesus, she turns me on, he'd thought. To think i almost didn't see her out there. I'm damn glad I didn't miss her. Damn glad.

He moved one hand from her ass, trailed it up her side. She twisted a little, making her tit accessible to his hand. Slowly, almost reverently, he ran his fingertips over the proudly jutting mound, testing the firmness of the tit, the stiffness of the nipple.

Lyn had moaned against his mouth when he had covered her tit with his hand. He had felt the nipple swell even more against his palm as he had next his fingers' squeezing the resilient flesh.

"Hhhhhaaaa!" she had moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

There had been a freshness about her that Frank had found incredibly sexy. He knew she had just turned fifteen, she'd told him so in the car as they'd driven in from the outskirts. But she was the hottest fifteen-year-old he had ever encountered.

As he had worked his hand against her tit, she had reached down and started scratching the underside of his cock in a blatantly erotic manner.

"Let's go to bed," he had whispered.

She hadn't said anything, but she had given his cock a squeeze of agreement. Frank had scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, lowering her into the middle of the still un-made bed.

Leaning over her, he had kissed her again as he'd entered the bed himself, stretching out on his belly, his torso half over hers. Again, she had kissed him as eagerly as he had kissed her. Their tongues had fought each other from mouth to mouth and back. Both of his hands had gone to work on her heaving tits. He had stroked and squeezed and kneaded the abundant jugs as he had fenced his tongue with hers.

"Mmmmm!" she had murmured against his mouth as he had played with her melon-sized tits.

Frank had edged a knee between hers and she had slide her leges apart without protest. He hadn't moved his hands from her tits, just rubbed his knee against the satiny flesh of her inner thigh as he drew his fingers up until they were on her nipples "Hhhhhhhaaaa!" Lyn had moaned as he'd tweaked the stiffed spears of flesh. He had rolled them about in his fingers. He had pinched them gently. Lyn had shuddered under him as her breathing hid grown ragged.

A few moments later, he had pulled his mouth from hers and kissed her face, then moved his lips onto the taut column of her neck. After kissing the hollow at the base of her throat, he had let his hips move onto the upper slopes of her onerous tits.

Frisk had taken his time kissing her tits. Well, they were tits that deserved to be adored, to be caressed and kissed. He sucked all of one tit, then crossed to the other after licking the deep cleavage between the two out thrust mounds. Lyn had writhed under him as he had slide his hands over her exciting young body, stroking and squeezing her thighs, caressing her flat belly.

When he finally took one of her nipples into his mouth, she dug her lingers into his arms and cried out eagerly. He has sucked on the firm nipple as he had eased his hand between her thighs.

To his delight, Lyn had spread her legs even more to make her pussy more accessible to his exploring hand. Frank had drawn his angers up the length of her cuntal furrow, pleased to discover that she was already wet.

He had also been pleased to discover that her clitoris was a throbbing, swollen bud. He had flicked his fingers against it as he had slashed his tongue across her spanked nipple and she had shuddered against him.

Opening his mouth, he had sucked more of her tit into his mouth. Frank wasn't one of those men who had a fetish for big tits he could get off on a girl whose boobs were only half the size of Lyn's.

But he was a man who appreciated perfection, and Lyn's tits were as perfect a pair as he'd ever had his mouth on. Gnawing lightly against her firm tit, he slid his hand up and down her cant, rubbing the cleft, the puffing lips, the Outfit edges of the trembling teenager's puffy.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Lyn had squealed as he'd centered his hand-action over her swollen clit.

The underpants of her shapely hips had grown steadily stronger, more pronounced. Lyn had reached down and wrapped her angers around his cock, then started to manipulate it in what had to have been a practiced manner.

Frank had let her play with his dick. He hadn't seen worried: he'd known he could control himself, that he could hold back as long as he wanted. If the sexy little teenager wanted to play with his cock, it was all right with him.

As she stroked his cock, Frank had massaged her engorged cant lips and protruding clit. He had pressed down on the bud, dug his lingers into it at the base, rolled it about, tugged at it, flicked it this way and that. Lyn's breath had whistled through her nostrils and she had horrified and writhed against him as she'd kept her hand moving steady up and down around his cock.

When he'd felt her aft start to bounce up and down on the bed, Frank had slide his hand down a little and hooked a linger into her swampy twat.

The tight hole had seemed to almost suck the finger inside.

"Nnnnnhhhhhhh!" Lyn had moaned as he'd jammed the finger as deep into her twat as he could.

She had cupped his chin and tugged his mouth off her tit, lifting it to meet hers again. Frank had inlet her wanton mouth with his tongue and she'd sucked greedy on the thick invader as he had started to ride his finger slowly in and out of her clinging twat.

Each time he ran his finger into her cunt-hole, however, he picked up speed. And he ground the heel of his hard hand a little harder into her upper snatch each time he had pulled the anger back from the hot depths of her puffy.

Lyn had dug her nails into his biceps as she'd came. Her body had arched off the bed, her aft and widely open cant high in the air. The hand on his cock had tightened convulsively.

Frank had held his hand where it was until she llad let herself fall back to the bed. Then he had started stroking her cuntal furrow once more, rubbing her dippers juices all over the dick surface of her snatch. Gradually, her hips had started to rise and fan again.

That's when he had started to swing between her legs and had heard her say: "Please, mister, don't hurt me."

"No," Lyn whispered, her face start turned away from him. "No. I'm not a virgin. But I've only been fucked three times, all today, and an three men hurt me. ' "Christ, kid, what happened?" he asked, lowering himself back to the bed beside her. He slipped an arm under her shoulders and cradled her against his chest, his hand stroking her long hair as she told him all of the events of the previous day, the things that had made her run away from home and the things that had happened to her afterwards.

CHAPTER TWO

Even though it was raining; it was a beautiful day to Lyn as she opened the front door and walked into the house. Any day that began with getting to go home from school was a wonderful day.

Lyn had expected to have the whole house to herself. Her stepmother had said something to her and her father at breakfast about going into Phaly to shop. Lynn had been overjoyed when she'd arrived at school and found that there had been a malfunction of the air-conditioning-system that had resulted in an inside temperature of 120 degrees. It had meant that she'd have all day to practice the piano. Joyce, her stepmother, couldn't stand classical music. If Lyn practiced for more than a half-hour at a time, Joyce accused her of trying to giver her a headache.

Before she got down to practicing, though, Lyn had to change clothes. She went upstairs and started down the hall to her room, then stopped dead in her tracks in front of the open door to the master bedroom. There, on the bed, was Joyce, completely naked, sucking on a man's cock.

Lyn stared, wide-eyed, at the lewd spectacle before her. She might have been a virgin, but she wasn't naive. She had had guys rub her pussy unto she'd creamed in her panties, and she had jacked off guys unto their hot, sticky Jim had spurted onto her cloth trig or skin.

Lyn had been dating for two years, and petting almost that long. That had been an she'd done-pet. She knew there were girls younger than she was that were doing more, that were giving head, or even tucking, but she hadn't done either of those things. The truth was that she hadn't met anybody that she wanted to do those things with yet. Petting was no big deal. Sometimes you petted with a guy when it wasn't even a date. But sucking a guy's cock, or letting him get inside of you-to Lyn, those were important things, things to be done only with somebody special. She could never be like Moly Ludlow, who'd suck off any guy that asked her to.

The transfixed teenager watched as her step-mother licked lewdly at the thick cock. From the way Joyce had her eyes squeezed shut and was over the equally naked man, Lyn assumed that he was using his mouth and tongue on Joyce's pussy. Whoever it was in bed with Joyce, it wasn't Lyn's father. She had inherited her red hair from in hint, and the hair around the balls of the man under Joyce's writhing body was blond.

Joyce popped the man's cock into her mouth and slid it deeper and deeper until it had completely disappeared inside of her oval lips.

She was jiggling his balls in her hand as she sucked lewdly on his cock.

Silently, Lyn moved away from the door. I will bet, the teenager thought, I take a picture of her ride him and then Daddy divorce her. Lyn thought Joyce was cheap. Cheap, uncultured and stupid. In a lot of ways, she was a perfect match for Lyn's father, but the girl couldn't stand to have Joyce in the house that her mother hid decorated so tastefully.

Picking up her camera, Lyn tiptoed back to the master bedroom. Even with the rainy, overcast sky, there was enough natural light for her to get a good picture without a flash to distract the couple on the bed. Lyn waited until it was clearly Joyce's face, then snapped the licentious picture of her stepmother with her mouth half-full of hard cock.

Joyce picked that moment to open her eyes.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit!" she exclaimed, rolling off the man. Lyn almost dropped the camera as she saw who it was-Willie Carter, Joyce's brother!

He took in the situation at a glance and leaped from the bed. "She's got our picture!" he exclaimed to his still-dazed sister. "We got to get it back from her or she'll blow the whole trip here for you."

Lyn turned and ran, hoping she could get into her room and get the door locked. Unfortunately, Willie caught her just as she was about to slam her door shut. She kicked at his bare shins and he began to hop around on one foot. He didn't let go of her arm, though, and he swung his other hand, slapping her hard enough that her head tamed.

"Kick me again, bitch," he invited, waving his doubled-up hand in front of her. "Kick me again."

She knew better. Willie was a weasel -ape dressed in what he thought were sharp clothes but which Lyn thought were only slightly modified pimp-clothes.

'What… what are we going to do?" Joyce whined as she caught up to them.

''The first thing is to get that camera open and expose the film," Willie barked. He snatched the camera from Lyn and handed it to Joyce. "What the hell are you doing home?" he snarled at Lyn.

"I thought you liked school too much to cut."

"I didn't cut," Lyn said as Joyce opened the, camera and ripped the film out. "They couldn't turn the furnace off and they sent us all home. I thought Joyce was going to Phaily to shop and 1 was going to practice.

"It's not going to do you any good to destroy the picture," she taunted them. "I'm still going to tell Daddy" She glared at him. "And then your precious sister'll be out on her ass. She'll be lucky if Daddy gives her clothes to wear to where ever she goes."

"Well, then," Willie told her with smirk, "I guess you ought to have a good story to tell him.

Like you can tell him I did this."

Before Lyn could ask what he meant, he reached out and grabbed the front of her dress, then yanked hard. Buttons flew everywhere, but the dress opened to her waist, where it was belted.

"Christ, look at those tits," he breathed. "I've been wanting to play with them ever since I laid a eyes on you, kid do. Now I'm going to get my wish. Lyn tried to slap him, but he caught her hand before she could. "Get me something to tie her up with, he snared to Joyce. A moment later the still-naked blonde returned with a stocking.

"Yeah," Willie said. He forced Lyn's hands down to her slides, then pushed them behind her. His naked body was pressing tightly to hers as he told Joyce. "Well, don't just stand there, you idiot; tie her hands."

"Please," Lyn whimpered, "I won't ten Daddy, I swear I won't."

"Shut up," Willie snared, m a way that scared her. She started to cry then, but the evil pair ignored her. Joyce wrapped the stocking around her wrists and tied it so tightly that Lyn couldn't move her hands at an. Stepping back from her, Willie undid the belt of her dress, then ripped it open entirely.

"Tear this rag off of her," he told Joyce as he closed his rough hands over Lyn's tits, which were encased in a lacy half-bra. Harshly, he squeezed the terrified id's tits as Joyce yanked and pulled at the remnants of her dress, untie her underwear, shoes and socks were an that Lyn had on.

"Nnnnooooo!" she moaned as she felt Joyce unhooking the straps of bet bra. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. Her stepmother's brother couldn't be about to rape her in her own bedroom. Lyn blinked her eyes. Willie didn't go away.

He lifted his hands away from her tits and pulled he bra off them, then closed his fingers over the big jugs again. "Go ahead," he told Joyce, "get her stripped."

"Willie?" Joyce whispered.

"Don't worry," he assured her, "I know what fucking I am doing." Joyce dropped to her knees behind Lyn and shoved the girl's panties down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to take the panties off. She slipped Lyn's feet out of her moccasins and stripped her socks off, leaving Lyn completely naked.

Tears veers falling down the girl's face as Willie stared at her, an evil leer on his face. "You're choice ass, Lyn," he told her. "Yes, indeed, you're going to be one luck I'm going to remember for a long time."

"Don't, please don t!" Lyn sobbed. "I never have. Never!"

"Yeah?" Willie asked, his eyebrows going up.

"That's right? I haven't busted a cherry in years. I know I'm going to remember you, baby." He reached up and squeezed one of her tits harshly as he slid his other hand between her thighs and commenced to probe her pussy.

"Willie?" Joyce questioned again.

"will you be cool," he snarled at his sister.

If the truth were known, Joyce wasn't very bright. But she was sleeked like a brick-shithouse, so she didn't need much in the way of brains.

Busty, beautiful blondes could always get by.

Particuliarfiy if they were only nineteen, which is what Joyce was. That was another reason Lyn hated her she wasn't anything more than a teenager herself.