Stepmother in ropes

CHAPTER ONE

Lynn sensed the boys didn't like her from the beginning. It wasn't a hatred she felt, but more a dislike. Before she married their father a few months ago, they had seemed to be good boys, always polite with her, even showing some affection.

The marriage changed all that.

In the past month, Lynn had helped get them out of trouble with store owners, stores they had shoplifted from. So far she had managed to keep them away from the hands of the authorities by paying for the items they had stolen, talking the managers out of pressing criminal charges. Until now, she had not told their father, wanting to prove to herself she could handle the little devils.

She had not realized the problems she would have the day she became their stepmother. The problems began a week after the wedding. She had been called to school for a talk with the principal about the increasing truancy of the brothers. She learned at that time Billy and Tony had been in trouble often throughout the year. At first the school authorities did nothing, believing the boys were a displinary problem because of grief over their mother, who had passed away in the last year. But their delinquency progressed until they were caught in a restroom with a young girl.

Lynn was shocked to learn the boys had been attempting to rape the girl. Billy, a year older than his brother, had removed the girl's panties while Tony stood by playing with his cock, trying to get the girl to hold it.

At first Lynn thought about telling Jake, her husband, and letting him handle it, but she thought better of it. She wanted to show him she could take the troublesome boys under her hand and control them. Besides, Jake was deeply involved with his job, getting ready to make a swing through four states, visiting the company's plants. It was a trip that would take at least a month, and Lynn wasn't looking forward to being alone, knowing she would have troubles with the boys.

As troublesome as they were, Lynn loved them. Young boys could be rambunctious and filled with piss and vinegar. She had brothers who used to torment her day and night, so she knew what monsters boys could be.

Lynn was younger than her husband by ten years. She had gone to him a virgin, knowing nothing about sex. Sheltered most of her life, she found on her wedding night a new discovery. As much as she had thought of being fucked, yearning for it, it had been a disappointment for her.

For one thing, lake was much too fast to give her any sort of pleasure. His cock was enormous, and it had hurt her. It felt as if his cock had ripped and torn her cunt to shreds, and his prick seemed to fill her all the way to her throat. She had not come, had not even started to feel pleasure, before he was squirting thick cum into her. Now, after only a few months of marriage, she hated it when Jake came to her with that monstrous cock, all stiff and swollen, ready to thrust it into her tender cunt.

Lynn was always passive when he fucked her, which seemed to be every night. She lay on her back, feeling him plunge his cock into her cunt with hardly any regard for her at all. He plunged a few times, then came, filling her cunt with that horrible stuff, made a few groans, then rolled off and turned onto his back, snoring almost immediately.

She hated it.

Rather, she hated the nights when he fucked her.

Being married was what she enjoyed. If only she didn't have to put up with that huge cock each night, Lynn thought she could be very happy.

Lynn drove Jake to the airport that morning, kissing him goodbye and telling him she would miss him. Jake patted her rounded ass, telling her to keep it hot for him. She waved as he boarded the plane, then drove home, thinking her ass was never hot. Perhaps if he were more gentle with her, his cock not so big, she could enjoy fucking. Maybe instead of cringing when he approached, waving that big cock proudly, he would fondle and caress her a bit breasts. Maybe then her cunt would become wet and slippery, and his cock wouldn't hurt her.

Pulling into the driveway, she stopped outside the closed garage door. As she got out of the car, she heard her stepsons inside the garage, giggling.

Just knowing they were up to some mischief. Lynn sneaked through the house and peeked into the dim interior of the garage.

Lynn's heart almost stopped.

Billy and Tony had their pants down, and they were playing with their cocks. At first, horrified, Lynn felt a twitching sensation between her legs. If only Jake's cock was that size, she thought.

She must have made a gasp or some sort of noise. The two brothers saw her, but they didn't miss a beat with those tight fists. They giggled and arched their hips toward her.

"Wanna feel it?" Billy laughed lewdly. "It sure does feel good, Lynn. My cock is all nice and hard."

"Sure," Tony giggled. "Can't you see she wants to cop a feel of cock, silly?"

"Shame on you!" Lynn said, with a noticeable quiver and hoarseness in her voice. "Pull your pants up right this minute and get in the house, both of you!"

"You can't tell us what to do," Tony said. "You're not our mother."

"Yeah, you're just a stepmother," Billy said sarcastically. "Who do you think you are? We can tell Dad all kinds of things about you, make him throw your ass in the street."

Lynn seethed. "Get upstairs to your rooms, right now!"

Seeing her anger, they pulled their pants up and walked into the house, brushing past her. It was Tony, the youngest, who suddenly shot his hand toward her cunt as he squeezed past.

Lynn yelped, jerking her hips back. Furious, she slapped him hard across the face.

Tony glared at her. The mark of her hand made a red spot on his cheek.

"You're gonna be sorry you done that, Lynn," he growled. "You're really gonna be sorry."

Lynn watched them go up the stairs, shivering from the tone of Tony's words. She had no doubt that he meant it. She felt afraid of them for the first time.

She was a slender woman with deep brawn hair and dark eyes. She was extremely attractive, but didn't seem to know, it. Her tits were bold and round, perfectly sized for her body. Her waist was narrow, and her ass looked tight and shapely. Her thighs were slim, smooth as cream. She was not strong, and she knew that the boys could overpower her easily.

Watching them disappear up the stairs, Lynn trembled and started for the kitchen, wanting coffee as she tried to get her thoughts together. There had been something wicked in the tone of Tony's voice, something that chilled her.

As she sipped her coffee, she sensed someone behind her. Turning, she saw Billy and Tony standing there. "I told you two to stay in your room, didn't I?"

"Sure you did," Billy said. "But we don't have to take any shit from you. You're not our boss and you're not our mother. We can do anything we want and you can go piss up a rope."

"Billy, that's enough of that." Lynn noticed he had a rope in his hands.

"This rope," Billy said, grinning as he held it out to her. "You can piss up this rope."

Lynn could not deny the fear that flooded her body. She stared at the rope as if it were a viper. Tony moved toward her, and she saw he had a rope in his hands, too. She started to stand up, but they were too fast for her.

Billy raced behind her and held her shoulders tight, with his brother wrapping his rope about her, tying her to the chair.

Lynn gasped, her eyes enormous with fright. The rope cut into her tits as Tony wound it about her body and the back of her chair. They wrapped it three times around her, with the rope cutting above and below her tits, and one strand smashing her nipples. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she struggled. When Billy knelt at her feet, she tried kicking, but he caught her legs and tied her ankles to the legs of the chair.

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.

At last, they were done. Lynn sighed.

She waited.

One of the boys untied her gag, and she ran her tongue over dry lips, keeping her eyes closed.

"Please, let me go," she pleaded softly. "Untie me and we'll forget it. I won't say anything to your father if you let me go right now."

"Fuck you, cunt," Billy said.

"Yeah, fuck you, cunt!" Tony smirked.

"Please, don't be so mean to me," Lynn begged. "I've done nothing to you, have I?"

"You slapped me!" Tony accused. "I can't let you bitch me and get away with it!"

"Slap her back," Billy said. "She can't stop you now."

Lynn looked up at the boys fearfully. "I won't ever slap you again, Tony. I promise."

"Maybe we better let her loose," Tony said, seemingly afraid of what they were doing to her.

"Sure, after I piss on her," Billy replied.

"Oh, God! No!" Lynn said. "Not that! Please, don't do that to me!"

"I can if I wanna." Billy laughed and began to piss on her come-smeared tits.

"Qhhh! Please! Please!"

Tony, seeing his brother pissing, lifted his cock and let go with a golden stream on her other tit. Lynn felt the stinging piss on her tits, gritting her teeth against this final degradation. She couldn't look at them, couldn't watch them piss on her tits. She was afraid they would interpret it as pleasure on her part.

The boys, laughing loudly, pissed from tit to tit, the streams crossing. She felt piss running from her tits, soaking her dress, getting her thighs wet. There was a strange sensation between her legs.