"Lynn!" John shouted at her. "Stop this, right flow!"
"She's going crazy, John!" Wes shouted over at his brother, standing up.
But Lynn fell suddenly to the floor in a sobbing, shuddering heap, limp and exhausted, utterly humiliated, completely frustrated.
"Leave her!" John commanded as Wes started toward the girl. "She seems perfectly capable of taking care of herself! In all ways!"
Lynn was not going crazy. She was quite normal, in fact. Her sexuality demanded expression, and fulfillment, and it had received only partial expression, and no fulfillment at all.
She lay on the living room floor, naked and crying, while the two men-her own father and her own uncle-simply sat there and watched!
Chapter 5
"Beautiful! Now hold that pose!"
Wes had just adjusted his niece's arms, raised them above her head, bent them at the elbows so that her bound wrists rested against the back of her head.
Lynn was sweating like a pig. But so was Wes, the girl noticed with a twinkle in her eyes. Her blouse was plastered flat over her boobs, revealing everything, especially those swollen nipples. She was dripping wet, and she could feel the thin rivers of salty sweat rolling down her thighs to the tops of her stockings, which were soaked. And soaked with more than just girlish sweat!
Her young slim thighs were wet with her lubrication, too! Pussy juice and sweat! She rubbed her thighs together, and thrilled at the slippery silkiness!
But the ball gag was becoming intolerable. It was causing the poor girl to drool abundantly, slobbering over her chin and dripping down onto the upper slopes of her huge tits, soaking her blouse with her own saliva as well as her own aromatic sweat.
She moaned to get her uncle's attention, then indicated with some wild chewing motions and eye wiggling that she would like the rubber ball removed from her mouth.
"Is that thing hurting you, honey?"
Lynn nodded vigorously.
Wes came close and dabbled away a line of drool with his shirtsleeve.
"Honey, can you leave it in for just a little while longer?"
She frowned, shook her head slightly.
"Please? For me?"
She sighed loudly through her nose, shrugged her shoulders.
"Good girl!"
Wes moved his camera close to Lynn's face, and began snapping a long series of extreme close-ups, capturing the youngster's discomfort perfectly.
"Beautiful, Lynn! Now, spread your legs a little for me, will you?"
Lynn stepped her exceptionally long, dark-stockinged legs wide apart, much farther apart than Wes had expected!
"Nice!" he said in appreciation of the beautiful legs, long and tense.
Lynn tried to smile around the large ball between her jaws, but she couldn't. She remembered Jimmy had said nice in precisely the same tone of voice, that night in the woods, when she…
She made her way carefully along the familiar path through the dark woods, moving slowly toward the run-down shed Jimmy called home. As she approached the tiny building, she saw the warm inviting flicker of the firelight through the tears in the canvas-covered window, and felt the comforting warmth and coziness of the cluttered room flow over her body.
She knew that Jimmy would be surprised to see her so soon after their last meeting, but she was still extremely upset over the fighting and frustration of last night, when her father and her uncle had burst in unannounced and found them… well, damn it all, so what if they had been making love! They were both eighteen, weren't they? Consenting adults, damn it!
Damn it!
Lynn was horny as hell, and she knew it! Mad as hell, too, but she knew she'd get over her anger. It was the hominess that was really getting to her, flow!
She stepped up onto the wooden porch, which was little more than several warped boards thrown down over the mud, and knocked lightly on the door.
She listened to the sounds inside the shack as poor old Jimmy struggled up out of his chair and tapped his way to the door. It creaked open slowly, to reveal the small fire in the fireplace, the only light in the room.
"Hello, Jimmy. It's Lynn."
Jimmy nodded, squinted at her through half-blind eyes, then backed away to let the teenager step inside. He shut the door with the same slow deliberation, ignoring the youngster as he hobbled his way back to his chair and got himself comfortable again, pulling the thick quilt over his frail old legs.
"What you want?" he said finally, in his rasping voice that made Lynn always want to clear her throat.
She watched him for a moment.
She had known about Jimmy for many years, but, until their meeting about a year ago, had never thought of visiting him. He was almost mythical, and the neighborhood boys used his presence in these woods to frighten the younger children, often challenging one another to run up and knock on the old man's door. They knew he would always answer. It was his way.
But, for the most part, Jimmy was left alone. How he obtained food or other necessities was something of a real mystery, since he was unable to walk any long distance for them, but Lynn herself had taken him at least a dozen packages of groceries since she had gotten to know him.
She first met and talked with him during one of her many lonely walks through these woods. She had seen him hobbling slowly along the path, not many yards from his front door, leaning heavily upon his stick, when suddenly he just tipped over. Lynn had almost laughed out loud at the comical way the old guy fell over, but instead she rushed to his side, and helped him back to his feet.
They had become fast friends. And over the course of their first few meetings in the tiny cabin, Lynn had learned of the lonely old man's desire to talk about and to hear her talk about all things sexual.
Somehow, this had never bothered the young girl. She had assumed that men were like this, hungry for sex in any form, even oral-oh, how she had blushed and grinned the first time she learned that oral sex meant something quite different than talking about sex!
Maybe she hadn't been bothered by Jimmy's insistence that she discuss with him in graphic detail her desires and fears and dreams about sex, because she was beginning to feel so strongly sexual herself.
And Jimmy could match her story for story!
He was an encyclopedia of astonishing information about sex and its taboos and customs all over the world! Lynn sat and listened by the hour, amazed, delighted, shocked, embarrassed but always fascinated.
And always excited!
Her blood pounded hard and fast through her veins whenever she even thought about visiting Jimmy!
Jimmy and his books!
He had a large library of luridly illustrated sex-books, from the clinical to the blatantly pornographic, which he kept on well-built shelves along the walls on either side of the small fireplace. And each book he kept in plastic wrapping, to protect it from dirt and bugs and rats.
His books had been his life, and then he'd gone half-blind!
When Lynn first suggested that she read to him from his books, he had gladly accepted. Little did the girl know, she would be reading about the sexual initiation rites of pygmy girls, or describing pictures of elephants copulating! But she did, and with ever increasing attention to the details of the sex act itself!
Yes, she was one horny little girl!
A virgin through and through!
But lately, she had begun to develop a pleasing and exciting little Lori that she hoped would give the old man one last wonderful memory.
"I said, what you want, girl?" Jimmy repeated, annoyed at Lynn's silence.
"I want to talk, Jimmy," she whispered.
He instantly sensed something new in her voice, in her quiet, controlled whisper, and cocked his head toward her, and waited.