"Be quiet," giggled Sally Canavan, putting her finger to her lips. Her blouse and bra were unfastened, and her laugh' made her conical jugs bobble enticingly.
Ricky Cruz smiled into her blue eyes as his hands pushed her back down on the couch. He could feel her nipples growing hard and hot under his palms. "He won't hear us if we don't make too much noise," he smiled.
Sally pushed him away suddenly. "No," she said in a husky voice. "This isn't right."
"But I love you, baby," Ricky said.
"I love you too," Sally replied. "And I really want to do it with you. But my very first time. I don't want it to be like this. It's sneaky losing my virginity down here on the couch while Dad is upstairs taking care of poor mother."
Her eyes shone with pity, as well as lust for Ricky. Her mother had been paralyzed since her stroke three years before. Her father spent all his time working or taking care of his invalid wife, leaving Sally to run the house as best she could. She loved her mother, even though she was little more than a half-alive shell of a human being, and she worshipped her father. He was so masculine, so devoted to her mother and her.
"You don't like the idea of making it in the car, either," Ricky said, shaking his head.
A sudden twinge hit Sally in her cunt. How badly she wanted Ricky inside her! She had let him feel and even kiss her bare nubile tits, and he had often massaged the virgin mound of her pussy, though always with her panties on. And she knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him to fuck her.
But it had to be done right! Sally was not going to lose her cherry skulking like a thief in her own house, or like any cheap high-school harlot in the back seat of a car. "Ricky," she said pleadingly. "Let's go to your apartment." v
Sally sat up and leaned against him, pressing the red-hot nubbin on the tip of her boob against his broad manly chest, thrilling to the feel of his muscles.
Ricky looked away. "We can't go there, Sally," he said quietly. "My sister, you know. I got to, uh ... I got to take care of my sister. Can't do this there, darling."
Damn your sister! Sally thought. From the first time Ricky Cruz had put his band on her shoulder, she had known that she loved and desired the handsome Chicano youth. With all her heart and virgin body. When she'd learned be had an apartment she had barely been able to contain her excitement. Delicious, erotic fantasies had filled her mind. She was going to give her virginity to this boy, and she was going to do it right!
But when Sally bad tried to get Ricky to take her to his apartment he had turned her off. His parents were dead, she knew, and be had his younger sister to take care of. She was old enough to be left without a sitter, Sally knew, but Ricky insisted he just couldn't bring a girl home and make it with her while his sister was in the two-bedroom apartment.
Sally bad wondered why the sister couldn't just be sent off to the movies or something, so they would have some time alone together. Maybe she was mentally retarded. That possibility, and the fact that Ricky was always so uncomfortable talking about his sister, had kept Sally from pressing him.
Just now, though with the untapped juices of desire bubbling to a froth inside her pussy, Sally wished only that Ricky's sister would drop dead so she could go back to her boyfriend's apartment and fuck him silly.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Sally said, turning away from the youth. She balled her little hands into fists and drummed them against her miniskirted thighs. "I want you, Ricky," she pouted. "But it seems it's just never going to happen!"
A light touch on her shoulder sent electric thrills coursing through her body. What masculine power Ricky had! It was almost supernatural. All he had to do was look at Sally, and she would feel cunt juice start to seep into the clinging cloth of her panties.
Even the first time they had met, her first week in college, she had been so turned on she'd had to come right home and change her panties. If she hadn't been doing all the laundry her secret desiring would have been revealed long ago. And that would have been bad.
Her father was a marvelous man, but absolutely puritanical on the subject of sex. That was one of the reasons she was already a freshman in college and still had her cherry. Robert Canavan disapproved so strongly of sex, she had just never been interested before she met Ricky. She knew it must have something to do with his own enforced abstention from sex these last few years.
Ricky's hand slipped from her shoulder. It traveled down to cup a boob from behind, rolling the heated nipple around and around with his palm.
With a sigh, Sally turned her head and opened her mouth. Ricky's lips met hers. His tongue probed out, into her willing mouth. Her tongue met his happily, twining eagerly around it. His other hand came around her ribcage to cup her other bare fit. She moaned low in her throat and settled back against him.
A hard object pressed into the small of Sally's back. It was Ricky's cock, rock-hard and ready for action inside his restraining corduroy trousers.
"Oh, baby," he muttered around a wet and slippery mouthful of tongue. "You really do it to me!"
"Me too!" cooed Sally, as Ricky nibbled at her upper lip. Sexual tension built in her loins like a slowly-winding spring. And Ricky certainly had the key! His throbbing cock felt as big as a fire-hose as it swelled and pulsed, snuggling itself into the deep, cloth-covered crack between her asscheeks.
Hands on her tits! It was making her crazy! But it just wasn't enough. Sally wanted more - more! She wanted it all, here and now!
"Oh, Ricky, Ricky," she said, rolling her shoulders to crush the sensitive tips of her conical boobs hard into his palms. "I want you," she crooned. "I just want you soooooo bad!"
"Me too, baby," Ricky said fervently. His breath washed warmly over her face. He moved back to nuzzle and ni6ble at her ear. "You know it!"
His tongue slipped into her ear. It swirled around and around wetly. Sexual sensation crawled like spiders up and down her arching spine. Sally wondered what it would be like to have Ricky's powerful tongue doing' that to her pussy. Scrubbing her out and whipping her fragrant love-sauce to a lather. Hell, if having her e~ lapped and sucked did this to her, having her cunt done the same way would probably kill her. And she wouldn't mind it a bit!
Feeling Sally's lust and urgency, Ricky let one hand slip from her. luscious young lit. His fingertips slid down the satiny skin of her stomach. It felt to Sally as if they were tracing lines of fire. Down, down, toward the boiling cauldron of her twat.
When Ricky's hand closed over her pussy mound Sally thought she would pass out. "Ooooooooahhhhhhh!" she cried softly, not wanting to wake her father but unable to hold the animal sounds of ecstasy in. "I need more, Ricky. More! Finger me up good, baby! Let me feel your fingers up my hungry, slippery pussy!"
Ricky was not about to argue. His hand slipped under the hem of Sally's short skirt and back up inside the light yellow fabric. It closed over her cunt-bun. Sally writhed and rolled her pelvis, tasting the delicious pressure.
One strong finger slipped beneath the elastic band of her panties at the crotch. A brief pain stabbed into Sally as a few of the short, golden pubic. hairs were pulled up with the fabric. She had a twinge of doubt: would she be able to stop this in time?- Or would she surrender herself to Ricky's manliness and let him fuck her here and now? Then the tip of the finger touched the blooming lips of her sweet little box, and drove all other thought from her mind.
The smell of her own greedy, needy cunt was strong and heavy in her nostrils'. Sally had never really liked the odor of her pussy before. But now, as her twat responded in its sweet way to the sensuous contact and its honey poured out to enfold Ricky's probing finger, she realized it was the nicest smell in the world. The smell of her own pleasure.
"God, you're hot!" Ricky husked in her ear.
"Put it in me! Put your whole hand in me!" Sally begged. "I don't care - I need my pussy filled. Oh, shove it up me!"
Sally groped awkwardly behind her, feeling for the tell-tale bulge in Ricky's cords. She found it just as the finger parted her blood-gorged pussy flaps and plunged inside her. She clutched convulsively at the prick and her whole body jumped.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmnnnnnnn!" she moaned. Got to be quiet, she thought. Mustn't wake Daddy. But oh God, so nice!
"Feel my cock," Ricky murmured. "It's rock-hard and ready, baby. And it's all for you!"
Sally's pussy muscle tightened once, experimentally, then damped around his plunging finger with a force that made him gasp. Tentatively she began to pump her hand up and down Ricky's hard-on, feeling it grow ever bigger and harder. "You're huge!" she breathed. "How could it ever fit inside my poor pussy?"
"Let me show you, Sally baby," Ricky urged. "Just let me show you!"
"Oh, I want to!" Sally said. His finger was in her to the knuckle. She sucked harder and barely bit off a scream as his knuckle bumped her swollen clitoris.
And then it happened. Sally's orgasm smashed into her and made her head swim and her vision fade. She bounced a$ joggled and shivered like a wet dog shaking off water. Small sounds of ecstasy rolled from her throat. Her spasming pussy pulled on Ricky's finger, dragging it up into her. He put another finger inside her, then another, and still that greedy coming snatch demanded more.
"Oh Ricky!" Sally shrieked, out of control, not caring. "Oh, it's happening! I .. I'm cooooomninunmiillnnnnggg!"
Upstairs a door slammed open. "Sally?" her father's voice asked from the upstairs landing. "Is that you? Are you all right!"
"Omigod!" Sally squealed. "Daddy! Hurry, Ricky or he'll-"
"Or he'll what?" demanded her father's voice. "Oh, dear God!"
`Quickly, Sally sat up. She snatched her hand away from Ricky's rapidly-deflating, prick. The youth's hand slid guiltily out from under her skirt. Telltale juices glistened on his fingers.
"What in the hell is going on here?" Canavan demanded. It was as if another man stood there at the foot of the stairs, glaring at Sally with such incredible rage. The blonde had never heard her father sound like that before.
"Daddy," she said, in a tiny, frightened voice. She pressed her hands over her fits protectively. "It's all right, Daddy. Nothing was happening, honest."
"I'll say something was happening!" roared her father, his face going purple with fury. "I know perfectly well what's happening, ,you loose little slut. My Christ, and in your own house!"
Sally's father was tall but she had never really thought of him as really big before. Now he loomed like a building, seeming to fill the room with his anger, menace, and out rage.
"Now, wait, Mr. Canavan," Ricky began, getting to' his feet. "Sally didn't have anything to do with this. I wanted to, but she wouldn't let me."
"Be quiet!" thundered Canavan. "Do you think I'm blind? Or just deaf? You two young animals were yowling like rutting alley cats! Sally, what if your mother heard you?"
Sally's blue eyes filled with tears. An awful sense hit her that she had betrayed her parents. "Ricky," she sniffled. "You'd better go."
"But Sally," the youth said, turning back to her.
"That's right," Canavan said. "Get the hell out of here right now. And don't ever come back, you filthy spoiling Mexican!"
Ricky flushed under his dark skin. Sally's blue eyes were full of pain as she met his gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly, to Ricky, to her father. Ricky walked out, past the towering form of Mr. Canavan, out into the night.
When the door closed behind him Canavan strode forward to stand glowering down at his daughter. She was quietly sobbing into her fists, now. Her small body shook with misery.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would `never hive believed it! My own daughter - rolling around with that Mexican stud like a common whore!" Sally shook her head, her straight blonde hair flying from side to side.
"No! No!"
"Yes!" her father yelled. "Look at me!" She shook her head again.
"I can't! I won't!" she bawled.
"You can and' you will," snarled her father. `"And that isn't all!"
He reached out a hand and twisted a fistful of her hair in it. He forced Sally's head back until her neck creaked and she was staring fearfully up into his eyes. She saw a thing there she had never seen before. Something she could not Identify. A thing that scared her to the core of her being.
"That's right, you nasty little slut, look, at me when I talk to you," Canavan said through clenched teeth. "I've done my best to give you a good Christian upbringing. Since your mother's stroke I've cared for you all by myself. Your mother never helped. She couldn't! Do you know?" be asked with sudden force. "Do you have `any idea how long it's been since I touched a woman? Three years! Ever since your mother's stroke. And all that time I've watched you turn into a woman, growing, filling out.
"I watched your young body blossom, while I never touched a woman! And, this, this is how you repay me!" He moved suddenly and Sally's head rocked to a resounding slap across her face. She fell back with a yelp and pressed a hand to her cheek. She could feel the palm print burn and flush in her skin. "You act like any cheap, loose, round-heeled slut! Like a prostitute! A harlot! You're a loose woman. You're no daughter of mine."
Sally's eyes widened in horror as his big hands began to undo his belt. "Don't spank me," she begged.
Her father leered at her. "I won't spank you," he said in a strangely slurred voice. "Spanking is for children. You're not a child any more. You're a slut. And you're going to get what a slut gets."
He finished with his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Sally watched, transfixed, as her father pulled down his pants and under-shorts. His cock sprang free, as throbbingly erect as Ricky's had been.
"Oh my God," Sally gasped.
Canavan slapped her again. "Don't use the Lord's Name in vain, you harlot," he rasped viciously. "You belong to the devil now. You're his daughter, not mine."
Still shaking her head. Sally moved away from him. "No, no," she said. He grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked her back, thrusting forward with his hips. His stiff prick speared against her mouth. It forced her lips apart. It drove between her teeth and into her mouth.
Sally screamed, the sound muffled by the long plug of her father's cock. She could feel herself starting to gag. The flavor and smell of cock was overpowering. She fought to escape.
"God, that's it, you little slut," her father groaned, thrusting insistently forward with his hips. Sally rocked her head frantically, trying to reject her father's prick from her mouth. She pushed at it urgently with her tongue, trying to get it out. The frenzied efforts only doubled her father's enjoyment of face fucking her. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wrapped around a blissful smile.
The steel-hard bar of cock in Sally's face started jerking and pulsing. He's going to come! Sally thought. My father is going to come in my mouth!
With a sudden surge of strength Sally broke free of his grasp. A few golden strands of hair tore loose and hung in his hands as she fell against the back of the couch. Her stomach gave a lurch. The girl leaned over, gagging and retching.
Her father was livid. "You don't like it?" he roared. "What's the matter with my cock, bitch? Doesn't it taste good enough? Not as good as brown Mexican cock, is it?" His pecker wagged in rhythm to his words. It was long and skinny, like a policeman's nightstick.
Sally sobbed and choked, denying him, denying what he'd done. It made him even madder.
"You don't like my cock!" he yelled again. "Well, you're going to get it anyway, bitch! You're going to get it right now!"
Roughly he grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him. He pushed her onto her back so hard her legs went up in the air. Catching one of her waving legs in one hand, he reached with the other for her pale blue panties.
Sally could feel what he was doing. "Daddy, no!" she wailed. "Daddy, what are you doing? Daddy, it's me, remember? Your daughter, Sally! Oh don't, Daddy. Doooooon't!"
Robert Canavan pulled with such force that he tore the panties clear away from his daughter's hips. Sally waggled her legs wildly in the air. He stared as her struggling splayed wide open the lips of her still-damp cunt. The pink-rimmed, virginal gash was a breathtaking display. Thick puffy rolls of flesh framed the dainty petals of her pussy and the deeper red of her dripping depths. His mind was enflamed with lust at the prospect of flicking her. And the thick, damp aroma of aroused pussy was strong in his nostrils.
Sally felt her father's hand close over her pussy and she cried out again. Her cry turned into a low moan of unwilling passion as Canavan rolled his thumb over her swollen cit. In spite of her shame and horror, it felt too good to resist the overpowering message of pleasure it sent pounding to her brain. But it was her own father doing this to her! It was wrong - so wrong!
"Oh, Daddy," Sally cried. "Wait, don't - it's not right. It's ... it's ... unnnnnhhhhh!" She broke into an incoherent yell of pain and pleasure as her father plunged the full length of his pounding prick into her.
He stabbed her so violently with his cock that he never felt the small push of resistance to his first assault. The cherry she had wanted to give her lover had been broken, and he didn't even notice.
Drool ran from the corner of Canavan's mouth, and he grunted. Christ, the little slut was tight. Too tight for a girl who'd been spreading her luscious white thighs for any stud that came along. Well, this was no time for second thoughts. All be wanted now was a grand, glorious flick. To blow all his long-simmering load deep into her box.
It felt as if a spear had been run into Sally's body. A wave of agony washed over her as the virgin walls of her cunt were wedged ruthlessly apart by the hard-driven cock. Then her daddy's big dick began to pull out, and it felt as if it were drawing her soul out with it. It made a lewd slurping sound.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried in spite of herself. "Oh, it feels good!"
"You like it do you, bitch?" gasped her father, slobbering on his chin in his frenzy of lust. "Well that's good, cause you're going to get it again `and again till it's all finished with you."
"Oh yes!" Sally screamed wantonly as he pumped her. "Oh, yesssss!"
In and out he fucked. Sally's cunt juices flowed and flowed until they ran out of her gash onto the sofa. Her father's hard fucking sprayed a mist of cunt honey over his hips and thighs and belly. Sally felt the cold sweat spray over her churning loins as she raised her body to meet each and every thrust.
"Oh, do it to me, Daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck into me with that long, long cock!"
Muscles stood out on her father's arms. He didn't seem to notice the ripening glory of her jugs, spilling out of her open blouse. His head was back and his eyes screwed tightly shut.
Something caught at Sally's throat. "Oh, come in me, Daddy! I'm about to come," she cried. "Fill my pussy with your come!"
Urgently she sucked in with her belly muscles. A velvet noose clamped onto her father's cock shaft. It did the trick. He grunted and blew his wad, every bit of it.
The first hot spurt splashed all the way to her womb. It felt like burning acid eating into her. "Oh Daddy, you're coming!" screamed Sally. "You're coming in me now! Fill my pussy with your jism!"
The big fountaining prick was doing its best to obey. Time and again Canavan's cock jerked and spat and fired another blast' of sperm deep into his daughter's belly. His arms were turning to jelly. His head reeled. But he just couldn't quit coming - couldn't stop pumping gallons of his load into his daughter's forbidden snatch!
Another orgasm piled into Sally.. Her father's fucking drove her ass deep into the sofa cushions. She clawed her nails into his forearms and arched her back to take him in farther.
As Sally howled with wordless ecstasy her father collapsed on top of her. He crushed her. His hands clutched her. He fucked into her with the last of his spurting lust.
Sally went through orgasm after orgasm. Her pussy sucked her father's cock dry, and kept on sucking.
Finally the fury of climax subsided in Sally's father and he lay still atop her. Her own spent passion became a sweet haze of afterglow. "Oh, Ricky," she purred unthinkingly.
And then it hit her. What had happened. Who had done it.
"Oh my God!" Sally gasped. "Daddy!" She began to squirm and push him off. Sick shame overcame her.
Robert Canavan shook his head like a man waking from a deep sleep. He rolled off her. His deflating cock slid from her pussy with an obscene plop! A string of gooey jism ran from the tip of his prick to her overflowing cunt mouth as he stood up. It lengthened, sagged, and broke, falling to mingle with the dark pool of juice on the couth beneath Sally's butt.
Saliva was smeared all over his face. The terrible light still shone in his eyes. "You're a good fuck, I'll give you that," he said nastily. "You must do a lot of exercises to keep your twat that tight." He gave a small, ugly laugh as he pulled on his pants. He didn't notice his cock smeared with red from breaking her cherry.
He left Sally there, crying hysterically, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He didn't say another word to the daughter he had just violated so brutally. He just walked up the stairs into the master bedroom and shut the door behind him.
CHAPTER TWO
The door of the big two-story house opened silently. Sally looked up and down the dark street. The buses were making their last runs of the night. She closed the door behind her and walked away from the house without looking back.
The bus stop was a block and a half away. Sally walked from one pool of light from the streetlights to the next, constantly looking over her shoulder. Was her father following her? Or was someone else somewhere behind her, unseen in the shadows, waiting to pounce on her from the blackness and drag her off to unspeakable degradations and possibly murder?
Part of the lithe blonde girl was scared. Part of her didn't care. She didn't know how she could live with herself any more. Not after what her very own father had done to her. And after she had enjoyed having him do it. Sally had raised her voice in lust, begged for him to fill her pussy with his forbidden seed. It was unbelievable. It was horrible.
Sally felt as if she was all the things her father had called her. Slut. Harlot. Loose woman. She had loved the wild incestuous fucking her father had dealt her.
The street stayed deserted, despite Sally's fears. The bus came. Sally climbed aboard and paid the fare, not daring to look at the middle-aged bus driver. She felt certain it must show on her face. She had just been raped by her father. Her innocence was despoiled. And she had liked it! She felt her shame must be branded into her forehead in letters of scarlet.
The driver's eyes followed her in the mirror as she walked despondently to the back of the bus. A lovely little piece, he thought. She was the only passenger, going downtown.
As he drove, the driver fantasized about driving with the sexy little teenager to the outskirts of town and fucking her up and down the aisles. He could just feel those slim adolescent legs wrapped around his waist, as she pumped her wanton, oily snatch up and down on his cock and cried out with passion.
But hell, she wouldn't ever want to make it with an old crock like him. He had a daughter himself who was nearly her age. Heaven knew she had eyes only for the hard young studs who flocked around her in high school. With a sigh,-he turned his mind back to driving. He had a hard-on. In another hour he'd be home. In bed with Mabel. The thought of his wife made his cock droop. Mabel was flabby and whiny and had hair like a Brillo pad. She always had a headache, anyway. Close to the center of town, in a rundown neighborhood much poorer than where she'd gotten on, the little blonde piece of ass got off.
The bus driver watched with regret and some puzzlement as she disappeared into the night with her rounded rump flouncing invitingly under the thin cloth of her yellow miniskirt. What was a girl like that doing down here, this time of night? A thought crossed his mind.
Maybe the girl was a teen-aged hooker coming back from a trick in the fancy part of town. He'd heard of ones like that. Maybe he should have asked her, offered her a bit of money. Maybe he could have had some of that fine firm ass. Maybe even at his age he could have felt those impossibly hot teenybopper pussy juices searing his stiff prick.
Well, fuck it, he thought. No use crying over unspilled come. And Mabel wasn't going to be any use tonight. As he headed the bus back to the barn he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. It was hard again, harder than it had been in years. Blissfully he began to jack it off. A man could dream at least, thank God.
Sally stood on the corner in the glow of a streetlight. Down here in the rougher part of the city she was even more afraid of the nighttime streets. Her courage was at a low point. She almost ran home again in fear. But that would mean facing her father again. That was too much for her.
Afterwards Sally never knew how she found the apartment complex. She knew Ricky lived in Mountain View Court. After what seemed to be most of the night, but was only about fifteen minutes, she found the sign.
Mountain View Court was a two-story complex done up with false adobe exteriors. Ricky's number was 115-B. It took Sally another eternity to find it.
Sally reached to knock at door 115-B. Then she hesitated. Should she be doing this? Ricky wouldn't have kept her away without good reason. But Sally Canavan didn't have anyplace else to go. So she rapped on the door, quietly, trying not to waken the whole complex.
It wasn't long before Sally heard the lock click. The door opened and light poured out. There was Ricky, her Ricky. He was still dressed.
"Oh, Ricky," Sally sobbed. She fell forward into his arms.
Ricky Cruz stooped to support the sudden dead weight as the young blonde's body fell against his. Her cheek pressed against his chest, bare where his unbuttoned shirt had fallen open. Her tears were cold and wet on his skin.
"It's all right, honey," he murmured. He brought her inside and steered her to the couch. "Hey now, baby, it's all right."
"I'm sorry," Sally cried. "I had to come. I ... I just couldn't stay home any more. Your sister-?"
"My sister's out," he said. "You can stay. But what's happened?"
Sally tried to tell him, but couldn't for the team. It took a good ten minutes of soothing and gentle urging before she'd calmed down enough to choke out her story. It came in bits and pieces, between huge ragged sobs that shook Sally's entire body.
"Your own father," Ricky said in amazement, when she had finished. "Your father did this to you. The bastard."
"He made me," wept Sally. "He made me enjoy it! Once he began I wanted him to flick me. Oh Ricky, does this mean you won't want me? Won't want to fuck me anymore?"
Ricky's cock gave a big throb of hunger. In spite of his concern for Sally and anger at her father, the girl's tale had been turning him on. He couldn't lose the mental image of tall Robert Canavan hunching over his daughter, fucking his big long prick into her over and over as she groaned and rolled beneath him in incestuous passion.
He wanted a piece of that action too!
His hand sought Sally's tit. "You know I do, baby," he told the crying girl. "Nothing could ever keep me from wanting you."
Sally melted against him. Their arms went around each other. Sally's pointed boobs were squashed against Ricky's bare chest. Her nipples started to harden with rekindled desire. "I want you now, Ricky," she Said desperately. "Fuck me, take me; make it all right again. Oh please!"
One brown hand slid thrillingly down her back to cup the springy globes of her ass. "Anything you say," Ricky said.
Pleasure welled from the twin points of Sally's tits as she began to churn her shoulders to smash her jugs against his powerful chest. Hotter and harder the nipples grew, until they threatened to burn and bore out of her bra and blouse.
Ricky felt their needy heat. He almost tore the blouse off in his haste to get it undone. Then with a quick twist of his fingers he unsnapped the catch of her bra.
Sally pulled back long enough to allow Ricky to skin blouse and bra off her in one rapid motion. The blooming treasures of her fits bounced into view. The rigid nipples stared at him like two brown-red eyes.
Ricky lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He bit down on it gently. Sally shivered with delight. She wrapped both arms around his head as he sucked as much of her sweet warm flesh into his mouth as he could. She arched her back to feed him still more of her boob.
Furiously Ricky tongued and chewed and sucked the rubbery jug. The girl-taste was sweet. Sally nuzzled his head and murmured wordlessly into his dark hair as her excitement grew.
Still gnawing on the lit, Ricky put a hand on Sally's thigh. Eagerly the girl parted her legs. As he slid the hand up the satiny skin Ricky felt the crisp kiss of curly pubic hair on his hand. In surprise he realized that Sally's snatch was naked under her skirt. Then he remembered how her father had torn off her panties. She had run out of the house without putting on another pair
The thought of Sally's violation was an erotic stimulant to Ricky. Warm juices flowed over his hand as he touched her pussy. The cunt-lips, so recently spread and widened by her father's cock, parted easily to take in his forefinger. Sally caught her breath. The double assault on her lit and her twat was driving her out of her mind.
"I'm getting close, Ricky," she whispered urgently. "I'm going to come!"
Ricky's answer was to shove his hand deep into the furry wet hole of her cunt. He screwed his hand around and around inside Sally's body. He raked the sensitive skin of her fit with his teeth. His tongue kept up its maddening attack.
A wave of orgasm washed over Sally. Her cunt muscles lightened around Ricky's probing fingers. Pussy oils gushed over Ricky's hand. "Aaaaaahhhhhh," she cried. "I'm coming!"
Ricky let Sally ride out the throes of her climax. He could feel the tension and misery flow out of her. When the wild frenzy of her hips subsided she leaned into him and he hugged her to him. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, with her skirt riding up to expose her luscious, sopping pussy.
He set her down gently on his bed. It was. covered with a wine-colored Indian print bedspread. "Let's get naked, honey," he urged. "Then I'll fuck you for real!"
Eagerly, Sally obeyed. She got out of her skirt in record time. Ricky smiled In eager anticipation as his lustful eyes took in the spectacle of her body.
He saw a naked girl of medium height, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. She had the slimness of a girl, but her hips and fits were filling out into the ripeness of womanhood. She'd never have big jugs, but the molded cones of tit-flesh were high and proud and firm. As she lay slowly back on the 1 bedspread her white, tapered thighs parted slightly, allowing her pussy lips to peek pinkly through the toast-golden thatch of her. bush. The juices of her orgasm twinkled in the thatch, catching the mellow light of the single candle burning on the dresser.
"Look at me, Ricky!" Sally cried. "Fuck me with your eyes! Then take that big cock out and flick me with that too!"
Ricky's cock leaped out of his pants like a happy puppy. A big fat drop of clear fluid glistened at the tip. Sally gasped at the sight of the cock. And she had thought her father's prick was big! But where Robert Canavan's dick was long and skinny, Ricky Cruz's was long and thick, bulging with thick purple veins. All of a sudden Sally wanted that cock to use her. She wanted it in her. Again and again, forever.
She remembered how shocked she'd been by some of the stories she had heard in the girl's locker room in high school. She had been a nice girl but she hadn't shut her ears when the not so-nice ones bragged about their sexual exploits. A lot of times she had wondered in horror and secret arousal how the girls could do some of the things they told of, let alone enjoy them!
Now she wanted to find out! As Ricky pulled his shirt over his head Sally imagined what that mighty cock would feel like stuffed up between her moist, willing thighs. Or even in her mouth, fucking her face till it was all wet and shiny with her saliva, the way her father's had been. Or maybe, even, buried in the forbidden darkness of her asshole. She had recoiled in disgust the first time she'd heard about assfucking, but there had been a noticeable wet spot in the crotch of her panties afterward. There was so much fucking to do!
Naked, Ricky dropped down beside her. Sally reached over and took his cock in her fingers. They scarcely went around it. "But it's so big!" she murmured. "Will it go into me?"
"You're built for it, baby," Ricky said. "Your pussy will stretch to take my prick all the way - like this!"
He put his hands around Sally's narrow waist and pulled her on top of him. The giant cock stabbed into the flesh of her ass. It felt like a piece of wood, it was so rigid. Ricky lifted her up and let her down again. The lips of her pussy kissed the end of his cock. The throbbing red head slid deliciously along the pink-rimmed gash.
"Oh, God, Ricky! That feels good! Do it some more!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Ricky assured her through clenched teeth. Cool honey ran down the length of his straining prod and into the tangle of his bush.
Again the hands lifted Sally. Again the massive cockhead prodded at the moist gateway to her twat. This time, however, it slipped between the slightly-protruding inner cunt lips.
It was as if Sally hadn't had her father's prick blazing the trail into her pussy a few hours before. Ricky's cock was stretching her beyond endurance! Sally got her knees beneath her, gritted her teeth, and bore down hard.
Ricky's cock pushed past the lips of Sally's cunt and into the oily shaft beyond. Suddenly Sally slid down his throbbing pole of cock like a fireman answering an alarm. She cried aloud.
"Fill me up!" she screamed. "Fill me up with your big hard cock!"
The muscles on Ricky's stomach stood out with the effort as he drove up into her. "What a tight pussy you've got!" he gasped. His fingers dug into the softness of her haunches. He used his fingers to set the rhythm for her, up and down, up and down.
Ricky's inflated prick felt as fantastic going out as it did coming in. The sweet friction of the thick dick stroking over her clitoris made her want to shriek and tear her hair. "I told you you could take my cock in," Ricky said.
"Oh, yes," Sally murmured. "Yessssss!" Ricky pulled her down onto his prick. Delicious sensation flooded her.
Ricky was drinking in the spectacle of his huge prick disappearing into her crinkly brown bush as he fucked it into her. It miraculously reappeared as he withdrew. When he pulled out of Sally's snatch he could see the pale pink lips of her twat wrapped suckingly around his cock. The scent of aroused cunt wafted to his flaring nostrils.
It was everything Ricky had hoped it would be. He was in heaven, buried balls-deep in the tight wanton cunt of the girl he loved! The desire built in his brain, and took over the pace of his fucking.
Sally thought how much she had been missing. If only they hadn't waited! Her first time could have been with Ricky. But this was good enough to make up for all that had happened and all that she'd missed.
Faster and faster the pair flicked. Ricky's cock made a sopping slurping sound as it pumped Sally's cunt, and oily pussy juice splashed at every stroke. Ricky could feel the girl's twat grasping him fighter and tighter as she got closer to coming. The fighter Sally got, the nearer he got.
His hands cupped the fullness of Sally's ass now, spreading wide the pale globes of flesh. A fine mist of cunt sauce dampened them.
Sally's tits were juggling right above Ricky's face. She was holding herself up on locked arms. A bead of sweat ran down her face and dropped on Ricky's forehead.
A finger probed at the pucker of Sally's asshole. "Ricky, don't," Sally started to say. The greasy finger slipped inside just as Ricky flicked his prick specially deep in her quim.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!" screamed Sally as orgasm hit her.
Tightness strangled the cunt-enfolded base of Ricky's buried cock and traveled up its length. It took the top of his head off. He grunted and blew his wad.
"You're coming!" shrieked Sally. "I can feel it! So hot! You're spurting into me - ohhlihhh, it burns, it burns like acid. Oh, gooooood!"
"Take it, baby!" cried Ricky. "Take all that come! Take it all into your cunt!" They melted together for eternity.
After they came down from the heights they lay a while with Sally on top. Ricky gently stroked her back with a still-oily finger. His cock, limp but still big, was still inside her pussy.
"Christ, that was fine!" Ricky breathed. "How do you feel?"
"Oh, Ricky," Sally said happily. "I feel so much better. You make it so wonderful. It's almost like that ... that other never happened."
"Yeah, it's all right," Ricky told her, beginning to drift off to sleep. "Everything's going to be all right."
CHAPTER THREE
Sally moaned softly in her sleep and rolled over. She felt something in bed with her. With a small hippy sound she snuggled up to it. It was firm and warm.
With a start the girl awoke. She was in a dark, unfamiliar room, lying in a strange bed. She was not alone in the bed. Panic flooded her mind.
And then it all came back to her. The scene at her home. The rape by her father. Running away. The bus ride downtown. The sex with Ricky. What a wild, sweet time that had been! It was almost as if she hid surrendered her virginity to her lover, instead of having it plundered away by her lust-crazed father.
Sally thought about Ricky's cock. Strong and fat and pulsing with life. His balls in their hairy sack, filled to the brim with salty come, just waiting to be shot into her eager pussy. She could feel moisture start to flow from between her legs. She was getting turned on.
Sally rolled over onto her stomach. Ricky was lying on his back asleep next to her. He was naked, too. A thin sheet was thrown over the two of them.
The girl kissed Ricky on the chest. It was hard and strong. A thick thatch of black hair ran down between his powerful chest muscles to the flat firm belly. His nipples were dark against the brown of his skin. Lightly, Sally took one between her teeth and nipped it.
Ricky stirred. A hand came up to stroke the long blonde hair. He made a noise low in his throat.
The touch of Ricky's skin was a turn-on for Sally. She slid her head, downward, kissing his chest, then his belly. He petted her lazily. "Go ahead, baby," he murmured, half-awake.
Glancing down, Sally realized what he meant.
There was a tall bulge in the sheet covering his crotch. He was getting turned on, too.
What Ricky now wanted, Sally knew, was for her to take that big cock of his into her mouth and suck on it till it blew off another wad of jism. Why not? she thought. She loved the way he tasted. And his cock had felt so fine up her snatch.
Besides, she thought with a brief shudder, it wasn't anything she hadn't done before. Not too many hours ago her father had forced his slimy prick into her mouth.
Sally pulled the sheet down. She lay with the side of her head across Ricky's hips, admiring his prick.
"You like the way it looks; baby?" Ricky said. Sally nodded. Her long blonde hair tickled his stomach. She bent the cock downward till the opening in its tip was staring her in the eye. With a sudden impulse she kissed it. It tasted salty.
Ricky's whole body tensed.
Sally tasted something tangy. She pulled her head back. A fat drop of pre-seminal fluid glittered on the tip of the cock. Greedily she lapped it off, feeling him writhe with joy.
"It tastes so good!" she purred. "What does the rest of this great big old cock taste like?" Sally ran her tongue out and swirled it round and round his prickhead.
"That's the way to find out, baby!" gasped Ricky. Pleasure shuddered up through his body.
Her tongue felt like wet fire.
The hefty hunk of cock swelled in Sally's hand. She kissed the tip of it again and tried fitting it into `her mouth. She had to stretch her lips wide, but she got the whole head in, filling her mouth with the flavor of cock. She bit down, gently, behind the flaring fleshy hood of the prick.
Ricky grabbed two handfuls of yellow hair and squirmed on the bed. He felt Sally's breath burning on the underside of his super sensitized prick. And he could smell her pussy begin to ooze with desire.
"Let me do you too, babe," he said. He grabbed Sally around the hips and pulled her ass up towards his face. She kept a hold of his cock, kissing it and laying it maddeningly with her greedy pink tongue.
"God, what a lovely pussy you've got!" Ricky said as he pulled one of Sally's legs across his hairy chest. She was straddling him, belly down. Her wet pink cunt was wide open and staring him full in the face.
The two thick flesh-rolls of her outer cunt lips were lightly furred with curling golden hairs. Thrusting boldly between them were the shiny flaps of her inner lips. They were parted like the mouth of a girl waiting to be kissed. Cunt juice sparkled in the crack between. Above and almost out of sight along the luscious curve of her butt was her asshole, small and pert and puckery. Her crack was flaming red against the ivory skin of her ass.
The sight made Ricky's mouth water. Sally had her lips around his cock again, sucking on it like a lollipop. Her tongue whipped his cock like hot wire. He put his hands on her asscheeks and pressed them apart more. Her cunt opened like a flower at daybreak, to reveal the pale convoluted insides of her love tunnel. Sally's snatch was awash with fragrant honey. It flowed out of her gaping slit and ran in rivulets down her glorious bush, and 4ropped in little tingling pools on Ricky's chest.
He leaned forward and kissed the wide-open twat. "Oh Jesus!" screamed Sally. "Oh, do it again."
Ricky did. He stuck his tongue into the rankness of her cunt. Her fingers clawed into his hips. He pulled his head back. "Suck me off, Sally darling," he commanded. "Make me shoot off in your mouth. And I'll give this tasty cunt of yours a tongue-lashing you'll never forget."
Quivering with horny anticipation, Sally did as she was ordered. She was inexpert, but eager. She accidentally bit down too, hard and Ricky yelped in pain. Her loving tongue quickly made him forget Ricky reached back and pulled a pillow under his bead. It pushed his face deep into Sally's pussy.
With the pillow to hold up his bead he could use both hands to play with her cunt and asshole, and keep her asscheeks wide apart. His avid tongue delved deeply into her pussy.
As untrained a cocksucker as she was, Sally couldn't take much of that rampant cock into her face without gagging. But she took what she could, and loved it. One hand was wrapped around the prick, pumping slowly up and down. The other played with his balls, rolled them around and around in their tight little sac. Sally could feel their load coming to a boil, quivering and frothing and ready to spew clear to her tonsils. And all the time Ricky's knowing tongue was plumbing new depths of delight in her cunt.
Ricky was savoring the juices that ran down his thin. His tongue corkscrewed in and out. Then it lapped along the grinning, slobbering slash. Next it poked `at the little hood of skin covering her cit. The tongue electrified Sally's whole body, punching at her lust button. It stood up, pearly and gleaming in the light of the candle on the dresser.
Sally licked up and down the vein-ridged underside of Ricky's prick. When it was dripping wet she bit it, lightly, at the base. It jerked in her hand like a bronco at the gate. Blood hammered in the cock. She nibbled up it, and the shaking increased till it was bucking madly in her hand.
"I'm about to come!" shouted Ricky `around a mouthful of hairy twat. "Hurry up and suck my prick, for Christ's sake!"
His exploding breath thrilled Sally's wide-open snatch. Feverishly she wrapped her lips around the quivering cock. His rigid tongue shoved ever deeper into her cunt.
Suddenly Ricky was fucking Sally at both ends, with giant straining cock and stiff red tongue. She whimpered in joy. She opened her mouth till her jaws ached. The gag reflex started. Then Ricky's lower lip crushed her cit and drove everything from Sally's mind but blinding ecstasy.
Sally rolled her ass around on his tongue, fucking herself on it, while she sucked hard on his prick. At last she'd taken in every inch of his cock. And the lustful greed of her young body demanded more!
Ricky came. His prick gave a mighty pulse and hot white come splattered Sally's tonsils. She choked once on the sudden stream. The sensation that shot through his cock made him dig his fingers in her ass till it felt like he'd tear it apart. His tongue was a wild living creature in her pussy. It struck sparks of delight up and down her cunt.
Another spurt jetted into Sally's mouth, and another. Steaming, salty sweetness filled her mouth. She could feel the jism seeping out between her lips. Her being was filled with cock, tongue, and tasty come, and her orgasm clamped her pussy muscle hard on Ricky's tongue. Frantically thrashing, they churned together and ate each other.
Ricky's cock pumped furiously till it had no more come to shoot down Sally's already-full throat. Still it kept pumping in never-ending orgasm. His face was buried in her pussy. He drank his fill of the sweet juices of her cunt.
They were so far gone in shared orgasm that neither one heard the front door of the apartment open.
The knob turned on the bedroom door. The door opened. "Ricky, darling," a female voice began. Then it stopped as if cut off.
With a single heave of his muscles Ricky. Rolled the sexually-spent blonde off him. She turned her eyes up toward the door.
A girl stood there. She was small, almost tiny. But into her small frame was packed more vibrant sexual energy than any three normal females owned. Even Sally could feel its impact. The girl had hair like a raven's wing. And her darkly lovely face was contorted in fury.
"Estancia-" Ricky began.
The girl's explosion shut him up. "Estancia!" she screamed. "Don't `Estancia' me, you bastard! How dare you! How can you lie there looking at me like that, with your come dripping out of that straw-haired pig's ugly mouth? What's that smeared all over your face? Cunt juice? Is it? Oh, you bastard!"
She gathered herself and launched herself at them like a tiger. She spewed incredible-sounding Spanish obscenities. Long red fingernails clawed at Sally.
After one numb moment Sally rolled out of the. way. It was just in time. The enameled talons drew vivid lines of pain along her ribs. She fell off the bed as the enraged Chicano piled into it.
Ricky and the black-haired fury were bouncing comically up and down on the bed. But there was nothing funny about what was happening. Sally looked up and just got her arm up in time to take a razor-edged slash from her elbow to her wrist. The brunette meant business. She had been trying to get her nails into Sally's pretty blue eyes.
Sally fell back in a tangle of limbs. The other girl fought to her knees. She weaved as she tried to get leverage to pounce. Ricky got up to a sitting position. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around.
With a wordless shriek of rage the dark girl struck at his face. Ricky blocked the vicious swipe with his forearm and slapped the girl across the face with all his might.
She tumbled backward off the bed onto the floor. In a flash she was on her feet again. Her eyes flashed like black lightning. Sally threw herself behind Ricky for protection.
"That's right, hide behind him, you thieving slut! I don't know how you tricked my brother into wanting to get inside that sloppy Anglo cunt of yours. But when I'm finished with you he ain't gonna want you no more! Puta!" She spat venomously at the cowering blonde. With a last look of pure hatred, she stormed out of the room.
Ricky and Sally heard the apartment door slam shut so hard things rattled on shelves. Sally let out a heartbroken sob and buried `her face against Ricky's shoulder. He slipped an arm around her and held her trembling body to his. When she could talk, Sally lifted her tear-streaked face.
"That girl ... she called you her brother," she said unevenly. "She's your ... your ... "
"Estancia is my sister," Ricky told her quietly. "She is a year younger than I am. We moved in here together when our parents were killed. She ... she sees me as her protector. I'm all she has. She hates the thought of sharing me with anybody."
Sally nodded and clung to him tightly. She missed the hint of evasiveness in Ricky's voice. She didn't let herself think that Estancia had raved as if it had been her lover, not her brother, she'd found in bed with the blonde girl.
"Hey, you're quite a cocksucker, babe, you know that?" Rick said, jollying her. Sally smiled shyly. She wanted to believe everything would be all right. She had been through too much hell recently to let herself believe anything else bad would happen.
Sally let Ricky push her onto her back again. The scene with his sister bad turned him on.
Together they fucked, sweetly and sensuously. Sally held Ricky tight and cried out when they came. When they drifted off to sleep, she had forgotten the hatred-twisted, beautiful face of Ricky's sister. She had forgotten the brunette's threatening words as well. Soon enough, Sally would remember them.
Sally stirred and shook her head. Slowly she came awake to the yellow light of morning pouring in through the cheap curtains. The noise that had awakened her still continued. An impatient, urgent rapping sound. Sally rolled from side to side and threw out a slender arm. She was alone in the bed.
"Ricky," Sally called. No one answered. Then she remembered. Ricky worked in the mornings, and had classes in the afternoon. He was employed as a refrigerator repairman.
Bleary-eyed, the, blonde got to her feet. The knocking went on. "Just a minute, just a, minute," she mumbled to herself. Sally padded over to the closet. Inside she- found a man's blue terry-cloth bathrobe. No slippers, though. She wrapped the fuzzy robe around her and walked barefoot out of the bedroom to the front door.
It took the sleepy girl a few moments to fumble open the deadbolt. "I've got it!" she called out.
The words died in her throat. Two men stood outside. When they saw her standing there in the blue robe they grinned. Something about them chilled her to the marrow.
Both were big, one Chicano, one a beefy blond with a round red face. "I'm afraid you've got the wrong apartment," Sally said hurriedly, backing away.
The two moved forward.
CHAPTER FOUR
Frantically, Sally stepped back. The shorter, darker man got his foot into the door. The girl turned to run.
"I got her, Carlos," the other man said. He bounded past the Chicano and caught her before she had gone three steps. She fought him furiously, pounding his broad chest with her fists He just stood there, holding her off the floor as if she didn't weigh anything His broad face was split by a loose-lipped, malicious grin.
Then the girl's struggles twisted her in his grasp. With a sudden spurt of energy she drove a knee into his groin. "Oof!" he grunted and doubled over.
Sally wriggled free. The bathroom door was ajar, and she headed for it. Then a hand closed around her wrist and spun her around. The big blond man had hold of her again. His broad face was twisted in rage.
From the corner of her eye Sally saw a hand like a hamhock swinging in a vicious roundhouse. Blinding pain exploded in her head with a noise like thunder. The world went dark.
Sweet sensation enveloped Sally. She was in a softly-lit room. Music played gently somewhere. Ricky was with her. He was sitting on a big divan, like the one in her parent's living room. He was naked, and so was she. She was sitting astride him, facing him, and she was fucking herself into madness on his big stiff prick.
Brown fingers dug into her back as they fucked. Pleasure burned in her pussy. He was so huge! His cock was splitting her apart. Ricky's hot breath burned on her neck.
At every stroke Sally's need for that mighty cock grew greater. Faster and faster she fucked herself on Ricky's click. Spongy lewd sounds came from her crotch as her cunt juice was whipped to a froth. She clawed at his back. She felt him tense, felt the orgasm building. She was close, so close to coming, almost there.
A sharp pain dug into the back of Sally's neck. Her green eyes snapped open.
Gone was the half-lit room. Gone was the candlelight. And gone was Ricky. She was looking at a stretch o cracked green vinyl inches ally from her pert nose. Instead of the indescribably sweet aroma of Ricky's sweat and her own flowing pussy, a stink of oil and dust clogged the girl's nostrils.
Sally was still being bounced around, though. However, the motion wasn't due to an ever-increasing frenzy of fucking. She was in the back seat of a car, or rather on the floor between the front and back seats. She was face-down, and being driven over an obviously rough road probably a dirt road.
Still in a daze, Sally realized she was still turned on from the erotic dream. Her hands were beneath her, cupped over her pussy mound. Almost mechanically, she began to massage the furry cunt-bun.
Sounds were coming from the front seat. Music was playing, country music, but the reception was bad and static kept overriding it. Only part of Sally's fogged brain noticed.
The rest was imagining, trying to recapture the dream. Yes, there was Ricky again. She couldn't see his face. Her head bumped into the same sharp edge of the front seat that had awakened her. She didn't notice this time.
Sally's fingers sought within the blue terrycloth robe that was still wrapped around her body. The fingers felt the crispness of the pubic fur, then the oily dampness of her aroused twat. Into the cleft of her cunt she slipped a fingertip. It touched her cit. Her body tingled with sweet sensation.
Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. His Name pounded into her to the rhythm of the road. God, she loved him. He was so beautiful. His cock was so beautiful. Big and long and thick, powerful as a locomotive. And it was hers, all hers, buried deep in her greedy pussy.
Sally came. She finger-fucked herself with one hand while the other diddled her cit. Her body writhed around the delicious torment in her snatch, curling like a caterpillar around a sharp stick. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat.
A rustle of movement came from the front seat. "Well, she's still breathing," a voice with a heavy Chicano accent said somewhere above her. "Maybe even coming around a little. Thank God for that, man. I thought you'd killed her, you stupid motherfucker."
"Don't loose your lip on me, boy," came a mumbled reply. "I may just take a mind to knock some of that sass out of you."
Somebody laughed mirthlessly. "That'll be the day," the Chicano said. "Just be glad you didn't hurt her. Estancia would have torn your eyes out and made you eat them."
Estancia! The Name and the picture it conjured up cut through Sally like a knife. She snapped out of her stupor. The afterglow of orgasm died as if switched off.
Suddenly, Sally knew what had happened. She had been kidnapped by two men. Those must be their voices coming from in front. The Chicano was the one called Carlos, who'd kept her from shutting the door. The other was no doubt the big blond. She shivered as she thought of the evil way he had smiled when he tried to get away. And the look on his face after she kneed him made her sick. It was like something out of a horror movie, not anything human.
He had hit her then. The blow must have knocked her unconscious. She had been bundled into the back of the car and had stayed out till the jarring of the road woke her up.
Sally bit her lip. She felt like screaming. What were they going to do to her? What did they have to do with Ricky's strange, wild sister? She made herself control her panic. She had to lie still and pretend to be unconscious still. If her captors thought she was out cold she might have a chance to run lot it when they got to wherever they were going.
Someone switched off the radio with a violent twist. "Well, god damn these mountains anyway.
Can't get shit on the radio up here!"
"Don't worry about it, man," Carlos said. "We're almost there. Just around this bend." Sally felt the car sway as it rounded the curve, bouncing and jouncing from the ruts in the road.
The car slowed to a stop. Sally heard the doors opening in front, and feet crunching on sandy soil. "It'd be a lot easier to get the chickie out if you hadn't tapped her so hard, Fred," Carlos said. Fred snorted.
"Don't you worry, boy," the other said. "If you don't wanna strain your little old back, just let me handle her. You go get the cabin open, I'll be right along."
Carlos hesitated for a moment before Sally heard his footsteps trudging away from the car.
Behind Sally the seat back was pushed forward. She could feel cool mountain air kissing her limbs like a lover. She could also feel a presence looming over her.
"Hot damn, but that's one gorgeous piece of ass," Fred murmured to himself. "Hope that crazy little bitch Estancia don't slit your cunt open to your asshole too soon. I'm just dyin' to try both of `em out."
Heavy hands grasped Sally around the shoulders. She felt herself lifted effortlessly. Her hip banged painfully against the doorframe, and then Fred was holding her in his heavily-muscled arms. He kicked the door shut with his heel and began walking.
Sally let one green eye slip open. As she'd guessed they were in an isolated stretch of the mountains. A stand of pines crawled down a slope to surround a little red cedar cabin on three sides. The downward slope was clear. The road ran down the bill and disappeared around another stand of pines a hundred yards down a slope. If she had a chance, she might be able to make it to the trees.
"Oh, you sweetheart," Fred crooned to himself. "You got yourself one of the hottest little bodies I ever seen. Estancia promised I could play games with you before she finished with you. We gonna have some good times together."
A cold ball of sickness clenched itself In Sally's stomach. She was just absorbing what he'd said as he was looking at her, there in the car. What he said Estancia had planned for her. could it be real? Could anyone be that cruel? She remembered the mad light that had burned in Estancia's coal-black eyes the night before. Sally wanted to die just then. Estancia would surely be capable of doing that to her. She'd be capable of anything.
No opportunity for escape presented itself on the short walk to the cabin. Though her flesh crawled away from the big man's touch, Sally kept her self-control somehow.
Turning sideways, Fred carried the limp form into the cabin. Carlos was on the floor by the hearth, breaking pine twigs for kindling. "Yeah, get some heat in here, so we don't freeze before this little cunt has a chance to warm us up real good," Fred said. He laid Sally on the floorboards with a bump.
He started to walk away. "Hey, goddamnit!" Carlos yelled from the fireplace. "Lock that door!"
"Huh?" Fred grunted.
"She might be faking, man. You lock that door before you get out of reach of her, or she might just be gone. And then we're in the shits, man."
"Shit, Carlos, she's sleeping like a baby," Fred said. But he went to the door and shut it tight. Sally heard the clicking of a deadbolt going home.
Lying on her back, her eyes closed, Sally felt hopelessness washing over her. She was trapped. She'd never had a chance to flee. And she might not get another chance.
Someone would come! She thought with a momentary surge of hope. But the feeling passed as quickly as it had come. No one knew where she was, or even that she was gone. Her father probably wouldn't even be looking for her. Ricky would assume she'd gone back home. He'd find out she hadn't soon, true, and he might even know about the cabin. But he wouldn't necessarily think of looking for her there. And if he did, it would almost certainly be too late to prevent Estancia from doing ... what she was going to do.
A heavy footfall sounded beside Sally's head. She fought the urge to turn and look. "Told you. Dead to the world. Let me show you." Fred lowered his bulk to one knee.
Hot sharp pain stabbed into Sally's left breast. She shrieked aloud, her back arching clear off the floor. She screamed again as she fell back. She rolled away, clutching her hands over her boobs. She could feel the bruises starting where Fred's brutally strong fingers had pinched her left tit.
The blond man knelt there dumbfounded, looking at her. By the fireplace Carlos was laughing like a hyena. "I told you, man," he brayed. "You are just so smart. That gringa pussy had you faked right out, you dumb jodido."
Sally was up on her knees, staring through smudged eyes from one to the other; The terrycloth robe had slipped from one shoulder and fallen, exposing an expanse of her creamy adolescent flesh to where her crossed arms pinned the garment against her jugs. Her breath came in ragged pants.
Fred's face slowly turned purple. "God damn you, bitch," he ground out, getting slowly to his feet. "I'm gonna make you sorry for that."
In two steps he was on her. Carlos had his back turned, getting the fire started. The huge man grabbed Sally by the shoulder and threw her back into the wall. She put her hands down to support herself. Her robe fell open. Her budding pinktipped tits bobbed free, jerking and swaying to the rhythm of her breathing.
The sight of her fired Fred's fury. She was naked before him, naked and helpless, the robe plunging open clear to where the strands of golden cunt fur curled tantalizing in view, speaking of the rich treasures they concealed. He cocked his arm and slapped her once across the tits.
Sally rocked back into the wall, her mouth twisting iii a cry of agony. The sight of her pain spurred him on. Again and again he slapped her tender boobs, flopping them this way and that. His strength was like that of a wild animal. The raging lust to hurt filled him. It grew greater the more the girl cowered and cried uselessly for mercy.
Suddenly the man's bulk was spun away. He came to his feet and staggered back into a post running from floor to ceiling with a thud that seemed to rock the whole cabin. Carlos was crouched by Sally's side. He'd bounded over from the fireside and pulled the brawny man off her as if he'd been a toy.
Murder glared in Fred's little pig eyes. He huffed his breath out like a boiler venting steam, and started forward.
Unflinching, Carlos faced him. Sally got her first good look at the man who'd just rescued her from the brawny sadist. He was medium-height, as she had seen at first, but what she had not seen was how his thick body was knotted with rippling muscles. He was stocky, built low and solid. Now he crouched, facing the other man on the balls of his feet.
Fred advanced, a lunatic gleam in his eyes. "Don't come no closer, man," `Carlos warned in a low voice. The big man spread his arms.
There was a sharp click. In the space between the two appeared the glittering blade of a switchblade. Carlos stubby brown fingers were wrapped around the hilt. "Another step and this goes in your fat guts, bro'," he hissed.
Sally quit breathing as she watched the scene with mingled horror and hope. Her fits burned as if they were on fire, more pain than she'd ever known in her life. But the pain was dimmed by the thought that her captors might kill each other. Or even that Carlos might kill that vicious bastard Fred. Carlos seemed better-natured than the blond and was obviously not the sadist Fred was. Maybe he'd let her go.
Fred stopped. Something like sanity came into his small blue eyes. For a moment he stood gazing dumbly at the crouching Chicano.
Finally he gave a half-hearted laugh. "Hey, man, take it easy," he said lightly. "No call to get all uptight. I was just havin' a little fun with her. No harm in that. It's what we got her up here for, ain't it?"
Carlos stayed down, his knife unwavering. "Estancia wants to teach her a lesson. But she wants her in good shape. Not all bruised, or beaten half to death."
"Well, shit, I just got carried away, that's all."
The big man turned away. The Chicano watched him warily for a few seconds, then put the knife away.
He turned his attention to the crouching girl. She looked up at him, `pleading with her clear blue eyes. His next words banished Sally's thoughts that he might help her.
"You are a fine-looking piece of ass, girl," he said, as his eyes traveled over her naked skin. Bright hand-marks burned on her tits, but their shape was perfect, mouth-watering, their skin satiny. Her belly was firm and gently rounded, curving down to the tangle of hair at her crotch. The robe still hid her pussy.
Carlos licked his lips. Sally saw the bulge in his pants. His eyes followed her gaze, and he laughed. "Hey, yeah, that's right. Get a good look at it. You're gonna be gettin' a lot more of it," he said. "I got to admit, watching that gringo bastard work you over was so frightening, my poor prick is all scared stiff!"
Laughing coarsely, he pulled Sally away from the wall and shoved her onto her back. "Stancia said we could have a little fun with you if we wanted," he explained, as he unfastened his belt. He unbuttoned his pants and started unzipping his fly. "Now Fred was getting too carried away with his kind of fun. My kind ain't going to give you no bruises. And once I get started, you ain't going to want no one to stop me."
Carlos pulled his pants down over his slim hips. His cock sprang out into the open air. In spite of herself, Sally gasped in admiration.
Carlos' cock was a good eight inches of throbbing meat, and a good inch and a half thick. The head of the prick was dark purple. It gave off a heat that Sally could feel, almost as strong as the heat from the fire across the room.
Under other circumstances the sweet waters might have begun to flow in Sally's snatch at the sight of such a magnificent dick. But Fred's beating her fits had driven all erotic thought from her mind.
Still, the sight of that big prick poised over her held her fascinated for a long moment.
Transfixed, Sally watched as Carlos went down to one knee beside her. As she stared at his rigid cock, he reached out and lifted the sides of the fuzzy blue robe, completely exposing her desirable young body.
When he did so the spell was broken. Sally moved in a burst of speed, trying to get out from under him, to escape. The girl never had a chance. Carlos' hands shot out and cupped her heaving tits, pinning her to the rough floor. His palms were cool and dry.
Carlos felt the heat of the girl's body welling up through the skin of his palms. The nasty pale cherries of her nipples were not hard. He smiled to himself as he forced her struggling legs apart, squirming between them with his pelvis. They'd get hard soon enough, once she'd had a taste of what she had to offer.
In a short time Carlos had his hips and legs between Sally's creamy thighs in spite of her resistance. Sally wasn't screaming now. Her teeth were clenched, her alluring lips pressed together in a grim line. She thrashed her yellow head from side to side as she fought him. The only sounds she made were little grunts and squeals of effort.
Propping himself on his elbows, Carlos began to get his mighty cock into position to plow the furrow of Sally's twat. His hands kept hold of the pleasing handles of her jugs. Her efforts made them feel as if they had a life of their own.
Coarse pubic hair rasped the underside of Carlos' huge prick. He fucked his cock several times up and down Sally's cunt-mound, and her heat and energy almost made him spew his load all the way to her bellybutton. That would be a waste, he thought, when he had such a hot, fight, writhing cunt to plug his prick into.
Carlos slid down to bring his cock to bear on the fur-rimmed slash. He prodded once with his hips. His cockhead poked at the top of her pussy, crushed the clitoris against Sally's pubic bone. She caught her breath, and her even white teeth made half-moons along her lower lip.
It hurt!
But it didn't hurt nearly as much as what happened next.
When Sally had been raped by her father, her cunt was all moist and ready from her love-play with Ricky. Even though her cherry had been broken when he fucked her, the pain had not been that great because she was already beginning to be overcome by the pleasure of it.
Now her pussy tunnel was bone-dry. The cunt-oozings of the dream she'd had in the car had dried to nothingness. And now Carlos' enormous prick jabbed once or twice more at her pussy lips, and then plunged all its tremendous length into the unwilling cunt!
This time a cock really did feel like a hot iron being driven into her body. A hot iron covered with broken glass, and big around as a telephone pole. Sally's back arched in pain, and Carlos grunted with delight as he forced her pussy farther up around his cock. She opened. her mouth and screamed till her jaws ached.
Slim fingers turned into claws, reaching for the stocky Chicano's eyes. He let go of the girl's tits and wrapped his brawny arms around her, trapping her arms at her sides in a grip of steel. Furiously Sally butted at her rapist with her head. He shoved his face into the angle of neck and shoulder and pressed so that was impossible. He began to suck on her neck, tasting her fear. She moaned and rolled her blue, blue eyes.
Ruthlessly, that huge battering-ram of a prick hunched into her. Each thrust was impossibly more painful than the last. Sally was certain that the tender insides of her pussy were torn and bleeding She must have suffered irreparable damage down there. Sally's flesh tingled all over with loathing.
Their interlocking bodies became covered with a gleaming sheen of sweat. Carlos' body was sweating from his fucking, Sally's from her fruitless struggles. If the girl had been thinking more clearly she would have realized her wriggling and straining was giving the Chicano the flick of his life. Few willing partners were ever this active in the sack!
And then the teenaged beauty began to realize something more. The rhythmic, driving of Carlos' cock wasn't hurting so much. In fact, it no longer hurt at all. And the strokes were coming more easily.
The tingling from Sally's scalp to her curling toes was no longer one of hatred and disgust. Instead it was as Canoe himself predicted. He was filling her repeatedly with that mammoth prick of his, and she was starting to groove on it!
Now that her cunt was lubricating, the invading cock was searing the lining of her cunt with pure pleasure. What was the old saying? When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy...
She'd been able to get off while being raped by her own father. This wasn't all that bad. Carlos fucked with a masterful power Sally's father didn't have. Ricky had the same power, but it was too painful to think of him.
Soon the girl was well on her way to coming. Her assailant's breathing was becoming more and more jagged, so it was obvious he was getting close too. In her excitement, she began to call out to him.
"Oh Jesus, do it to me, baby," she murmured, eyes closed. "Fuck me good. Fill me up with steaming come, fill me to the tonsils."
"You better believe it," Carlos groaned into the curve of her graceful neck. His forehead was pressed into the floorboards. He scarcely noticed.
"Oh, I do, I do. Give me all that great big cock" Sally begged. "Give it to me, stuff it up my ... mmmmfffgggh!"
Her words were suddenly cut off by something being stuck into her mouth. Her eyes shot open. Her taste buds told her what she'd see, because in the past twenty-four hours they had learned to recognize the taste of cock.
Fred was kneeling at her head, naked from the waist down. Even as she looked at him he reached out and took her by the chin, roughly tilting her head back to take in more of his stiff cock.
A detached part of Sally's mind comprehended then why Fred took pleasure in sadism. He had a lot to compensate for.
In spite of his great physical size, the big blond had a small prick. Less than five inches from the feel of it.
Sally's lips and teeth were closed behind Fred's cockhead. One great hand held her by the lower jaw, to keep her head positioned and possibly to keep from being bitten. The other hand jacked himself off furiously.
Not even having the sadist's ugly little dong shoved in her face brought Sally down, though. Carlos' fucking short-circuited everything but her pleasure centers. Delight filled Sally's being.
Carlos ignored the newcomer. He still nibbled at her neck, sucking on her sweet flesh. His cock drilled into her. She sighed around Fred's prick and came.
Hands balled into fists, Sally rode a wild orgasm. The force of it lifted her ass off the floor in spite of Carlos' weight atop her. Slim tapering legs clamped about his waist, trapping him, forcing him deeper into her boiling box. The spasming muscles of Sally's cunt sucked the length of his cock like a dozen mouths.
"Jesus!" Carlos gasped. "Here it comes!"
He shot his wad off m Sally's pussy. With three throbbing pumps of his prick Carlos filled her cunt to overflowing. White jism boiled out around the thick shaft of his cock, seeping in cool lines down her downy asscheeks and dripping onto the robe. The oozing come mingled into the dark stain her cunt honey had already made.
As Sally's coming sucked the last drops of hot sperm from his prick, Carlos lifted his head. "Told you," he gasped. "Said she'd enjoy it. The hot little slut just came like it was the last time."
Grunting like a boar in heat, Fred shot his load.
The small stiff prod quivered in Sally's mouth like a tuning fork. Salty come flooded her mouth. Its acrid taste drowned the lingering fires of her climax. She tried to jerk her head away. Some of the white slime leaked into her windpipe and she choked. She started coughing.
Fred wriggled his hips in ecstasy as Carlos pumped his spent cock, into Sally a few final times as if unwilling to withdraw from that grasping quim. "Damn, that's purely fine," Fred sighed.
He stood up. Carlos pulled his cock out of Sally's snatch with a wet plop! A few last drops of come drooled from its tip as he stood up too. They fell on her belly, one or two dewing the honey-colored curls of her bush.
"You're a damn good fuck, baby," Carlos said. Sally lay on her back, looking up at him without expression.
"We're going to tie you to that post there, to keep you out of trouble, you know?" the Chicano continued, pulling up his trousers. "And hey, you can see it's not going to be that bed, que no?" He grinned.
"At least not till Estancia gets here," Fred rumbled.
Shiny tears began to roll down Sally's smooth cheeks.
CHAPTER FIVE
A pine log burned fitfully in the fireplace. Sally could feel its heat through the terrycloth robe. She was slumped on the floor a few feet away from the fireplace. Her back was to the hearth. Her slender arms were wrapped around the square post bracing the cabin's ceiling. They were fastened together at the wrists by a pair of handcuffs.
The slobbering blond sadist, Fred, had put the cuffs on her. She had been too spent and discouraged to resist him when he dragged her to the post and locked the steel bracelets around her wrists. She hadn't even cried out when Fred, keeping a wary eye to make sure Carlos didn't catch him, gave her still-swollen nipples a couple of nasty tweaks.
The cabin's main room served as both kitchen and living room. The other room was a bedroom, and from its open door came pig-like snoring sounds. Fred was taking a nap. Carlos was outside, chopping logs into pieces that would fit the fireplace. The thunk! ... thunk! ... thunk! of his axe was steady and monotonous.
Despair colored Sally's thoughts. Her mouth was still full of the stale fishy taste of Fred's come. Her cunt was gooey with Carlos' jism and the remnants of her own passion. She felt soiled. She felt hopeless.
The cedar post had resisted her efforts to somehow pull it loose. She had been left alone all afternoon, and only had to be careful that her straining didn't awaken the sleeping Fred. But she had tugged and shoved and struggled herself into exhaustion without coming any closer to freedom. Now she felt only apathy.
Far off, a rumbling noise sounded. Slowly, it got louder. Sally's depressed mind took no notice of it, until an odd silence said Carlos had stopped his constant chopping to listen.
The sound expanded and took on form. It was the grumbling of an engine, the crunching of the tires of a car toiling up the dirt road to the cabin.
The sudden taste of hope was metallic and bright in Sally's mouth. Someone was coming! Could Ricky have tracked her kidnappers to the cabin? Had some neighbor reported suspicious activity to the police? Was she going to be saved?
The engine gave a sudden surge and the tires roared as they spun in the dirt. The car pulled up before the cabin with enough force to send a clattering shower of grit and pebbles onto the porch. A car door slammed.
A moment later the door of the cabin flew open. Sally glanced up. The budding glow of hope went out of her clear blue eyes. She gasped.
There in the doorway, silhouetted against the afternoon brightness, was a once-seen but well remembered figure. The short but voluptuously rounded figure of Estancia Cruz.
The Chicana was dressed in high-heeled black boots and blue jeans which, except for the flared cuffs, were so impossibly tight they seemed to be sprayed onto her lithe hindquarters. Above that she wore a dark-blue knit pullover with three yellow stripes running across the firm roundness of her belly. The material of the pullover clung lovingly to her every curve, flowing outward over a truly impressive pair of fits. Then it swooped back inwards to snuggle her trim waist, and flared again at the bottom to cap her lush hips and ass.
Above the pullover, Estancia Cruz was wearing a look of evil triumph on her darkly pretty face. Her full red-lipped mouth was twisted in a sneer, and black light danced in her eyes.
"Welcome to my little love nest, Querida," she said with apparent friendliness. But there was something about the way she spoke the Spanish word for "darling" that made Sally go weak inside.
"I can tell by that grunting that Fred is taking a nap," she went on. "So let's have a look at you."
The girl stepped forward. Sally tried to cringe away. Quick as a snake the Chicana's hand darted out and twisted itself in her long blonde hair. "There, there," Estancia said reprovingly. "Don't try to get away from your little Estancia. Or you'll get hurt, chiquita. Comprende?"
Eyes wide, Sally could only nod. Estancia pulled her up until she was half-sitting, holding herself up with one arm.
A long-nailed finger daintily swept astray wisp of blonde hair from Sally's forehead. The touch thrilled the blonde girl in a mysterious way. What was the power this dark girl had? The finger slid down her fine-boned face and trailed off her slightly pointy chin.
Next the lip of the nail touched the hollow in the middle of her collarbone. It traced a line downwards between her small breasts, offered up to her appraising gaze by the parting of the blue robe. The nail swerved to the left and began describing aspiral in the soft flesh of one tit.
Estancia began to push down harder. Sally bit her lower lip. It was beginning to hurt. She remembered Fred's statement about what Estancia planned, and was almost sick. Estancia pressed harder. The enameled nail drew a red line behind it in the pale skin.
"Mmmnmnnnnnhh!" Sally moaned as the sharp nail across the nipple. Estancia smiled. She took the bud of sensitive tit-flesh between finger and thumbnail and began to roll it between them.
Sally's eyes shut and she ground her teeth together. She wouldn't give Estancia the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. She wouldn't! The nails were like knives cutting into her nipple. Sally. was certain they were drawing blood. Like the blood pounding in her temples and swimming behind her tightly-closed eyelids.
Then Sally realized what Estancia was really doing to her. For despite the searing agony of those razor-like nails Sally's nipple was getting hard and big. Pleasure shot through the stabbing pain in her jug. "Ohhhhhh," Sally moaned, starting to roll her hips.
Estancia's smile broadened. She let go of the nipple, which stood proud and erect, staring at her like a pink-brown eye.
The nail jabbed at the lit again, sliding down the tender underside like an acid-filled pen. Sally's stomach muscles contracted as the nail outlined her belly. Digging in again, Estancia drew the nail to her hip and slanted inward along the fold of skin between thigh and furry crotch.
Plowing a furrow in Sally's skin, Estancia's fingernail crossed the forested mound of the cunt. With mingled fear and anticipation Sally felt the torturing, pleasuring nail nearing the top of her slash. A little love-juice began to tingle and flow in the recesses of her cunt.
The nail reached her pussy, and stabbed. Sally shrieked. She bit her lip, panting like a winded animal. It had hit her clitoris and almost made her brain explode. Estancia was breathing almost as heavily as she.
The finger spread the lips of Sally's twat wide and slipped inside. It corkscrewed up her pussy. The tip of the nail made a burning spiral on the wet slippery walls of the cunt.'
"Ohhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh...aaaaah!... ooooooooh!" Animal noises came from Sally's throat. She was torn between ecstasy and agony. Deep down inside, part of her knew that Estancia was playing her like a musical' instrument, and she hated herself for responding to it. But she couldn't help it! The raven-haired beauty was making her feel such sweet pain!
Abruptly the finger was withdrawn from her cunt. She gasped and sobbed with the need of it. Estancia let go of her hair and she fell back limply. Estancia straightened slowly, letting one hand play over her own fits. The other she raised to a shapely noise, sniffed it. Then she put it in her mouth and sucked at it.
"Mmmmm ... good!" she said huskily. A coral tongue searched over her full lips, lapping up bits of goodness.
"Prime cunt," Estancia pronounced. "Plus some older cunt juice seasoned with come. Tastes like Carlos'." She looked around. "You can come in now, Carlos," she called. "And you can stop standing in the doorway drooling down your chin, Fred. Get on in here."
Sally turned her head to see Fred, fully dressed and looking rumpled, slouch into the main room. At the same time the decisive tread of Carlos' booted feet thumped in the front door. Both these grown men had waited for the small Chicana's say-so before coming in! It made Sally's lust-clouded mind swim.
"You two borrachos have had your rocks off with our little guest already?" Estancia asked. Both men nodded, looking at her uneasily.
`Well, that's fine," she went on. "But you better have some left for me right now. I'm going to show this little pasty-faced puta thing or two about real fucking!"
In a couple of steps she was beside Fred, dwarfed by his bulk. Her fingers brushed across his belly and cupped his crotch. The heel Of her hand rubbed up and down the bulge in his jeans. Fred's eyes rolled up and his nostrils flared. He reached for her.
Dancing away lithely, she crossed to Carlos. She flowed into his arms. She undulated against his broad firm body for a minute. Then she was on him, legs wrapped wantonly around his waist, her pussy grinding against his crotch as her tongue sought for his tonsils. In spite of his strength, Carlos staggered as if weak in the knees.
Estancia broke off from the passionate kiss. Her hands had not been idle while her fiery tongue was busy. As she leaned back she peeled the shirt off Carlos' shoulders. His fingers cupped her asscheeks, fondling them through 4he denim of her jeans.
In the blink of an eye Estancia had shucked the pullover off over her head. The body beneath was olive-skinned and sleek as a panther's. Sally stared in amazement at the pair of tits so barely restrained by the lacy black nothing of a brassiere.
On a less vital woman those jugs would have been nothing less than outsized milkbags. But on this living flame of lust they seemed perfect. The size of large cantaloupes, they bobbled scarcely more than Sally's much smaller mounds as Estancia reached behind her back to unfasten the bra.
The catch gave with a snap and the eager fits plopped heavily against Carlos' chest. Her nipples were bulging wine-dark cherries in surprisingly broad expanses of areola. A thin layer of sweat sheened her skin.
Somehow Estancia managed to undo her jeans. She kicked the high-heeled boots off behind Carlos' back. Then she twined her arms around his thick neck and let go with her legs. "Get these fucking jeans off me!" she commanded. "Get my pussy naked and wrapped around that big stallion cock of yours! Hurry, damn it!"
Carlos peeled jeans and panties off the lush hips and down the tapering thighs. Eel-naked and active, Estancia's magnificent body glistened in the afternoon light. Carlos fumbled as he struggled to get his own pants off. His rigid cock snagged the pants and was dragged down by them until they were halfway to his knees. Then it shot back up again, as if spring-loaded.
Greedily, Estancia impaled herself on the prick. Lewd slurping noises filled the room as she pulled herself down onto that big piece of cock meat. Carlos gave up trying to get his pants off. All that mattered now was flicking the hell out of this fantastically beautiful, fantastically wanton woman!
His hands filled themselves with the glory of Estancia's ass. Sally's eyes widened in amazement. The girl's sweaty back was to her. She could see the smooth play of muscles as she flicked herself on Carlo? prick. She could see the twin globes of that incredible ass joggling in the splayed fingers of Carla' hands. Her puckered asshole was spread apart by the fingers and by the width of the cock plowing into Estancia's greedy hole!
Sally just couldn't believe such a tiny woman could possibly take in that giant prick. And yet Estancia's cunt was sucking it in as if it were just a tiny morsel.
Slippery pussy oils glazed the underside of Carla' cock as it disappeared up into the fur-rimmed depths of the girl's cunt. "Oh sweet Jesus, that's goooood!" Estancia gasped. "Oh, I need it! So big! Que macho, what a cock! What a great big fucker!"
The wild spectacle of the two fucking was turning Sally on. The odor of Estancia's twat getting stuffed full of prick was as heady to her nostrils as the smoke from a joint. And was making her just as high!
Estancia was a blur of motion. Her hips flicked the cock while her shoulders rolled and crushed her tremendous boobs against Carla' powerful chest. Her sharp teeth dug cruelly into his big shoulder muscles, and all he could do was moan wordlles1y. The sinews of his arms stood out boldly as he pulled her against him, driving his cock as deeply into the seething morass of her pussy as he could.
Sally became aware of a plopping sound coming from outside her line of vision. Her attention was too riveted on the scene to let her look, but Estancia heard it through her frenzy.
"You lay off, Fred!" she cried out raggedly
"Don't waste your come jacking off! You're not ready for me when I finish this, I'll cut your balls off! You hear me, you - Ohhhlth! Ooooooh! Aaaaaiiiiiecccch!"
Screaming with ecstasy, Estancia came. Cunt juice flooded down the length of Carla' cock and soaked his crotch. Her ass gyrated crazily in his grip.
The suction of the climaxing cunt-muscles was too much for Carla. "Ahhh-ahlth-aaaaggggh!" he groaned, and blew his hot wad. His hips jerked spastically as they drove his fountaining prick ever deeper into that churning quim.
Fascinatedly, Sally watched the whiteness of his come begin to seep from the blood-gorged lips of Estancia's pussy. The powerfully-built Chicano sure had a lot of sperm left in his tense, hairy ball sac after blasting off into Sally's box once already! Lines of come jerked and dropped to the floor from Estancia's bucking ass.
Gradually, the fury of Estancia's motion slowed to a tortuous hip-roll, around and around on the impaling spear of cock. Carla sagged weakly, as the tension of his orgasm went out of him.
Estancia unlocked her slim ankles from behind Carla' back. She placed the cool soles of her feet on his hips and gently pushed herself up. The deflating club of cock slid easily out of her snatch. It unloosed a torrent of juice as it came out, soaking the purple cock-head in a pungent mixture of sperm and pussy sauce.
Estancia lowered herself to the floor gingerly. "You really know how to do it, lover boy," she murmured. A stray strand of come drooled from the lips of her pussy to the floor.
She turned to her captive. Her eyes glittered with sexual satisfaction. "That's how you do It," she gloated. "It's time for your second lesson, now." She stood there naked with her head cocked to one side. Sally was quivering with the passion the sight of Carla and Estancia balling had awakened in her tender pussy. Then the brunette gave her a big slow smile.
CHAPTER SIX
"Okay, Carlos," Estancia said. "Get the rest of the way out of your jeans. This little slut is going to clean up that gooey mess on your lovely brown cock." Carlos obediently stepped out of his pants and shed his boots.
As he walked toward the prisoner, Estancia put her own boots back on. "Now, Fred," she said. "Get out of your pants ... you're most of the way there, aren't you?" She looked at him. "You didn't bring yourself off? Good boy. You're gonna get a nice reward, amigo."
Eagerly, the burly blond man dropped his pants. Estancia walked up to him with long steps that flashed peeks of pink pussy-lip at him through the dense black thatch of her bush. He licked his lips. His spindly cock stood up straight. Estancia pressed herself against him. She rubbed her belly around and around, pressing Fred's ready cock up against his stomach. Short as she was, the head of the prick was almost between her heavy jugs. Their points were hard and hot, burning his skin.
Slim fingers undid his shirt. They ran enticingly over his chest. "Lemme do it to you, Stancia," Fred husked. "Let me cram my cock up that hot little `cunt, baby!"
Estancia pushed hint away. "That all you can think about?" she chided. "You ain't got no imagination, gringo. Right now I want it someplace else but just as nice for you and me, no?" She turned in his arms, writhed against him. She ground the lush globes of her ass into his crotch.
"Oh, baby!" sighed Fred, rolling his piggy eyes. "You want it up the ass, right?"
"That's the general idea," the girl tossed over her shoulder. She gave her hips a roll. Fred bent his knees so that his groin was right behind her ripe, full butt. His rigid cock slotted into the humid crack of Estancia's ass, thrilling to its heat and the satin of the skin. His hands clumsily caressed her tits.
Estancia ran her tongue over her lips. "That's right, lover boy," she said. "Get good and ready for my tight little asshole!"
The heels of her boots scraped the floorboards as her body twisted with pleasure. She favored the bound Sally with a moist-lipped smile. "That's the secret, baby," she said huskily. "They'll do anything I tell them to. Just don't get the idea one of them'll help you. Not when I can give them ... this!"
The olive-skinned beauty dropped to her hands and knees. Her asshole winking invitingly at Fred's face. "What the hell are you waiting for?" Estancia demanded, wagging her hips. "Get that prick up my butt before I get too old!"
Obediently, Fred dropped to his knees with a thud. His undersized prick stood up almost flat against his drooping beer-gut. He took his cock in hand and bent it down. He ran his dick several times along the slit of Estancia's pussy while the girl shivered with joy. Rich honey flowed from her cunt to engulf hand and cock.
Estancia raised her head and looked through a dark cloud of hair at Carlos, where he knelt expectantly beside Sally. "You got a hard-on watching us, didn't you?" she said disappointedly. "What a stud! But you're making it too easy on the gringa. She not only has to get your nice prick clean, she has to get you off ... or ol' Freddy will play some games with her."
Sally's blood went cold. "You get that blondie?" leered Estancia. "Carlos comes in your ugly mouth, or Fred maybe gets out his pins and needles. He likes those - you dig?"
Almost gagging with horror, Sally nodded. Carlos sat down cross-legged at her side, his big cock standing up from his crotch like a hairy flagpole. Its length glistened with sex juices. Sally's blue eyes traveled from the prick awaiting her mouth, to where Fred was steadying his dick to plunge up the Chicana's ready rump.
The flaring head of Fred's dick prodded once or twice at the goose-pimpled flesh around Estancia's asshole. Then the tip of the cunt-juice-oiled prick went in like the thin end of a wedge. Fred began to push forward with his hips, grunting with the effort.
All at once Estancia's butthole loosened. All five inches of the sadist's cock slid effortlessly into her seething bowels. "That's the way! she cried out. "That's it! Fuck my butt good!"
Fred weaved from side to side. In spite of the smallness of his dick, it felt as if it were being crushed inside Estancia's rectum. Fierce heat enveloped him. Her stomach muscles clamped hard on the cock. Then she began to rotate her hips. The feeling was fantastic, too much to bear. Fred closed his eyes and began to fuck her mindlessly.
It was the first time Sally had ever seen a woman butt-fucked. From the ecstatic expression on Estancia's upturned face it wasn't hurting her having that cock rammed up her tender ass. And from the slack expression on Fred's face she'd had no trouble taking him all in.
Would the black-haired witch be so happy if it were Carlos' huge prick shoved up her bung hole? Sally wondered. She doubted it. She hadn't believed it when that monster had not torn her apart, had believed it still less when the smaller girl had taken it in. But up the ass - no, that would be an impossibility. The rampant cock was just too big!
Right now that rampant cock was demanding her attentions. Sally did not want to learn any more about the kind of games Fred would play with her if she didn't fulfill Estancia's wishes. Carlos put his hands on her head and gently steered her mouth to his cock.
Trying not to think about Estancia's cunt-ooze smeared all over it, Sally shut her eyes and opened her mouth to the cock. Her lips went around the head, halfway down. A sharp taste filled her mouth. She tasted the now-familiar flavors of cock and come, and now she was experiencing the rich musky flavor of aroused cunt.
Experimentally she ran her tongue around the pulsing cockhead, feeling Carlos tense in response. Sally made her mind go blank, allowed sensation to take over. The warmth and flavor and feel of the big prick, with blood hammering in its bulging veins, was pleasing to the girl. And the tang of Estancia's pussy was not bad either.
Sally was learning to enjoy the inevitable. With something like contentment, Sally began to suck Carlos off.
On hands and knees across from them, Estancia bad felt another pang of disappointment. She'd been expecting Sally to gag and fight when Carlos tried to stick his slimy dong in her face. Instead she'd just closed her eyes and gotten into it.
So the straw-haired gringa had learned to accept the degradations she'd been dealt so far. Well, the treatment was going to be stepped up soon. See how she liked the next stage! A warm glow of satisfaction filled Estancia.
Fred's cock was filling Estancia too, as it rammed in and out other butt. Her asscheeks were jiggling with exertion, sweet and shiny with sweat. The prick was a firebrand, setting all her passions alight.
Furiously, Fred tucked his prick in and out of Estancia. Even with the lubrication from her dripping pussy-lips the friction on his cockshaft was almost unbearable. Pins and needles tormented his throbbing cock. His hairy ballsac knotted with pleasure.
As Fred and Estancia rushed headlong toward climax, Carlos felt the moist heat of Sally's mouth wrapped around his cock. She was laying his prick head lovingly, with a tongue that seemed to be a living flame. She was chewing and sucking at the same time.
It was an incredible blowjob. But Carlos wanted more. He put his hands on the back of Sally's neck and pressed down.
Bright blue eyes flew open as Sally's face was forced down the broad cockshaft. Her jaws were forced apart till their hinges screamed in pain. What was happening? Again she could taste the spicy seasonings of come and cunt honey, which she had long since licked off the head of Carlos' prick.
The tangled mat of Carlos' bush came closer to Sally's eyes. Her head began to swim as the cock was forced further into her now-unwilling mouth. She couldn't resist. She couldn't reject the mammoth prick that was violating her mouth. She gagged, but still Carlos pressed her down.
Estancia would have enjoyed the discomfort written on Sally's pretty face. But she wasn't paying any attention to Sally and Carlos now.
Possessed by lust, Estancia had collapsed onto her elbows with an animal moan. Fred's big fingers were locked into her bulging asscheeks. He was going crazy with lust. Each forward thrust of his cock lifted Estancia's knees off the floor.
The toes of the shiny black boots on Estancia's feet were getting hopelessly scuffed against the floor. Estancia didn't mind. Having a prick up her ass was all that mattered.
Faster and faster Fred fucked her. Her belly was crawling with a million worms of pleasure. Her ass churned like an eggbeater around the invader. "God!" she yelled. "Oh Goooooddddd!"
Fred drove into her with the force of a locomotive. Estancia's arms went out from under her. She shrieked wordlessly as her cheek hit the floor. Her huge tits were crushed against the floor. The planking grated erotically on her swollen nipples.
"Fuck me!" she sobbed. "Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckme! FUCKMEEEEEEEEE!"
In the same blinding moment they both came. Fred's frothing seed boiled like acid into Estancia's belly. Her pussy gushed like a fountain as they both melted together. Orgasm overwhelmed them.
Sally didn't see any of this. Her ears vaguely sensed the sounds of their bestial rutting. But her whole being was focused on the cock that dominated her dominated her. It was in to her tonsils now, and still going. The gag reflex was almost constant and Sally's body was shaking with violent tremors.
Sharp white teeth dug erotic furrows down Carlos' prick. Sally's gagging and shuddering only served to increase his sensation a thousand-fold.
Watching Estancia fall all over herself while Fred pumped her like a stallion was too much for Carlos. He made a noise low in his throat, and his cock gave a warning pulse. Then yet another load of sperm coursed up the channel of his cock and fired into Sally's mouth. It splashed off the back of her straining throat, coating everything in white.
Sally felt her mouth filling with come. The first spurt made her want to throw up. Then the flavor suffused through her. That made it better. She was beginning to love the taste of come. It was so salty-sweet and virile.
When the rockings and tremblings of Carlos' climax began to subside, his iron grip on the back of Sally's neck relaxed. She brought her head up quickly to get the log-like plug of cock out of her mouth. Then, to the man's surprise, she settled in to licking it attentively, scrupulously cleaning every drop of the seed that had flowed from his prick.
Oblivious, Sally licked Carlos' cock as if it was a lollipop. She didn't hear footsteps approaching. Suddenly pain, shot through her head, and she was being dragged back by the hair.
Over her loomed the bulky figure of Fred. He had a leer all over his sloppy face. And his cock was as rigid as an iron bar, right before her eyes.
Estancia was curled like a cat on the floor, naked. "That was pretty good, bringing Carlos off like that," she called. "Now you make Fred's prick nice and clean. It needs to be washed real good after being in my nasty asshole." She laughed. Her laugh was musical and evil.
Sally opened her mouth to say noooo! It was a mistake. Fred lunged like an expert fencer. His prick went into her mouth to the hilt.
Rankness overcame Sally. Her stomach churned in horror. God, it's so foul - after it's been in her ass! Her mind recoiled from it.
The sadist was excited by her revulsion. He face-fucked her as madly as he had butt-fucked Estancia. He watched her blue eyes rolling, felt her body thrashing as she tried to get away from the indignity he was inflicting on her. Her stifled moans and cries of outrage filtered teasingly around his dick.
Over everything rang the mad, cruel laughter of Estancia Cruz. The blonde slut had seduced her brother. Her Ricky, her private property. She'd taken his lovely, lovely cock into her sloppy mouth, into her slimy twat. Estancia was paying her back now for trying to steal her Ricky. And how sweet revenge tasted!
In a mercifully short time Fred shot off another wad of jism. He had been so turned on by fucking Estancia's incredible ass that his prick had stayed stiff after he'd come that time. And now Sally was fighting and suffering so delightfully he was unable to hold back his climax for long. There wasn't a lot of it this time. It was thinner than his other spews-had been, and far from being as rich and creamy as the yield of Carlos' prick. But it pushed Sally over the edge of nausea.
When the sexually-sated sadist pulled his drooping cock from her face, Sally collapsed on her side. She retched spasmodically. Nothing came up, since she hadn't eaten since sometime the day before - a million years ago. Then, exhausted, she fell onto her face limply, with Estancia's crowing ringing in her ears. The walls closed in on her, and her mind went blank.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally tossed her head in her sleep. Ugly visions chased each other across her sleep. She was dreaming. She was having nightmares.
Fitfully, she crumpled the pillow under her head. Half-awake, she tried to remember the dreams that had been troubling her. The worst was about her being kidnapped, carried off to a mountain cabin where she was humiliated and sexually abused. There were people in the dream - the two kidnappers, and the person behind it all. A lovely girl with the face and body of an angel and the heart of a fiend. Estancia. Ricky's sister.
But it was all a dream. Sally threw out one arm in a yawn.
Something stopped the arm in mid-air.
Surprised, Sally forced one eye open.
There was a rope tied around her wrist. It led off out of sight past her head. Her eyes followed it. She saw she was lying on an old four-poster bed. The other end of the rope was tied securely to one of the posts. A quick experiment confirmed her horrified suspicion. The other arm was tied as well to the other post at the head of the bed.
She snapped fully awake. Her heart sank. She wasn't familiar with the bedroom, but the smell of wood smoke and the glimpse through the one window of a pine forest lit by the dying rays of the setting sun told her where she was.
In the cabin where Fred and Carlos had brought her.
For Estancia's revenge.
It hadn't been a dream after all. It had been real.
Sally Canavan rolled over on her face. The cool clean feeling of the sheets around her naked body mocked her. Her long slim legs moved freely under the covers. Sally wasn't encouraged. She knew better than that now. Estancia's only purpose was exacting an excruciating and humiliating revenge.
Hopelessly, heart-brokenly, Sally began to cry.
When the door of the bedroom opened Sally had stopped crying. She lay on her stomach in an apathetic stupor, her arms crossed above her head.
"Asleep?" came the familiar voice of Estancia Cruz. "Wake up now, babe. I got someone for you to meet."
Sally was unwilling to obey. But she had learned that it would be a mistake to try to disobey her captors. She rolled over and looked dully at the door.
Estancia stood there, dressed again in the clothes she had worn when she came to the cabin. Beside her stood another woman. She was taller than Estancia, with close-cropped auburn hair. Her face was pretty, though her jaw seemed a bit muscular to Sally.
"This here is Terry," Estancia said. "She's a good friend of mine. Terry, this is Sally. She's my guest for a few days." The short black-haired girl laughed at this. Terry's eyes roved over the curves of Sally's body where they were displayed in outline by the sheets. Her eyes were bright emerald green, and they glittered as though with a life of their own.
"The guys say little Sally gives pretty good head," Estancia continued. "That's on men, though. I haven't found out what she's like when she's got a cunt in her mouth instead of a cock."
Never taking her eyes from Sally, Terry ran her tongue over her full lips.
"I thought I'd bring you up here, get your, uh, expert opinion on that," Estancia said.
Smiling broadly, Terry crossed to the bedside. Sally shrank back. Terry caught her in an unexpectedly strong grip, drew Sally's lips to hers.
Sally tried to turn her head away. Strong but gentle hands took hold of her face, held her still as Terry's mouth crushed hers. The short-haired woman's strong tongue forced Sally's lips apart, drove between her teeth and probed the dark recesses of the girl's mouth.
When Terry broke off the soul-searing kiss and released the smaller girl, Sally fell back like a limp washrag. She turned her head away. But her body was heaving with reaction. Forbidden tinglings stirred in her loins.
Estancia was degrading her again both in obvious and subtle ways. She knew Terry was a lesbian. She knew Terry-with help, of course, from Estancia's two pet muscle-men--was going to ravish her, to force her to perform forbidden sex acts with another woman. But Terry was not just another hard-lipped dyke. In spite of herself, Sally was panting from just that kiss. The auburn-haired woman was an incredibly skilled lover.
Before this was finished, Sally knew, she would be enjoying her violation by Terry, actually being for more. And loathing herself all the while. And that was another part of Estancia's "punishment".
While the young blonde lay with her face to the wall, Terry was efficiently stripping off her clothes. Under her mannish outer clothes, she wore a surprisingly frilly pair of red lace panties and matching brassiere. Strands of cunt hair the color of red wine poked through the mesh of the panties stretched taut over her rich pussy mound. And her growing excitement was obvious from the way hardening nipples were pushing out the fabric of her bra.
Reaching behind, Terry undid her bra and let it fall. She had good fits. They were big, but floppier than Estancia's equally impressive boobs. Nipples the size and color of cherries jiggled at the end of each, standing out in a round patch of ruddy skin.
The huge jugs bobbled wildly as Terry stripped the red panties off down her firmly muscled legs. Sally was watching now, from the corner of her eye. She saw that the woman had pure white skin - not the paleness of sickness, but a healthy, glowing color like pure milk. She also saw that she was extremely muscular. A little too much so for real beauty, with big biceps. Nevertheless, Sally felt a twinge of admiration for the woman's vitality and animal-like good looks.
The wide bed bounced as Terry climbed up onto it. She twitched the sheets down to expose the gleaming length of Sally's desirable young body.
"Nice," she said, wetting her lips. "She's sooo young and firm - and that's the tastiest looking little twat I've seen in ages, honey-cunt. All covered with shiny gold down." Sally squirmed uncomfortably under her lusting gaze. The ropes were beginning to rub her wrists too much.
"And look at those thighs. Slender but juicy. And such a nice little tummy - and those delightful budding tits. I'd just love to get my mouth on you, honey!"
"Later, Terry," Estancia said, a bit testily. "Right now you're going to get her mouth on you."
"Sounds nice," agreed Terry, never taking her eyes from the younger girl's exposed body. Sally squeezed her thighs together. "Too bad," Terry said. "That little pussy of yours looks just like some kind of flower, pecking out through your bush like that ... yummy! Well, first things first. I told Stancia I'd do what she wanted."
She ran her fingertips once down the blonde's vulnerable body, producing a shiver. Then she swung a powerful thigh over Sally's trim belly. She smiled down at her. "You ever sucked a woman before? Oh, you poor thing! What you've been missing! Well, you won't have to wait a moment longer..."
In the flash of an eye Terry was astride Sally's face. Sally was staring at point-blank range into the matted bush of Terry's cunt, while the ripe odor of aroused twat filled her nostrils, threatened to overpower her. Her body thrashed helplessly on the sheets.
Firm hands held her head. Sally `felt her face being pushed into the older woman's steaming bush.
Harsh, curly hair rasped her nose, then her cheeks. Her lips were crushed against her teeth. And overwhelming everything was the damp, pungent aroma of Terry's greedy pussy, filling Sally's being.
The girl became aware of something hot and slippery pressing against her lips. Terry moaned softly and rolled her hips. The something splayed out, enfolded Sally's mouth in a slimy kiss. Oh. God! Sally thought. She's rubbing her wet pussy all over my mouth! The idea repelled her. The cunt smell made her head swim. The food Carlos had made her swallow the night before threatened to come back up.
Terry was rolling her hips this way and that and making noises like a cat. The open inner lips of her pussy roved over Sally's unwilling mouth. Love juices smeared the girl's face. Surprised, Sally realized Terry was making her avid cunt kiss her on the mouth as expertly as many people's mouths could.
The dyke shifted her grip, pulled Sally's head against her harder. The top of the oozing gash squeezed against Sally's upper lip as the springy cunt bun crushed into her nose. Frantically, she realized she couldn't breathe. She was going to be suffocated by Terry's horny cunt! In a desperate reflex she opened her mouth to suck in a deep, deep breath...
And instead sucked in a heady, sopping, squirming mouthful of pussy.
The tender lips of Terry's cunt felt like live creatures in Sally's surprised mouth. Terry gasped in ecstasy. Her head went back. She let all her weight onto Sally's face, shoving her head deep into the pillow.
Sally could breathe again. But try as she might, she could not rid her unwilling mouth of the cunt that filled it. Terry's ass churned as her passion grew. Sally's efforts to escape the fragrant mouthful were pleasuring her as much as the girl's efforts to eject Canoe' and Fred's cock had pleased them.
Sally moved her jaws. Terry gave a small scream and began to massage the blonde head. Strong fingers stroked the back of Sally's neck, soothing her, easing away the tension. At the . same time Terry's hot cunt lips were teasing her mouth, trying to urge the girl's tongue to come out and play. Thrills of sensation began to creep up and down Sally's spine.
After the initial incredible rush of rankness, the scent and taste of Terry's dripping cunt wasn't so bad. Not bad at all, Sally thought, as the cunt juices seeped into her open mouth. And the double set of pussy-lips kissing her felt good. It was all getting good. Sally was getting turned on. She'd known she would be. But she wasn't bothered by it any more.
Shyly, she stuck her tongue forward. It touched the delicate flesh of a cunt lip and Terry jumped as though stuck with a hot wire. A torrent of pussy sauces ran scathingly down her tongue, momentarily threatening to overwhelm her again. But the feelings that made Sally's head reel now were nothing but pure pleasure. The oils from the lesbian's cunt made Sally think of the way fine brandy was supposed to taste.
Emboldened, Sally's tongue began to rove tortuously over Terry's sensitized cunt. Then it delved between the blood-gorged pussy lips into the brimming mystery of her cunt. "Oh godohgod! Jee4eeeezussss!" Terry howled. "Oh do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! Oh, can you ever doooooit!"
The swollen node of Terry's clit was crushed agonizingly into Sally's upper jaw. Firecrackers of pleasure exploded in Terry's brain as Sally began to eat her pussy in earnest. It was unbelievable how good the blonde quim was. And to think she'd never had her sweet lips wrapped around pussy meat before! What a talent!
Sally's mind was a lewd blank. Nothing existed but the damp mat of cunt hair pushing into her face, the moist lips covering hers, the hot wetness of pussy that drew her questing tongue ever deeper into Terry's white belly.
Forgotten, leaning against the wall with arms crossed over her ample boobs, Estancia Cruz watched the passionate scene unfold. She wasn't angered or frustrated that the blonde bitch was beginning to really get off on lapping Terry's cunt. The gringa dyke could make a bronze statue eat her twat and make it enjoy it - if was a statue of a woman. No man had ever touched her sexually, and with her muscles and coordination none ever would. But Terry could touch the lesbian in any woman, no matter how well it was hidden, and make it rule her with raging lust. The way it was ruling Sally now.
It was because of this talent that Estancia had brought in the woman. After the frenzy of desire had died away the putty-faced puta who had seduced her brother would hate herself a little more.
But there was no point in letting Sally get too much pleasure out of the woman's honey-dripping pussy. It was the knowledge that she could that would humiliate her Estancia walked to the bed and laid a hand on Terry's muscular shoulder. She felt the muscles tensing with pleasure, felt the sweat of delightful exertion that filmed the woman's limbs.
"Terry," she said softly. "Hey, babe. You don't have to hang onto her any more. Why don't you just roil over on your back, hey, get comfortable?"
The woman didn't seem to hear Estancia. Her green eyes were closed. Her whole body undulated with excitement. Estancia squeezed her shoulder again. "Terry," she murmured.
Abruptly Terry nodded her head. She let go of Sally's head and rolled off the girl's gobbling face. For a minute Sally's jaws worked on empty air in her frenzy. Then they stopped. She opened her eyes, making a small whining noise of disappointment.
Her pert and saucy lips were smeared with shiny cunt juices, and her chin was streaked with oils that had been whipped to a froth by her tongue-lashing. "Oh no," she whimpered. "No, I don't want to stop. It's too good."
"Don't worry, honey," purred Terry. "My pussy's still here, wide open and waiting for your lips. Just roll over and eat my dripping pussy all up!"
With a heave the girl turned over and crawled to the juncture of Terry's widely spread white thighs. The older woman was propped up against the wall, halfway sitting up. In her lust Sally forgot about the ropes pinioning her wrists. Terry's firm ass was placed firmly on the one tied to the right bedpost. Sally had to roll onto her side to get her face buried back in that delightful wet snatch.
The ropes dug deeply into the pale flesh of Terry's thigh. "Ouch!" she said. "Oh, you poor baby. Your wrists are getting raw. Here, just a minute." She pushed Sally gently away with a hand on the forehead. Then with a quick movement she raised herself and shifted. Sally got her arms untangled. The ropes were still crossed, but now her hands were comfortably around Terry's delectable moon-white asscheeks. The older woman's were over Sally's slender shoulders, flesh against cool flesh.
As she dug in again to the wonderful task ...f gobbling Terry's cunt, Sally marveled at what was happening. Here I've got a woman's round ass in my hands, she thought, and I'm lapping her pussy for all I'm worth. And I'm just loving it! She's not even doing anything to me, and I'm almost about to come!
Sally swirled her tongue around and around in the morass of Terry's gaping cunt. Experimentally she sought the heat of the woman's hard, swollen clitoris. Terry's cit was big, pushing shamelessly out of its covering hood of skin, so that in spite of her inexperience Sally had no trouble finding it. She punched at it with her tongue.
"Aaailiieeeeehhjthh!" screamed Terry, grabbing her big boobs and squashing them against her ribcage. "Oh God! I'm coooommmming!"
A sudden rush of oils flowed from the spasming pussy and flooded Sally's mouth. She sucked it up as avidly as she had sucked up Ricky's seething white come, licking and sucking and greedily gobbling up every last bit of oily goodness. Terry was bucking like a bronco in the throes of her come, while Sally clawed into her joggling ass and the ate pussy furiously.
The dyke soared upwards on wings of pleasure. But even when she came back to earth Sally did not let up the assault on her clit. The blonde girl could feel waves of pleasure crashing out from the steaming snatch and driving Terry mad with delight. And pleasing the woman was pleasing Sally.
She had her knees under her now. Her naked ass waved in the cool air of the room. Cunt juice glittered in the tangled strands of her bush, and silvered the downward-peeking lips of her pussy. Her excitement was so great that rivulets of aromatic pussy sauce ran down her slim thighs and stained the crumpled sheets.
Sally was completely under Terry's spell. Nothing mattered to her now but eating cunt. And she was about to come off by herself, if Estancia was any judge. And she was.
It was time for phase two.
The raven-haired Chicana looked at the doorway. Her two accomplices stood crowded together there, goggling at the erotic spectacle. Carlos' trousers were bulging fit to burst, and Fred was massaging his crotch and rolling his eyes.
"Hey there, Federico," hissed Estancia. "How about you get in on the act, eh?"
Carlos looked disappointed. Eagerly Fred skinned out of his trousers and underpants. His skinny prick stood at stiff attention under his paunch. He started to drop the discarded garments on the wood floor.
"No - not yet," whispered Estancia. "Don't you want to get your belt? Have some real fun, no? The kind you dig on so much?"
An evil light came on in the blond man's pig eyes. His lips trembled in anticipation as he threaded the belt out of the loops and let the trousers drop. He held the leather strap loosely, looked questioningly at Estancia.
Reading his mind, she shook her head. "No, don't use the buckle. We don't wanna mark her up too much - yet. Comprendes?"
Fred shrugged, then nodded. Taking the massive brass buckle in his beefy hand, he wrapped the belt once around his paw and started forward.
His eyes were fixed on the upturned half-moons of Sally Canavan's ass. Neither woman saw or felt him approach. Terry's eyes were screwed shut again and Sally was hopelessly lost in the sweet depths of her cunt.
Fred's breath was coming in great ragged gasps when he stopped beside the bed. His heart was pounding so hard it seemed the others in the room would hear it. That soft, naked vulnerable, sweetly rounded white ass held an irresistible fascination for him. He gazed on it as though it were something holy, while he tested the heft of the belt and prepared to worship it in his own special way.
Oblivious to him, Sally devoured Terry's cunt. She wrapped her lips around the sensitive jewel of the clit and sucked while her tongue teased its very tip. Terry sighed and writhed and rushed towards another orgasm. One hand stroked Sally's blonde hair while the other played with a nipple. Terry rolled the inflated nubbin around and around between her fingers, thrilling to the sensation, pinching, squeezing, pressing the nipple into the doughlike flesh of her mighty jug.
A big fat drop of cunt oil welled from the cleft of Sally's cunt and rolled, glistening, down the inside of her thigh.
Fred's body shuddered at the sight He groaned and raised his belt, taking careful aim.
A resounding crack! like a gunshot shattered the air. Sally jumped and screamed, full-throated, straight into the other woman's pussy. Even muffled by cunt the shriek was piercing and pain-shot.
The vibrations the scream caused in Terry's pussy were unbelievable. She arched her back as a fantastic orgasm pounded into her with sledgehammer force. Her hands clawed the back of Sally's neck while her strong thighs crushed the blonde head between them. Blinding light burned in her skull and sweet fire consumed her body. Her muscles shook with the fury of the spasms that hit her again and again as she came. Juice fountained from her cunt, pouring into Sally's open mouth and nostrils.
Eyes wild, Fred raised his arm for another strike. Crack! Slash! Crack! Whack! The blows fell like stinging acid rain on Sally's tender asscheeks. Each fearsome cut of the thick leather belt left a fire-red mark across the globes of her butt. Each cut left a deep furrow in the soft nubile flesh, which turned quickly into a raised and puffy weal. And each slash of the belt was the worst pain Sally had ever felt in her life. Each was impossibly far worse than the last.
Sally was shrieking, her muffled cries mingling with the ecstatic groans from Fred and Terry - and the high, demonic laughter of Estancia Cruz, rising above everything. Terry was lost in the most incredible multiple orgasm of her life, hitting her like tidal waves pounding a seaside cliff. She could hear the vicious reports of the whipping Fred was giving Sally. Her heart went out to the sweet, so-talented blonde girl who was giving her so much pleasure. But she couldn't help Sally - she couldn't help herself. The girl's mouth, twisting and howling into her pussy as her convulsions drove her face ever deeper into Terry's red-furred quim had her completely out of control. And the knowledge of the pain stabbing into Sally's beautiful adolescent body at every impact of the sadist's belt was giving her every orgasm a sharper edge.
"Oh! Oooooooh!" she moaned. "It's okay! It's okay-hey-hey-aaaayyyy! Oh darling, oh baby, just hold on ...000000h! Ohgoooddd! Oh it'll... it'll be ~ .. EEEEETfl" Hopelessly the lesbian stroked her lover's head while Fred abused her ass with pounding brutality.
He moved so that he could lay cut after stinging cut into the tinder crack of Sally's ass so that the girl thought she would be torn in two. Then Fred shifted again. This time the leather tip of the belt lashed around the pale top of her thigh and bit like a scorpion's sting at her down-turned pussy mound. Twice the hard leather cut between the lips of Sally's cunt, slashing like a razor into her consciousness.
It felt as though gasoline had been poured over her ass, her flowing pussy, and set alight. She twisted her mouth away from the caress of Terry's cunt and began to shriek, "Don't! Stop! Stoooo - oooopppp! Oh please ohpleas'! I'll do anything, I'll ... ooooooaaaaaaAAAAHHHll!" Her voice rose to an incoherent, ear-shattering wail. Frothing cunt oils ran down her smooth cheek.
Estancia screamed with laughter. Her black hair streamed down her back as she threw her head back in delight. This was better than she ever imagined! Fred gobbling like a fucking turkey as he beat at the reddened rump, Terry so far gone in the wildest climax of her life she couldn't come down, and Sally going mad with the torture she couldn't stop! Estancia's voluptuous body shuddered as she came, her black-haired cunt spilling its honey into her pants.
Sally's voice was hoarse and her throat burned as much as her ass. Still she screamed, and still Terry clutched at her and rocked in the grip of ecstasy. Again and again the belt came down.
Just when it seemed the torture would never stop, Fred gave a cry as terrible as Sally's incoherent pleadings. He lunged forward and thrust his cock at Sally's ass, rubbing it over the fiery welts. Unholy pleasure flowed through his veins. He called out again, and shot a bubbling load of come over the red and white patchwork of Sally's ass. It burned the raw skin like acid.
With a long gurgling sigh Fred sank to the floor. He lay there curled up, sobbing with passion.
Even as a last orgasm shook her, Terry sank down sobbing, cradling the hysterically weeping Sally in her arms, the blonde hair spilling over her boobs. "Oh honey," sobbed Terry. "Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry.. I didn't know, I never know. I wouldn't have - oh God!" Sally clutched at her and cried.
Tenderly, Terry disengaged herself from the tangle of youthful limbs and rough rope. "Here," she said. "I'm going to do something for you. I don't care what Estancia says. I'll make it better for you honey, I really will." Sally lay with her face buried in the pillow while Terry slid down. Her tears bathed Sally's tortured ass as she kissed the puffed and bruised flesh.
Terry's tongue slid out, laying coolly over the burning buttocks. It dipped into the crack inflamed from the belt, and found the pucker of the asshole. Delicately, it traced a wet line around her butthole, then teased it open.
Sally sighed as Terry began to rim her. She didn't even let herself think what was being done to her - an act that she never would have conceived, especially performed by another woman! Licking, sticking your tongue into someone's anus - it would have sickened her. Now all she thought of was the pleasure, as she tried to forget the pain it was replacing.
Long and lovingly Terry tongue-fucked Sally's ass. Then she drew her tongue out and ran it down the flesh between butthole and cunt, feeling delight well up from beneath her lips.
As she slid her tongue into the freshly-moistened cleft of Sally's cunt, she let her eyes slide back to see what was keeping Estancia from protesting. She hadn't told her much of what she planned for her young captive, but Terry knew that this wasn't part of the program.
But for once vengeance was the last thing on the lovely Chicana's mind. She was naked on the floor. And from the joy written all over her beautiful face it was clear she had nothing on her mind but the enormous pole of cock Carlos was shoving repeatedly into her cunt from behind. The satisfaction of her lust for revenge had wakened other lusts in her delectable loins.
Disgusting, Terry thought. Then she gave herself over completely to eating Sally's pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the early afternoon, Terry had left the cabin after exchanging a few frosty words with Estancia. She didn't like the way the little game had turned out. There wasn't anything she could do, but she let it be known she wanted no part of it.
After she'd gone, Estancia had flown into a rage. She had been so preoccupied with getting fucked by Carlos with his big prick that she hadn't noticed Terry so skillfully eating Sally's cunt and soothing her.
Not that it was that important. But it wasn't in keeping with Estancia's revenge that Sally be given that kind of pleasure. Real, unalloyed pleasure with no strings attached.
After shrieking curses at her accomplices and giving Sally a stunning slap across the face, the dark-haired beauty stormed out of the cabin. A car door slammed violently. The engine of her Corvette roared into life. With an angry snarl and another pebble-scattering spin of the tires, the car shot off down the dirt road. It growled around the corner and the sound faded into distant silence.
Before leaving, Estancia had ordered the men to get some food into the prisoner so her strength would be up for that night. Estancia had big plans for Sally.
Rough hands had dragged Sally off the bed. Her hands were untied, but her ankles were tied with a piece of rope knotted around each, giving her just enough play so she could walk. From the way Fred grinned and slobbered over himself while tying her, the girl gathered it wasn't so much they believed she'd make a break for it - where would she go? - as to humiliate her that they hobbled her.
She was led into the kitchen and an apron was tied around her naked loins. It was embroidered with flowers and the words Something's Cooking. Fred and Carlos seemed to find it amusing.
While the two men sat at a table drinking beer, Sally listlessly cooked hamburgers for the three of them. Wild plans ran through her mind. She looked through the cabinets as much as she could without arousing suspicion, in hopes of finding roach power or something else she could dust the men's burgers with. No luck. Even all the knives had been taken from the drawers.
Then again, she could probably spin and get one in the face with a pan full of boiling grease. But what the other one would do to her in revenge - and Estancia be damned - made her skin crawl even to think about.
"That's one hell of an ass the little slut's got," opined Fred, taking a swig from his Budweiser. "I think it looks real fine with that decoration. Kind of a checkerboard pattern, ain't it. Red and white." Fred took another hearty slug of beer, snorting at his own wit.
"I dunno, man," Carlos said, emptying his beer can and crumpling it effortlessly. "It's one fucking cute ass, and I'd really love to get my big old prick shoved up her asshole till there wasn't no more to give her, but-"
"Shit man, go right on ahead," Fred said generously.
With a pop, Carlos opened another beer. He shook his head. "No thanks," he said. "Didn't you hear Estancia? She's got something fancy planned for tonight. She'll be much pissed if we don't save all our energy. And, shit, I'd just as soon save up for the party myself. Anyway, I kind of like her little butt the way it was - all soft and round, kind of a shiny, uh, well, ass-color."
Sally's cheeks burned red as they guffawed. Her knuckles whitened as her fist clenched on the handle of the spatula she was holding. The burgers sizzled in the pan, spitting and crackling. She made herself fight down the wail of despair rising in her throat. One fat tear appeared under a pain-filled blue eye, rolled down her cheek and dropped into the frying pan. It disappeared with a hiss.
Something popped loudly. A hot droplet of grease shot from the pan and spattered the tender inside of her right tit. She shrieked and leapt back, the tears coming freely now.
Both men started out of their chairs. They stopped when they realized what was happening, and Fred tittered. Crying, Sally dabbed at the little burn with the hem of the apron. Exposed, her pussy fur glinted yellow in the afternoon light.
Then she took the apron in both hands and buried her face in it, her small body shaking with her sobs. Carlos sat down heavily, but Fred straightened up. "Hey there, girlie," the big man said. "You better just get back to cooking. And God help you if you gone and burned them burgers. Your ass looks like you sat on a hot waffle iron as it is. What do you think it'll look like after I paddle it with that hot old skillet, huh?"
Sally gasped. Carlos spoke sharply, "Hey man, cool it. Estancia'd skin your prick with a can opener if you did a shithead thing like that. She wants the girl all pretty for tonight, not burned half to death."
"I was just joking," Fred said with a forced laugh. He sat down. The wooden chair creaked under his weight.
Wordlessly, eyes wet, Sally served up the hamburgers. She turned away without putting anything on the third plate on the table. "Hey there, honey," Fred said, pushing an empty chair out with his foot. "You sit down and eat your lunch. You want to have your strength to play with Stancia tonight, don't you?"
Keeping her eyes from his face, Sally dumped the last burger on her plate and set the pan back on the stove. Fred roared with laughter at his jape. Sally sat and began to eat, conscious of her nakedness. She wished she were dead.
An hour or two later, a growl of an engine and a rattling clatter of pebbles on the front window announced that Sally's hostess had returned. The door opened and Estancia appeared, trim and sexy in jeans and the usual incredibly tight sweater. She glowed with happy anticipation.
Carlos and Fred sat at the table playing cards. Sally stood frozen in the middle of the cabin's living room, holding the broom she was using to sweep up. Naked but for the apron, the broom clutched between her boobs, she made a picture that caused Estancia to laugh delightedly.
"I love it, baby!" she cried. "Wish I had my Instamatic." She turned to her accomplices. "You two get off your butts and get her ready. I got a new playmate for her out in the car, and I want her to be ready."
"Any way you want her, Stancia?" Fred asked.
"Untie her legs. Loop the rope around the post and tie her wrists." She cocked her head, black hair spilling down over one shoulder. Backlit by the dying sunlight, the gesture made her look like a model In some kind of advertisement. Maybe a cigarette ad in a woman's magazine. Something in her attitude made Sally go sticky and cold inside.
As an after thought, Estancia said, "Better get her down on all fours," then went out the door. She was smiling as if at some secret.
Carlos and Fred moved to obey. Grinning, Fred swept the apron from Sally's hips. After spending so much time completely exposed to the brutal, leering gazes of her captors, the partial covering of the apron had been comforting. Now she felt doubly naked as Carlos knelt before her, untying her ankles. He grinned up at her, found himself staring full into. the tangled gold thatch of her bush. He darted his head forward and kissed Sally's pussy, then stood up.
He took her by the elbow. "Come on, baby," he said. He guided her over to the post. Fred came along with the rope.
Quickly and efficiently, Fred knotted the rope to her wrists, looped around the wooden upright. As she stood staring at the floor he stepped back and lit a cigarette.
Carlos put a hand on her shoulder, pushing down gently. She shook him off.
Grinning broadly, Fred puffed his cigarette till the end was a glowing coal. He took it out, looked at it, then lifted Sally's head with the other massive paw.
Golden-blonde hair fell away to either side of her sullen face. "Now look," Fred told her. "You better get down on your hands and knees like a good girl. I don't think Stancia'd mind it too much if you had one or two itty bitty burns on one of those cute tits, baby."
He eyed the cigarette. "Course. I could always tell her you got grease spattered on you, cookin' lunch."
Avoiding his eyes, Sally silently dropped to her knees. The floor was hard and cold, and hurt her knees. "Now, the rest of the way," Fred urged softly.
Seething with humiliation, Sally bent forward till she was holding herself up with her hands. What fiendish thing was the insane Chicana planning now? She had looked pleased with herself. And Sally had come to recognize that as a dangerous sign.
The thump of Estancia's high bootheels sounded inside the doorway. With it was an odd skittering sound. Sally heard Fred bray with laughter, heard Carlos gasp and begin "Jesus, now that's-"
He cut off suddenly. Estancia had no doubt silenced him with one venomous glance. "You boys did a nice job," came Estancia's voice as her boots thudded towards Sally. The blonde girl's rump pointed at the door. She clenched her asshole tight in fear, not knowing what her captress might do. The clicking noise followed the Chicana.
The boots came around in front of her. Staring resolutely at the floor, her hair masking her vision to either side, Sally forced herself to remain calm. It couldn't be that bad, she told herself. What new degradation Estancia could come up with Sally couldn't imagine. No doubt the rest of the ordeal would be variations on the old theme. Painful, humiliating, soul-killing, yes. But she had gotten through all that. She would show Estancia. She could take it.
Like a honeyed whip Estancia's voice fell on her bare shoulders. "Hey there, darling," she said sweetly. "Hey, Sally baby. I brought you a nice new friend. You'll love him. He's a real stud."
Heavy breathing sounded rhythmically not far from her head. At a nudge from Carlos' toe, she slowly lifted her face. What could this be? she wondered. A whiff of rank breath hit her full in the face as she saw it.
It was a dog.
Though her arms were at full extension, the beast was looking down on her with stupid canine friendliness. It looked to be the size of a small horse. Its fur was short and grey, covering a narrow head, squarish muzzle, long-limbed and powerful looking body.
"Get a good look at him," Estancia urged. "I thought you'd get tired of Fred and Carlito, want something more on your level."
Devastated, Sally stared at the enormous dog face inches from hers. Her mouth hung open. No, it's not possible, she thought. Not this! Never! She couldn't-
But Estancia Cruz could.
"Don't look so shocked," Estancia said. "He's real handsome, no? His name's Conann. And he's a real stud, just like I promised you." She paused. "His full name's King Conann na Connacht III Armbruster. He's registered." She paused again, then spat, "I know you gringos put a lot of stock by pedigree. He should make you real happy."
Dropping to one knee, the girl quickly slipped the chokechain off the wolfhound's neck. Then she grabbed a handful of Sally's hair and twisted her head back till the blonde's neck creaked. "You're going to have a dog dick up your pussy, bitch," she hissed. Her face was contorted into a mask of hatred. "You're never gonna be clean again. He's gonna fuck you, puta, just like the animal you are!"
Estancia let go Sally's hair and stood up. "Okay boy," she said to the dog. "She's all yours."
Sally winced as the dog sniffed once and licked her face wetly. His whole body was shaking as he wagged his cropped tail with delight at finding a new friend. His breath made her stomach reel. Or was it only that?
He sniffed gingerly the length of her gleaming body. Before she could move she felt strong hands grabbing her by the waist, forcing her to stay in the same vulnerable position.
Sally jumped as an ice-cold nose poked suddenly between her asscheeks. The hands clamped more firmly. The dog sniffed up and down her crack, then coldnosed her tightly fisted asshole again.
Hot breath seared her bruised butt. The dog's nails clicked as he backed up. Sally heard Estancia curse under her breath, and boots scraped the floor.
Estancia took the beast by the nape of the neck - carefully, since he was strong enough to tear her arm off if she scared or angered him. She shoved his nose back into her prisoner's asscrack. With joy she saw the girl flinch away from the contact. "There you go boy, here's a hot bitch just waiting for you," Estancia said to the dog.
She rubbed his nose up and down Sally's flaming-red crack, enjoying the way the blonde's flesh crawled. The brunette could feel it. "Here, here's a nice pussy," she said, pushing the dog's head down and forward. With her other hand she stroked his wiry flanks, feeling his power. "Here, this little bitch is just dying for you to fuck her. Go ahead, Conann boy. Make her real happy, hey?"
Sally moaned in sick horror as the icy nose was pushed into her cunt. It was actually in her pussy! She gagged. She tried to twist away. It was no good. The hands held her too firmly.
"That's it," Estancia told the dog. "Isn't that nice?"
At the smell of Sally's tender cunt, the big dog began to get the idea. Tail wagging, he started slurping at the girl's slash.
The long pink tongue was cold and slimy on Sally's cunt. It rasped over the curly hairs and back to flick clammily at her asshole. Estancia released the shaggy head. The giant hound stayed in place now, head bent and thrust eagerly between Sally's thighs.
Sally felt him sniffing her sex again with his loathsome cold nose. Long-nailed hands stroked over her ass, sharp-pointed fingers spread the lips of her twat wide to give the dog better access. Sally began shivering uncontrollably. She was going to be fucked by the dog, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Though her stomach was churning with nausea, her naked pussy began to respond as the dog's tongue licked feverishly into its depths. Her trembling seemed to excite Conann, and the smell and flavor of her flowing cunt sauce caused him to vibrate with hominess.
Estancia let go of Sally's pussy lips. The blonde felt the two men tighten their grips on her, holding her up. "Come on, boy," she heard Estancia say. "The bitch is wet and waiting. Get your big old cock right up her pussy. Come on, boy!"
Breathing heavily, Estancia began lifting the dog's shoulders to get him to mount Sally's vulnerable ass. Strong as she was, the Chicana found she couldn't budge the. animal's weight. However, her tugging did give King Conann the idea. He hunched his mighty shoulders, put one paw up on Sally's butt. His black claws dug deeply into the soft skin of the ass globe.
Sally gasped at the tearing pain. The dog seemed to be pulling himself up by the skin of her ass. The beast gave a surge, and the captive shrieked as a crushing weight came down on the small of her back. The wolfhound started pumping furiously. His thick forelegs were around Sally's slim waist. His wiry chin was pressed against her back, and he drooled onto her spine.
Sally thrashed wildly, trying to escape. She could feel a cold wetness prodding at her butt and the tops of her thighs, furiously. The dog's cock hadn't found its target yet. Hysterically, the girl churned and thrashed, trying to keep the stabbing dog cock away from her cunt.
The dog tightened his grip on her waist. He was almost strong enough to hold her still. Estancia barked a command at her helpers, then knelt down beside Sally's rump.
The brunette's dark hair spilled onto the floorboards as she knelt and peered under Sally's belly. Estancia reached back between Sally's thighs and slipped her fingers into the girl's pussy. Sally stiffened, thinking the jabbing prick had found its target. But then she felt the cock jabbing determinedly at her ass, and relaxed.
With her other hand Estancia reached and roped. She felt the stiff harsh hairs of the dog's pounding crotch. Then she felt the slipperiness of the dog's cock. While the fingers of her other hand splayed open Sally's cunt, she guided the throbbing prick home.
The dog's prick bucked and jumped as it slid between Estancia's fingers. It fucked into the pussy once, slipped out, then stuck back in. As he felt the warm pussy close around his prick, Conann hunched himself forward.
Estancia pulled her hands out of the way. Her fingers were wet from the dog's licking and Sally's dripping cunt.
For one shocked moment, Sally's mind refused to accept what was happening. Had it been so short a time ago that she was horrified at being raped by her father? That seemed heavenly by comparison to this!
Then the reality hit her The force of the dog's tucking was stunning, and her whole body rocked to the impact of the hairy crotch. Inside her, the dog's cock felt small and hot. Her asscheeks, back, and sides were being rubbed raw by the dog's coarse hair.
Screams rose in Sally's throat, broke free. Helplessly she pounded the wooden floor with open palms, tossing her head madly from side to side. That was all the movement allowed her by the constraining grips of men and dog.
Worse than anything, the rasping fur, the slimy drool, the vile and forbidden invasion of her pussy by the dog's pulsing prick, was the fact that again Sally's body was betraying her. She could not have felt less turned on, it seemed. But that was in her mind.
The fact was, she had never In her brief career of tucking felt anything to equal the driving power of the hound. His cock was small but he tucked it in and out of her incredibly fast. The friction on her swelling cit was overcoming her nausea and resistance.
The wet, elastic walls of Sally's cunt began to close welcomingly around the throbbing length of prick. In spite of clenching her teeth and willing herself not to respond, her padded hips began to roll to the frantic rhythm of the animal's screwing.
The dog's breath was hot and dry on the girl's back. His eyes rolled. As she began to move her hips, he suddenly redoubled his efforts.
With a scream Sally dropped to her elbows. It was like being tucked by a piston. It was like nothing she had ever imagined! There was no more thought of resistance, no more sick revulsion. Sally was shaking, no longer from fear, but in the electric grasp of incredible, unholy lust!
Carlos fell back with a cry, thinking the girl was having some kind of fit. At the same moment Fred let go of her, eyes wide. Estancia started to scream at them, then stopped.
The blonde girl was making no move to escape. Her yellow hair was flying as she tossed her head. Every muscle seemed clenched as she drove her pussy back and forth with a jackhammer motion, fucking the hell out of the dog's cock.
Froth escaped from the dog's mouth. His hairy hindquarters were a blur as they pumped his prick into the steaming pussy. Lewd slurping sounds filled the room, along with the dog's huffing and Sally's breath like a runaway locomotive.
Unbelievable sensations filled Sally's body and soul. Fire ants crawled in her veins, and every nerve tingled. She was no longer herself. She was a greedy, grasping cunt, soaking up every ounce of fucking energy the mighty masculine beast was driving into her.
In - out - in - out. For what seemed forever the dog and the girl pulsed together and apart, becoming one in their fucking. It seemed impossible that girl or beast could keep up such a killing frenzy.
The dog grunted. Impossibly, he fucked the seething cunt still faster as he came.
As the first spurt of liquid fire seared her pussy walls, Sally began to scream with uncontrollable, wordless passion. Climax after climax rocked her, shook her like a rag doll. White fingers clawed the unyielding floor, blonde hair lashed around her shoulder like a myriad of tiny whips, her lovely face screwed up into a grimace of total ecstasy.
The coming cunt sucked the dog dick with incredible pressure. Conann fucked the girl's pussy with all his magnificent force until no more come was left in his hairy ball sac. Then, unable to stop himself, he fucked her for another solid minute as she shrieked and came and came and came.
Finally the dog dropped from Sally's bucking, nude hindquarters, his still-stiff cock coming out with a sucking sound. His come dribbled onto the floor. He walked over to a corner, and began to lick himself. He seemed to savor the rich taste of Sally's cunt.
Sally stayed on knees and elbows, quivering with reaction. For a long instant she floated on a crest of ecstasy. Then, suddenly, it left her, and she collapsed bonelessly on the floor.
"Whoooo-eeeee," said Fred, running his finger around inside his collar.
"A la chingada," Carlos muttered prayerfully.
"That got me so hot, I'm gonna walk cross-legged for a week!" Fred announced.
Estancia said nothing, staring hot-eyed at the crumpled form of the blonde girl. The Chicana could feel the tides of passion ebbing out of the prisoner. She was spent, exhausted. The long golden hair lay lank.
"She liked it," breathed Estancia. "Jesu Cristo, the puta got off on tucking the dog!" Unconsciously she began to finger her giant tits.
"I was right about you, blondie!" Estancia cried.
"You are just a nasty bitch-slut. That dog tucking you was just what you needed. Now you know what you are, gringa. You're just a dirty animal!" Her voice rose in a hysteric shriek of triumph.
On the floor, Sally's body was cracked by convulsions. The euphoria of coming was gone, and the disgust had hit her. She made a gobbling noise and threw up on the floor.
CHAPTER NINE
After Estancia was done gloating over her latest humiliation of her lovely captive, she ordered Sally to clean up the mess she had made. Moving in a Daze, she found a mop and obeyed. She was not tied, nor did any of her captors keep a grip on her. She was too numbed and broken to try escaping right now.
When the floor was cleaned, Carlos was ordered to get Sally clean. Estancia warned him not to get turned on and stick his cock into the prisoner while washing her. "You got more important things to do with that giant chorizo of yours tonight, compadre," Estancia informed him. He grinned at her calling his cock a sausage, as-well as the promise of what lay ahead.
While Fred ran King Conann down the road to his owners, Carlos hustled Sally into the bathroom. The blonde had been surprised earlier to find the cabin had a shower, fed from a big water tank out back. The cabin looked rustic from the outside, but was really fairly comfortably equipped.
"Stancia's takin' a nap,!" Carlos said as he started the water, testing its temperature with a large brown hand. "I could fuck you silly in here and she'd never know. But I don't want to take no sloppy seconds from no dog. So get your ass in that shower and clean up, cunt."
His voice was harsh and unsympathetic. Dimly, Sally realized he had been as disgusted by her performance as turned on. Her enjoying it had made him think she was a real animal herself. She wanted to tell him, make him see that it was what he and his friend, and the woman they so slavishly obeyed, had done to her that made her act in such a degraded way. They had degraded her.
Sally stepped into the shower and stood, scarcely feeling the water running off her bare hide. "Get busy!" Carlos snarled. "Get yourself soaped and rinsed, pronto. Or I'll wait till Freddie gets back, and have him go over you with a wire brush!"
At this threat Sally picked up the bar of soap. Methodically she soaped all over her water gleaming body with it. She knew Carlos didn't want to soap her himself for fear of getting turned on and flicking her, against Estancia's instructions.
The girl wondered just what Fred and Carlos were afraid of, to obey Estancia so totally. Sally had seen the Chicana control them with the wiles of her body, had herself felt the dark-haired beauty's enormous sexual vitality. But there was more to it than that. There was an element of fear.
Running the soap over her tits, nipples hard from the water running over them, Sally thought she knew what it was. She had never met anybody really insane before. The closest she had ever come, ironically, was the time her father had raped her on the couch. Glowing in his eyes was what she knew must have been madness.
That same look was in Estancia Cruz's midnight eyes all the time. And the look that came over that lovely olive face in times of anger or lust, frustration or evil triumph, made that look seem like the soberest sanity. The Chicana's expression at such times was really unearthly. Like a fiend from Hell.
Reluctantly, Sally reached down to her cunt. She spread the lips with her finger and shuddered as she felt the trapped juices run out. Dog come and the sauces of her own unnatural lust. God, what had happened to her? With her fingers she soaped the inside of her cunt, cleaning away the remnants of that ungodly fucking. She scoured herself as if trying to cleanse away the shame, until Carlos asked brusquely did she plan to stay in there all night? Then she rinsed, washed her hair.
Her wet body shone magnificently in the light as she stepped from the shower. She could see that her appearance from behind the translucent curtain had given Carlos an Instant hard-on. She couldn't know that standing there wet and naked, she was the most innocently beautiful creature the stocky man had ever seen.
He seated himself on the toilet's lowered cover and treated himself to a smoke while Sally toweled herself dry. His eyes roved over her nakedness in constant appreciation. Sally no longer noticed. After what she'd been through, standing naked in a bathroom with a strange man watching was nothing to her.
With the feeling of cleanliness, Sally felt a return of self-respect that she hadn't had since her kidnapping. Or, really, since that terrible moment a century ago when her father had discovered her and Ricky on the couch.
Ricky. How long since she had thought of him? He belonged to another world, it seemed now. The gentleness of his fucking, the warmth of his love, seemed alien to her, as if she'd imagined them or read about them in a book. Did he miss her? Was he searching for her? She knew deep inside that he wouldn't abandon her. But Sally Canavan was beyond hope. She knew her boyfriend would never find her in time to save her from whatever fiendish degradation and perhaps disfigurement his demon sister had in mind.
All there was now was to face her fate proudly, not let Estancia see her humiliated any more, no matter what was done to her.
Sally piled her dripping hair atop her head and wrapped it in a dry towel. Then, without a glance at Carlos, she went past him and walked into the living room.
Eyes riveted on the jouncing of the girl's naked buns, Carlos followed. He noticed that she stood a little taller. Her spirit was coming back. That might make Estancia's climactic torture and humiliation of the captive all the sweeter, but the new spring in the nude blonde's stride might also mean she had been pushed too far and would no longer crawl to the devilish sexual manipulations of Estancia Cruz. He was wondering what had caused the change in Sally, when he heard a scuffling sound behind him.
Instinct made him turn with the switchblade sticking open in his hand.
A booted foot flashed up and kicked the knife in a glittering arc across the room. A straight right smash of a fist rocked his head back.
Putting his head down, he lunged straight into his attacker's stomach. A hammerblow on the back of his neck made his head swim even as he heard the breath chuff out of his opponent.
Sally gasped as Carlos charged. Bent over his broad back, flailing with his fists, was Ricky Cruz!
Carlo pounded Ricky's sides. The youth brought his knee up into Carlos' chest with a thud. The heavy man gasped and wrapped muscular arms around him.
Breathing heavily, sweating and straining, the two men grappled. Sally heard Estancia's voice from the bedroom, wondering what in hell the racket was. The brunette's lush figure appeared at the door just as Ricky tore free and reeled across the room. He bounced off the wall and went down to one knee. Carlo shook his head like an angry bull and lunged after him.
Ricky spun to meet him. Steel flashed and tore. The brawny Chicano bellowed and stepped back, clutching at his stomach.
He brought his hand up, bloody. Estancia screamed, terror in her voice. Carlo. looked down at the dripping red tear diagonally across his belly. Dumbly, he felt through his shirt.
The knife had only torn through the skin of his hard-muscled stomach. He looked at the youth, crouching by the wall, Carlos' knife a silver gleam in his hand. Carlos was shorter than the other, and far heavier with muscle and sinew. But there was no way he would take Ricky on at this moment, even with a magnum. It wasn't just the knife. Right now Ricky's black eyes were burning with the same mad, wicked fire he had seen so often in Estancia's eyes.
Slowly, bent over, Ricky advanced, the knife weaving like a cobra before him. "Get back!" he hissed. "Over by the bedroom door. You move wrong, and I'll cut your balls off!"
Carlos obeyed. Ricky followed a few paces away, not letting his opponent get the upright post between them. "Okay," Ricky said when Carlos stood by Estancia, "take her by the arm and tie her to the post. Sally, honey?".
"Yes, Ricky," Sally said, her voice weak with relief.
"Can you find another rope?" The girl nodded.
Nervously, Carlos took hold of Estancia's arm. He looked as if he expected her to bite him. But it was as if he wasn't there. As he led her to the post, she kept her gaze on her brother. Her eyes were wide with the panic of a trapped animal. She recognized her own madness in her brother's eyes, and knew she'd find no mercy there.
Ricky circled around, keeping his distance. As he sidestepped, his back passed the door through which he'd entered.
A hamhock-like fist shot ,from behind him. It rabbit-punched him neatly in the back of his neck with sufficient force to bounce his chin off his chest. As he slumped Fred was on him, chopping the knife from his nerveless fingers.
Sally ground her fists into her cheeks, mouth open to scream. But the scream never came.
Wrists bound behind him, Ricky sat propped against one wall, naked. His jaw hung open and his breath came in a snore. Sally gazed at him from where she was slumped by the post, tied to it again. Was he all right? His breath seemed to be even and regular. But Fred had knocked him unconscious with one blow. Would there be damage to his brain?
A fire burned cheerfully in the fireplace. Outside the cabin evening darkened into night. At the dining table, Estancia Cruz was finishing dressing the cut on Carlos' stomach.
Fred sat in a chair, smoking. He seemed oddly content. His gaze occasionally flicked over Sally's nude body, and he would smile to himself. Had Estancia let him in on her plans for Sally that evening? The blonde suspected so. The thought made her feel weak.
"You'll have to get this stitched up, Carlito," Estancia told the burly Chicano. Gauze bandages were taped over the long cut, and the girl was winding an Ace bandage around his midsection to hold everything in place. "But this'll hold you together tonight. You've got a job to do, no?"
She patted him on the shoulder and smiled lewdly at him. He hoisted himself off the chair. Estancia glanced at the inert form of her brother. A shadow passed over her face.
"Get a pail of water and wake him up," Estancia commanded Fred. He heaved his bulk out of the chair and flicked the cigarette butt into the fireplace.
As Fred did what he was told, Estancia walked over to stand above Sally, fists on her hips. "Well, chiquita," she told her cringing captive, "tonight's the night. I'm glad my brother dropped in on us. It'd be a shame for him to miss the fun."
Smiling sweetly, she bent, over the naked girl. Without warning she lashed out and slapped Sally across the face. "You think you're something," she hissed, just 'cause you got my brother to screw that ugly cunt of yours. Well you ain't nothin' to him, baby, nothin' at all. He might think so, but in just a minute I'm gonna show him - and you - different. With what I got to give him, he'll never even want to look at you again."
Estancia straightened up. A smile of triumph crossed her full lips. "And after I'm finished with you, baby, nobody's gonna want to look at you again!"
A bucket of water dashed in his face brought Ricky around, groaning and sputtering. "Owww," he moaned. "What the fuck happened?" He tried to raise his hand to rub his aching neck, found he couldn't.
"What the hell?" Slowly he raised his head. His sister stood before `him, looking down at him with a smile.
"Estancia!" Ricky exclaimed. "You bitch, what the hell have you done? What are you doing to Sally?"
Estancia's smile broadened. "We're taking good care of her," she purred, glancing back at her captive. "She's got food to eat, a roof over her head, and all the fucking she can handle. Hey, Rico, she's a hot little bitch! You should of seen her this after noon - we brought a big old-"
"Shut up!" yelled Ricky. "Let me go, goddamnit! Let us both go or I'll-" He launched into a stream of rapid-fire Spanish, his face darkening with anger.
Estancia ignored him. "Anyway, your little gringa girl friend has been having so much fun with us, I'm glad you showed up to join in." She pulled the sweater off over her head. Her heavy tits bobbled enthusiastically in a white brassiere. "You've had to go so long without any real lovin'..."
"What are you doing?" her brother demanded. The girl covered her jugs with the sweater while one hand reached behind her.
"So I'm going to take care of you the way I used to before you started running after pasty-faced Anglo bitches."
She shrugged out of the brassiere, keeping her jugs hidden by the sweater. She dropped the bra and undid the snap on her jeans., "Nobody ever loved you the way your sweet baby sister did, que no?-" She kicked off her boots.
Ricky blushed furiously. "Oh, I told her all about you and me, babe," Estancia purred. She unzipped the jeans, stepped gracefully out of them. Her ripe twat bulged out the lacy front of the yellow panties. Black hairs wisped out through the weave of the fabric.
Coyly, Estancia covered her crotch with the jeans. She stepped up to her brother and draped the jeans over his head. "Yeah, babe," she breathed. She could feel the cloth of her sweater thrilling the big nipples on her boobs. Desire welled up in her loins. She glanced back over her shoulder to where Sally sat staring wide-eyed at the scene. "Yeah, I told your girl about how you took my cherry when I was twelve. How .you first fucked me up the ass on my thirteenth birthday. How you taught me to suck cock."
The brunette smiled at her captive. She never told me any of this! Sally thought wildly. But she knew it was true. "Then I started to teach you things, Ricky. I put you through changes you never imagined." The jeans slipped off Ricky's head, fell to the floor. Estancia took a fistful of her brother's hair. She pulled his head back.
"When our parents were killed we moved into that apartment together, querido. Just you and me. It was heaven that way. You were all mine. Your hard, hard body, your big hard throbbing cock - all mine!" She thrust her hips forward and ground the mound of her cuint into Ricky's face. He winced and tried to twist away, but Estancia held him firmly.
"Smell that?" she demanded, rolling her hips. "You know that smell, brother dear. That's your sister's pussy. You've stuck your nose into it real often, haven't you? Did you tell your little Sally that? Did you tell her it belongs to you? Or that you belong to it? That's what we're about to show her, Ricky darling."
Ricky, kept trying to turn his head away. Estancia let her sweater fall to the floor. Her huge boobs swung free. The nipples stood out boldly from the vast expanse of tit-flesh. They were rock-hard with lust. The girl reached down and slipped her fingers between her thigh and the elastic of her panties and slipped them aside, thrusting her bared pussy into her brother's face.
"There, Ricky!" she cried. "It's all ready for you! Eat me, baby! Eat your sister's red-hot pussy!"
Ricky moaned. The hot scent of Estancia's pussy filled his nostrils. Visions of sex with his sister filled his head. ,The times he'd lapped her oozing cunt, or plowed into it with his cock. Driving up her clutching asshole with his powerful prick,' or reaming it out with a lust-stiffened tongue. Her skilled mouth and tongue working over his cock with fiery love.
By the post, Sally watched in mute fascination. This explained everything, from Ricky's reluctance to bring her to his - and Estancia's - apartment, to Estancia's unnatural and evil lust for revenge against Sally. Till this minute, Sally hadn't really understood what the strange and lovely girl had wanted revenge for.
Why didn't Ricky tell me? Sally thought in pain. Why didn't he explain? I would've understood! But `as she thought that she wondered if the innocent virgin she had been such a short time ago would have understood.
She could now.
But now it was too late.
Blood-swollen pussy lips smeared juices all over Ricky's mouth. Erotic scenes assaulted his brain. He `could no longer restrain himself. Lewd slurping noises filled the room as he began to lap feverishly at his sister's brimming pussy. Estancia gasped with pleasure. "Oh! That's right!" she cried. "Eat my cunt! Eat your sister's pussy! Oh I need you! You do me so good! Suck my cunt, suck it!" Ricky's tongue licked along the red insides of the girl's slash, sending sparks of pleasure to her brain. The brunette shifted her feet to push her pussy even harder into his mouth. Sally got a glimpse of Ricky's crotch. His cock stood stiff as a flagpole with excitement. She felt a twinge of heartache at the sight of his hard prick. How much she-loved that mighty cock! How long it seemed since she'd had it in her. Now it seemed she'd never have it again, that Estancia would have her terrible. vengeance and then keep Ricky forever.
With a shriek of pleasure, Estancia came. Her cunt oils gushed out and flowed down her brother's chin. He gobbled her hungrily, trying to suck up every last drop of greasy goodness.
"There we go," murmured Estancia, stepping back. Droplets of cunt juice glittered in her bush. "That's so much better! My pussy's been sooooo lonely for you." With a quick motion she stripped off her panties and stood revealed, naked and glorious.
"Now, Rico," Estancia said, eyes towing. "Let's show this little gringa slut what flicking really means!"
With pussy oil smeared all over his face, Risky shook his head. The momentary rush of fever had passed. "No, Estancia!" he cried. "We can't do this! We-"
His sister stepped forward and crushed his face between her massive boobs. Succulent tit-flesh enfolded him, ripe with the rich fragrance of girl. She rubbed them on either side of his head. Then she pulled back, squeezing her jugs together. She thrust them towards his mouth. Twin nubbins of nipple stabbed at him till he gave in and started to gnaw and lick at them.
Estancia dropped, sliding her red-tipped fits down Ricky's chin, down his chest and belly. Then she trapped his rigid cock between them and began to jack him off between the mountainous cushions of tit-flesh. Ricky moaned.
Hopelessly, Sally wished it would stop. This was worse than anything, to watch Estancia take her man away from her.
The purple bar of cock throbbed hungrily between the olive-skinned jugs. The satiny flesh tortured Ricky's prick with delight. His belly muscles tightened with desire for his hot-blooded sister.
Urgently, Estancia tugged at her brother's legs, pulling them out in front of him. Her tits were trapped between his muscular thighs, and she rolled her shoulders to fuck them around his cock. It felt like a heated steel rod on the sensitive skin of her beautiful globes of tit. The rank smell of her eager pussy filled the room.
Ricky started to squirm again, fighting for self-control. "No, Estancia," he made himself grit out. "You got to stop. This isn't right. Let us go, we can't do this."
Estancia pulled her jugs out of his crotch. Her raven hair flew as she swooped her head down, entrapped the glowing scarlet head of her brother's cock in her ruby lips. She sucked, hard. Her cheeks caved into deep hollows. Ricky threw back his head and gasped. Her sucking on his cock seemed to literally lift his ass off the floor with its erotic power.
Estancia sucked and sucked that giant cock till it seemed she'd suck it inside-out. Every muscle in Ricky's lean body seemed taut. Veins stood out on his temples, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He seemed to be in awful pain, but what he was feeling was unbelievable, unbearable pleasure.
When it seemed she couldn't keep it up any more without killing her brother, when he felt he was about to burst apart, when Ricky was almost ready to blast off and fill his sister's face with boiling come, Estancia let the cockhead go. The prick waved back and forth, pulsing with excitement. Estancia smiled with delight, and straddled her brother's crotch.
"Watch this!" she tossed over her shoulder to Sally. Fascinated, the girl watched the black thatch of pussy descend toward the straining cock. A tiny pinkness of drooling pussy lips peeked out of the tangled bush.
They cunt lips touched the swollen cockhead and spread. The tip of Ricky's prick disappeared between them. Sally watched the triangular head of the prick wedge open the tender pussy mouth, slide inside with agonizing slowness. Again Sally was fascinated that such a small body as Estancia's could take in so much cock meat.
Estancia stopped with just the prick's head in her cunt. "How's that?" she asked. "How do you like it?"
"F-fine!" her brother responded weakly.
"Who's got a sweeter pussy than your sister? Who else can make you feel this good?" Estancia demanded throatily.
With well-trained muscles, Estancia began to suck her brother's big cock into her snatch. Sally saw the cunt mouth actually tighten around the swollen shaft of Ricky's cock as Estancia let herself lower and lower. The intruding thickness of cock forced her buttocks farther and farther apart as it went in.
Finally the dripping lips of Estancia's cunt kissed the furry base of Ricky's cock. A trail of cool honey ran from her cunt down over his taut ball sac. Sally could see `the pussy fluid glisten in the light.
The flickering light of the fire molded Estancia's fantastic body in soft shadow. The curves of her back and ass were `perfection. Sally knew the insane black-haired girl, evil as she was, was the most beautiful woman she would ever see. She could even feel a pang of lust, for Estailcia's incredible body made her cunt water.
Gently, Estancia kissed her brother on the mouth. His eyes were shut tight. She teased his lips open with her tongue. The muscles of her cunt tightened, rippled along the buried length of his cock. He groaned as her tongue slid into his mouth.
Then hands were all over him as she kissed him. Estancia began to fuck her brother with furious passion. Up and down went her hips, twisting and turning and corkscrewing along every inch of that throbbing prick. It filled her to overflowing, stretching the walls of her pussy to ecstasy.
Sucking noises came from their fucking groins. Sally could see glittering droplets of cunt juice splashing over Estancia's rubbery asscheeks. Hollowness filled the blonde girl's stomach. She knew she could never fuck Ricky with the fire and fury Estancia was screwing him with. Estancia was right. With what the raven-haired girl had to give her brother, he need never look at the blonde again!
Red welts striped Ricky's back where his sister's long nails dug into him. Her mounting passion drove her into a frenzy. Her brother's cock was so big, and So sweet. She could taste it with her pussy, feel the pleasure she was giving him. Inside her churning belly her cunt was sucking his prick as expertly as a hooker's mouth. And his thick prick was grinding her cit down to a nubbin.
Estancia wasn't thinking about her revenge now. She was thinking about how she had all she ever wanted. Her brother's cock crammed all the way into her cunt!
The temperature in the room seemed-to rise as the pair rushed toward climax. Then suddenly both began to squeal and grunt like fucking pigs around their interlocked mouthfuls of tongue. The others could see their strong young bodies shaken by the violent tremors of their glorious mutual orgasm.
The muscles of Estancia's tawny back stood out in bold relief as she crushed herself to her brother, her tits burning holes in his powerful chest. Sally saw her beloved's ball-sac throb in time to the spurting of his mighty cock, deep in his sister's cunt. When her climax hit, Estancia had quit her mad pumping and forced herself down, impaling herself as hard as she could on Ricky's cock. She squirmed, grinding her ass into his groin, taking him all in.
A line of white , appeared where the lips of Estancia's cunt were wrapped around the base of Ricky's cock. His come had filled her greedy belly and flooded out of her. It ran in a sticky stream down his balls as he kept pumping it into her pussy.
When the fires of climax had died down, Estancia shivered all over like a wet dog. With excruciating slowness she lifted herself from Ricky's prick. It slid agonizingly out, still hard. Its magnificent length was shiny with the mingled juices of their come.
Her black-furred cunt was reluctant to give up its big prize. The red lips clung greedily to the cock head, slurping and slobbering, and finally let go, with a pop. A string of come slowly oozed from the loose cunt mouth and slopped into Ricky's crotch.
Gooey strands of come slithered down Estancia's sweat-sheened, firm thighs as she walked proudly to the center of the room. She loomed over her captive like a craven figure of a goddess of lust, savoring Sally's defeat as she'd savored Ricky's prick. Sally lifted her head to look into her triumphal jet-black gaze.
Strong hands twined in blonde hair. Estancia thrust her messy, dripping pussy forward. "Eat it!" she commanded Sally. "Clean out my cunt. Lick all your lover's come out of his sister's steaming quim!"
CHAPTER TEN
The stink of cunt and come filled Sally's head. She choked. She dosed her eyes and tried to turn away.
"Lick me out!" ordered Estancia. "Get your tongue in my snatch!" Sally shook her head. Wet stuff smeared her mouth. A trickle of come ran down her chin.
Estancia yanked on Sally's long blonde hair. Tears came to the captive's clear blue eyes, but she kept her lips clamped lightly shut. "God damn you, you gringa whore!" shrieked Estancia. "Get it on! Get your mouth on my pussy and clean me out!"
When Sally continued to refuse, Estancia called out to her pet sadist. "Get over here, Fred," she said huskily. "Get your belt out. If this little bitch doesn't give my cunt the tongue-lashing of its life, take some skin off her floppy tits!"
Grinning moronically, Fred shambled up, pulling the belt from its loops. Sally rolled her eyes around and watched him come up beside her. "Make your choice, bitch!" snarled Estancia. "My cunt or the belt. Or do you just dive in gringa's muffs? Shall I tell Ricky all about you and Terry? How you wrapped your tongue around her ditty and made her scream for more? Better show him your stuff, or Freddy'll skin you!"
Cheeks burning, with shame and anger, Sally opened her mouth and began to eat cunt. As her lips parted, Estancia thrust her cunt-bun against her face the way she had with Ricky.
A hot rush of liquid filled Silly's mouth. She choked and sputtered. She felt gobs of come rolling around on her tongue as her lips worked and played with the lips of the Chicana's steaming pussy.
The hands tightened agonizingly in her hair. Estancia's breath came faster and faster. She was really turned on! Sally knew her humiliation was turning the brunette on as much as her tongue.
Her tongue probed into the channel of Estancia's cunt. Deeper and deeper it went, till Sally's jaws ached. Like a serpent it quested and poked, hunting for drops of Ricky's sweet come. Sally felt a small delight each time the beloved and familiar taste of her lover's sperm touched her taste buds.
Sally recoiled as something seemed to grab her tongue. Then she realized Estancia had clenched the wails of her cunt on it. What muscular control! she marveled. What it must be like for a man's cock to feel that! Again she felt hopelessly inferior. How could she compete with such a knowledgeable, nimble cunt?
The lining of Estancia's pussy tunnel was like fine silk. Her oils were flowing freely flow, filling Sally's throat and mouth as the blonde reamed out the furthest reaches of her pussy. At last Sally's tongue could find no more traces of come no matter how far it burrowed. Her sharp chin was thrust into the red and dripping slash, and her upper teeth were crushing Estancia's clitoris.
Sally could feel her quaking with pleasure. Now that the first waves of revulsion were gone, she found herself enjoying the taste and feel of Estancia's pussy. It was a truly wonderful pussy, Sally had to admit. Its texture was soft and seductive. It was as delicious as anything she had ever tasted. And the triangular tangle of black pubic hair that swam before her eyes covered a beautifully molded pussy mound tucked between flawless thighs.
Estancia Cruz' cunt was as totally lovely as the rest of her. Except her mind. And it wasn't her mind that Sally was eating-out with growing fervor!
By the time Estancia shook and gasped with climax, her prisoner's own tasty pussy was moist with lust. The stinging as Estancia pulled on her hair in her throes of pleasure hardly bothered Sally. She was too totally caught up in the carnal delights of Estancia's hot, slippery pussy.
One sweet gush of oils wafted Sally to heaven as Estancia's pussy pulsed and came. The Chicana's olive asscheeks clamped together as she ground her twat against the blonde's eagerly caressing mouth. The delight from her entrapped cut felt like an eruption, and the slithering tongue up her cunt was sheer joy.
After an eternity Estancia let go of Sally's hair and stepped back. She regretted having to stop. "I was right," she said, almost tenderly. "You are damn good at sucking cunt. Too bad I wasted so much on Terry." Sally gazed up at her. She licked the last remnants of Estancia's pussy sauce off her lips.
"Now I do something for you," Estancia said. "Freddie! Get me apiece of kindling wood a foot long or so, about this big around." She held up her fingers in an "0" a bit over an inch wide.
Freddie looked as puzzled as Sally, but turned and did whit she told him to. He walked over to the fireplace and started rooting through a big box of kindling.
Estancia dropped to her knees beside Sally. Her body heat was oddly comforting to the slender girl. The Chicana put out one hand and stroked her cheek. Sally turned away, expecting a slap.
The blow never came. Instead Estancia petted her cheek a few more times, then let her hand fall to one budding breast. Expertly she began to knead the nipple, staring into the azure depths of Sally's eyes. Sally kept her expression neutral, though her pussy was crying out with lust.
When the little button of delicate flesh on the tip of Sally's pointy jug was hard and throbbing with life, Estancia moved her hand on down to cup her prisoner's downy cunt. A long-nailed finger dipped into the pussy. Sally tensed again, waiting for the hideous stab of the nail. It never came either. Instead Estancia finger-fucked her slowly, languorously, thrillingly.
"Do you want me?" Estancia asked, her voice low. "Do you Want me to eat your pussy?"
Stunned, Sally opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. She nodded.
A gentle hand on her shoulder pushed Sally down onto her back. The hard floorboards were cool on her spine. The ropes tightened around her wrists as they slid down the post. She roiled onto her side, and the pressure eased.
Sally felt pools of black hair wash over her body. Lush lips slid down her flanks, across the mound of her belly. Hands pressed her thighs apart. Sally lifted one leg and rested it, foot on floor, knee cocked. Estancia put her magnificent head of hair between Sally's legs. Her eyes devoured the milky globes of the girl's ass.
Warm breath feathered over Sally's slash. Was it real! she asked herself. What could be behind this change in Estancia? It was her madness, no doubt. She must experience violent changes of personality, Sally decided. But she didn't think about it very carefully. Instead she relaxed and closed her eyes dreamily as Estancia's mouth closed on her pussy.
Terry's mouth had been fire and ice. Estancia's mouth was unbelievable. She sucked the inner lips of Sally's pussy in, then ran her tongue up and down the cleft between them. Then, ever so slowly, it parted the lips. Pleasure flowed over Sally's whole body as the girl's tongue slipped into her cunt.
With Estancia's tongue fucking her lazily, Sally forgot about Ricky as completely as be had forgotten her when Estancia had been fucking him.
The girl also forgot about Freddie searching through the kindling box. She didn't notice when his footsteps crossed the floor to where Estancia lay on her side eating pussy. And Sally only murmured a wordless protest when Estancia tugged her along the floor away from the post, till she was stretched as far from it as her binding would permit.
At Fred's touch on her naked haunch, Estancia groped blindly with her hand. She accepted the long fat stick from her helper and waved him away.
The gringa had a beautiful ass, Estancia admitted to herself. And her cunt tasted like fine wine. But the dark-haired girl wasn't going to let anything interfere with her plans for her captive.
Estancia drew her tongue lingeringly out of Sally's cunt. It was coated in pungent oils. She'd licked it along the slash of Sally's pussy. The coral tongue-tip found the pearly button of the blonde's cit and touched off an explosion in her brain. Sally sighed as Estancia licked her swollen clit.
Then the brunette shoved the piece of kindling four inches deep into Sally's pussy.
Sally screamed like a cat. Her back arched as she tried to twist away. She tried to clamp her thighs shut but Estancia's head was between them. The Chicana thrust the stick in deeper.
Brutally, Estancia began fucking Sally with the chunk of kindling. It was fifteen inches long, an inch and a quarter thick, and covered along its length with knobby hard protrusions where branching twigs had been broken off. Estancia could feel the exquisite pain in Sally's cunt as it violated her. Squirming with wicked delight, she continued to lave the girl's clit-button.
Agony shot from Sally's crotch. The knobs on the stick were digging furrows in the walls of her cunt. And with every stroke Estancia rammed it home hard. It dug into Sally's womb each time.
Estancia began to corkscrew the stick in and out of the quivering pussy. It made an ugly, liquid noise like tearing silk. By the wall Ricky roared and tried to get up. Carlos bounded to his side and held him down.
"Oh Ricky!" shrieked Sally. "Oh Ricky, make them stop! It hurts, it's tearing me apart! Oh, it's ripping up my pussy! Help! Pleeeeaaaassse!"
Enthralled, Estancia watched the stick plunging in and out of the tender twat. What a contrast the hard dead wood made to the warm, wet, living flesh that surrounded it. She wasn't doing any real damage-no blood was coming. That was good. She still didn't want to harm the merchandise. But she was causing pain, and that she enjoyed.
Turned on by the taste of cunt and pain, Estancia felt her own cunt begin to ooze. She began squirming her thighs together. She motioned urgently with her hands.
Fred, standing nearby licking his lips, dropped to his knees and undid his pants. He pulled them down over his hips. Never raising her mouth from Sally's tortured cunt, Estancia parted her luscious thighs. Fred bent forward, resting his weight on his fists, and stuck his cock in her.
Sighing delightedly, Estancia slowed down the pace with the stick. Now that the piece of kindling was well greased, she all but eased it in and out of Sally's cunt, so that it almost stopped hurting. Then she redoubled her attentions to Sally's clit.
Conflicting feelings tore at Sally's body. Estancia's skilled mouth was playing the sweetest music on her clit while the hard, sharp-knobbed stick stirred inside her cunt. She bit her lip and tossed her head. Her eyes were wide, and stared at the ceiling.
Of their own will, it seemed, Sally's hips began to move. It was happening again. While pain washed over her, pleasure began to fill Sally up. The aroma of her cunt cut through the scent of the burning firewood. Even the cruel stick was beginning to feel good at the same time it hurt.
Estancia was exhibiting her cruel artistry again. She was causing Sally agony at the same time she was driving her on towards climax. While her brother, Sally's lover, watched helplessly from the side of the room.
Sally came before Estancia did. The blonde was crying and her teeth were biting into her lower lip. Her ass flopped around like a fish out of water as lights went off behind her eyes. And still tearing sensations shot into her belly with each contraction of her spasming pussy.
Sally's climax of pleasure and pain sent Estancia into a delirium. Her own shuddering climax brought Fred off thunderously as well, though he was so turned on from watching Estancia rape Sally with the piece of wood that it didn't take much to bring him off.
The brunette rode her come to its fullest limit, then lay for a few delicious moments, still screwing her helpless captive with the stick. Fred pulled his slimy cock out and stood up. Estancia sighed and kissed Sally's flooded pussy one final time.
The thick stick came out with a sloshing sound. Sally's natural juices dripped from it Estancia pushed herself back and sat up "Okay, Fred," she said, eyeing her lovely prisoner's perfect young body. She began to lick the cunt-juiced soaked stick as if it were a lollipop, enjoying the flavor of Sally's snatch. "It's time for the big event. Get the branding iron."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sally threw herself away from the post, not noticing the ropes cutting into her wrists. Frantically, she tried to break free, to escape the hideous and obscene fate Estancia had in store for her. She fought to her feet and dug her heels in. Muscles tensed, she pulled and jerked on the binding ropes.
It did no good. She was bound tightly.
Estancia was on her feet at Sally's side, her naked body gleaming in the firelight. She grabbed Sally brutally by the tits, twisted, hung on. "I'm gonna cut you, sweetheart," she spat. "But I'm gonna burn you first. I'm gonna give you a whole lot to remember me by!"
Naked as the girls were, Fred padded to her side. He handed the brunette a long black iron rod. At the end was an iron cut-out in the shape of a five-pointed star.
Estancia let go of Sally's boobs to shake the instrument under her nose. "I got it at a flea market, just for you," Estancia said. "Aren't you pleased, gringa? Where do you want it? The left ass cheek? The right one? Maybe both for good measure - and those little tits too?"
Sally's tear-streaked face twisted in terror. Estancia laughed at her and tossed the iron to Fred. "Here," she said. "Go set this on to warm up - you should like that. If you're a good boy, I'll even let you hold the bitch while I brand her."
Spent though it was from just coming up Estancia's cunt, Fred's cock stood instantly upright at this promise. He trotted off and stuck the iron into the roaring fire. His broad loose features had a look of sheer ecstasy.
Sally was still shaking her head and mouthing silent pleas. Estancia struck her viciously across the face. Then she grabbed her hair and pulled her down on all fours. "No need for you to be bored while we wait for the iron to heat," she hissed.
"Time for something new-Carla?"
The muscular Chicano came over. "Get out of your clothes," ordered Estancia. "Then get that huge prod of yours up this little slut's shit-chute - without greasing it!"
In seconds Carlos had stripped off his clothes. His cock stood out from his crotch like a hairy flag pole. His strong hands grabbed Sally's round ass, got an unbreakable grip. He moved his hips till the cone-shaped head of his huge cock was right against the tightened asshole.
Dazed with horror, Sally remembered wondering how any girl could enjoy getting buttfucked. And how Estancia could take having Carlos' oversized cock shoved into her ass. And that was lubricated. Carlos was going to rape her ass now with a prick as dry as the stick had been - only the cock wasn't going to get wet and slippery the way the stick had. With the slowly-heating branding-iron waiting for her, this almost seemed small. But as the first stab of pain shot up her back from Carlos' shoving his hips forward, she knew this was going to be more than she could bear.
Against the resistance - of Sally's lightly-closed asshole, a weaker man than Carlos would never have gotten his cock in, greased or not. But Carlos was incredibly strong. His stubby brown fingers dug deep into the white flesh of Sally's ass as he pulled himself into her. The tip of-his cock slowly but surely forced the hole open.
The hard purple wedge of cock head began to spread Sally's asshole wider and wider. Estancia's face swam in Sally's gaze. The Chicana was leering at her horribly. The pain was jabbing her - it wasn't so much though - she could take it but - but wait, it's just beginning! It's worse - it's going in - too much - t-o o much -it's -"Oooooooooooh Goooooddddd!"
Estancia didn't even flinch as the blonde's fingernails clawed into her soft shoulders. Climax after climax pounded into her as she watched the blonde beauty's face dissolve in pain and her screaming rang out. It was so good! And it was just beginning.
To Carlos it felt as if he had fucked into a furnace filled with sand. It was impossibly tight up Sally's ass - too tight. And without cunt-grease or anything else to ease his entry it felt as if it was peeling all the skin off his prick. But now Carla thought he knew how Sally felt, when Estancia ate her to orgasm while fucking her with the stick. Along with the agony of cornholing the dry-walled ass was an almost incredible sensation of delight.
Sally's asscheeks were forced wider and wider apart, until it seemed she was about to split open. Estancia was holding her shoulders now, looking at her face with an expression that nearly looked like love. Sally was howling wordlessly, madly. Her throat was raw and her voice hoarse, but still she screamed.
Bravely, Carla fucked home his mighty cock. The veins stood out on his bulging forearms from his exertion, but at last every one of his eight inches was planted solidly in Sally's rump.
At once he began to pull out. As Sally's squalling went up an octave, his breath whistled out through his teeth. He couldn't last long at this rate - it felt as if his guts would be sucked out through the tip of his prick!
Sally choked and coughed. Carlos' enormous cock was surely tearing the lining of her ass channel. Suddenly she could scream no more. "Oh Jesus," she gasped. "Why? Oh. . . ahhhh... AAAIIIEEEEE! Oh please. Not any - more. Not ... any ... mooooore!"
Carla brought his cock out till just the head was plugging her butt. He bit his lip. Her asshole was strangling his cock. It felt like every blow job he ever had, all rolled into one.
"Hey Estancia!" came Fred's voice excitedly. "Hey, the iron's about ready. Hey, it's all hot."
The Chicana gave Sally a wolfish grin face to face and sprang up. "You come get ready to hold her, Fred," she said. "I'll take over heating the iron." She ran lightly to the fireplace, her big tits bouncing up and down.
"God damn you, Estancia," her brother snarled. "God damn you - you wouldn't!"
His sister's laugh was musical. "But I would!" she cried. "Oh, Rico, don't you see? It's for your own good! This gringa bitch trapped you, seduced you. She was trying to lure you away from the beautiful thing we have." She tossed her head, her hair flying free.
"After I've finished, with her you'll know," Estancia went on brightly. Her voice sounded like a little girl's. She paused for a minute and listened to Sally's sobbing, and the laboring of Carla' breath. He was trying to keep from coming off, and fighting a losing battle. "You'll see what happens to any bitch who tries to come between us. You won't want her any more. She'll be too ugly. You won't want anybody but Estancia - your Estancia. Oh, we'll be together, my darling, my brother, my love."
"Damn you!" raged Ricky. "If you do anything more to her, I'll-"
"What was that?". Fred asked. A noise had sounded out front. He stood up from beside the fire, started to walk across the floor.
A spasm hit Carlos. His cock gave a mighty pulse and began to pump his load into Sally's asshole.
In front of the cabin, a car door slammed.
Frantically, Carlos pushed himself away from Sally with both hands. His cock came out of her butt pumping wildly, spraying white come all over her quivering asscheeks and onto the floor. He slipped and almost went down, then got to his feet and ran madly to the front window.
Fred was by the upright post, searching through his pants pockets. "Holy shit!" Carlos yelled. "It's the police!"
Streamers of come still flying from his limp hose of cock, Carlos ran through the room and out the back way. Ricky pushed hard with his heels against the floor. He shoved himself up the wall into a standing position at the cost of a lot of skin from his back. "Give up, you shit!" he shouted.
A boom like a cannon shot crashed out, echoed round and around the mountains. "Hold it right there, motherfucker!" a voice yelled from in back. "Don't shoot, I give up!" came Carlos' voice.
Fred found what he was looking for. Carlos' switch-blade snicked open in his beefy hand.
With a wild shriek of rage Estancia snatched up the red glowing iron and ran at Sally. "I'll get you!" she raged. "They won't stop me!"'
Ricky launched himself off the wall as Fred turned to stare dumbly at the naked fury with the burning iron. Ricky stumbled, recovered, clipped Estancia and spun her around off balance. Her momentum carried her onward as the branding iron flew out of her hands. Grabbing wildly for balance, she fell heavily into Fred, her black, black hair spilling against his chest.
The front door exploded inward. A lantern-jawed Chicano in a gray sheriff's uniform stood there, clutching a pump shotgun.
The knuckles on Estancia's lovely hands stood out whitely as she shoved herself away from the big blond man. Very, very slowly, as if moving under water, the girl got herself upright. She turned toward where her brother lay on the floor and her mouth opened.
A thin trail of blood ran from the stab wound in Estancia's solar plexus, down across her perfect belly. "Ricky, I-" she said, and died.
Fred made a swipe towards Sally, huddled sobbing at his feet. The deputy raised the riot gun and shot him twice. The sound filled the room as the burly sadist somersaulted backwards into the wail.
The uniformed deputy sheriff lowered the shotgun. "Miss Canavan," he said, "are you all right, Miss Canavan?" Then he seemed to really take in the scene for the first time and slumped against the doorframe. "Oh my God," he said.
A tall thin form shouldered past him. "Sally," it called out. "Ricky?"
"Daddy!" screamed Sally, and she fainted.
A few hours later, Ricky and Sally were driving down the mountain in Ricky's battered Chevrolet.
At Mr. Canavan's suggestion, the sheriff's men had consented to let the boy drive her home.
"So I finally talked to your father. He was sorry for what he'd done; he was out of his head when he found out you'd disappeared from my place. I told him I was afraid you were up at the cabin and to bring help. I left too quick to tell him any more," Ricky was saying. Sally slumped beside him on the seat, a deputy's coat wrapped around her against the chill.
"So I got to the cabin and managed to fuck up rescuing you. And thanks to my not explaining to your father, the sheriff's department almost didn't get here in time. He had to convince them he wasn't crazy, then find someone who knew where the cabin was. Luckily Eulogio Gonzales was on duty." Ricky swallowed. "He's the one who shot Fred. He's ... he's an old friend of the family."
They drove in silence for a couple of minutes. "I know I got you into this mess. I know I didn't do a hell of a lot right trying to get you out. When let you off at your folks' house, if you just want to walk away and never look back, I ... I understand. You'd be right."
"Ricky," Sally said in a small voice.
"Yes, darlin'?"
"I love you."
Ricky slowed the car to a halt, pulled over. "You're crazy," he said. "I don't see how you'd want to look at me any more after I got you into this. After my own sister did such god awful things to you. I know you won't want me to touch you anym-"
His words were muffled as Sally's lips covered his. The coat was thrown open, exposing her naked body to his hungry hands.
The girl fumbled his fly open, and Ricky lifted his butt to allow her to slide his pants off. His big prick was hard and straight as he slid over into the passenger seat.
Warmth and wetness enfolded Ricky's cock as Sally lowered her cunt onto it. That cunt had been flicked, sucked, and abused beyond all reason the last few days. But now it was as greedy as if it hadn't had a cock in years. And it seemed like that long since it had had the only cock it wanted-the one that was filling it now to overflowing.
Sally felt the beginnings of a climax tightening her pussy. She didn't try to fight it.
It would be-the first of many with Ricky. And they would have a long, long time.
