Have you ever wondered how you would react to stress? What would you be willing to give up if you were placed in a life and death situation? What sacrifices would you make?
Jeannie Morriss, the heroine of this compelling new adult novel of adventure and graphic realism, is forced to answer these questions for herself.
Warning: This story if for people with open minds! It is a realistic and hard hitting retelling of a young and beautiful wife's savage bout with life-threatening danger and the unleashed rampant sexuality of a dozen men!
This book pulls no punches. It "tells it as it is."
This book is concerned with reality. Its material is not a bunch of meaningless surveys or statistics created by some computer, but flesh and blood people!
Within the mind of each human being, are wild, repressed desires, resting for expression beneath the surface conventions of our so called "normal" behavior. This is the story of how Jeannie Morriss was taken by surprise at the powerful desires which were latent in her female mind.
What started out to be a fun-filled vacation of relaxation and leisure turns out to be a harrowing ordeal of violence and sex.
You will follow Jeannie and her friend Patty through a bizarre saga. You will meet their husbands who are powerless to interfere as their hapless wives are "worked over" by a dozen men.
You will meet "Bud," a daring and cruel risk-taker, who will stop at nothing to satiate his wanton lusts.
You will meet Curly, a six-foot five giant of a man, who plays a bizarre role in this strange tale.
You will watch as two hapless and helpless women are forced to the degrading depths of humiliation and despair by a group of sex-starved and lust-crazed men in this gripping new novel, The Hunted Wives.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jeannie Morris, young, blonde, and voluptuous, stepped into the small shower stall of the twin engine plane her husband had rented for their vacation, and slipped her tight-fitting sweater over the flawless, feminine tapering of her shoulders and perfect waist to reveal the fleecy whiteness of her brassiere, which was filled with the pert, proud melons of her milk-white, teenage breasts.
Yes, this vacation had turned out to be one of the most exciting times of her life. Jeannie and her husband Tom, had rented this airplane, and had asked their friends, Patty and Ron Fisher to join them on what promised to be an intriguing and memorable journey from Los Angeles to New Orleans.
Jeannie deftly unleashed the metal clasp holding her brassiere in place to reveal the ivory smoothness of her pink-tipped teenage breasts.
As she slipped her corduroy jeans over the lithe, long shapes of her sensuous legs, she thought about how exciting and breath-taking the trip had been so far. Yes, she had seen the breath-taking rising and setting of the sun, the flawless blue of the sky, the awe-inspiring peaks of snowcapped mountains. There was a certain peace and beauty to be felt as she sailed along high in the air, far above the noise and frenetic pace of the hurried, work-a-day world.
Jeannie turned to the full-length mirror to admire her blatantly womanish body. The only garment still covering her inviting soft form was the heart-shape cloth of her bikini panties which stretched over the smoothness of her flawless buttocks as though they were painted on.
Jeannie was not a braggart, but she knew enough to know that she possessed a gorgeous body.
Yes, from the silky tassels of her sunshine hair, to the blood-red richness of her moist lips, to the unblemished smoothness of her tight breasts, to the tiny hummock of her warm, feminine belly, to the inviting, secretive fissure of the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, to the supple curves of her cheeky buttocks, to the teenage beauty of her long, inviting legs, there were few girls to rival the native beauty of Jeannie Morriss.
Jeannie slowly peeled her bikini panties over the flaring femininity of her girlish thighs and turned on the warm, inviting spray of the shower. The water bounced in fluorescent beads over Jeannie's marble-like skin, heating her teenage body to a warm mellowness. She gently lathered her naked loveliness with generous bubbles of a subtly perfumed soap. She reached between the private moistness of her delicate thighs and cleansed the downy curls of her most private orifice. She felt a satisfied twinge of sexual sensation as she slowly rubbed the secretive fissure of her virginal-like vagina.
Patty Fisher, the dark and sensuous wife of Ron Fisher, lay wide awake on the uppermost bunk of the airplane's tiny sleeping provisions.
The stark, blue moonlight bounced through the window of the cabin and played softly upon the body of Patty, which was completely nude, except for the black, sheer covering of her thin, transparent nightgown.
If any male would have stumbled upon the unprotected form of this inviting, beautiful girl, he would have been overwhelmed with uncontrollable passion. Her chest slowly rose and fell with the sensuous cadence of her deep breathing, causing the red-capped, round orbs of her large and firm breasts to expand and contract beneath the see-through film of her nighty.
Yes, there was always something, primitive, wild and irresistible about a naked and beautiful woman clothed in a dark and transparent garment. Maybe it was the fact that her gorgeous form was completely displayed, yet still covered, or maybe the dark garment hinted at the secret mysteries lying dormant between her legs. Whatever the reason, the flawless nakedness of the brown-haired teenager illuminated by the sharp light of the moon was a picture of inviting arousal.
Unlike Jeannie, Patty's beauty was dark and pagan. Her hair was the deep and rich hue of chestnuts, and her skin was naturally tan, like a gypsy or romantic enchantress.
Patty's dark beauty was the kind which could drive men wild with frantic desire and passion. But desire and passion were the furthest thoughts from Patty's mind as she lay calmly on the bunk, reflecting upon the good times she had passed with her husband and her two friends. She closed her beautiful brown eyes and was lulled softly to sleep by the humming drone of the plane's twin engines.
* * *
"Gosh!" Tom Morriss said to Ron Fisher as both men gazed out the airplane's cockpit into the nebulous bank of clouds which completely obstructed their vision, "Can't see a thing!"
"Lucky you've got an automatic pilot and all that fancy stuff," Ron replied.
"Yep," Tom said. "We'd be gonners if it wasn't for all that electronic equipment."
"Well, nothing to worry about," Tom replied. "We'll just have to stick it out."
"Where we at, anyway?" Ron asked.
"About the center of Oklahoma," Tom replied.
Jeannie and Patty emerged from the cabin's small sleeping quarters. Both teenage beauties wore blue jeans and tight-fitting jerseys.
"How's everyone!" Jeannie asked as she stepped closer into the cockpit to examine the mysterious cloud bank the tiny ship had entered.
"Oh, everyone's fine honey!" Tom said to his voluptuous teenage wife. "Just a little foggy up here, that's all."
"Just the same," Jeannie said, "I'm going to check all of the parachutes."
Jeannie moved to a small closet which contained four nylon, orange parachutes and four emergency.
Jeannie slowly and meticulously checked each piece of equipment to make sure it was in full operation.
"What are you expecting ... bad luck?"
"Oh, you know how it is, Patty. Never hurts to be sure," said the blue-eyed, pretty teenager.
* * *
The day passed rather swiftly and the weird darkness of night descended upon the tiny airplane.
The foursome were amiably seated around a small poker table and were busily engaged in sipping a few beers and laughing.
No one heard the metallic clanking sound which was echoing ever so softly, and ever so deadly in the inner recesses of the left engine. The group retired at one o'clock each of them going into a sound sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Jeannie's eyes flashed wide open as the metallic, gurgling roar of the failing left engine cut the silence of the night like an insane banshee.
Tom quickly looked at his watch. "It's 2:30 A.M. We must be somewhere over Louisiana."
Ron swiftly woke up Patty.
"What is it? What's wrong!" the beautiful brunette asked.
"We're having engine trouble," Ron said to his wife, who was still dressed in her jersey and jeans because of the severe coldness of the air inside the plane.
"All right!" Tom said as he watched the engine pressure gauge chop like a shooting star. "Everyone get an emergency suit and parachute. It looks like we're going down!"
Everyone scrambled for the life-saving utility suits and the fluorescent orange parachutes.
Suddenly, everyone was dressed and ready, anxiously awaiting instructions from Tom.
"I'll try to send an s.o.s.," Tom said.
Before the brave youth could set his radio into operation, there was a deafening explosion and a tongue of flame licked its way around the cockpits' window.
"Can't make it to the radio! We'll use the flares when we get on the ground!"
The three nervously listened to Tom's instructions.
"O.K.," he said, "We'll jump in this order. Tom, Patty, Jeannie and me. Everyone here has jumped before, so there's no problem in pulling the cords or jumping. The only thing that's going to be a little different is the fact that I don't have any idea what's down there. Remember, if we get separated, use the flares and your emergency kit.
The fire exploded into the cabin and the last thing Jeannie remembered before she was flung out into the loneliness of the morning sky was the sight and sounds of the entire airplane coming completely apart.
As Jeannie pulled her rip cord and her chute fanned out above her like a giant mushroom, she was intensely terrified at the fact that some of the debris from the ill-fated airplane would come hurtling down upon her from the frightening darkness above!
As she floated to the earth, Jeannie could see absolutely nothing around her. It was like falling through a hole in the middle of the earth. She knew that sooner or later she would be coming into contact with solid ground and would be in considerable danger unless she had at least an idea of where the earth was.
Jeannie fumbled in the nylon zip-pocket of her utility vest and removed a small, but powerful beam flashlight. She flicked it on and yes ... there it was! The earth was moving closer and closer to her, and she just managed to tense her lithe young body into landing position in time! She quickly unbuttoned her parachute and let it blow away in the black stillness.
Suddenly, Jeannie heard the flutter of another parachute and aimed her flashlight directly above her to see the fan-like form of a chute and body heading straight for her.
"Watch out!" Jeannie screamed to the form above. "You're coming to earth, fast! Get ready to land.
The figure above came into swift contact with the earth and immediately unleashed the billowing parachute which threatened to pull the small human form off into the darkness, so powerful was the wind.
Jeannie shined her flashlight into the face of the figure; it was Patty.
Both girls looked anxiously at the sky and both of them trailed their flashlights across the dark expanse, but the floating forms of their husbands did not emerge from the blue-blackness above them.
"Where are Tom and Ron?" Patty almost whined. "Why aren't they with us? They jumped out when we did? Do you suppose something's happened?"
Jeannie tried to remain calm and reassuring in front of Patty, but secretly, she was more than a little scared.
"It's all right," Jeannie told Patty.
"An air current has just probably blown them away from us. Don't forget. They have flares. They'll try to signal us. Everything will be all right."
A preliminary scan of Jeannie's flashlight revealed that the two girls had landed in a hilly region. The underbrush was thick and dense, and there were no sounds of civilization, only the chirping of crickets and belching of frogs.
"We'll just have to stick it out," Jeannie said.
The two girls huddled close in the dark silence.
CHAPTER THREE
Ron and Tom had both descended from the chilly night sky simultaneously, but Ron was in serious difficulty; his parachute had been hurled by the wind into a tree and he was painfully wrapped against the hard, scratchy surface of the immobile trunk.
Tom, quick-thinking as usual, immediately reached into his utility jacket and cut the cords of his own parachute, then rushed over to the trapped and helpless form of Rom.
"Hold on!" Tom shouted. "Just hold on."
Acting calmly and accurately, Tom freed his partner from his painful trap as the parachute sailed high into the air.
Ron was cut rather severely where the parachute's ropes had sliced into his skin and Tom quickly removed a vial of antiseptic from his pocket and tended to his friend's wounds.
The two men huddled in the darkness and looked at the dim and obscure view before them.
"Those cloud banks are pretty low," Tom said. "I don't know if the flares will be visible. The cloud bank might make them worthless."
"First of all," Ron said, "We've got to make sure the girls are all right!"
"Yes, if we set off a flare, maybe they'll see it and maybe they'll know."
"Yeah, let's try it,"
"Tom replied as he reached into his utility jacket and removed the long, slender tube of the safety flare.
"Here goes!" Tom said as he struck the metallic cap of the flare against a small stone. He aimed the flare over his head, as if he was holding a roman candle.
The obstructing cloud bank completely negated the flare's effect. Instead of a long, brilliant trail which could be seen for miles, the life-saving light of the flare was swallowed by the amorphous clouds, and the result was a dull, general glow.
* * *
About five miles away, Jeannie looked up into the night sky, and mistook the flash of the flare for lightning!
"We'd better get under some cover," Patty said. "Looks like it's going to storm.
Another flash lit up the sky as the girls failed to realize that the "lightning" was their husbands' own desperate attempt to signal them.
* * *
"Nobody can tell where we're at!" Ron said. "Those flares are useless!"
"O.K., we've got to take it easy," Tom replied. "We've got to save our strength for tomorrow. Maybe it'll be clear by then."
"Yeah, let's get some sleep."
The two men removed their solar blankets and sleeping gear from their utility suits and settled down for an uncomfortable evening among the mysterious Louisiana hills.
* * *
"They're dead!" Patty screamed, breaking into hysterics. "I know it!"
Jeannie shook her friend violently by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to restore some sense to the young and pretty girl.
"No, Patty, take it easy! We don't know that! All we know is that they aren't with us! That's all! Just because they aren't here doesn't mean they're dead! Get hold of yourself!"
Patty dried the tears from her eyes and made a successful effort to control her sobs.
"O.K., I'll try," Patty smiled.
"That's better," Jeannie replied. "Now let's try to get some sleep."
"Yes, that seems like a good idea."
"O.K., now let's find some shelter and get some rest."
Within half an hour, the two girls were safe and fast asleep, beneath the shelter of some thick and protective bushes.
CHAPTER FOUR
The light was just breaking outside the little airport a few miles outside Louisiana.
But "D.W." Smith smiled with pride as he surveyed the sleek lines of his new plane.
Yes, the thing was a real beauty, big enough to hold ten people, and with enough power to cut through a tornado.
Bud chewed tightly on the end of his cigar stub, then spit rudely out of the side of his puffy lips. He unloosened his belt, then tightened it, tucking his flannel shirt snugly between his protruding beer belly and his hand made leather belt.
Yep! Was he in for a good time! He'd waited six months for this chance, and now he was going to take full and complete advantage of it!
But had made arrangements for him and eight of his friends (mostly laborers and farmers from the bucolic Louisiana countryside) to go on a "vacation." It had taken some convincing for each of the men to talk their wives into this, but a few extra cloths and a couple of mink coats had done the trick.
Yeah, boy! Were old Bud and his friends ever going to wup it up! Why, hell, they could land in any airport they wanted, go into town, have a few drinks, find some girls and ...
A huge, powerfully built man got out of his pick-up truck. The tall, blonde giant held a full beer can in his hand. He took the ring of the pull top between his teeth, guzzled the contents of the can in a twinkling of an eye, then smashed the can to a crumpled mass the size of a marble.
"Pretty early in the mornin' to be drinking, Curly," Bud said to the blonde giant.
"Hell, it's never too early," Curly said. "I'm lookin' forward to one hell of a sha-bang! Can't wait to get me some tail!"
"I know what you mean, Curly," Bud replied. "Hey, here comes the rest of the guys."
A formidable-looking pick-up truck containing seven rough and tumble-looking men and one burly driver laid a trail of dust as it peeled down the makeshift dirt road of the tiny airport.
There was a raucous exchange of lewd catcalls and obscene gestures as the men lumbered into the shiny new airplane.
Once inside the comfortable cabin, Curly went straight for the refrigerator and opened the door!
"Wow!" he shouted "Ol Bud's got enough brew here to get an army drunk!"
Yes, Bud had filled all the shelves of his six-foot refrigerator with cold, large cans of fresh beer.
There was a general clatter as each of the men removed a beer and began drinking as if there was no tomorrow.
"All right, boys!" Bud shouted. "Here we go!"
The powerful engine let out a rude roar as the airplane and its "out for kicks" passengers were lifted into the clear, morning sky.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, Ron! Wake up!" Tom shouted as he shook his sleeping partner.
"It's clear!" Ron replied as consciousness began to come to him.
"Yeah, at least we'll be able to see what we're doing," Tom said.
"Yeah, I'll get a map and a compass!" Tom said. "We should at least be able to figure out where we are."
The distant hum of an airplane engine caused both men to gaze expectantly up into the sky.
"Listen to that!" Tom said.
"Yeah, it's a plane!" Ron replied.
"Quick," Tom said. "Get a flare! They may be able to see it!"
Ron handed Tom a flare. Tom swiftly sent the life-saving brilliance of the magnesium into the twilight of the morning and the flare exploded as it should.
Unfortunately, Patty and Jeannie were still asleep, so they had no notice that their husbands were safe.
"Shit!" Curly said as he sat next to Bud in the cockpit. "You see that!"
"Yeah! A rescue flare!" Bud replied.
"Want to see what's up?" Curly asked.
"Hell, Curly I don't know," Bud replied. "I don't know if I want to go wasting my time playing hero."
"Well, you can never tell," Curly said. "It might be a couple of broads!"
A lewd grin of malevolent intensity formed on the bulbous face of Bud Smith.
Yeah, he thought to himself. What if it was a couple of chicks?
"Let's take a look," Bud said.
The plane loomed into view.
"I think they've spotted us!" Ron shouted.
"Shit! It's just a couple of guys!" Bud said. "I don't know if I want to waste my time."
"Not so fast," Curly said. "Those guys have probably seen the serial number of our plane. Hell, if we don't get them out of here, and someone else finally does, if they tell the Feds, we could all get fried."
"Yeah," Bud said. "That goddamn law! Well let's make it quick."
"I think there's a clearing over there," Curly replied. "Let's go down."
Bud rapidly maneuvered his plane into a dusty clearing and made a smooth landing.
Tom felt an instinctual aversion to the crude and rowdy looking bunch of men in the airplane. Somehow he didn't trust them; but at the moment, he had no choice. This ominous looking group of men was their only chance at saving their wives.
"We've lost our wives," Tom said. "They were with us when our plane went down. Do you think you could help us find them?"
Curly gave Bud a knowing wink.
"Be glad to, fella!" Bud said.
* * *
Unfortunately, the airplane sailed right over the girls, who were hidden by the bushes and were still in a sound sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
"At least it's clear," Jeannie said, as she turned to Patty.
"Yes, we should be able to get out of here all right. If we can just find someone to help us."
"Let's try a flare!" Jeannie suggested.
"Yes," Patty said urgently. "Someone has to see it!" Jeannie expertly launched the flare.
Unfortunately, Bud had flown his airplane completely out of range, so no one aboard saw the flare!
But two other men saw the flare.
Craig Simpson and Rick Peters had been backpacking in these Louisiana hills for several weeks. Both men had not seen a living soul for the entire time, let alone two lovely, lithe and absolutely gorgeous girls like Patty and Jeannie.
Both men were extremely horny.
Craig was tall, dark, and athletic, and in his mid-twenties. His wiry frame was attractive to women of all ages, and he knew it.
Rick was older, blonde, and slightly balding. His stout, powerful frame was rugged and hard from hours of working out and hiking.
Suddenly, Rick's beady blue eyes lighted on the helpless and tender forms of the two girls.
"Hey, Craig!" Rick said to Craig. "Am I dreaming or is that two broads sitting there."
"No," Craig said. "You ain't dreaming, unless I am, too."
"Let's take a look."
"Well, hello, ladies!" Craig said, as his eyes greedily roved over the voluptuous curves of Jeannie, showing through even the bilious folds of her utility suit.
"Yes," Jeannie said. "We need help. We were in an airplane with our husbands and the engine caught fire. We were forced to bail out. When we landed, our husbands weren't with us!"
"Well, well, well," Rick said. "You damsels are in a hell of a distress, aren't you."
Somehow, Jeannie did not like the nonchalant tone in Rick's voice, and she felt uncomfortable, because his eyes were steadily riveted to both of Jeannie's large, ripe tits.
"So, it looks like we've got to rescue you," Craig replied slowly. "But you know, ladies, before we guide you out of here and help you find your old men, how about a little fun first?"
A sudden realization of what this tall dark stranger was suggesting raced through Jeannie's mind.
A little "fun!" she thought to herself. Good God! What was this man suggesting? Did he want to violate her and Patty's unguarded bodies in exchange for the common decency that human beings should normally show each other?
"I think we'll find some other way out," Jeannie said.
"Hey, honey," Craig replied, suddenly becoming forceful and angry. "You and your pretty little friend here ain't got much choice!"
"Yes, we have!" Jeannie said, as she attempted to walk past Craig.
"Like hell you do!" Craig shouted as he grabbed the teenage wife and squeezed her tightly against his powerful masculine frame.
Craig felt his blue-veined cock stiffen into pole-like rigidity as the crotch of his pants pressed against the feminine, curvaceous swell of her cheeky left buttock.
Jeannie felt a shudder of true fear pulse through her lithe unprotected body as she felt Craig's cock spring to upraised stiffness even through the layers of clothes she was wearing.
"Let me go!" she demanded.
Craig, suddenly seeing a new method of "persuasion," released Jeannie.
"All right," Craig said, pointing to the bleak desolation in front of them. "Go ahead! You'll never find your husbands and you'll never find your way out of here again!"
Jeannie remained silent. Yes, this demanding and insistent stranger certainly had clout. He knew that she knew that the two men were, at the present time, her and Patty's only hope.
There was a moment of silence, then Jeannie's trembling voice spoke:
"All right, fellas. All right! Just a minute. Just give my friend and I a few seconds to talk this over!"
"Sure, girls, you can talk it over," Rick said. "Just right over there, and don't go anywhere."
Rick motioned for the two girls to meet each other about ten feet from where he and Craig were standing.
The two girls huddled close together and whispered fervently to each other.
"What are we going to do," Patty pleaded imploringly to her friend. "Do you know what they want us to do?"
"Yeah, they want to screw us!" Jeannie said.
The hardness of that word caused both girls to suddenly realize what possible fate awaited them.
"Now listen, Patty," Jeannie continued. "We really have no choice. This is a matter of life and death. We've got to give them what they want, or they're going to leave us here and we'll never see Tom and Ron again!"
"God!"
"Yes, but, it won't be like we mean it. We've just got to do what they want. We don't have to think any certain way. We've got to block it out of our minds. It's our only chance!"
"Yes," Patty said. "I knew you're right."
"And remember," Jeannie retorted. "Don't give them anything they don't ask for!"
The two girls turned to face the two men who were now walking slowly towards them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rick turned and smiled obscenely at Patty, a wild flash of animalish and forbidden lust racing across the unshaven features of his ruddy face.
"I'll go first," Patty said, as Rick stood above her, gloating down at her dark beauty like a cruel warden getting ready to torture his victim.
"O.K., honey," he said. "Let's see what you got under all those clothes!"
Patty slowly rose and stood before the burly form of this man who now had her utterly at his mercy.
"Naw, I ain't gonna take that shit offa ya! I got better things to do than be a costume mistress! You take 'em off yourself while me and my buddy watch. If you don't turn us on real good, well, we just might go out and leave you!"
Patty flashed Jeannie a look of resigned humiliation as she realized that her and her friends' safety depended in part on her own ability to sexually stimulate these two lust-boldened men!
"Get on with it, baby!" Rick snorted. "Give us a real good show!"
Patty tried to psyche herself up for what she had to do.
Rather quickly, she stepped out of her utility jacket, and now wore only her plaid blouse and tight-fitting corduroy pants.
"Wowie, baby! Yeah! Let's get on with it. Looks like you got quite a body underneath all that crap!"
Patty felt a twinge of degrading humiliation as she heard her proud young body being degradingly referred to by this total stranger! To think that her own husband was out there somewhere, and that she was helplessly at the slim mercy of this burly man!
But she had to please him! She had to! Summoning all her courage, Patty raised her long, shapely hands above her head, and sent a inviting undulation of sexual beckoning coursing through the slender and shapely form of her soft, young body. Yes, the wave of feminine allurement flowed with sensuous energy through the supple flesh of her melonish tits, through the tight muscles of her belly, and swirled through her deliciously formed ass and hips as Rick wondered what kind of a fuck this wondrous female specimen would give him.
Would she just lay there when he shoved his thick, wet throbbing immensity into the virginal warmth of her cunt, or would she cry, scream, and twist like a wild animal. He tried to imagine what it would be like to flick his hot, thick tongue into the pouting, fleshy recesses of her nakedly splayed twat and taste the pungent, musky scent of her love juices!
"Yes, this little broad was going to be one hell of a good screw!
"Come on!" Rick demanded impatiently. "Let's see some flesh!"
Jeannie felt true humiliation for her friend. This man was referring to Patty as though she were a piece of meat!
Rick's face lit up obscenely as he eyed the smooth tan skin peeking momentarily from behind Patty's blouse as she slowly unloosened the buttons.
"Ow, hurry it up, baby," Rick demanded. "Hurry it up!"
Before Patty had time to think, Rick reached out with his pudgy hands, and with one lustful, savage motion ripped the hapless brunette's shirt from the ripe round swells of her breasts, shamelessly exposing the fleecy whiteness of her brassiere, a brassiere filled with the rich, warm flesh of her teenage breasts!
Rick felt a ravenous passion burn through his two pronged cock and he knew that he had to have a piece of this ripe young teenager's ass!
Slowly the burly Rick walked over to the nervous and trembling figure of Patty.
"You just stay right there, honey, ol Rick's gonna give you a real good time!"
Before Patty realized what had happened Rick had knelt before her, and had a strong, bear-like hold on the jean-clad swells of her cheeky buttocks and was savagely and shamefully tonguing the hollow crater of her flagrantly exposed navel!
Patty glanced down and caught a glimpse of Rick's thick, hot tongue as it darted in and out of her belly's tiny hummock like a vicious snake. A rivulet of saliva trailed down the tight curve of her stomach and moistened the still-hidden curls of her dark and downy pubic vee.
Patty felt Rick's thick pudgy fingers greedily hugging the fleshy, deep cleft of her feminine buttocks and she heard the burly man's breathing become deep and rhythmic as his nostrils began to flare violently.
Slowly, Rick nudged his tongue to the fleecy whiteness of Patty's brassiere and pried underneath it, burrowing into the flesh, hot skin of her delicately orbed tits.
The huge, dark-tipped melon of Patty's right tit plopped luridly from beneath the snowy whiteness of her brassiere and was suddenly exposed in all its glorious nakedness for everyone to see.
Rick's wet and hot mouth went immediately for the dark, blood-red puckered cap of Patty's nakedly displayed breast and he sucked voraciously on the full, melonish form.
A long, gasping trail of hissing breath steamed from the lungs of the pretty teenager, and, for a brief moment, Jeannie thought she discerned a look of lewd pleasure on the face of her teenage, married friend.
No, she's got to be putting on an act, Jeannie told herself. We both agreed that's what we'd have to do in order to save our lives. She's simply doing it, that's all.
Or is she?
Jeannie was suddenly forced to question her original assumption when she observed Patty perform an act of inviting lewdness which absolutely shocked her:
As Rick was fervently sucking Patty's large ripe tit in an animalish frenzy, Patty reached behind the smooth expanse of her shoulders, and unclasped the metallic clip of her brassiere letting the fleecy garment fall heedlessly to the ground.
But that wasn't all! As the maroon-capped peak of Patty's second tit was exposed, Patty took her hot, blood-veined breast in her left hand and literally crushed its immense flesh against Rick's ruddy face!
"Ohh!" she moaned as she forced her near-naked body closer and closer to Rick.
What is she doing? Jeannie asked herself?! thought we weren't going to give them anymore than they asked for!
Suddenly, Patty began to run her fingers through Rick's short, close-cropped hair. Then she took her left breast and tried to stuff it into Rick's mouth, trying to get him to lick and suck on both of her gorgeous tits at once!
Jeannie was becoming very uneasy. For one thing was certain; the more Patty "put out" for Rick, the more Craig would expect from her when her "turn" came up!
Rick's fingers were pawing greedily at the skin-tight garment of Patty's jeans, and he finally located the round, silver button holding her pants up, and pushed it through its tiny button-hole.
Patty heard the metallic teeth of her jeans zipper chatter as Rick pulled her jeans over the flaring femininity of her girlish hips and thighs, and finally down her long, tapering legs.
The only thing separating the voluptuous dark teenager from total nudity was her milk-white panties, outlined in stark relief against the tan and velvet-like texture of her skin.
Jeannie tried to catch her friend's gaze, to try to communicate with her, to try and get her to slow down, but for some reason, Patty was deliberately avoiding Jeannie's gaze!
Slowly, Rick worked his way to Patty's smooth, flawless back and hotly drove his wet tongue along the perfectly formed line of her spine. He could feel the almost-nude teenager's body tensing and flexing as the sensitive nerves in her pubescent young flesh began to react to his ravishing lingual assaults.
Rick's tongue came to rest on the elastic waistband of Patty's underwear, and he pushed his snake-like member burrowingly into the fleshy cleft of her asscheeks. His animalish nostrils flared with stark depravity as he slowly worked her panties down the flaring swells of her naked, feminine loins.
Patty's fleshy buttocks wiggled shamefully as Rick's wicked thickness invaded the deep valley of her own bottom's secret cleavage.
As Rick took the flimsy garment of Patty's underwear between his teeth to finally divest the hapless teenager of all clothing, he reached for his belt buckle and swiftly began working his pants and boxer shorts over his stout and powerfully built legs.
Jeannie caught a sudden and eye-opening glimpse of Rick's fast-hardening stiffness as it dangled ominously between his hairy, blotched legs and winced as she stared intensely at the bluish veins bulging in stark relief against its ruddy hue.
Suddenly, the dark, alluring teenager was completely and starkly naked!
Rick slowly worked his way to the front of Patty's dark and fleecy hair-fringed fissure and his nostrils flared as the pungent scent from her forbidden teenager pussy trailed up his nasal passages and filled his dim brain with depraved and wanton arousal.
Digging his strong fingers tightly into the luscious, nude flesh of Patty's hip handles, the burly man forced the hapless girl to the ground. As Patty lay panting like a wounded animal, Rick slipped his turtleneck tee shirt over his broad shoulders to reveal the hairy and matted expanse of his chest.
Jeannie watched the aroused brute stretch out beside her beautiful and naked friend, and Jeannie shuttered as Rick's pudgy, stiffened middle finger rudely poked its obscene way into the unguarded cuntal walls of her friend.
Why wasn't Patty putting up more of a struggle? Jeannie asked herself as she watched her friend's long, tan, tapering legs open wide to reveal the ragged, pouting folds of her forbidden orifice. It had to be that Jeannie was afraid to resist this man, for fear that he would cause her some bodily harm. Yes, that had to be it, Jeannie told herself. Patty was merely protecting Jeannie and herself.
"Ya got a nice tight box, baby!" Rick whispered hotly into Patty's delicate ear. "Yeah! Real nice."
Patty suddenly felt a true ripple of wanton arousal shoot through her shamefully naked body.
Yes, Patty was afraid that this would happen! From the moment she felt Rick's wet hot tongue lasciviously licking the shallow dot of her navel, she had been conscious of a strange tingling deep in the bowels of her married belly ... the unmistakable, irrepressible tingling of animalish arousal!
As Rick's spearing finger burrowed into the heated, liquid walls of Patty's exquisite cuntal flesh, she suddenly hissed a long, whimpering breath, a breath of agonizing desire!
"Ya like that, honey!"
Patty suddenly gazed directly into the amazed and confounded eyes of Jeannie. There was a look of guilt and shame in the pretty brunette's brown eyes as the naked nerves sizzling deep in the blood-filled walls of her finger-filled cunt gradually began to betray her.
Patty quickly tossed her head in the opposite direction of Jeannie.
"Ung!" Patty mewled gutturally as Rick's gigantic stiffened digit reached the outermost linings of her rubbery twat flesh, and banged relentlessly against the tight grip of her vaginal muscles.
Rick slid his finger hotly back, then slammed it forward again, causing the voluptuous teenager's buttocks to visibly quake with the pagan vibrations of inexorable desire!
Rick suddenly shifted his position so that he was afforded complete and unguarded access to Patty's nakedly displayed tits. He began to suck her dark orbs with the untrammeled voracity of a wild beast!
He felt the young, powerful muscles of Patty's cunt tremble and shiver, and then clamp greedily around the entire length and width of his invading middle digit.
"He looked up and in a raspy, triumphant voice said, "That's it, baby, now you're coming around!"
Patty next performed an act so wanton and shameful, that it would be forever etched on the virginal memory of Jeannie:
Patty savagely and swiftly grabbed hold of Rick's hand and drove its cunt-buried, finger blurringly in and out of her lewdly displayed pussy like a piston jammed in high gear!
Again and again the shivering nude wife thrust Rick's searing digit into the private walls of her cunt, the heated breath of arousal steaming from her moist and trembling lips!
Deeper! Deeper! she whispered into his ear as her pink tongue licked it savagely and flicked uncontrollably in the air!
There was a distinctive, liquid slurping sound as Patty's sizzling cuntal juices began to flow and ooze luridly from the dark hole of her shamefully displayed crotch!
Jeannie was both amazed and shocked by the wild and savage actions of her friend, and she secretly vowed that she would never let any man reduce her to such an act of uncontrolled and shameful humiliation.
As Rick knelt over Patty on all fours, and, as she continued to drive his cock-stiff finger into her with one hand, she reached down with her free hand and lasciviously began to stroke and fondle the burly man's sperm-laden balls, squeezing the hot and spongy flesh between her tiny and delicate fingers.
Slowly, the gorgeous girl's fingers came to rest on Rick's blue-veined prick and the tips of her nimble and eager fingers traced the huge and protruding outlines of its bulging and popping flesh, from the mushroomed-shaped cap of its spongy head, to the protruding and turgid thickness of its base which blended into the dense and matted hairs of the ruddy backpacker's pubis.
There was a guttural moan of arousal and lewd approval from Patty as she felt the inflamed heat from Rick's cock flow swiftly through the open and anxious pores of her skin and send a message of insatiable demand to the pouting lips of her inflamed pussy ...
... she had to have his cock in her!
Jeannie watched in utter disbelief as Patty encircled both of her lovely, tapering legs around the thick waist of Rick, and forced his huge body tightly against her soft girlishness so that his turgid, bluish stiffness was pushed-flush against her nude belly and his orbs of bloated balls were crushed against the triangular matt of her fleecy pubic vee.
She wiggled frantically against Rick's massive body, using her arms to pull her lithe and slender body from the ground, and as she shifted her weight, she finally succeeded in maneuvering both of their naked, close bodies so that she was seated atop the burly Rick and he was below her!
"So that's the way you want it, eh, honey!" Rick chortled lewdly. "You want to ride me? Well I'll give you a ride you won't soon forget!"
Rick reached between Patty's exquisite, moist thighs, spreading them painfully apart and marveled at the delicate, light patches of velvet-like redness on the innermost recesses of Patty's voluptuous and irresistible legs.
As he continued to open her powerful, lovely legs, he gave a triumphant smile of lewd expectancy as he saw the ample and dark, ragged, blood-surging folds of her impeccably formed pussy plot invitingly from the musky darkness of her nudely proffered pubis.
Rick took his meaty, now fully stiff and immense erection and held it perpendicular to his body. Patty raised her delicious and deeply-clefted buttocks off of his lap and suddenly, the throbbing thickness of Rick's blue-veined hardness was seated ominously at the entrance to Patty's most secretive orifice ... the fleshy lips of her own cunt!
Slowly, Patty lowered her pelvis and the fleshy, penetrating head of Rick's turgid stiffness burrowed into the dark, juicy hole of her teenage cunt!
The naked wife's eyes snapped shut as the sizzling tip of Rick's upraised immensity came into close contact with the hungry and clasping walls of her vernal, hair-fringed fissure.
Jeannie looked, almost in naive curiosity, as Rick's steel-hard stiffness slithered into the clasping nether depths of her friend's ripe vagina.
Rick reached behind Patty and dug into the moist, dark rind of her nude asscheeks. Patty felt the cold, morning air blow over the puckered ring of her shamefully exposed anus, but that didn't seem to bother her, all she was interested in was the tunneling, forbidden heat welling up in her adulterous and married loins like a nuclear reaction!
Suddenly, Patty felt Rick's pole-like stiffness against the heated walls of cuntal flesh and her buttocks trembled in agonizing desire as she felt a sure and cock-full passion rage deep within her being.
She placed both of her tiny hands atop Rick's massive chest, and slowly raised her quivering thighs high in the air, the billowy folds of her pussy being exquisitely drawn out as they quiveringly encircled Rick's throbbing erection, then slammed her cunt down hard atop Rick's naked pelvis.
Again and again the pretty teenager slapped her sweating body against the upraised stiffness of Rick, and as Patty would bear down on him, he would clench his buttocks tightly together and ram his turgid, adulterous shaft even deeper into the ravished hole of her married cunt.
Jeannie watched in dumbfoundment as Patty ground her crotch savagely against Rick's on the down stroke, mingling her dark pubic hairs closely with the tufted matts of Rick's hairy balls. It was as though the pretty teenager was trying to drive every inch of the rugged backpacker's cock deep into her bowels!
There was a lewd, thumping rhythm created by the frantic meshing of the two nude and sweating bodies, and beads of moisture rolled from Patty's pretty forehead and disappeared into the curly swirls of Rick's huge chest.
"Un! Ah! Un! Ah!" Patty moaned as the air was banged from her lungs by the relentless and frenetic humping of Rick.
The teenager's heated pelvis became a wild blur as she screamed out the agonizing throes of her own exploding orgasm.
Jeannie could not believe the look of intense satisfaction and pleasure on her friend's face, and she knew that Patty's performance had not been an act!
As Patty collapsed in a heap across the expansive chest of Rick, Jeannie suddenly became aware of deep and masculine breathing behind her.
"Come on, honey!" Craig said. "I'm ready for some wild fuckin', cause watchin' your friend shake her ass has got me good and horny!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeannie tried to run, but she stumbled, and Craig was on her in a second, like a panther getting ready for the kill.
"Now, honey," he grinned. "You don't want to go try and run away like that! After all, you might get real lost and then, no one would find you!
The tears welled up in the blond's pretty blue eyes as she was utterly at the mercy of this swarthy youth.
Craig pressed his face close against the soft girlishness of Jeannie's pretty features and hotly snaked his long, hot tongue down her throat.
Jeannie recoiled in repulsion at the thought of this stranger so rudely frenching her.
But what was she to do? There was not a chance in hell that she could escape him! If she didn't give him what he wanted, then he would surely abandon her to the terrifying wilds of this hilly countryside!
Jeannie tried to summon up the courage to go through with what she was faced with. She told herself that she would put on a good act for her own self preservation, but nothing would ever make her behave in such an outlandish and shameful manner as Patty did!
Suddenly Craig's hand pawed maulingly at her utility suit and unzipped the nylon garment, exposing her jeans and flannel shirt.
"Come on, honey, let's have a look at those big tits!" Craig chortled lewdly.
"Please, no!" Jeannie protested. "Please!"
Jeannie's protestations were useless; Craig had already began to unbutton her shirt and the silky blackness of her bra was peaking shamefully through the slit in her shirt.
In one swift tug, Craig freed the blonde beauty from her shirt and tossed it to the ground.
Craig had to stand back in utter amazement as he gazed at Jeannie's flawless, milk-white flesh. There was something wickedly appealing about that ivory-smooth flesh set off in stark relief against the silky darkness of her brassiere and Craig felt his dick bulge as the thought of fucking this gorgeous blonde to screaming orgasm raced through his mind.
Craig's hand rudely mauled the warm heat of Jeannie's fully exposed belly and his stiff fingers snaked lewdly beneath her tight jeans and pinched frantically at her glistening, hidden tufts of silky pubic hair.
"Please, please! Leave my pussy alone!" Jeannie uselessly protested.
"Not a chance, honey," Craig said as his nostrils flared at the thought of getting a forbidden glimpse of Jeannie's forbidden cunt.
He pulled savagely and wickedly at her jeans, forcing them to the ground and revealing every inch of Jeannie's long, exquisite, tapering thighs and milk-white legs.
"Now! Let's see what's so special about that little twat of yours!" he roared as he lewdly humiliated the trembling wife by clawing her panties and brassiere off of her in one deft, strong move.
"Wowie!" Craig bellowed in obscene anticipation as he greedily eyed the tender, nude body of the nakedly splayed teenager.
Her long, light hair trailed delectably over the graceful slopes of her perfect shoulders and the alabaster orbs of her pink-tipped tits stood high, pert and proud in front of her, while her feminine swells and curves merged into the seductive graciousness of her wasp-waist and the blatant, flaring femininity of her thighs and hips. Craig could barely see the pouting pink lips of her pussy-flesh hiding behind the fleecy tuft of her pubic vee.
Once again, Jeannie began to run, and she had a better start this time.
She was about ten feet ahead of Craig. The beautiful, naked girl fled through the brush like a primal animal being stalked by an overpowering and merciless hunter. Craig knew he had her at his utter mercy, and that he could catch her anytime. But there was something intensely stimulating about this cat and mouse game, and he felt a wicked passion pound in his sperm laden balls as he watched all of the firm, supple muscles in the lithe teenager's body tense and strain as she attempted her hopeless escape. He salaciously eyed her tight, round buttocks, the fleshy, white cheeks bouncing and jiggling as the frantic girl tried desperately to put some distance between herself and her adamant pursuer.
He watched the sweat stream down her smooth, ivory-like back and the blonde halo of her hair dance wildly about her head.
In one strong, firm leap, Craig bounded upon the hunted girl like a panther!
He didn't even give her time to think or protest, but grabbed her by her thighs and raised her before him, like a pig speared on a pike as she whimpered at the overwhelming shock of her sudden and unexpected capture.
He twisted and revolved her sweating, nude body so that the hair-fringed fissure of her teenage pussy was flush against his snorting face and her full ripe thighs were jack-knifed over his broad shoulders.
"No! No!" Jeannie pleaded.
Both of Craig's hands burrowed into the deep cleft of Jeannie's ass as his tongue voraciously worked the hairless moist folds of her pouting labia.
"God! What are you doing?" Jeannie felt Craig's hot, relentless breath steaming between the sensitive, nerve-laden flesh of her forbidden orifice and her entire naked body trembled as the thick, wet surface of his wildly flapping tongue wiggled its frenetic way into ...
... the sizzling cleft of her married twat!
Never in her entire life had Jeannie dreamed that she would end up in such a wanton situation of shame and despair ...
... having her private pussy savagely tongues by a total stranger!
Craig sniffed the forbidden scent of her married pussy and his nostrils flared violently in an effort to suck every delicious whiff of her pungent, feminine musk into his heated olfactory nerves.
The trembling of Jeannie's thighs around the sides of his head and ears filled his studly body with a wild and insane desire to fuck the daylights out of Jeannie!
She struggled valiantly to get free; but her resistance was absolutely useless. Craig had her strapped around his face as tight and immovable as a straight jacket!
The incessant, lingual lavings were driving her insane!
She knew that she was being forced to suffer this incredible humiliation and despair, but there was one other fact which welled up in her mind and began to bother her: she could not stop this overwhelming and constant stimulation to the most sensitive and nerve-naked area of her body! The raw, physical fact was insurmountable. Craig was assailing her sexual organs with an overpowering crescendo of sensation. It was a fact of science that all stimulation delivered to the body was registered in the brain.
How long could she hold out before her body began to clamor for control, before the ancient impulses of nature begged for release?
Suddenly, in complete surprise to Jeannie, a low, throaty moan issued from her lungs and she hissed an unmistakable whimper of ...
... AROUSAL!
No! she screamed mentally to herself. I'm not like Patty! No man can make me act like that!
Then a bizarre thing happened ...
Jeannie felt the strong, lithe muscles in her long, tapering legs convulse involuntarily around Craig's face as if she were trying to force his tongue even deeper into her pussy!
And then ...
Craig's hotly darting tongue lashed home on the most vulnerable and sensitive organ in the naked teenager's body ...
... the nerve-packed bud of her glistening clitoris!
"Ahhhhhhh! You've found my clit!" Jeannie moaned in astonishment.
Jeannie felt her eyes roll back in her head as she gritted her teeth and struggled to suppress the scream of heated passion bubbling up in her steaming lungs like the primitive power of an exploding geyser!
Could this be really happening? Could her body actually be responding to the savage, sexual bombardment of a total stranger? What was wrong with her? Was she crazy? Immoral? Wicked?
No, Jeannie's body was simply responding to the oldest dance in the history of man ...
... the irresistible dance of pure, undaunted sex!
Jeannie felt an oozing wetness flow from the pink fissure of her hairless cleft, and a pulsing, agonizing desire began to rage uncontrollably in her adulterous, married cunt.
Craig increased his lingual attack on the naked wife's unguarded clitoris and tantalizingly worked the tiny, raw-nerved tendril of sexual energy between a crack in his teeth!
"Aw! God!" Jeannie said.
Craig felt a triumphant surge of power swill into his powerful and masculine loins. For Craig was not like Rick. Rick would fuck anything, but Craig liked to dominate his feminine prey; he took extreme pleasure in turning each of his female conquests into jiggling mass of molten flesh!
And the hapless girl with her milk-white thighs now wrapped tightly around his neck would be no exception!
Jeannie tried to convince herself that the myriad of painful and pleasurable sensations racing through her dizzied brain were just a "put on" that she was "acting" the entire thing ...
... but she would never convince her body that the gradually increasing rhythm undulating through her hips and pelvis was an act!
Wasn't there something wicked, forbidden, and intensely exciting about being practically raped by a total stranger?
Jeannie tried to erase this obscene and lewd thought from her mind, but it came back to haunt her, and the more she thought about it, the more inflamed and boiling her tongue-filled cunt became!
The sweat was rolling down the pearl-smooth expanse of her back, rolling down the shamefully exposed crack of her ass and finally mingling with the balm-like flow of her own cuntal juices which were smeared flagrantly over Craig's entire face as the hapless wife, suddenly caught in the passionate throes of her own unexplored desires fervently began grinding the insides of her hot, wet legs against Craig's lips and mouth.
Then Jeannie performed an act of arousal so wanton that it amazed even Craig ...
... She unwrapped her beautiful white legs from around Craig's swarthy neck, in a wicked attempt to fully expose her cuntal flesh to the delicious lavings of his tongue! As the voluptuous, naked wife clamped her legs ever the more tightly around Craig's neck, the pressure was so great that the fleshy cleft of her ass was pulled painfully apart and the puckered ring of her anus exposed!
Craig felt the delicious, nude swells of Jeannie's breasts crushing against him, and he had to feel that warm, blood-filled flesh against his chest ... he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the ground.
Jeannie felt Craig's swirling, thick chest-hairs grind wildly into the tender tips of her blue-veined nipples, and somehow the steel-wool sensation sent a ripple of animalish frenzy racing through her writhing body!
Craig opened his eyes and caught a close-up glimpse of Jeannie's pink cuntal flesh and sparse pubic hairs less than an inch from his amazed eyes! His view was so close that he could almost see the blood flowing behind the most secretive and hidden skin on this voluptuous wife's body. Her flesh was so closely crowded around his face and nose that he felt an intense and delightful heat being generated by the hapless girl's throbbing, tongue-lashed pussy!
Her naked buttocks were quaking in throbbing ecstasy as Craig increased his savage and delicious lingual assault on her cunt.
Jeannie was rapidly losing control of her reasoning powers, and the dark, rampant demon of unbridled sex was rising relentlessly to the fore to dominate the ravished girl.
Jeannie's mind was rapidly being drained of all memories, all moral strictures, and soon the only thing she could concentrate on was the warm, wet, deep, and delightful shaft of Craig's tongue wriggling deep into her pussy!
My God! His tongue's so long! she said to herself. It's so thick and deep in me, it feels like a cock! God! It feels like it's in my belly! Good God! What's wrong with me! But I, I ... can't help it! Oh, Jesus Christ! It FEELS SO GOOD!
Jeannie was fast discovering a side of her, that, up until now, she didn't even know existed. It was a dark and powerful side of her, and the thought of seeing her repressed sexual hunger at its full peak, scared the hell out of her!
She squeezed her lithe, supple legs around Craig's neck with the full tensile strength of a boa constrictor and hissed a savage demand of lust through her flaring nostrils ... the inexorable demand for an orgasm!
Yes! Yes! That was suddenly all that mattered to her now! She had to CUM! She had to feel every pore of her being shake and quiver with the ultimate release, the agonizing, electric shivers of a climax!
Yes, from this moment on, every muscle, every fiber of her being would work towards bringing her cunt to the ultimate sensation of this wild and wicked act of cunnilingus!
Jeannie was working like a wild animal now. She had wrapped her arms around Craig's back so that she could freely grind the liquid heating of her steaming twat against Craig's deep-skewering and frenetic tongue.
She pushed her head so that her face was flush against the washer-board-like corrugated muscles of Craig's hairy stomach.
Suddenly, an insane and wicked thrill shot through the viciously twisting body of the hapless Jeannie as she felt the tight muscles in Craig's abdomen contracting and expanding and sniff the powerfully masculine scent of his sweat as it rolled off his expansive chest!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned as she opened her hot, wet mouth and began encircling Craig's stomach with her wildly flailing tongue!
Her teeth gnashed! Her eyes rolled! Her thighs quaked.
"Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh!" she screamed.
And then ...
... a powerfully agonizing surge of atomic sensation sizzled across the raw bud of her pearly clitoris and seemed to arc over her body like electricity sparking from an overworked dynamo!
"Haaaaaaaaaaaa! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She hissed as her tightly-tensed pelvis became a heated, blurred machine of adulterous passion and ...
The hapless wife was completely engulfed by the seismic, rampant quakings of her own savage and wicked orgasm!
Craig held tightly onto the wild girl's buttocks, his steel-strong fingers grinding powerfully into the soft, sensuous flesh of her ass, lest her savage bucking and writhing should knock him to the ground.
Craig opened his eyes and he was sure that he could see the ripe, pinkness of her twat opening and closing like it was screaming in the deliciously agonizing throes of its own nerve-shattering sensations!
When it was finally over, when the amazed Jeannie had milked every ounce of her lust from the hair-fringed fissure of her married cunt, she dangled loosely from Craig's neck, like a limp flower.
Slowly, Craig eased the rapidly panting girl into a bed of soft pine needles and she lay helpless at his feet, her eyes staring wide into his.
"Hope you get real good and rested, honey," Craig snorted. "Cause I got a long stiff cock in my pants and I aim to shoot my cum all over you!"
CHAPTER NINE
It didn't take Jeannie long to snap back to reality. My God! What have I done? she screamed mentally. Why did I let that happen? What would I do if my husband ever found out?
She felt completely ashamed, humiliated and obscene. She had let a complete stranger completely break down her defenses, reduced her to nothing more than a whore!
But then and there, she vowed it would never happen again. Never again would she let any man take her off her guard!
But what about now, right now?
This young stud still had not spent his lusts on her and now it was a fact that he was going to do so now!
She knew that she couldn't escape, that was a certain fact. But she would do from now on only what she had to do. Never again would she lose control of herself!
Craig quickly slipped his jeans off, then his tight-fitting jockey shorts.
Jeannie's eyes opened wide in amazement as he stared at the gigantic, long, blood-gorged pole of Craig's meaty erection.
His prick was huge!
It was a deep, dark red color and the rings of muscle lining it stood out in stark relief on its thick, lengthy pole. The wrinkled sacs of his sperm-bloated testicles dangled menacingly between his strong, wiry legs.
Craig's body was in perfect condition; it was the kind that men secretly envied and women lusted after.
Craig knelt down beside Jeannie.
"Turn over on your stomach!" he commanded.
Jeannie knew better than to defy him at this point.
As Jeannie shifted her weight, she caught a glimpse of Patty and Rick through the bushes:
The huge, burly Rick was standing up. Patty was kneeling in front of him and ... yes! Jeannie's eyes were not playing tricks on her ... Patty had the full immensity of Rick's cock down her mouth!
Oh my God! Jeannie said to herself. Now she's sucking him off!
Before Jeannie could think further, she felt something hot, thick, and extremely long bumping rudely between the deep, fleshy cleft of her anus: yes Craig had laid his penis in the valley of her ass!
He sat atop her ass, his legs straddling either side of her bottom. Jeannie strained her neck around to catch a glimpse of him. Yes, there he was, with a lewd smile on his face as he took a mound of her ass-flesh in each of his hands and pressed it against her ass as though he was kneading bread.
"Boy, your little ass is sweet!" he chortled as he caught a glimpse of her face.
The heat from his prick was maddening as it burned the tender flesh lining the sides of her butt.
Craig stopped his obscene actions and said:
"Hey, damnit! I got a better idea!" Craig said.
He jumped off of the beautifully naked wife and rolled her over on her back, and was suddenly straddling her crotch, his long dick pointing in a straight line from the base of her fleecy pubic hairs to the tiny dot of her navel. He took his hand and ground his dick into her belly, all the time inching his way towards ...
The spongy head of his lust-stiff prick was resting ominously beneath the round, proud swells of her pink-capped tits and Jeannie gazed down, almost in curiosity, to gaze at the purplish head of his rock-hard immensity!
The tiny mouth in the end of his awesome penis seemed to be smiling a lewd, vertical smile.
Craig shifted his weight, and, in an instant, had slipped his turgid stiffness between the ivory smoothness of her fully hewn tits.
"Now," he said. "I'm gonna titty-fuck you until your eyes pop out!"
With that, he gave a cruel thrust of his cock and, with each of his strong hands, took a huge, fleshy mound of her tit-flesh, smothered the purplish immensity of his steel-hard stiffness in the exquisite flesh of the blonde wife's breasts!
"Oh! It stings!" Jeannie blurted out as the searing heat from Craig's meaty, man-sized erection poured into the sensitive pores of her nudely exposed skin.
He sadistically crushed both of her delicate nipples against each other, which caused tears of true pain to well up in the pretty blonde's eyes.
Craig's buttocks began to clench powerfully together as he developed an insistent, humping rhythm as his prick-stiff erection slid in and out of Jeannie's tits.
"Man!" Craig said. "Feels just like a pussy in there! Nice and tight!"
Jeannie felt ashamed and humiliated like she was a piece of meat laid out for inspection.
Jeannie's eyes were focused in wonder on the meaty head of his prick as it slithered hotly in and out of her breasts' ample cleavage.
She could feel his pubic hairs scratch painfully against her delicate skin and she could almost swear that she could actually feel the semen boiling in his steaming testicles!
Unexpectedly, the lewd mound of his bloated cock-head brushed against the tender moistness of her blood-red lips!
Jeannie was shocked beyond words as she tasted a strong, pungent fragrance on her lips ...
... Yes, an oozing trace of tell-tale semen had found its way into her mouth!
Suddenly, Craig's cock slithered back between the womb-like heat of her breasts.
Craig was riding her tits wildly now as the ticklish swirl of semen began to gurgle in his balls.
Jeannie was unaware of it, but the more rapidly Craig titty-fucked her, the more rapidly her legs scissored in lewd rhythm to his violent pelvic thrusts!
Suddenly, from deep within the slumbering, repressed shadows of her unconscious sexuality, came a taunting and wicked thought:
I wonder what it would be like to take that big cock in my mouth and suck on it until it slid down my throat?
Before Jeannie had time to respond to this surprising and sudden question, a shower of moist, slippery, sloshing cum spurted onto her pretty face as Craig's dick-head erupted like an exploding volcano, filling the deep space between her tits with his molten white heat as his bloated balls emptied what seemed like bucketfuls of creamy, thick sperm onto the lithe blonde's upper body.
Then, Jeannie did a thing that both surprised and shocked her ... she actually shot her tongue out and licked a gob of jism off of her lips!
* * *
Two hours had passed since the two wives had engaged in their sexual antics with these two total strangers. It was now late afternoon. The two men had fallen asleep and the girls had gotten dressed.
Jeannie and Patty were still prisoners, even though the men were asleep. For Patty and Jeannie would have to wait until the men woke up to see if they would keep their half of the bargain and lead the two girls to safety.
CHAPTER TEN
The two sleeping men were suddenly stirred from their slumber of satiation by the deafening and rude roar of an airplane circling overhead.
"What the hell?" Craig said.
"Damn!" Rick yelled. "Where'd that bird come from?"
"Hell if I know," Craig said. "But, whoever they are, they've spotted us!"
Suddenly the plane dove extremely low and disappeared behind a clump of trees.
"Well, anyway, they're landing!" Craig yelled.
"What if it's the Feds?" Rick questioned.
"This area is restricted by the army! Ain't no one supposed to be here in the first place. They'll ask all sorts of questions. What if those broads shoot their mouths off?"
"Let's beat it!" Craig said.
Within seconds, the two men had grabbed their backpacks and vanished.
There was the sound of a heavy door slamming and the loud and raucous shouts of men.
"They gotta be over here!" a raspy voice shouted.
"Patty!" Jeannie shouted as she gave her friend a sharp nudge. "What are we waiting for! Help's here!"
The two girls suddenly began laughing and sobbing in a frenetic crescendo of relief. Yes, they would soon be safe! They were going to be rescued! Soon they would be protected and warm! And then they could look for their husbands!
"We're here! Over here!" Jeannie shouted with jubilation in the direction of the male voices.
"Please! Please!" Patty said. "Help!"
The first glimpse that Jeannie saw of Bud was his eyes, dark malevolent eyes peering through the brush, eyes that glared at her like some savage animal!
"My God! What's that?" she said to Patty as she saw Bud's eyes almost glowing with a strange, pagan ferocity from behind the thicket.
Bud stepped into view.
"Well, hello, ladies!" he said. "I'm your savior!"
Jeannie did not like the low, guttural laugh which seemed to issue forth from deep in the burly man's chest.
"You honies look real, real lost to me!" he chortled.
Jeannie also did not like his mock-sympathy and the lewd, half-grin which remained plastered on his face like the neurotic smile of a ghoul.
Suddenly, the ominous form of Curly loomed behind Bud. Patty and Jeannie both gasped as they saw the powerfully built giant lumber into view. His eyes were instantly riveted on the fine and fair form of Jeannie and she could feel his bestial presence like the scorching radiation from a heat wave.
"Will you please take us to safety?" Jeannie pleaded with Bud.
"Sure, we will, cutie," he said. "Just follow me." The girls followed Bud and Curly through a massive underbrush of thicket, and soon they came to the clearing where Bud had landed his plane.
Jeannie and Patty yelled for joy when they saw their husband's faces pressed against the tiny windows of the plane.
"Tom!" Jeannie shouted as she ran toward the open door of the airplane, Patty following closely behind her.
The two girls ran up the launch steps and saw their husbands who were exhausted and weak, stretched out on the plush, velvet cushioned seats.
Jeannie immediately noticed the bad shape that her husband was in:
"My God, Tom, you look awful. Haven't you had any medical attention or something to eat?"
"No," Tom said weakly.
As Bud, followed by Curly filed into the plane, Jeannie turned towards Bud in anger.
"Why haven't these men had any attention?" Jeannie angrily asked Bud.
Suddenly, the rough and burly man stepped forward, his eyes flaring with rage.
"Hey, honey, don't give me a hard time! Be glad your old man is alive!" he yelled in her face.
Slowly, Jeannie surveyed the room. The inside of it was not furnished in the manner of an ordinary airplane. The entire cabin resembled the inside of a swank penthouse. Lush, crushed velvet lined the walls and a thick, plush carpet of black shag covered the floor. She noticed a large, round bed towards the back of the cabin, and stores of whiskey, vodka, and gin lining the right wall. Then Jeannie became cognizant of the fact that there was a myriad of eyes staring at her. Yes, in the dim light of beginning twilight, she saw the open, wide-eyed stares of at least seven men on her.
Jeannie felt a dark, oppressive force closing in on her. She realized that the sooner the airplane took off, the better off Tom, Ron, Patty and herself would be.
"Well, can't we take off?" Jeannie asked.
Suddenly, a cackling, staccato blast of lusty laughter exploded from Curly.
"Oh we'll take off all right," he said, winking salaciously at Bud, we'll all have a real good ride!
Curly lunged forward and planted his huge lips on the blood-red, alluring mouth of Jeannie. He wrapped his powerful arms around her, and crushed her soft girlishness against the rock-hard masculinity of his immovable body.
Tom, roused to sudden action by Curley's lewd assault on his unguarded wife, attacked the giant from behind. Curly turned viciously towards him, and in two savage blows, one to the stomach, and one to the face, Curly knocked the valiant husband to the ground.
Jeannie made a frantic lunge for Curly, but before she could get her momentum up Bud grabbed her by the soft, demure, feminine blades of her shoulders.
"Let me go!" Jeannie demanded, as she suddenly wrenched free of Bud's grip and turned to face him. Like an alley cat, she attacked his face, digging her long, sharp nails into his thick skin. Thin lines of fresh blood trailed down his face.
Bud raised his hand to strike Jeannie, but strangely and suddenly checked his actions. His face lit up with an evil, leering grin as if he had just realized something that had never occurred to him before, as if a plan had suddenly loomed into the view of his mind's eye.
Curly made a move to attack Jeannie, but, before he could, Bud stopped him.
"Hold it, Curly," he said. "We don't want to spoil our fun. We don't want to mess up that pretty little girl."
"Yeah. Guess you're right. Don't wanna ruin the merchandise."
Jeannie now realized that she had made a serious error in judgment, but she had no idea how serious, she had no idea how deeply malevolent Bud's vengeance would be.
"All right, men," Bud said, lighting a foul-smelling cigar and chewing nervously on the end of it. "Let's call a meeting! Everyone outside! Bring their old men along and tie them up." Within seconds, Tom and Ron were tied and bound with heavy ropes and gags of dirty shirts were thrust rudely in their mouths. The group of men forced the hapless wives down the launch steps and carried the husbands out into the clear area where the plane had landed.
It was the middle of twilight. Vision was still good, but the atmosphere outside was ominous; the sun was gone and the lonely, desolate hills seemed to glow a weird green color and the outr' chirping of nocturnal insects and bullfrogs dominated the primal sounds.
The two husbands and their wives were standing in a circle, a circle of men who were rapidly imbiding department store whiskey from a number of bottles passing in rapid circulation around the circle.
Bud swaggered boisterously to the center of the circle, with a cigar in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
He swallowed a mouthful of the amber liquid, then spit a mixture of tobacco, whiskey, and saliva between his teeth.
"You know," he said. "I've always been game for a little sport, and well, it looks like I'm gonna have my chance!"
There was a rude burst of lascivious catcalls from the men.
"Well, boys, here's the deal. We're gonna have a little hunting party, a little game here to make things much more interesting."
All eyes of the men were riveted on the lithe and voluptuous bodies of the two hapless girls.
Jeannie felt like she and Patty were pieces of meat at a cattle auction!
"We're gonna break up into hunting parties. I'll stay here and make sure that their old men don't go anywhere. Curly, you be the leader of one party, Sonny, you be the leader of the other party." A short, powerfully built, red-haired man stepped forward. This was Sonny Turner, and he had a reputation among the men as being more vicious than a rabid dog!
"Here's the idea," Bud said. "I'm gonna show this little slut here that no one lays a hand on Bud and gets away with it!"
He glared at Jeannie.
"But I got to be fair, so we'll give both of these broads a sportin' chance! We'll give both of them fifteen minutes to get out of here. Then we'll break up into our hunting parties. Whoever finds 'em first, gets to fuck the living daylights out of them!"
Jeannie shuddered as she fully realized the consequences of this cruel verdict; her and Jeannie were to be tracked down and hunted like animals!
This was a far cry from the things that Rick and Craig had put them through. This was a malicious and wicked game!
"Now," Bud continued. "If you men aren't back here in two hours with both of these broads, we'll take their husbands into town and they can find help. We'll get the hell out, and no one will ever believe that we were here in the first place, since there's absolutely no way to prove that we were. But we aren't going to lose, are we, fellas?"
"No, Bud!"
"Naw, we all want a piece of that juicy cunt!"
"We'll track 'em down, and fuck 'em to death!" The shouts and threats of the men became a weird and ritualistic chant.
Jeannie was terrified.
"O.K., boys," Bud said. "Any questions?"
"Yeah, Sonny said. "There's just one thing that's bugging me. Ain't this restricted army area."
"Hey," Bud said. "Don't worry about it. Ain't no feds gonna be pokin' around here tonight."
The men drew closer to Jeannie and Patty.
"O.K., men, we gotta make this real, real interestin'. Got to make sure everybody's got an equal chance. So here's the rules. Everyone gets one flashlight and that's it. And ... EVERYONE TAKES THEIR CLOTHES OFF. This last remark by Bud absolutely terrified Jeannie. Never in her wildest nightmares had she ever dreamed that she would be in such a humiliating situation of degradation and despair!
Yes, her and her friend were to be hunted and tracked like beasts, stark naked by a bunch of savage and naked men, while their husbands stood by absolutely powerless to help!
"O.K. men I've got a little treat in store for you. Everyone of you strip down, and then, all of you can help these two hordes get their clothes off!"
Patty and Jeannie watched in terrified dread as the men took off their shirts. Some of their chests were matted and heavy with hair, others were flabby and hairless. But she could not help but notice the gargantuan physique of Curly. His stiff, powerfully enisled muscles were shiny and slick, and they expanded and contracted with an overwhelming masculine force each time he moved.
Then the real horror began: one by one, the men removed their pants and then their shorts, revealing each of their lust-bloated pricks and balls dangling between their legs.
Jeannie looked away in terror, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a furtive glance of Curley's immense, blood filled member, and it looked like it was as big as a horses prick!
My God! Jeannie screamed mentally. It can't be! It's impossible! No man could have a cock that big! No man!
The thought of that long, thick pole ripping violently into a woman's pussy filled Jeannie with horror, and the thought of Curley's throbbing penis coming anywhere near her, was enough to make Jeannie swoon!
Never in her life had she seen so much naked male flesh at one time! There was something primitive and savage about the entire affair.
Bud turned towards the two hapless girls and let out a snarling bellowing roar of cruel laughter.
"O.K. men. Like I said, we've got to keep everything equal! Why don't you boys take their clothes off a them so everyone will be naked."
"Whewie!" someone chortled.
"Yeah, let's see what kinda titties these girlies have got!"
"I wanna good look at their cunts! Gotta see if they's worth fuckin'!"
The wave of burly, nude, hairy men descended like a wave of ravaging locusts on the hapless teenage wives as their helpless husbands looked on in wide-eyed amazement.
Jeannie felt utterly humiliated as she stared into the eyes of her husband as a sea of hands lifted her into the air like she was the victim for some ancient, sexual sacrifice.
The men held both women in the air so that the girls were face up, towards the sky.
Patty could handle a little fun with one man, but this en masse stuff was very, very scary to her. Suddenly, a huge, paw-like hand snaked up at the side of her and mauled crudely at her shirt. Within seconds, her shirt was on the ground and the only garment protecting the sacred mounds of her womanish breasts from the lewd gaze of the liquor-boldened men was her brassiere, which was overflowing with the warm, blood-filled flesh of her young tits.
"Hey!" bellowed a thick, whiskey-ladened voice. "Someone a-rip that bra offa her and let's see those titties!"
There was a searing, ripping sound as a pair of strong, steely fingers tore Patty's brassiere into shreds!
Twenty probing, crude fingers were instantly running over the blood-red flesh of the hapless Patty's nipples squeezing them until tears swelled up in the eyes of the helpless girl.
"Hey these tits are nice!"
"Big, aren't they?"
"I want to suck 'em!"
Suddenly, Patty felt her jeans being torn from her skin, and then someone rendered her completely unprotected and naked by pulling her panties off. Patty caught a glimpse of who had ripped her underwear off; it was Sonny, and now he was obscenely sniffing her panties and making embarrassing symbols to his fellows with his fingers.
"Ah!" Patty exclaimed in amazement as she felt a stiff middle finger poking brazenly at her dark-haired pussy.
"Oh!" Another finger stabbed flagrantly at her buttocks and she could feel the intense animal heat being generated by the bodies of the hairy, naked men.
The men tossed and fondled the dark, luscious beauty as though she were a Nubian slave at an Egyptian flesh market!
Jeannie tried to feel some sympathy for her friend, but she was also being subjected to an ordeal of sinful humiliation.
The men had succeeded in stripping the exquisite, blonde wife to her black brassiere and black, silk panties and the sight of Jeannie's ivory skin against the dark undergarment was making the blood rush through the cocks of these men at breakneck speed. Each and every man there wanted a piece of Jeannie's ripe little ass!
"Strip the blonde down!"
"Yeah! Let's see if she's as good as her friend!"
Jeannie struggled valiantly, but the harder she struggled, the more powerfully the men increased their grip on her, and the weaker and more helpless she felt.
Rip! Snap! Swish!
The men had completely shorn every stitch of Jeannie's clothing off of her. Jeannie caught a despairing glimpse of her husband staring at her as the hands of these strangers roved freely over her body!
She remembered the happy times she and Tom had shared together. Never, never did she ever dream that it would come to this!
"Bring 'em down, men!" Bud yelled. "Set the fuckin' whores to the ground."
The men reluctantly lowered the hapless wives to their feet, but before Jeannie was fully on the ground, someone had taken one last liberty and jammed his fingers stingingly up her married pussy!
"O.K., you broads!" Bud said. "You know the rules! We'll come lookin' for you in twenty minutes."
He handed each of them a flashlight.
"Now go!"
Jeannie shot a frantic look towards Tom, as if trying to ask him what to do. He have his head a vigorous nod, and Jeannie bolted like a wild stallion in the brush, Patty following close behind her.
They ran for what seemed like hours, neither of them speaking a word, but both silently understanding that they had to put as much distance as possible between themselves and these sex-crazed men!
Yes, the two girls were panting with wide-eyed terror as they frantically leaped over logs and wiped long tendrils of clinging vines out of their way. Somehow, they seemed to be reverting to the instinctual sides of their nature; their trim, athletic bodies seemed to be giving them added power and strength.
The moon was beginning to cast a ghastly blue light on the surrounding underbrush, and Patty suddenly switched on her flashlight. Jeannie saw the yellowish beam and turned frantically to her friend:
"Don't! Patty! Don't! It's a dead giveaway signal for those bastards!"
"What?" Patty queried.
"All they have to do is catch one glimpse of that beam and we're gonners. There's enough moonlight to see by. Only use it if you absolutely have to!"
"Right!" Patty said. "Sorry."
"O.K." Jeannie said. "Let's take it a little slower for awhile. What we want to do is find some place to hide so's we won't have to run. If we stay on our feet, they're bound to find us."
Like panthers, the two sleek, lithe teenagers crept stealthily through the dense thicket, exploring every nook and cranny, desperately looking for a place to hide.
* * *
Back at the plane, the men had already gone through three fifths of whiskey. Many of them had become vicious and loud, and all of them were over-eagerly awaiting the word from Bud, the word that would send each of them on a frenetic hunt for the two wives ...
" ... and the first prize was a gorgeous piece of ass.
"I want the dark one!" one of the men bellowed.
"Shit, man, not me!" someone else said.
"That blond's cunt is as tight as a rubber. I had my finger stuck up it!"
"Hey!" another voice boomed. "I want to find both of them so's I can fuck 'em both!"
"All right, gentlemen," Bud said, as he wolfishly gulped down the half-filled amber contents of a whiskey bottle. "TIME'S UP!"
Half of the men gathered around Curly, the other half above Sonny.
"Go get 'em!"
There was a general crescendo of lewd laughter and the two bound and gagged husbands shuddered as they watched the two teams of naked men stalk into the forest to hunt down their own wives!
When the men got about a hundred yards from camp, each of them split from the group, each of them striking out on his own to try and track down a gorgeously nude female!
The sight in the remote Louisiana hills was a bizarre one; a handful of naked, burly men stalking through the moonlit brush like prehistoric cave men, each bent on one object; the cunt of a ripe, voluptuous female!
There were angry grunts and groans of frustration echoing over the thicket as the men continued to be eluded by the fleeing wives.
Curly had not acted so rashly as had the other men. He had not guzzled the liquor so quickly, for he knew he would need his senses to track down his prey. All his senses were sharp as diamonds, and he was going very, very slowly, taking in all the clues that he could see, smell or hear. He knew the girls had no tools and that they were naked, and completely exposed to the rough and thorny countryside plant life. They would naturally take the path of least resistance. He was following the most open tunnel of the brush very carefully.
Yes, he was sure they had gone this way. The brush was clear; it was a natural trail. Now the only thing to do was to make up for the time they had gained on him.
Curly suddenly began running, keeping his flashlight on at all times, and at all times making sure he was still following the path of least resistance. The sweat began rolling over the giant's powerfully masculine body, and a pungent, raw odor permeated his skin.
"God! What's that?" Patty whispered as a startling rustle of underbrush sent shivers of terror racing over her spine.
The two girls pivoted to see Curly lunge from the thicket like a wild beast, his teeth gnashing and his eyes aglow with a lewd leer of triumph.
He pounced upon Jeannie as though he were a hawk diving in on a field mouse.
"You're mine!" he gloated.
Suddenly there was another frightening disturbance from the brush and Sonny loomed into view. Sonny wasted no time, but dove straight for Patty.
"And I'm gonna be the first to fuck hell out of this one."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
All of the men had given up the hunt and had returned to the plane. Most of them were angrily cursing their luck and had resumed the heavy drinking they had started earlier in the evening.
There was still a glimmer of hope for their wives in the minds of the two husbands; the two hour time limit mandated by Bud was almost up.
Bud was nervously chewing on the end of his cigar stump.
"No! Put me down! Keep your finger away from there!" echoed the winded voice of Jeannie as Curly entered the circle of amazed and delighted men, with the naked, trembling girl high over his head.
Sonny entered next, dragging Patty behind him.
"Son-of-a-bitch!"
"Those bastards found 'em!"
"I'll be damned!"
"Don't forget! They get the first fuck but we all get a piece of the action!"
There was a look of abject despair and hopelessness on each of the faces of the two husbands as the circle of men crowded around the spectacle of the two wives held helpless by their sadistic captors.
"I'm a goin' first!" Curly snorted.
"Yeah, come on!" the men urged! Go ahead Curly! Work her over good! But don't mess her up too much! Save some for us!"
A ravenous passion pulsed through Curly as he lowered Jeannie before him and took a good look at the deliciously hewn female trembling in dread before his six-foot-five frame.
"I'm gonna like screwin' you a whole lot!" he bellowed, his hot, foul smelling breath blowing degradedly in her pretty face.
Jeannie tried to run, but four strong men caught her. One man was at each of her arms, and each one of the other two men was at her legs so that she was strung helplessly in the air.
"Spread her fuckin' thighs!" Curly demanded as the men pulled Jeannie's long, tapering legs painfully apart, revealing to all of the men the smooth, hairless cleft of her butt and the fleshy nether lips of her vaginal fissure. Curly kneeled behind her and poked his huge, sweaty head flush against the most secretive, inner orifices of her tantalizingly naked body. Jeannie could feel his steamy, wicked breath forcing its way between her ass-crack and lingering menacingly under the hair-dotted, fleshy pouch of her pussy.
"Smells sweet as a daisy up in that purty little snatch!" Curly bellowed as the men exchanged a lewd chorus of obscene comments and catcalls.
"Ah!" Jeannie exclaimed as Curley's wicked tongue wiggled menacingly against the naked membrane of her asshole's puckered anal sphincter.
Jeannie's head hung dejectedly from her shoulders in shameful humiliation. To think that a total stranger was crudely sniffing her pussy and tonguing her ass while her husband looked helplessly on!
Curley's tongue snaked along the hairless clift of Jeannie's nakedly exposed crotch, along the smooth underside of her sexual organs, towards the irresistible, fleshy pink lips of her pouting cunt!
The scene before the airplane was a strange one. Bud, had flicked on the plane's safety lights, so there was a weird, bluish glow cast across the clearing where the booze-glutted men held the girls and their husbands prisoners. A group of entirely naked men stood in a strangely ritualistic circle while a six-foot five giant, a man built like a powerful tribal chieftain, knelt beneath a voluptuously nude female, his head buried beneath the underside of her unprotected cunt, his head slowly bobbing up and down as he flagrantly assaulted the quivering nerves of her twat.
The entire scene resembled something from the dim, dark past of mankind, a time when man chose his sexual conquests freely, a time when no woman was safe from the ravaging penis of an aroused male!
"Godamnit!" Curly snorted as he pulled out from under Jeannie. "Let me at her! Jesus Christ! I can't stand it anymore!"
"Come on!" the men insisted.
"Fuck her!"
"Shove it in her!"
There was an unanimous chorus of ahhhh's from the men as Curly reached between his massive thighs and raised his meaty, rock-stiff erection into the air with both of his hands wrapped around its purplish thickness as if it took half of his animalish strength to raise his huge, terrifying dick into the air!
Jeannie was still being gripped tightly by the four men and she was still held high in the air like a plaything.
Jeannie then saw a sight she would never forget: as she bent her head towards the ground and then angled it so that she could see the underside of her nakedly splayed body, she gazed between the lewdly dangling orbs of her alabaster-like tits to look upon a sight which made her eyes widen in fear ...
... she saw the eight-inch spike of Curley's dick inch closer and closer to the quivering heat of her pounding pussy!
She bucked like a wild bronco.
"My God!" she yelled, her voice cracking and laced with raw fear. "You can't stick that thing up me! Please, no! NO! It's too big."
Still it came closer!
She could see all of Curley's scrotum now, his huge, leathery testicles, each one as big as a baseball and filled with a cup of sperm!
A weird, reddish aura seemed to hover around Curley's cock and balls, as if it were a signal of the raging genital heat seething in the giant's loins!
Then Jennie realized the full impact of what Curly was going to do to her!
He was going to fuck her from behind, like she was a bitch dog in heat!
The men positioned Jeannie so that her cunt was on a level with Curley's dick-stiffened monstrosity and thrust her sadistically backwards onto Curley's awesome penis!
Jeannie saw Curley's ravaging cock-head burrow into her. She could have sworn that his impaling thickness was alive, that it had a will of its own as it savagely and mercilessly sizzled its streaming way into the delicious flesh of her cuntal walls.
"Ahhhh! Owwwww!" she groaned gutturally as his lurid pole cut through the blood-filled folds of her unprotected pussy.
The entrance of Curley's spongy cock had been slow and painful. His next move was exceedingly painful, and anything but slow.
It was as though a monstrous flame had suddenly become charged with the awesome locomotive power of a steam engine, Curly rammed his blue-veined immensity like a steel battering ram into the liquid depths of Jeannie's married belly as he salaciously slammed the entire length and width of his dick in her in a wanton, forbidden act of sadistic ravishment!
There was a hard, lurid plop as the air in her hapless pussy was replaced with eight adulterous inches of sizzling prick!
Jeannie used the entire weight of her body, and suddenly broke the grip of the men holding her, and half of Curley's cock slipped out of her. Within seconds the men were again holding her tightly.
"Set her to the ground!" Curly demanded. "I can handle her!"
The men lowered the hapless wife to the ground.
Yes, Curly would make sure she did not escape the savage impalement of his cock this time!
Jeannie was on all fours now, like some hunted animal. Curly slipped his paw-like hands over her beautiful, naked buttocks, and then cruelly locked the insides of his calloused thumbs inside the deep fleshy cleft of her asscheeks. He had complete domination of her lithe teenage body now, he could do with her what he pleased!
Curly sadistically used her ass handles to propel her half-mooned buttocks onto the meaty, tunneling pole of his cunt-skewering prick!
Jeannie's spine jerked in a sharp arc of pain as she felt the awesome length of Curley's cock gurgle into her prick-stuffed belly!
She squealed and yelped in pain, but her protestations were useless! It was as though her twat had been victimized by a gigantic bee sting; the more she fought to rid herself of it, the deeper into her it went!
Jeannie tried to blank out her mind, she tried desperately to concentrate on something else! She could not!
The cunt-pounding reality of Curley's awesome cock was impossible to ignore!
She tried to tell herself that this wasn't happening, that it was an awful nightmare she was having! But the big, stiff cock of Curly was too real!
Suddenly, Curly began to rock his gigantic pelvis to and fro, taking Jeannie's ass with him when he did so. When he moves! Jeannie said to herself.
When he moves, it's like he's pulling my guts out!
Curley's savage and brutal cock-thrusts began to relentlessly pummel the inside of Jeannie's bruised vagina, and she could feel the awesome heat his blue-veined immensity was creating as it slid beneath the sweating crack in her ass and along the sensitive, fleshy groove leading to her married twat!
She dared to look between her tits which were now jiggling obscenely in the weird, blue light! The sight she saw was awesomely frightening and, at the same time, perversely fascinating to her. Jeannie got a furtive glance at her own pink cuntal flesh as it clung quiveringly to Curley's savage prick as he quickly withdrew it from her battered pussy (all except for his spongy cock-head) and then jammed the ragged, nerve-packed pinkness back into the bruised heat of her married vagina.
She knew that Tom was seeing all of this! She knew that he was staring at the look of bestial desire on Curley's face, that he could see Curley's nakedly glistening pole as it slithered into the liquid heat of her battered pussy!
The viciousness of Curley's vibrant, relentless cock-thrusts were knocking the wind out of Jeannie. She felt like she was going to faint! But the jagged, burrowing pain she was being subjected to from the punishing thickness of Curley's lust-bloated stiffness would not grant her the release of a fainting spell!
She was hopelessly doomed to suffer all the indignities these men could heap on her!
Jeannie bit her teeth in a frantic attempt to keep from screaming.
"Ah! Oh, dear GOD!" she moaned.
She was in a desperate struggle to maintain her balance. Her hands clawed the ground and her lithe, ivory-like legs stiffened as the frenetic, savage cock-thrusts from Curly threatened to knock her flat on her face!
As she struggled to maintain her equilibrium, a strange phenomenon began to occur: all of the muscles in her white, heavily sweating body were straining, and Jeannie was inadvertently flexing her powerful cuntal muscle and buttocks and they were sending exquisitely delicious sensations of reciprocation shooting through the fervently frantic loins of Curly.
"Like it, eh? Bitch!" he grunted through his broken teeth.
What? What's he saying she asked herself. What's he mean I like it? It was then that Jeannie noticed that much of the initial pain of Curley's savagely cruel entry into her married pussy was gone and she was aware of a new sensation creeping along the nerve-packed walls of her cuntal shaft; a sensation of immense and bursting fullness!
The sweat dripped from Curley's immense biceps and rolled down Jeannie's back, finally dribbling lewdly down her ass-crack.
She could hear Curly above and behind her, snorting and raging like a wild beast as his hot hissing breath scalded her back like an atomic blast!
She looked up and saw the lewd, weird, glowering faces of the circle of men. She saw their cocks and balls before her. Big dicks, small dicks!
"Oh yeah, baby!" Curly snorted. "It's nice and tight in there! Your cunt fits ole Curley's cock like a glove!"
Suddenly a blonde, pudgy-faced youth with splotches of red all over his body, stepped forward. "Hey, Curly," he pleaded. "Let me shove it down her throat! Please! Let's mix it up a little!"
There was a lusty round of applause from the men.
"Yeah!"
"Come on, Curly, let Freddy shove it down her mouth!"
"Yeah! Let's see if she's as good as she looks! Let's see if she can handle two cocks at once!"
"O.K.! O.K.! You guys! Come on, Freddy, but wait, just a second! I got something to do first!"
With that, the savage giant moaned and snorted, and then delivered a series of punishing cock-thrusts so savage and rampant to the hapless girl's abused twat that his pelvis became a heated blue!
"Ah ... Oh ... Ah, Oh ... Oh ... GOD!"
A rapid series of staccato breaths shot forth from Jeannie's overworked lungs.
"Please!" Jeannie screamed. "Please! No one else!"
The pudgy blonde youth known as Freddy stood threateningly close to her and smiled a lewd grin of lustful anticipation. He began milking his thick, uncircumcised prick between his short, squat fingers.
"Shut up! You fuckin' slut!" he yelled. "You don't suck my cock and I'll fix you so's you can't ever open your mouth again!"
Jeannie forgot the underlying threat of violence lying deep within all of these men. She knew that Freddy would cause her grave physical harm if she crossed him now!
"And one other thing!" Freddy shouted in a red rage. "You keep your eyes right on mine all the time you're sucking my pecker! Cause I wanna see your face when I shoot my cum down your pretty little throat!"
What a shameful and humiliating demand this stranger had placed on her! What a degrading thing to have to do! To get fucked from behind like a dog and have to suck a cock at the same time, all while her husband was watching!
Freddy grabbed Jeannie by both of her ears and luridly shoved his fast-hardening erection ominously against the warm, soft flesh of her deep red lips.
"SUCK IT!"
Tremblingly, quiveringly, Jeannie parted her moist lips and her hot breath trailed arousingly over the bulbous head of his lust-bloated dick.
Her tongue protruded sheepishly from between her lips and brushed ever-so-lightly against the grooved, vertical slit in the end of Freddy's penis.
"Now, really, honey," he yelled. "You can do better than that! Ya better put some feeling into it or you won't be able to feel anything!"
With tears of humiliating grief in her eyes, she slowly encircled Freddy's spongy cock-head with her pretty lips.
She felt the searing, wicked heat of his dick rippling down her throat.
While Freddy slowly stuffed her pretty mouth full of his blue-veined prick, Curly banged at her with the incessant velocity of a steam shovel. She felt his burrowing, skewering pole plunge into the nether depths of her belly as though it was going to burst into her throat!
Curley's grip on her buttocks was so grippingly tight, that his strong, steely fingers printed harsh indentations on her delicate and ivory-white skin.
All the while she was forced to keep her gaze riveted on Freddy's cruel, cold eyes as he pressed his dick onward into her mouth!
She felt Freddy's gagging immensity as it slid along the base of her tongue, as it clogged her breathing passage so that she was forced to breathe through her nose only. As she inhaled through her nose, the pungent scent lingering in Freddy's pubic hairs funneled up her sensitive nasal passage. Freddy's lingually buried dick jerked to stiff rigidity and suddenly filled Jeannie's mouth. Her eyes opened wide in wonder.
Somewhere, deep inside of her, a little voice said: See! See! You have made this man's prick, full, hard and erect! It was the provoking and arousing feeling of your mouth that makes him want to fuck your face! You have power! Immense power!
No! Jeannie told herself The whole thing was wicked, very wicked!
No, it's not wicked! The men saw your body and they wanted it because it's beautiful! They would have never looked at you if you were ugly!
But nice girls don't do things like this?
What's a "nice girl"? Doesn't it feel good, oh-so-good to have that virile hunk of a man slamming into you with that beautiful, hard dick of his?
Jeannie's mind became a swirling blur of contradictory images as the instinctual dictates of her body warred against the strictures of her puritanical morality.
Freddy had began a slow and deep rhythm of his hair-matted buttocks and thighs. He was actually using Jeannie's pretty mouth as though it were a cunt as he would first lunge forward to bury his gagging, sperm-laden immensity deep in her throat, then pull back to slide his cock over the delectable surface of her pleasure-giving tongue.
Jeannie could feel Curley's bloated balls slap obscenely against the curve of her crotch with each strapping forward assault of his huge and heated pelvis.
All of the men were silent, their liquor-glazed eyes taking in the lurid spectacle of the hapless wife with a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth!
"Suck me!" Freddy demanded. "Start sucking or your old man and your friends are done for!"
Jeannie knew that she must obey, for she realized one thing for certain, as long as she submitted to the demands of these men she was protecting her husband against the cruel physical reprisals of the men.
Jeannie suddenly encircled Freddy's spongy cock-head with the tip of her agile tongue and she felt his dick jerk to even stiffer rigidity.
"That's it!" Freddy roared. "Faster! Faster!"
He cruelly tightened the grip he had on her face. Jeannie began moving her tongue in long, laving swipes in responses to Freddy's cruel squeezing. The saliva in her mouth began to flow and the liquid warmth from her own body's juices caused his loins to fire with a raging heat as he thought about the moment when he would send hot bucketfuls of steaming jism flowing into Jeannie's mouth.
Jeannie's mouth puckered and her cheeks hollowed as she attempted to satisfy the seemingly endless lust of the relentless youth. She felt her mouth swell to bursting fullness from the sides of his prick as an ominous, tell-tale drop of his semen oozed down her throat from the tiny slit in the end of his bulbous dick-head.
Tom slowly lifted his head and caught a terrifying sight of his own wife kneeling in abject submission before the gloating Freddy, her head buried between his loins and bobbing up and down as his hips clenched and unclenched in adulterous lust as he savagely face-fucked the hapless teenager. Tom's gaze shifted to the huge and bestial form of Curly as he relentlessly skewered Jeannie's throbbing pussy from the rear. Tom could not bear the sight of his own dear wife being so lewdly dominated by these two men, and he finally lowered his head in shame and despair.
Freddy's pagan, animalish face-fucking was becoming more frenzied and insistent as he drew Jeannie's pretty face without mercy over the glistening pole of his dick-stiffed erection.
Jeannie could hear the lewd, liquid slurping sound as Freddy's prick sloshed wickedly in her mouth.
Jeannie was acutely aware of a strange thing which was happening to her sweating body; some of her defenses had broken down! She could feel the hot, throbbing lips of her battered pussy adjusting to the rude entrance and sadistic pummeling Curly was assailing her with from the rear; her cunt was now actually clasping tightly around Curley's blood-engorged penis, almost involuntarily pulling its rock-hard stiffness into the sizzling nether depths of her married twat!
Jeannie was amazed as she felt her vaginal shaft fill with the soothing heat of her own cuntal love juice, flowing from deep within her pounding belly!
The voice that had taunted her previously came back with renewed intensity:
It feels good, doesn't it Jeannie? So big and deep and powerful! Feel that big hard pole! That virile hunk of a stud, behind you, working you over, giving you everything he has!
"My God! Jeannie shouted out loud, "It's so big in me! Oh! It's so damn deep! Ah! It's all over me! That big stiff prick!"
The men listened to her moans with renewed interest, for they could tell that she was no longer resisting Curley's dick; she was actually beginning to want it!
"Ungmp! Ahhhhh! Ohhh!"
"That's it, bitch! Love it, eh?"
Jeannie struggled not to say anything, for she knew that Tom was listening, and she was overwhelmed with a terrific fear that she was fast losing control of her own body!
Yes, Jeannie was transforming before the very eyes of these men! Curley's cock had been too much for her to resist! Despite her beliefs, her body was that of a young, ripe juicy female, with demands of its own!
Her cunt was screaming for relief from the pulverizing sensations of Curley's pummeling prick, and suddenly the sensation-rippled nerves in Jeannie's cunt began to direct the hapless girl's naked body towards one goal ...
... TO CUM!
Freddy moaned in guttural approval. He felt Jeannie's tongue wag ever so violently against his mouth-filling dick and her mouth accepting the full immensity of his prick.
Jeannie tried not to yield to the lewd and overpowering impulses swelling up in her loins and causing a raging, genital heat to crackle over her nude body, from the distended nipples of her obscenely jiggling breasts, through the vibrating flesh of her rapidly expanding and contracting belly, to the sizzling, pulsing cleft of her quivering vagina!
But ...
... the moment which frightened her most was fast approaching!
The forbidden longings and desires buried in her unconscious mind were irrevocably forcing their way to the surface. Suddenly her body betrayed her as it began to twist, wiggle, and gyrate obscenely from the lewd wanton humpings of these two men!
"Hey, baby!" Curly grunted. "Now you're coming around!" as he felt the powerful muscles of her dick-filled cunt grab his awesome prick and bathe it in a warm, flowing balm of love juices.
Jeannie suddenly became aware of the pungent aroma flowing off of Freddy's body. He had been one of the men who had joined after her in the hunt, and somehow the smell of his sweat, drenched with the pungent fragrance of the forest triggered a renewed surge of animalish arousal in the loins of the young wife and her entire body rapidly began transforming into a machine of raw sexual energy as she wiggled obscenely back onto Curley's prick and sucked hungrily on Freddy's deeply-buried stiffness.
The two men became acutely aware of the sudden and inviting transformation which Jeannie's body had undergone.
Both of them began to ravish her unmercilessly, and an atomic current of raw lust seemed to surge along Jeannie's body as though it were a conductor for the twin lusts of these sex crazed men, first pulsing from Freddy's lurid thickness deeply buried in her throat, then snapping to the blue-veined throbbing stiffness of Curley's sadistic assault from the rear.
Jeannie became aware of her own thoughts, and they both shocked and amazed her. Yes, it was true! She was actually enjoying being fucked like this!
But why? Why?
Maybe it was because that never in all her life had she ever let herself "go" like this! Or, was it the thought of being fucked by two men at the same time? Of being a "superwoman" of taking on two dicks at once?
Whatever the reason, the fact was clear; Jeannie was transforming from an innocent girl into a cock-crazed slut!
Both of the men instinctively realized that Jeannie was transforming, that she was beginning to wantonly enjoy the twin lusts of their cocks as they assaulted her.
Tom watched in stunned amazement as he saw his own dear wife passionately massage Freddy's wildly humping buttocks, then reach one of her hands between his legs to fondle the leathery sacs of his sperm-laden balls!
A glaze of shock descended upon Tom, and he suddenly became numb.
The other men were first to realize the quick and sudden change in Jeannie, and they would be the first to take advantage of it. Within seconds, there were two naked men standing at either side of her.
One man was a short, powerfully built man with dark hair. The other was lean and lanky, his hair a sandy color.
Suddenly, each of them men took one of Jeannie's hands and placed his lewdly swollen cock insistently between her nimble fingers.
"Come on, sweetheart," the dark-haired man said, "Give us a good 'ol hand job."
Jeannie did not open her eyes, but automatically began massaging the long, stiff pole of each man's fast-hardening erection.
She felt the sizzling heat of each of the pricks between her hands, felt the spongy cock-head of each man's blood-filled member, and somehow, the thought that she was actually "taking on" four cocks at once filled her with a ravenous, insistent passion and a raging genital heat fired in her loins as she salaciously wiggled her cock-filled vagina onto the meaty pole of Curly.
Jeannie suddenly opened her eyes and watched in pagan fascination as the turgid, blue-veined thickness of Freddy's cock slid between her pretty lips.
"That's right, honey, open your eyes and keep 'em open!" Freddy said. "Remember what I told you! I want to see your face when I cum!"
There was a glazed look in Jeannie's eyes as she stared up at Freddy, and he knew that Jeannie was fast giving in to the wanton dictates of her own body!
Jeannie rapidly jerked each of the swollen cocks she held in her hands back and forth with a savage, frantic fury.
Curly was snorting and grunting behind Jeannie like a wild beast now, each of his pummeling cock-thrusts sending Freddy's cock even more deeply down her throat!
Jeannie's tongue hotly encircled the throbbing head of Freddy's dick and Jeannie felt herself wanting to take his leathery balls into her mouth and swallow his entire scrotum!
Suddenly, without warning, Freddy's body became limp, as though the wind had been knocked out of him.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he grunted as he rapidly increased his rampant cock-thrusts and heated the insides of Jeannie's mouth.
"Yeah, that's it! Now look at me!"
Jeannie kept her eyes obediently riveted on Freddy's as the rush of his hot jism swept through his bloated balls, along the immense lengths of his throbbing cock. The powerful surge raced to the slit of his dick like an electrical overload, and poured down her belly as Jeannie swallowed mouthfuls of his moist, slippery, sloshing cum!
She loved the way it tasted as it oozed into her belly and her lips smacked greedily as she attempted to milk every ounce of his creamy, thick sperm out of his prick.
The more she tasted of Freddy's vicious, seething sperm, the more she knew that she had to cum!
As the last drop of Freddy's molten jism burst from his spongy cock-head, Freddy's flaccid penis popped from her pretty mouth with a lurid plot, and left a lurid trail of white, creamy fluid on her red lips.
Curly suddenly began pumping his blood-filled member into the battered shaft of Jeannie's pussy, and the hapless girl felt her clitoris begin to throb violently with the tingling tremors of her own rapidly approaching orgasm.
As Freddy backed away, the frenetic girl drew the twin cocks of the two men to the melonish orbs of her tits as she leaned against the legs of each of the men to keep her balance.
She jammed each of the pricks of the two delighted and amazed men into each of her huge tits and she felt the blue-veins in each of the two, beautiful dicks throbbing with hot, molten semen.
She felt the man on her left buckle and groan as his steaming cum burst from his cock and spattered all over Jeannie's face and tits.
She pulled the semen-shooting penis closer to her and wantonly aimed its fire-hydrant gush of spattering jism down her throat and swallowed the thick, balm-like liquid as though it were the nectar of the gods.
As the last drop of the man's cum dripped down Jeannie's chin, the man stepped back into the shadows.
Jeannie's lust for semen had transformed her into a jism-hungry whore.
She unabashedly pulled the pulsing dick-head of the other man into her mouth and rubbed her wet, agile tongue rapidly over its sizzling, blue-veined stiffness.
"Ummmm," Jeannie purred in a deep, guttural mewl as cup full's of the astonished man's jism slithered down her throat and she lapped up his cum as it bubbled down her married belly.
The man finally emptied all of his viscous male sperm down her throat, then stepped into the shadows.
Curly had been behind Jeannie all the time, still pummeling her battered pussy with his turgid, blue-veined stiffness.
Curly knocked the hapless wife to the ground, and she was suddenly groveling before him like a god again, his hard stiff prick skewering her bruised pussy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jeannie was closer than ever now to realizing the quivering throes of a delicious orgasm, and her entire body froze to sudden rigidity as Curly suddenly and unexpectedly withdrew the immensity of his cock from Jeannie's belly.
Why is he stopping? she asked herself. He can't stop now! I'm gonna cum! I need that big stiff cock in me!
Curly took his cock which glistened with the moist cuntal juices from deep within Jeannie's belly and pressed it flush against the deep, fleshy cleft of her naked ass.
Jeannie slowly undulated her nakedly splayed buttocks as though responding to Curley's action.
But Jeannie had no inkling of Curley's next vicious move; if she would have known she would have burst from the scene in terror!
Curly suddenly and mercilessly grabbed the soft, fleshy handles of Jeannie's naked thighs and set the spongy head of his meaty erection against the puckered opening to her anus nestled snugly between her cheeky buttocks.
Jeannie had not even considered that Curley's real desire was to wantonly sodomize her before the eyes of her own husband!
In one wickedly sadistic lunge, Curly set his dick, still thoroughly lubricated with the moist juices from Jeannie's cunt, ripping into the naked flesh of her unguarded asshole!
"My God!" Jeannie screamed. "What the ... " as she incredulously absorbed the fact that Curly was screwing her in the butt! "NO! PLEASE! NOT THIS! PLEASE! PLEASE!
Her protestations were useless as Curly slipped her sensitive anal flesh over the blue-veined immensity of his erection.
She felt like her belly was being forced up into her throat as Curley's insanely big and thick cock relentlessly tunneled into her throbbing asshole!
What an exquisite prize he had hunted down! This deliciously blonde wife was absolutely the most stunning, alluring girl he had ever seen, and the thought of sodomizing her caused his cock to swell even bigger.
The thought that he had stalked and hunted her himself filled his huge and hairy loins with a raw and primitive passion and a wave of lust shot through him as he prepared to deliver sensations of sodomistic ravishment so intense to the young wife's cheeky buttocks that he knew that she would be a trembling mass of molten flesh when he finished with her!
The other men looked on in stunned amazement. They crowded around in back of Curly, lewdly peering at the obscene, spectacle of Curley's half-embedded thickness as it protruded firmly from between the twin half-moons of Jeannie's naked ass.
"Hey!" Curly bellowed. "I hope your old man's watching this!"
Jeannie glanced over at Tom. His eyes were dejectedly riveted to the floor. His mind had been cruelly assaulted and his system had been numbed by the lurid events of the evening, as he fell into a pile of crumbled flesh, like the victim of some forgotten lock-up in a mental institution.
But Curly did give a damn if anyone was watching or not! All he was interested in was the exquisite, vice-like pressure he felt as the rubbery, tight rectal muscles of Jeannie's anus crowded around his sodomizing, ravaging prick!
"Ow! Ahhhh! Oh God, it's so big!" Jeannie yelped in true pain as Curley's impaling thickness savagely twisted into the depths of her body with the mechanical power of an oil drill smashing into the earth!
Her entire body bucked and writhed as the sex-crazed giant mercilessly impaled her on the throbbing pole of his prick. Curly became possessed with a lust so rampant, so crude, so wild, that the men looked on in awe and amazement as he cruelly pinched the insides of her thighs, banged against her delicious asscheeks, and slammed the hapless wife to the ground so that her ivory-white shoulders were flush against the earth and her prick-filled butt was high in the air.
Curly let his gaze fall upon the sensitive, trembling pink flesh of Jeannie's rectal muscles as it surrounded the meaty pole of his erection as he pulled his dick-stiffened erection agonizingly out of her ass, then rammed it savagely back into her bowels like a battering ram!
Jeannie felt her rectal muscles adjusting to the cruel invasion of Curley's prick, and suddenly, it became much easier for her to take the entirety of his blood-gorged monstrosity into her ass, and her body seemed to remember that she had been on the brink of cumming before Curly had jammed his prick up her buttocks, and suddenly she felt her own nerve-packed clitoris pulse with a wicked, throbbing surge of raw lust!
Every pore of her being became possessed with a raw, overwhelming desire to cum! Yes, she desperately needed the sweltering jism of this man bubbling into her belly, at any price!
She stiffened her long, tapering legs and salaciously ground her nudely-offered buttocks so fervently against Curley's crotch that his steel-wool-like pubic hairs ground savagely against the sensitive, fleshy mounds of her asscheeks and this forbidden sensation caused her hips to hump wildly in a heated, blistering blur of animalish lust!
She had to cum! She had to!
"Ummmmmmm!" she moaned uncontrollably. "Ahhhhh!"
Curly reached beneath her sweating torso and grabbed each of her wildly jiggling breasts in his huge, pawy hands and crushed them like soft melons.
"Ahhh! God!" Jeannie yelped.
Curly pulled Jeannie up so that her entire back was now flush against his tremendous, sweating chests and her long, tapering legs were widely spread.
Curly did not waste a second, he suddenly jammed his stiffened middle finger into the liquid heat of Jeannie's cunt and she moaned in wanton delight!
Each powerful cock-lunge of Curley's huge, muscular pelvis lifted Jeannie off of the ground as his dick ripped into her rectum!
The men gathered around the front of Jeannie to watch the wanton spectacle of the hapless wife being mercilessly stretched out across the giant sweating body as though she were being crucified!
She shoved her ass powerfully back onto his heated erection as her contorted body rushed head on to quaking orgasm!
"Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the hapless wife begged in short, staccato gasps of her steaming breath.
"I love it in my ass like this!"
Jeannie realized that at this moment, the only thing that mattered was the wicked, sodomizing thrill of Curley's dick as it slithered relentlessly up the smooth, liquid shaft of her ravaged anus! And then Curly performed such a feat of wanton ravishment that men emitted a cry of absolute amazement. Summoning all of his braze, masculine strength, he thrust each of her powerful hands underneath the smooth, silky skin of Jeannie's ivory-like thighs and lifted the hapless wife wantonly into the air!
But Jeannie didn't seem to care! In fact, her entire body trembled with a wild ecstasy as the stiff meaty shaft of Curley's throbbing prick seemed to be supporting her in the air, solely by itself!
There was a wild glaze of wicked frenzy in Jeannie's eyes as she gnashed her teeth like a snarling animal in the lust of heat and ground every inch of her soft girlishness into Curley's massive, sweat-drenched frame.
Curly could feel her rectal muscles throbbing with the frenetic intensity of her adulterous lust as his anus-buried dick sizzled with the steaming ocean of his viscous male sperm!
Jeannie suddenly felt as though she were falling through space, as though she was spinning through endless miles of silence and darkness.
Then ...
... it was as if she had been thrust into a swirling myriad of light, sound, and feeling!
An atomic, surging wave of orgasmic energy exploded from the pearly bud of her clitoris and sent intense, nerve-tingling ripples of agonizing, pleasurable sensation vibrating like an endless echo through the walls of her married cunt as the wicked sensation in her battered anus spread its insane passion to every throbbing, blistering nerve in her naked body!
Curly knew that Jeannie was at the beginning of a cunt-racking orgasm, and just to "help her along," he violently delivered a series of cock-thrusts to her buttocks which made her entire body buck and writhe as though she had been wired with 220 current.
"Ahhhh! OHHHH! UNMPMPH! OHHHH! JESUS! GOD! CHRIST!" she yelped and moaned.
The men's mouths dropped open in pure awe as Jeannie turned into the most wild and cock-crazed female that any of them had ever seen!
She reached between the delicate insides of her quaking thighs and grabbed hold of Curley's leathery, sperm-laden balls, as though she were trying to salaciously squeeze the boiling jism from Curley's bloated sacs into the bruised heat of her asshole!
Her legs violently kicked and bucked at a complete right angle to her body!
"MAN, YOU'VE GOT THE BIGGEST AND BEST DICK IN THE WHOLE WORLD!"
Suddenly, amidst her mewls, moans, and yelping sobs of ultimate, wanton delight, came ...
"I'M CUMMING! OH YEAH! I'M CUMMING! THAT BIG DICK OF YOURS IN MY ASSHOLE HAS MADE ME CUM!"
All that Jeannie could think of was that deliciously wicked prick of Curley's in her ass as she animalishly shouted out obscene and forbidden utterances as she thrashed violently about, helplessly trapped in the agonizing throes of her own wicked orgasm!
Curly could not hold the bubbling geyser of his jism in control any longer; the white, molten river of his adulterous jism boiled into Jeannie's anus as though a flame thrower had been shoved up her bottom!
"Eeeeeeya! Your cum's all in me!" Jeannie groaned. "It's in my ass and yes! Yes, it feels sooooOOOO GOOD!"
With each powerful contraction of his muscular, masculine thighs, Curly sent a surging load of his thick, sloshing cum barreling into the ravaged bowels of the hapless wife!
Jeannie hissed as she felt the creamy, thick sperm flood the insides of her guts and she whimpered like a whipped dog as the naked membrane of her pussy fluttered with a raging genital heat in this most wicked and savage act of bestial depravity!
Curly roared like a mad bull as he felt his obscene semen flooding the naked wife's bowels and splattering into her anal sphincter like a fire hydrant gone berserk!
Suddenly, the last drop of Curley's cum oozed into Jeannie's butt, and the last pulsing wave of her long-lasting orgasm faded like a voice in the wind.
There was a lurid plop as Jeannie fell exhaustedly to the ground and Curley's limp dick emerged from her invaded asshole.
Shamefully, Jeannie crawled to a small spot of darkness and shivered in the cool night air.
As her senses slowly returned, she realized to what humiliating depths that these men had forced her!
Yes, she had displayed a wicked and lewd side of her nature to these men, all in front of her husband!
Jeannie could only hope that now they would leave her alone.
She was right in that regard; the men's eyes fell to the delectably dark and alluring figure of Patty!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Patty knew that her time had come and she was absolutely terrified! Yes, she had enjoyed a little fun with the hikers, but that had been a little fun!
These men were dead set on working their bestial lusts and desires on her, and they didn't care what they had to put her through to realize their forbidden demands!
There was one thing that was absolutely not in Patty's favor, she possessed a dark, down home, raunchy sensuality that was quite capable of jerking all of the cocks of these lust-crazed men to stiff rigidity!
Bud kept chewing on his cigar and drinking his cheap department store whiskey. He knew that his turn had come! That he definitely had to have a piece of this teenager's ripe little ass!
But Sonny was the one who had hunted her down, and he was the one who would have "first grabs" at the voluptuously attractive body of the deliciously naked wife!
Patty was huddled in a little heap by her husband.
"Get over here!" Sonny ordered, his hairy naked body glistening obscenely in the weird light from the airplane.
Patty did not move.
Sonny did not wait to ask her a second time, but viciously grabbed her by her arm and dragged her into the center of the circle of men.
Ron tried to get up, but his bonds made him trip clumsily in the dirt and the men savagely laughed at the spectacle of the hapless husband squirming on the ground.
Patty was having troubles of her own as Sonny rudely mauled and pawed at the womanish swells of her melonish tits.
Patty had a fear that festered deep within her; she noticed that her cunt was slightly moistened!
Was this from watching the men work over Jeannie? Was Patty secretly lusting after a big, stiff prick to relentlessly skewer the insides of her married pussy! Would this episode be a repeat of her performance with the backpacker?
Patty suddenly became afraid, not so much afraid of what the men would do to her, but afraid of what she would do!
God! They mustn't find out that she would turn into a wanton fucking animal if she had the right dick in her!
Sonny did not wait for any formalities; his dick was hot as the sun and as hard as a diamond!
Sonny quickly walked up to Patty, with his chest to her, and wrapped his burly, powerful arms around her girlish frame and pressed her soft, delightfully naked body cruelly against his own. Patty felt as though she were being overwhelmed by some evil force as the air gushed from her lungs as Sonny continued to savagely crush her against him.
Patty could not help but look at the pathetic form of her husband as he groveled on the ground. While Patty and Tom were looking at each other, Sonny took each of the deep red, nipple-capped peaks of Patty's nakedly splayed breasts in each of his rough hands and kneaded the delicate mounds until tears of pain welled up in the young wife's dark brown eyes.
"Ow!" she moaned.
This yelp of pain only inflamed the ravenous passion welling up within Sonny's bloated balls, for he salaciously pressed his heated, hair-matted crotch against the supple swells of her ripe, cheeky buttocks.
Patty shuddered as she felt the long, throbbing pole of Sonny's uncircumcised erection swell to heated fullness.
"O yeah," Sonny snorted behind her. "I can't wait until I get my dick in you!"
Sonny blatantly reached around to the front of Patty's naked pubis and began rubbing his stiffened middle finger against the exposed nakedness of her hair-fringed cunt, all in full view of her husband!
Patty suddenly felt an involuntary shiver of arousal pulse deep within the blood-lined walls of her married pussy, and a cold, dark fear crept through the naked wife.
Was she more afraid of what Sonny would do to her, or was she really afraid of what would happen if her own wicked and forbidden desires were free to rise to the surface and take unlimited control of her body.
Sonny swiftly intruded his long, bony middle finger into the liquid heat of Patty's married pussy and the voluptuous dark-haired girl clasped her ample hips sharply together as his burrowing middle finger hotly probed the clasping moistness of her pussy.
Ron looked at his wife in stunned amazement as he saw a definite look of pleasure sweep across his wife's pretty face as Sonny began drawing his sinewy middle digit in and out of Patty's forbidden orifice with slow, long sensuous strokes.
An intense hiss issued from the pretty lips of Patty as Sonny's finger banged against the rubbery depths of her nerve-packed vagina.
Patty could no longer look her husband in the face as she felt the young, vernal muscles of her twat hotly grip the shaft of Sonny's sticky, wet finger.
"You're gonna get nice and loose, ain't ya, honey," Sonny whispered.
Somehow, this lewd remark made the cuntal juices in Patty's pussy flow voluminously and there was a lurid slurping sound as Sonny continued to wantonly finger-fuck the hapless wife.
As Patty's breath transformed into a series of short, heated bursts, the men gathered around her, for they knew that this dark, sexy girl was responding to the wanton assault of Sonny, and if they knew Sonny, she would soon be a molten, jiggling mass of flesh!
Sonny's finger was sliding easily in and out of her inviting pussy now, and yes, Patty's eyes were closed as her wanton pleasure soared rapidly.
She reached down with both of her tiny, feminine hands, and performed an act so pagan it even surprised Sonny; Patty salaciously guided Sonny's stiffened middle finger in and out of her wanton pussy, deftly guiding Sonny's adulterous digit over the naked, pearly node of her clitoris!
Her legs were widely splayed and the thin, taut ridges of cartilage on the insides of her tender thighs were stretched to their ultimate limits as Patty secretly lusted for a stiff, blue-veined dick to burst into the pulsing heat of her vagina!
Patty failed to notice, but Sonny had slowed his finger-fucking to almost a halt, and before the unsuspecting wife even had time to think, the sadistic and cunning Sonny had, with one swift, deep-skewering, impaling cock-lunge, shoved the blood-filled monstrosity of his turgid, semen-bloated prick into the rubbery grip of Patty's nude asshole!
Patty screamed in stark realization at the wicked act Sonny was about to perform on her!
"No! No! I'll do anything you want!" the stunned wife pleaded. "But please not in my asshole like this! No!"
Her whimpering protestations were absolutely useless. Sonny's raging prick was mercilessly invading her asshole and her whole nakedly glistening body sweated, bucked, and writhed at the raw, primal intrusion of Sonny's two-pronged cock!
What a wicked trick Sonny had played on the hapless wife!
He had got her overworked and hot, got her all primed up, then he had rudely jammed his dick up her ass in an act of sodomistic violence!
He gazed down at Patty's flawless, nakedly-offered buttocks and leered with a ravenous passion as he shamefully drew the ragged flesh of her rectum agonizingly out of her anal opening!
Sonny began to pummel her asshole relentlessly now, and Patty felt as though her stomach was going to come gagging out of her mouth as Sonny slammed into her naked asshole with piston-like intensity!
Patty felt a sizzling slap as Sonny's heated, bloated balls slapped powerfully into the curve of her naked, hairy crotch as he reached around to the front of her nude torso and cruelly crushed her breasts together.
Sonny's prick-pounding was so wild, so bestial in its intensity, that he had suddenly knocked Patty to the ground.
She was crushed to the earth as Sonny straddled either side of her asscheeks and rode her haplessly cock-infested asshole with a velocity so vehement that she could scarcely breathe!
Suddenly, Sonny lunged forward and grabbed hold of Patty's shoulders with both of his hands, and in one swift, deft move, rolled her over so that she was spearingly impaled on top of him!
He wrapped his hairy, wiry legs around each of her dainty, feminine legs, and torturously spread her thighs apart for all the men to behold.
There was one man who was especially interested in the hairy, blood-warm depths of Patty's cunt ... BUD!
He had waited long enough! He felt his dick jerk to stiff rigidity as he salaciously eyed the fully exposed, naked shaft of her irresistible pussy!
"Goddamn!" he bellowed. "I'm a gettin' in on this!"
Suddenly Bud was standing menacingly above Patty, glowering cruelly down at her.
Bud knelt between her widely spread legs, all the time keeping his carnal glare riveted on the pulsing, juicy shaft of her married cunt!
As Patty watched Bud knead the ominous, blue-veined stiffness of his monstrous prick between his calloused fingers, a wicked thrill of arousal swept through her sweating teenage body.
Bud lay on top of Patty, his huge chest pressing cruelly against the ripe, fleshy melons of her abused tits.
Bud raised his fleshy buttocks into the air, and, in one hotly impaling lunge, sent the meaty entirety of his adulterous, bulging prick tunneling into the screaming heat of her pussy!
Good lord! Patty said to herself. I've got two pricks in me at once!
Somehow the thought that her body could actually accommodate two dicks at once fascinated her! She suddenly felt a tremendous power surging through her married loins as she realized that she could deliver sensational and wicked pleasure to these men who were now hotly working above and beneath her!
Patty's legs were widely and obscenely spread and her feet began to bounce against the earth in obscene rhythm to the wanton assault of the men's twin pricks.
"Ahhhhh!" the aroused wife mewled as she encircled Bud's shoulders with her frantic arms in an attempt to pull him closer to her.
Patty's rectal muscles were rapidly contracting involuntarily, and she actually wiggled the pert, round swells of her delicious buttocks wantonly against Bud's heated crotch.
Patty began to moan incoherently as the twin pricks of the men dug relentlessly into her.
"Hell," said one of the men. "I wish my old lady screwed like that!"
"Yeah!" one of the men said. "That girl's a fuckin' sex demon, ain't she?"
Patty was deeply into the inexorable throes of her own lust now as she lunged wantonly forward to send the turgid shaft of Bud's dick-stiffened monstrosity slithering into the clasping heat of her cunt, as the long, hard shaft of Sonny's anus-ravaging prick slid hotly out of her asshole, then slammed her tight, juicy ass hard against Sonny to take the full immensity of his adulterous cock into her anus while Bud's dick tortuously pulled the ragged flesh of her rectum lewdly against the fleshy crack of her buttocks!
"Ah! God!" Patty moaned. "Both of your huge, big cocks in me at once. I love it! I really love it!"
Ron heard the wicked, shameful cries of his wife, and he dropped his head in stark disbelief as he heard her words modulate in a series of unintelligible whimpers.
Patty's naked, sweating body bucked and writhed as though a demon were possessing every pore of her being.
She felt her lust burst with a rampaging desire as Sonny mercilessly sent the meaty shaft of his pole slithering mercilessly into her bowels!
It was as though the cocks of the men were transforming into one gigantic "super dick" which was hotly spearing every inch of her boiling insides.
"Gaaaaah! Eeya! Unpmn! Yes! Please!" she begged in a low, throaty moan. "FUCK ME! I HAVE TO CUM!"
She groaned loudly in the night air, her insane, frantic ravings drowning out the most noisy of the nocturnal insects!
Bud shot both of his brawny arms out to either side of Patty, and stiffened his legs so that he flexed and unflexed his powerful arms as though he were performing a series of eye-blurring push-ups as he dug his prick even deeper into the palpitating depths of Patty's pussy!
Patty gazed down between the deep hot valley of her ample cleavage and gazed in fascination at the wanton spectacle of Bud's purplish pole embedded between the ragged folds of her pussy!
She watched in fascination as the two-pronged dick disappeared into the moist, pouting fissure of her cunt!
She could not help feeling a surging, wild wave of lust pulse through her loins as she thought about the absolute wickedness of the act!
The thought of being wantonly fucked by two men at once was something that Patty had only heard about. And now the fact that she was actually doing it was unleashing all her repressed passions and she was turning into a machine of demon sexuality!
She suddenly tightened the muscles in her battered pussy and bruised anus in an act of unabashed frenzy. Bud and Sonny both snorted and grunted their approval as both of them tore into the sensitive, naked flesh of her twin orifices with a ravenous genital passion!
"Let's show this little whore who's boss!" Sonny bellowed to Bud.
"Yeah," Bud said. "When I get done with her, I'll burn her fucking cunt out!"
Patty felt a rampant, demonic heat steam between her widely splayed legs as the men summoned every muscle in their bodies to bring this wild and frenetic girl to abject submission.
As the men pummelled her with the insatiable lusts of their twin cocks, Patty whimpered at the top of her voice, and deep within the flaming, wanton heat of her cock-infested bowels, came the ominous, beginning rumbles of her own quaking orgasm.
"Deeper! Stick them in me deeper!" she begged.
It was as if every pore in her skin were becoming infused with an intense, longing desire to cum!
She wiggled, bucked and writhed as though she were being exquisitely tortured by a deft and manipulative sadist!
Suddenly, an intensive, mingling barrage of pain and pleasure sizzled through her entire being and she screamed at the top of her heated and overworked lungs ...
" ... Jesus! I'M CUMMING!"
Ron lifted his head, and his eyes met Patty's.
But as she screamed and trembled in the agonizingly delightful throes of her own long-worked for orgasm, Ron knew that she didn't even recognize him, that all she cared about was that wonderfully burrowing cock of Bud's in her pussy and the sodomizing bliss that Sonny was giving her from the rear!
The greedy, viselike lips of her pulsing pussy flowered around Bud's spongy headed cock like the petals of an exotic night flower, and suddenly, a sizzling sea of hot, milky sperm burst from the tiny slit in the end of his prick and flooded the ravished wife's belly with a viscous, thick surge of sloshing jism!
The virile, male potency of Bud's cock was so loaded with the bubbling white heat of his lust that the excess oozed luridly around his lewdly embedded dick and dribbled obscenely out the vibrating fissure of Patty's pulsing twat!
Suddenly, there was a grunt and a snort from Sonny, and Patty felt his huge dick-heat suddenly contact, then swell to ass-filling immensity as the torrent of bubbling jism in his throbbing cock surged like a fountain up her anus as her entire belly filled with the potent, sloshing liquid.
After the last trembling wave of Patty's orgasm had faded, the two men dismounted her and returned to the shadows to resume drinking with their friends and talking about their victory.
Patty was in a state of shock, and she crawled slowly up the steps of the plane and fell exhaustedly to the floor.
The men continued drinking heavily throughout the night.
Later in the evening when the last drunken man had finally passed out, Jeannie quietly helped Ron and Tom into the plane. The threesome was so exhausted from the terrible ordeal they had gone through, that they also fell asleep immediately.
EPILOG
A depressing blanket of nebulous, gray clouds covered the early morning sky. It seemed as if time had been suspended; there was a weird, silent stillness permeating the desolate Louisiana landscape.
For one reason or another, everyone had succumbed to the nerve-shooting elixir of sleep. Bud and his rowdy men had simply drank themselves into a drunken slumber. All of them lay sprawled haphazardly on the ground, outside of the plane.
Inside the plane were Patty, Jeannie, Ron and Tom. The girls had wrapped blankets around themselves, as their clothes had been savagely ripped to shreds in the tempestuous ordeal of the preceding night.
The girls had simply passed out on the bed from pure physical exhaustion. Their husbands were still bound and gagged, left heedlessly to suffer the pains of their bonds by Bud and his reckless crew.
Jeannie slowly roused to consciousness. She could feel the weird, gray light playing on her eyelids, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, for fear she would open them and see all those men standing in the cabin, ready to subject her and Patty to another humiliating ordeal.
She inched her eyes open slowly, keeping her eyelids down so it still looked as though she were asleep. She could dimly see Patty stretched out beside her, and in the distance, the bound and gagged forms of her husband and her friend. She slowly rose off of the bed and gazed through the small passenger window of the airplane to view the sleeping men sprawled on the ground outside.
It quickly occurred to her that now, right now was probably the only chance that the foursome would have for escape!
She had to act swiftly!
She must be quiet!
She must be quick!
Jeannie slowly rocked Patty's head back and forth in an attempt to wake her up.
"Ahhhhh!" Patty screamed.
"Shhhsh!" Jeannie frantically warned her friend as she put her hand over Patty's mouth!
"Patty listen! They're all asleep! If we all keep our head on our shoulders, we can get out of here!"
"O.K." Patty said. "Let's try to wake up Ron and Tom!"
The girls crept on the floor of the plane's cabin over to their husbands. Jeannie succeeded in waking up Tom, and he looked amazedly into her eyes.
"You're all right?" he asked.
"Yes," Jeannie said, kissing him. "Listen, Tom! They're all asleep out there! We can get away if we hurry!"
"Yeah! Let's go! Get me out of these things!"
Jeannie frantically began untying the bundle of cruelly tight knots which the men had shackled him with.
Patty helped Ron, and soon both men were free.
Tom crept to the loading door and cautiously opened it.
The foursome crept quietly down the steps and maneuvered themselves clear of the deeply snoring men.
Patty, Ron Tom, and Jeannie were now in the forest and clear of their captors.
"I think I was on the way out of here last night," Jeannie said. "There's a clear tunnel through the brush over there."
She pointed to the path she had taken last night before Curly had captured her.
The foursome began following the trail.
Bud's head was changing with the nauseating pain of his hangover and his lungs were seared from the voluminous quantity of cigars he had smoked last night. His belly was growling for food as he stumbled to his feet and lumbered toward the airplane.
"I'll make those sluts cook us all breakfast!" he said in a low grumble. "Then we'll have some more fun! Can't get too much of a good thing!"
As Bud stepped into the cabin, his eyes widened in true rage and he stomped his feet on the floor.
"Goddamnit! They're run out on me! I'll teach 'em to double-cross me!"
He blustered into the circle bellowing and shaking his fists.
"Everyone up! Get up! Get your butts in gear! We've gotta find them!"
There were disgruntled groans and moans from the heavily hungover men as Bud travelled to each man, kicking and shaking them into groggy consciousness.
"Hey! What the hell?"
"Wow! Do I have a headache!"
"Leave me alone! I wanna sleep!"
"Up! Up! You lazy bastards! Those two sluts and their old men have beat it on us! We gotta find 'em before they go shootin' their mouths to the Feds! Get up you dumb shits! You wanna end up in the can?"
The thought of incarceration was enough to rouse the lazy men to frantic action. Within five minutes, everyone was dressed and ready to move out.
Bud was in a rage! He was incensed that Jeannie had not learned a lesson from the vengeance he had let his men wreak on her. He bolted into the cabin and returned, carrying a shotgun.
All eyes were on him.
"I'm gonna fix all of 'em so's they don't tell nobody nothing'!"
The men became uneasy. Most of them were not in the mood to become linked to a murder.
"Now just a minute," Curly said. "Don't go gettin all upset, Bud. We'll find 'em, just like we did last night."
Bud considered the consequences, but was still fit to kill.
"O.K. boys! You've got fifteen minutes to find 'em and haul 'em back here. If you don't find 'em I'm goin' after 'em!"
The men scrambled into formation, for they knew that Bud would keep his word.
They spread out in all directions of the thicket, madly searching for the escaped foursome.
* * *
"Listen!" Tom said. "They're onto us! They know we've escaped!"
In the distance could be heard the savage and vicious cursing of the raging men.
"We've got to get off the ground! We've got to hide! That's how I was caught last night!"
"What about these trees?" Tom asked. "Can't we hide in the tops? They certainly look thick enough."
"Yeah!" Ron said. "Sounds like a good idea! Let's go!"
Frantically the foursome climbed to the uppermost top of a thick tree.
Within seconds the men were in the area, savagely scouting the brush for their prey
"I don't get it!" roared Curly. "I don't get it!"
"They couldn't have just disappeared," grumbled one of the men.
Curley's eyes suddenly seized upon the tree above him and he saw the gold blanket that Jeannie had wrapped around herself.
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch! Look at that!" Curly said as he pointed to the tree and the men saw the foursome huddled together in the tree above.
"Now you people get down and I mean now!" Curly roared. "Cause if I have to come up there and get you, someone's gonna get hurt, and it won't be me!"
Suddenly the men became silent as the drone of a gasoline engine drowned out the chirping sounds of the insects.
"What the hell's that?" Curly said, staring in stupefaction at the sky.
Like a mechanical grasshopper, the army helicopter loomed out of the clouds and began circling the area where Bud's plane was banked.
"Hey," said the young pilot to his copilot. "There's a guy down there with a shotgun."
The co-pilot grabbed a pair of binoculars from the utility rack and began surveying the forest.
"Hey, Jack," the co-pilot said, "clip on over there to the central part of those trees. Something weird's going on here."
The helicopter swooped into the area where the men had trapped the foursome in the treetop.
Jeannie saw the helicopter and thrust the gold blanket to the top of the tree and waved the blanket frantically.
"Hey, Jack," said the co-pilot to the pilot, "there's a naked girl and some other people in a tree down there and a bunch of men standing under the tree throwing rocks!"
"We'd better radio for assistance," the pilot said.
* * *
Within five minutes, there were five army helicopters busily buzzing the forest and the area where Bud's plane was banked.
The men had seen the barrage of copters, and were now frantically scrambling back to where the plane was landed in order to effect a quick getaway.
Bud had plans of his own. He was madly trying to get the plane started; he didn't give a damn about his men.
The five copters landed in a smooth line in the clear area. Troops armed with threatening automatic rifles jumped out of the copters and immediately encircled the area.
"All right!" shouted a formidable looking sergeant, "Everyone freeze!"
The men stood immobile, with angry looks of pent-up rage on their puzzled faces.
"Whose plane is that?" the sergeant asked.
All of the men's eyes turned to Bud, and the sergeant automatically knew to whom the plane belonged.
"Yeah, it's mine," Bud said.
Jeannie, Patty, Ron and Tom, had hurriedly climbed down from the tree when they had spotted the Army helicopters circling the area. All of the troopers turned to watch the strange spectacle of the two girls, their bodies scantily wrapped in the blankets, file into the circle, followed by their husbands.
The sergeant walked up to Jeannie.
"Well, Mam," he said. "Exactly what happened here?"
Jeannie could not speak, but could only stare wide-eyed at Bud. Finally, she managed a weak comment:
"Ask him," Jeannie said, pointing to Bud.
"O.K. fella, looks like you've got some explaining to do. Men! Take these four into town. We'll put all this together later." Jeannie, Tom, Patty, and Ron slowly filed into the roomy Army helicopter.
As the copter became airborne, Jeannie looked below at the scattered grouping of men, all surrounded by troops.
The worst was over. That was a fact. She looked into the face of her husband and managed a smile.
Could she patch up the damage that had been done? Would things ever be the same between them? They had the rest of their lives to try and readjust to handle the full nightmare they had been through.
