The variety of potential human reactions in an emergency situation is as wide-ranging as the variety of humanity itself. Time and again it has proven impossible to predict the manner in which any two individuals may react when confronted by mortal danger in any of its multitudinous forms. Some men run away, others stand and fight, and some do literally nothing at all. We are each unique individuals, and our temperaments and our potential for self-defense and protection are every bit as unique as our fingerprints.
It is quite possible for sex, and the capacity for sexual love, to be utilized in emergency situations as a subtle weapon of either defense of offense. Throughout the ages, man's weaknesses and strengths in the sexual arena have made humanity uniquely unpredictable when confronted with peril. Each and every one of us seems to be born with the instinct to use our sexual capabilities in such emergency situations, but while in some of us that knowledge and capability never reaches its full potential, in others it may blossom into full maturity almost overnight, in the face of adversity.
The story you are about to read is just such a tale, of a lovely young woman who has been suddenly, and without warning, brought face-to-face with mortal peril in its most terrifying form: the depravity of her fellow men. You may, perhaps, be able to see something of yourself, or something of your loved ones, in the reactions of our heroine to her danger in that hour of need. Certainly, you may sympathize with her as she finds herself suddenly cast as an unwilling student in the proverbial "school of hard knocks," with no choice except adaptation and affirmative self-defense if she is to survive.
Join us, then, for the unfolding of our tale. It is a story as old as the history of man himself, and yet as timely as tomorrow's headlines. It is a universal story of human striving and suffering, agony and triumph. None who pass through that psychic fire with our heroine shall emerge unscathed.
CHAPTER 1
Paula Green floored the accelerator of her Chevrolet and brought the little economy sedan off the looping entry ramp and onto the deserted stretch of California freeway. As far as she could see ahead of her through the windshield, or behind in the rear-view mirror, there was no sign of another automobile along that whole barren, arrow-straight section of Interstate 5.
-Paula didn't mind the isolation in the least In fact, if she had stopped to give it a passing thought, she would in all-likelihood have been glad that she had no other cars to share the road with. On an empty highway she would be free to drive and cruise as she wished, concentrating on the road with only part of her mind, while the rest looked backward into memory or ahead to coming events.
The future, of course, looked most interesting of all to young Paula Green at that particular moment. After five years of college she was finally on her way out in to the real world, winging her way-or at least driving, she mentally corrected with awry little smile-toward her beginning days as a sixth grade teacher in the little town of Redding. That was woodland country, she knew, where it snowed in the winters and the sky was blue and clear and not the least bit like that gray muck hanging over her home town of Los Angeles. A nice, simple little town, leading a nice simple life, free from the worries of police strikes and muggings, race riots and overpopulation.
Paula turned on the radio and spun the tuning knob aimlessly, found nothing to her liking amid the choice of three country-western stations, and shut the radio off again. She began to hum softly to herself, a romantic ballad from one of her very favorite motion pictures. A love story, naturally.
The trip to Redding, the whole potentially traumatic uprooting ceremony which accompanies the founding of a new life miles away, had been going smoothly for Paula thus far. In fact, she had to admit that she loved the excitement and hustle-bustle, even the unavoidable moments of confusion. Above all, she took pardonable pride in the way she had so far managed to keep her head under fire, arranging all the details without having to ask her parents to dip into their ever full well of "helpful" advice.
For Paula Green was not merely leaving Los Angeles: she was Leaving Home as well, with all that the grim designation implied. Friends, parents and the warm security blanket of family dependability were behind her for the first time, fading like the miles of blacktop ribbon in her rear-view mirror as she drove steadily northward. Yes, the trip to Redding and a new life was a very large one for her, but all the same, she welcomed it.
Paula frowned with mock severity as she mentally checked off her vital statistics in a sort of silent roll-call. She was a 21-year-old virgin, and while it was not precisely true, in the words of the old song, that she had never been kissed, she had done very little else that was either novel or in the least bit adventurous. Once, more than a year past, she had allowed a boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now) to slide his hand inside her sweater and briefly (very briefly) caress the full orb of one breast, but that was the sum total of her sexual experience to date.
Perhaps I'll do something about that in Redding! she told herself, a little smile now replacing the mock-comic frown.
Not that she expected the tiny mountain hamlet to be overflowing with eligible bachelors; far from it. But maybe, just perhaps, it would be the sort of serene setting she needed in which to blossom and unfold, gradually reaching her full potential by degrees, not just in the sexual area, but in every respect.
Paula shot a quick glance at the gasoline gauge, glad that she had stopped at the last station fifteen miles back. Interstate 5 was notorious for its shortage of service stops in some places, and she did not imagine getting stranded out there all alone with Redding now almost within her grasp.
The road was so flat, and the day so clear, that she saw the two hitchhikers standing at roadside from almost a mile away. They were tiny specks at first, slowly growing and resolving themselves into human forms; the forms, in fact, of a boy and girl standing side by side on the shoulder of the road.
Paula slowed the car, out of curiosity at first, wincing to herself as the remembered voice of her mother came suddenly strong in her mind: Whatever you do, don't stop for any strangers! Paula had a memory, also, of having heard somewhere that it was illegal to hitchhike along freeways in California, and yet here the young couple was, each beaming broad smiles her way and the young man raising a suntanned arm and fist, his thumb erect in the age-old silent gesture of pleading.
Paula tried to remember whether she had passed any cars broken down at roadside during the past few miles, but couldn't recall a single one. Still, it was just possible that the young people were in some sort of trouble, and they didn't look dangerous.. . .
She was reaching over to open the passenger's door from the inside almost before the car had come to a complete stop, smiling up at the girl who now slid into the seat beside her. The young man followed, both of them voicing their most profound thanks for her kindness as she mentally assessed them and sized them up.
At close range, Paula saw that neither of them were quite as young as she had thought from a distance. In fact, the boy, or young man, must have been quite close to her own age, though the girl was plainly no more than 18 or 19. They were both dressed in worn but clean clothing of the "hippy" style, the boy in a sleeveless denim jacket and blue jeans, the girl in a tie-died T-shirt and matching faded pants. A quick glance made it plain to Paula that the girl had nothing on underneath that clinging, form-fitting T-shirt which hugged her tight young breasts so provocatively.
"Thanks again for stopping," the girl was saying. "It's a real bummer standing out there all day with these old geezers driving by like they can't see you right there under their noses."
"Yeah," her male companion drawled in agreement. "Some of those establishment cats almost looked like they'd rather run over us than give us a lift."
Paula smiled inwardly, wondering what these two flower children would do or say if they only knew that she herself was on her way to become a teacher-to join the selfsame Establishment they professed to deplore. The thought passed, and she asked, "How far are you going?"
"Anywhere we end up," the boy said noncommittally, flashing a glance toward his youing female companion that looked to Paula almost like a warning.
"Well, I'm going to Redding," Paula offered in return. "You can ride that far with me, or get out anywhere you like along the way."
"That's fine lady," the boy said. "Just great." At the same time, the girl snickered lightly, in a way which strangely disturbed Paula.
As she drove on in silence, Paula became vaguely aware of eyes upon her, and when she chanced a quick peek from the corner of her eye, she found the young man leaning slightly forward in his seat as if to stare at her. His narrowed eyes were constantly in motion, roving over the swell which her prominent young breasts made beneath her tight-fitting knit sweater, down the smooth flatness of her belly to the glimpse of stockinged thigh visible beneath the hem of her snug skirt. Somehow, the direction and intensity of his staring unnerved Paula, and she briefly considered asking him to turn the other way, but finally dismissed the idea as an example of helpless paranoia.
They had covered some thirty miles in that fashion, with the young hitchhikers turning all attempts at conversation aside with increasingly rude monosyllables, when Paula felt herself beginning to get annoyed. She was just about to remind them both that they were in the car and off their feet, when there came a soft metallic click beside her right ear and she suddenly felt the sharp tip of a knife blade pressing painfully into the soft triangle of ivory flesh behind her ear.
Paula froze where she sat, her arms locking out straight in front of her as she gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fists, her foot suddenly feeling like a lump of lifeless stone pressing the accelerator pedal.
"Cool it, mama!" the young man hissed at her, punctuating the order with an excruciating little twist of the razor-edged blade. "Don't panic on us here! Take it easy and you'll come through this in fine shape, guaranteed."
Paula tried to nod, to demonstrate her cooperative spirit, but she abandoned the motion when it only increased the pain of the knifepoint pressing behind her ear. Already she feared that the blade might have broken through the surface of her soft skin.
"Good!" the boy said at length. He whipped his head from side to side, blonde hair flying about his face as he scanned the highway ahead of them and behind in a search for other cars. "We're clear now. Pull over to the side nice and easy now. Stop this heap, but make sure you keep the motor running."
Paula obeyed his instructions as best she could willing herself to ignore the burning contact of the knife above her carotid artery as she slowed the car to a halt and cautiously set the emergency brake, leaving the small engine idling smoothly in neutral.
"That was beautiful," the boy complemented mockingly. "Now get in the back seat, and be quick about it."
Not understanding, Paula had her hand on the handle of her door when a low snarl from the boy and increased pressure from the knife blade halted her.
"Nothing imagine, bitch!" the young man grated. "Just crawl over the seat like you used to do at the drive-in!"
Paula made no move to obey until the menacing knife was withdrawn from her throat, and then, struggling to fight back the tears of fright and anger which gathered in her eyes, she slowly turned in her seat, awkwardly rising to her knees in the small space allowed her between the back of the seat and the nearby steering wheel. It was awkward and difficult crawling over the back of one seat and into the other, and there was no way to keep her short skirt from riding up all the way around her firm young hips as she did so. She blushed furiously when the young man whistled softly at sight of her tanned thighs and sky-blue little bikini panties under the skirt. She could almost feel his eyes lingering over her crotch and ass before she dropped painfully into the back seat of the Chevy, like a furtive intimate caress from an unclean hand.
She learned the names of her young captors quite by accident at that moment. The boy said, "You drive, Marsha," and the blonde girl replied smilingly, "Sure, Frankie, you go have yourself a time."
Paula did not understand the girl's words at first, but one possible meaning became painfully obvious to her as the boy named Frankie followed her in climbing into the back seat of the car. That vehicle was already in motion and pulling out onto the long empty freeway when he joined her there. She tried to stay as far away from him as possible, shrinking over against the far left-hand side of the interior, but he moved swiftly to sit close beside her, his left arm looping about her shoulders while his right hand toyed idly with the long, wicked switchblade knife.
"Yeah, we're gonna have us a time alright," he said reflectively, as if speaking more for his own ears than hers. "We're gonna have us a real good time, yes sir!"
Paula could not help noticing that he kept his eyes on her body rather than her face. He stared long and hard at the ripe swell of her firm young breasts beneath the snug sweater, undressing her with his leering eyes, and after long moments of that inspection which made her cringe inwardly, he stretched out his right hand to touch her.
Actually, it was not his hand, but rather the tip of his long, cruel knife blade, which first touched Paula's trembling female flesh. She could not take her widened eyes from that cold weapon as it advanced with fluid grace to lightly graze the outer swell of her right tit. The sensation it produced, an unpleasant scraping tickle, produced a shudder along her spine which the boy misinterpreted as arousal.
Frankie's eyes were shining with the unmistakable light of pure animalistic lust as he let the sharp knife point stray slowly, tauntingly across the soft curve of Paula's breast, approaching her nipple with agonizing slowness. To her own considerable consternation, she noticed that the aching fear which gripped her was having its effect on her cherry little nipples as well, causing them to stiffen slightly and poke out with some prominence through the lacy material of her bra and the more substantial covering of her woolen sweater. She winced as the tip of the young man's switchblade knife flicked quickly and painfully across the now-visible tip of her tingling little nipple bud.
Gradually tiring of his sadistic game, Frankie brought the cold blade down from the slope of her straining breast at long last and into the deep valley between her tits. The sweater she wore fit her snuggly, like a rather provocative second skin, and her cleavage was therefore quite pronounced. He held the knife's tip there in that soft valley, twirling it slightly so that the sharp point caught and snagged in the soft knitted material.
"It's about time for you to join the party," he said, leering evilly at her. "And you still got way too many clothes on, baby!"
So saying, he reversed his grip on the knife, holding it now so that the blade angled downward Paula's waist, with the tip still snagged in her sweater. Slowly, almost lovingly, he began to pass that sharp blade downward along the length of her torso, its keen edge slicing through the material of the sweater with a soft hissing sound, letting the garment fall open in front to expose Paula's upper breasts, lacy white bra, and the soft flesh of her stomach.
Glancing down her body as he undressed her in that unorthodox fashion, Paula was slightly amazed to see her sweater falling apart, as if some invisible zipper had suddenly chosen that moment to open of its own accord. She shuddered uncontrollably as the hard, cold blade grazed a dread path along the fluttering flesh of her flat little belly before passing on to split the hem of her too. Two quick flicks of the knife tossed the useless scraps of yarn back on either side, and then she was bare to the waist before her captor, her breasts covered only by the lacy half-cups of her sheer, almost transparent bra as she sat there trembling and on the verge of hysterical tears.
Frankie said nothing to her as he sat there, turning the knife over slowly in his right hand and feasting his eyes on her luscious near-nakedness, but his increased rate of breathing, tobether with the sudden bulge in the crotch of his jeans which Paula was unable to totally ignore, told her plainly and beyond question that he was becoming rapidly more aroused by the moment.
"You got some fine body, mama!" he said after another long moment, finally putting his lust into words.
His right hand flicked out like the lightning-fast strike of a serpent and Paula gasped aloud as the two now-useless halves of her brassiere sagged away to reveal the thrusting cones of her tight young breasts in all their naked glory. So swift had been his movement that she had not even felt the knife blade when it passed between her tits for the second time, cutting her bra in half where it joined in front.
Frankie stared hard at her breasts for long moments before he dared to touch them. Paula breathed a sigh of relief when the bright knife in his hand dropped away out of her line of sight, but suddenly his head dipped down and forward, and she could barely stifle a cry of fear and outrage as his hot mouth captured the thrusting little stem of her right nipple. She was bringing her hands up in reflexive reaction, to thrust his face away from her naked tit, when she felt the unmistakable indentation of the knife's point on her tremulous belly, just above the snug waistband of her skirt. With a jerky little sob of unwilling surrender, she slumped back against the backrest of the seat, a solitary tear overflowing at the corner of one eye and coursing down her pale cheek as she grimly submitted to the latest outrage.
Frankie applied himself zealously to the task of sucking each of Paula's straining, naked breasts in turn. And, she was forced to admit in one aloof and objective corner of her terror-stricken mind, he did seem to possess a sort of talent for wringing every electrifying jolt of erotic sensation possible from the aching nerve endings of her violated tit. He captured each rigid little nipple in its turn between his sharp white teeth, holding it there like a tiny hostage while he lashed it unmercifully into quivering submission with his darting, flicking tongue. And then, just when Paula might think that she was in some measure able to control the sensations being inflicted upon her, he would inhale a whole great mouthful of tender, succulent breast-flesh, fairly sucking and gnawing on it until little moaning cries rose unbidden in her throat.
My God! she thought suddenly to herself, can this be really happening to me? Can I possibly be getting aroused by the fact that this lunatic is sucking and licking my breasts while he holds me at knifepoint?
And yet, as incredible as it might have sounded to the young hostage teacher, that is exactly what happening! There was no denying any longer the fact the Frankie's unwelcome mouth had awakened some distinctly pleasurable sensations in her captive nipples, and those sensations were fanning out now across her heaving little belly to ignite smoldering embers of responsive desire in the tight little valley of her cunt. She squirmed nervously on the car seat, tightly clenching her thighs together in an effort to smother those sparks of lust before they could burst into full flame. Her efforts were in vain, however, since her movements pulled her little bikini panties tighter against the lips of her already tingling little pussy, increasing the inciteful erotic friction there. At one point, the silky crotch band of her panties, drawn tight as a bow string, actually chafed against the burning little pleasure node of her clitoris, causing Paula to stiffen where she sat with a momentary spasm of unrestrained passion. A blush of shame rose to her cheeks as she felt the crotch of her panties growing undeniably moist.
Frankie plainly noted her unconscious reaction to his own lewd oral stimulation of her naked tits, and he chuckled lewdly, rumbling deep in his throat, as he correctly interpreted her mental dilemma. Skilled in the ways of sexual persuasion despite his young years, the boy felt certain that he could have this haughty woman under his complete sensual control in a relatively short period of time.
Never taking his mouth from the hot little nipple stem he was sucking, Frankie reached around behind him and carefully laid his open knife down on the car seat. With both hands empty then, he suddenly clawed at the tight waistband of Paula's short skirt, rending the material with a violent savagery that made her cry out aloud in surprise and sudden terror. She squirmed violently, but had no hope for actual escape from his sucking mouth and clawing hands, and in short order he was able to tug and rip the skirt from her body, tossing the scraps aside to leave her naked except for her skimpy little panties.
Paula Green could no longer restrain a little mewling sob of fear which rose unbidden in her tight throat. She felt a grim war being enacted inside herself, between the conflicting emotions which held her prisoner. On the one hand, she was deathly afraid of Frankie and his female companion; the young man's eyes and hands upon her nearly naked figure made her cringe in raw terror. At the same time, however, there was something undeniably and intensely erotic about the whole experience, something which she supposed must verge on the inciteful rape fantasy which psychologists claim to find in the unconscious mind of nearly every woman.
But this is no fantasy! she reminded herself needlessly. This nightmare is really happening, and I have no idea whether I'll even get out of it alive.
Frankie was moving again, bending slightly toward Paula now, and as he stretched out his hand to touch her she noticed almost absent-mindedly that he had once more set the cruel knife aside. She trembled as his hand grazed along the flat expanse of her tummy, tracking unerringly downward until his fingertips halted at the clinging elastic waistband of her tight little bikini panties. There he paused, as if thinking to himself, slowly, a lustful little smile playing across his cruelly handsome face.
When the boy moved, it was with characteristic suddenness and violence. Hooking clawed fingers into the waistband of her sheer panties, he jerked violently outward and downward with his hand, shredding the delicate material as if it was just so much gossamer in his grasp. Paula gasped aloud as she heard her panties being torn away from her body; the force of Frankie's violent motion lifted her tight little ass cheeks several inches off the car seat before dropping them back again with a bounce that set her breasts in provocative motion.
Young Paula Green was now totally nude before her captors. She turned away from Frankie, looking up into the rearview mirror and catching Marsha's eyes on her as well. They were hard eyes for a girl so young, and Paula found no hint of pity in them as she sat trembling under their gaze.
The sudden touch of Frankie's strong hands upon her body snapped Paula's mind and full attention back to the immediate peril at hand. He had seized her about the hips with both hands, and now was exerting the full strength of his powerful arms to reposition her on the seat, turning her half way around so that she was facing toward him, then dragging her closer until her ass cheeks were right on the very edge of the seat. Paula seemed strangely to have no will or strength of her own with which to resist, and as he chuckled lewdly over her compliance, she slumped back meekly, sobbing fitfully, against the back of the seat, half-reclining now.
The young would-be teacher had been sure that Frankie meant to rape her immediately, but now she learned that he had nothing so hasty in mind. His strong hands were upon her tremulous legs, spreading them apart and repositioning them to best advantage, like a puppeteer setting up his prize marionette before the next command performance. Paula briefly considered kicking him in the face, then abandoned the idea as suicidal under the circumstances.
Paula sat in quiet, trembling fear as the young man had arrayed her, leaning back in the corner of the seat so that she was almost prostrate, with one shapely leg trailing limply on the floorboards and the other bent, propped up at an angle and resting flat-footed on the seat cushion. She realized clearly that the compromising position left her entire pussy area fully exposed to his searching, lustful eyes, and almost as an afterthought, a pathetic concession to hopeless modesty, she crossed her arms limply across her breasts, hoping at the least to hide her rigid little nipples from his gaze.
If Frankie noticed that pitiful effort at concealment, he opted to ignore it, content for the moment to feast his lecherous eyes on the curling, downy triangle of the female hostage's pubic thatch. Nestling there in the heart of that sensual forest was the virginal pink slit of her cunt, and as he bent closer, peering through the downy curls with narrowed eyes, he could see that those pouting nether lips were already moist and glistening with the seepage of her involuntary sexual lubrication. It was the only indicator light he needed to let him know that his planned oral assault on her quivering, vibrant young tits had been totally successful as planned. The little cunt was a hot number all right! Juicing up right there in front of him in spite of herself, and in spite of her obvious terror.
Slowly, almost leisurely, Frankie began undressing as he knelt on the floorboards their between Paula's widespread, outstretched legs. All the while, as he tauntingly divested himself of jacket and T-shirt, his eyes roamed at will over the naked, arousing tableau of her body displayed there before him, his mental images and fantasy making his hard cock lurch with increased passion inside the tight restraint of his jeans.
Frankie attacked that final restraint at long last, fairly ripping at the fly of his jeans and deftly peeling the pants, along with his while jockey shorts, down over his hips and buttocks, shoving them roughly down his tanned thighs as he became more eager, less hesitant in his passion. His long cock bobbed free of all restraints at last, wavering about for an instant like some immense and angry cobra, then finally aiming arrow-straight and steady toward the beckoning little slit of Paula Green's nearby cuntal orifice.
Paula's brown eyes widened in a combination of shock and fascination as she beheld an aroused male penis for the very first time in her young life. Of course, she had been at least slightly aware of the occasional bulges which mysteriously developed within her boyfriend's slacks whenever they danced close together or when he kissed her goodnight at her door, and though she had long known the process of erection, it had always been mere theory to her before that chilling moment. Suddenly, it had become fact, a clear and present danger. The word, indeed, had been transformed into enflamed, tumescent flesh before her very eyes.
Having stripped himself as far as necessary, Frankie moved forward, closer to Paula's reclining, trembling form. The young woman thought she heard a low, lustful chuckle from the front seat of the speeding Chevy, but had not time to think about it as she face a more pressing danger closer at hand.
The young man stretched out his hands, laying his palms flat against the soft flesh of her pale inner thighs. With surprising gentleness he began to stroke and caress that sensitive flesh, his eyes marking the desired effect as Paula began to tremble visibly, and gooseflesh broke out prominently on her arms and legs. His own desire was plainly growing as he touched and petted the feminine nudity on display there, and Paula could not seemed to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of his lurching, jumping, jumping cock as he knelt there before her, stroking and caressing her bare thighs. She lay there, staring, fascinated like a bird hypnotized by the serpent's approach.
Not long content with merely stroking Paula's legs, Frankie soon set his strong hands free to roam over her entire naked body. He brushed her arms away from her tits and hefted the ripe orbs in his palms, moving his hands in a rotary motion with the stiffened little nipples centered in his hands, chafing incitefully as he stroked and kneaded her throbbing, pulsing mammary flesh. From there, his hands roamed far and wide over her belly, hips and loins, probing and pushing, then stroking and fondling, until Paula felt herself being gradually reduced to little more than a quaking, quivering, moaning mass of enflamed erotic nerve endings.
Frankie was well pleased by the effect his total body massage was having upon his nude and writhing young female captive. He read the little mewling cries which rose from her throat accurately, knowing in his mind that she was hovering on the very brink of total sensual surrender, and that the very slightest shove was all he needed to push her over that brink, and to place her completely at his lecherous mercy. Frankie snickered aloud as he decided exactly what form that lustful little "shove" should take.
Bending quickly at the waist, and without taking his active hands from the young woman's excited tits, Frankie quickly buried his face in the moist, curling thatch of Paula's damp pubic hair. The young woman let out an audible gasp of horrified surprise and struggled to sit upright, but the combination of her awkward reclining position and the pressure of Frankie's restraining hands on her breasts conspired to make her remain as she was. There was nothing that she could do except lie there, sobbing and groaning, staring down her body through the valley between her tits while the boy ardently began licking and sucking her cuntal lips.
Frankie applied himself to this new oral assault with the same zeal he had shown in tonguingand sucking Paula's naked breasts a short while earlier. His hot, darting tongue flicked and teased along the whole length of her vaginal crevice, pausing here and there to taunt and tease at areas which drew a special gasp or jerking reaction from her trembling captive. Then, when Paula's mind was about to snap under the torment of the taunting, tickling motion of his tongue, he would suddenly adopt a new tack, sucking in a great mouthful of cuntal flesh and gnawing it ruthlessly in his passion
After a few long moments, when his captive was plainly beyond any effective resistance, Frankie brought both his hands down from Paula's straining breasts to join the attack on her pussy. Now he deftly pried her swollen outer labia apart, curling his tongue ever deeper to torment the moist, coralline flesh that lay within. He swirled his active, leaping tongue around and around the tight little mouth of Paula's vaginal opening itself, then swept on and upward to lash back and forth over the tinglingly erectile little pleasure bud of her burning clitoris.
That final electrifying contact, the actual grating of the young man's tongue against her super-sensitive clit, brought a groan of mingled frustration and latent desire to Paula's suddenly-dry throat. Her spine arched reflexively, involuntarily, and her hips bucked upward and off the seat as if of their own accord, to bring her cunt into closer conjunction with the hot mouth and tongue that were giving her so much undreamed-of pleasure.
Paula could feel her self-control receding, slipping farther and farther away with every flicking, tormenting stroke of the young kidnapper's expert tongue, but there seemed to be nothing she could do to regain mastery over her own traitorous mind and body. She was caught now in the powerful grip of erotic sensations which she could not control, and she suddenly feared that there might be no turning back for her short of-yes, she was forced to make the silent admission in her mind, she knew that she would not have the will to stop him now until she had in fact been treated to some sort of orgasmic relief and satisfaction, some freedom from the overpowering sexual tension even then building up a head of steam in her young loins.
Frankie, at that moment, and without looking up at Paula's sweating face, was able to read her bodily reactions through his sense of touch and taste, much as a blind man might read Braille, or detect the presence of a silent person in a room from the sound of his breathing. There was some slight but unmistakable change even in the aroma and the flavor of the woman's cunt now, signaling him as plainly as did the sudden relaxation of her formerly-tight muscles, that she was coming around and gradually moving toward total, even willing acceptance of his lecherous assault upon her nude body. Very soon now, he knew with certainty, she would advance beyond mere surrender and become much more, an active and eager participant in her own rowdy sexual defilement.
Somehow it was that knowledge, the certainty of his power to make this and any other woman accept him even against her will and better judgment, which gave Frankie his supreme enjoyment in sex. It was, in its own way, far better than the tempestuous orgasm which he anticipated they would soon share.
Putting his naked hostage to one final test before moving on to the next stage of his erotic assault, Frankie furled his tongue tightly, making it assume almost the form of a tiny surrogate penis as it protruded from between his sharp, white teeth. Without delay and without warning, taking Paula completely by surprise, he aligned his stiffened tongue with the tight mouth of her secret vaginal channel, then rammed his face forward with great force, burying his tongue in her virginal cunt until his bared teeth pressed tightly against the soft, pink meat of her inner cunt.
The reaction was both immediate and emphatic.
Paula arched her back almost in a bow, a great sobbing cry of mingled passion and shame grating in her throat as she twisted and writhed there on the back seat of her car. At the same moment, acting almost of their own volition, her hands shot downward, clawed fingers tangling in Frankie's blonde hair and tugging his face even tighter against her straining, writhing pussy, seeking to bury his tongue even deeper in the needing, aching depths of her yearning little cunt.
Frankie read her surrender without specific words, and responded accordingly, reaming her cunt with his rigid tongue until she lay limp and gasping with desire. He drank deeply from the free-flowing river of her feminine lust secretions, and when he had satisfied his erotic thirst, he pulled his face away from her loins and rocked back on his haunches, chuckling lewdly, his lips and lower face still slick with the moisture of her.
A strangled little sound of frustration and desire escaped from Paula's lips, and she felt the blush of shame as she felt the need for him burning deep inside her loins. Her hips instinctively lifted off the seat cushion and rotated frantically in mid-air, beckoning him back to her, to satisfy her.
"Wha ...what? ...Why did you stop?" she fairly sobbed at last, disgusted by the panting tone of undisguised lust in her own whining voice.
"Don't worry baby," Frankie replied with another lewd snicker. "You won't have to wait long, or settle for my tongue, either. You're going to get treated to the real thing!"
In her lust-dazed state, the full meaning and import of his words did not sink in upon Paula's befuddled mind. She knew only that he was offering her a chance for relief from her sensual torment, a chance to attain the orgasmic goal which she now sought so fervently with every straining fiber of her naked being.
"Oh yes, please," she said, surprised to find herself fairly begging this naked stranger for god-only-knew-what further sexual degradation. "Please, yes, God! Please, please."
"Ask and you shall receive," the young man said tauntingly, drawing himself up now to an approximation of his full height as he knelt there between her widely-splayed legs, looming over her naked and prostrate form in the back seat of the car. His rigid prick loomed above her vulnerable little pussy slit like the evil and of some dark magician.
Grasping the thick rod of his cock in one hand, Frankie reached out with the other to touch Paula's juicy little cunt. His deft fingertips spread the outer lips of her pussy to reveal the pink softness within, and at the same time his pelvis lurched suddenly forward, bringing the purple helmet-shaped glans of his circumcised cock into immediate contact with the moist, hot flesh of Paula's inner pussy.
The young schoolteacher stiffened into instant rigidity at that burning, electrifying contact of Frankie's cockhead against her secret genitalia. She then began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, quaking with a combination of fear at what was to come, and passion as she realized that she no longer had any serious desire to postpone it. In fact, although until that moment she had been unable to seriously contemplate the sudden loss of her own virginity, there was no denying the fact that she thought she might almost welcome intrusion of the young blonde stranger's penis into her virginal little pussy.
Paula felt her thighs moving involuntarily apart, as if drawn wide by some supreme will over which she had no control. A blush of shame and humiliation rose to her pale cheeks, but was just as quickly transformed into a flush of passion as Frankie proceeded to stroke the hot, wet tip of his shaft up and down the clasping little valley of her fertile young cunt. Electrifying jolts of erotic sensation flared in her captive pussy, radiating outward across her trembling and heaving torso to light responsive flares of lust elsewhere, especially in the rigid, jutting nipples surmounting her excited young breasts. Paula was panting openly now, not from fear, but from the raw energy unleashed in her by the depth and strength of her sudden sensual needs.
Frankie taunted her cunt for a while longer yet, first probing with the head of his cock around the tight little mouth of her vagina itself, then tracking on to nudge and taunt her tingling little clitoral node, knowing that pressure in that super-sensitive area would produce the utmost in immediate erotic reaction from his trembling, half-willing victim. And he was not disappointed in his quest, for almost immediately Paula Green was panting and writhing more excitedly than ever, unable to suppress or deny her own obvious reaction to his inciteful genital manipulation of her loins.
Tiring at long last of that foreplay, however outwardly stimulating it might be for both of them, Frankie endeavored at last to gain the ultimate victory over his prostrate young hostage. Squaring off his hips, he poised the thick tip of his cock directly against the ring of her cuntal orifice, then pressed forward to the attack once again. His thick, blunt glans bore down inexorably against the clasping eye of her never-tried little cunt, and with a final gasp of triumph he felt it pop inside of her pussy.
Paula stiffened once more, groaning aloud with a combination of passion and pain as she felt a male penis sliding slowly, inch by torturous inch, into her loins for the first time in her young life. Frankie was taking it slow, but in spite of her grudging willingness to let him plunder her ripe little cunt, there was no denying the pain which she was experiencing at his entry.
"Auugghhh! Stop!! " she pleaded breathlessly. "It's too big for me!! I can't take it. I ...I ...I'm still a virgin!"
"I guessed that right away!" Frankie grated, his excitement growing by leaps and bounds with her admission of prior chastity. His cock seemed to grow another full inch even as he paused to draw breath and answer her protests in hoarse tones.
"What you mean is, you were a virgin, little mama!" he leered at her, enjoying the crestfallen expression on her face. "You're gonna take it all before Frankie Boy gets through with you, and this is just for starters!"
So saying, he thrust forward with his pelvis once again, but even before another cry of pain had time to form in the captive young woman's throat, he found himself stopped short by the impact of his hots glans against Paula's own tightly-stretched little hymen. For the instant, her endangered maidenhead was blocking his penile entry.
"Goddamn, that cherry's tight!" he hissed, excited and annoyed at one and the same moment.
Thrusting and pushing mightily, Frankie felt the membrane of Paula's hymen gradually distending under the battering ram blows of his fat cock. Paula herself was squirming and writhing in pain now, uttering a ceaseless stream of mewling little cries as she sought in vain to squirm away from the cruel invader which seemed to be tearing her loins in two from the inside.
With a sudden thrust into open space, a gasping hiss of pleasure whistling between his teeth, Frankie unexpectedly broke through Paula's last fleshy line of defense, and his cock was suddenly buried to the hilt in her cunt as he toppled forward to lay full length on top of her prostrate nude form.
Paula frantically writhed in pain beneath him, her loins on fire with agony as she sobbed out her grief and humiliation into his ear. Already his hips were taking up a rapidly increasing fucking rhythm, reaming his thick hard penis in and out of her injured little pussy.
It felt to her as if a great pole made of rough wood, or perhaps coated in sandpaper, was being used by some sadistic tormentor to gouge the insides of her once-virginal young pussy.
Frankie was picking up the pace of his in-and-out fucking thrusts, seeming to have almost forgotten she lay there beneath him as he gave himself over now to the - pursuit of his own gratification. Lying under him, however, Paula was suddenly gratified and shocked to find the burning pain in her tight little love box lessening by the moment, seeming to dwindle in fact with almost every stroke of his skewering, driving male shaft. Indeed, when she was able to think clearly at last and turn her full mind to the problem, it actually seemed that she was lubricating more freely now, and the pain in her cunt was disappearing like a bad dream as she willed the internal muscles of her pussy to relax, and to stop resisting the invasion of Frankie's heavy organ. Quite soon, she was pleased to note, the pain was gone entirely, and replaced by a warm sort of numbness bringing blessed relief to her violated little cunt.
All too soon there were other developments on the genital front, however, and the numbness which had brought Paula the longed-for relief from agony, was itself giving way to another, even more disturbing sensation. As incredible as it seemed, there was desire there, physical lust and passion, building in Paula's loins for the man and the cock who were even at that moment engaged in the cruel act of raping and defiling her.
Yes, there was no denying it for all the guilt feelings and shamed accusations the fact brought to her mind, Paula was beginning to enjoy being fucked by this cruel stranger, she was starting to respond as she had never imagined she could with any man, let alone an obvious criminal who had initiated their intercourse at knifepoint.
By changing her position only slightly, Paula found that she could move her hips in a tentative little answering rhythm of her own, slightly complementing his penile thrusts in experimental fashion. She drew special pleasure from the way in which her answering movements brought her straining little clit into slithering contact with his skewering, driving rod, and the more pleasure she derived from that source, the more rapid and forceful became her own answering, fucking thrusts.
Almost before she was aware of what she was doing, Paula had brought her arms up and was grasping at Frankie's naked hips and buttocks, clawing him with her fingernails as she sought to draw his long, hard, pleasure-inducing organ ever deeper inside herself. Her ankles met and crossed behind his ass in an instinctive movement to hold him captive there between her tightened thighs, and she herself was bucking and writhing wildly beneath her rapist now, matching him thrust for thrust in the competition for which there may never be only a single winner.
The highway sounds outside the speeding Chevrolet had faded into insignificance against the noise of raw, animalistic fucking which now filled the car to capacity. They were lusty, raw, wet sounds, the noises made by pussy and cock in wild, tempestuous battle, and the heavier, smacking sound of Frankie's testicles as they swung like a pendulum and made jarring contact with Paula's firm young buttocks on the boy's every inward stroke.
The moment was too intense to last, and in only a very brief time they were both lingering and hovering on the very brink of the tempestuous orgasm which they had sought together. Paula was moaning constantly, her head flailing from side to side against the backrest of the car seat as she gave herself over completely to the storm of erotic sensation that gripped her.
When she dipped over the edge and plunged headfast into the swirling maelstrom of erotic release, Paula found herself lost in a fantasy realm of colored lights and exploding fireworks the-likes of which she had never before imagined. Every muscle in her body was taut and straining, every nerve ending on fire as she reeled and twisted on that inner, ecstatic roller coaster ride.
"Jesus! I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnngggggg!! " she sobbed gratefully, bucking and thrashing beneath her young ravager there on the seat.
The youth named Frankie followed Paula into bliss by perhaps half a second. His entire naked body went rigid, and his cock seemed to grow another full inch at that moment, until its head butted firmly against Paula's cervix at the point of ultimate penetration. He felt his very balls tightening like a constricting fist, and then he came, feeling for all the world as if he were being turned inside-out, his cock torn out of his body by the very roots. His testicles overflowed with sperm, great creamy white gouts of jism that filled Paula's cunt to bursting and then spouted free to run in viscous rivulets down the soft mounds of her buttocks, gathering in the lightly-furred cleft there like melted snow filling a dry river bed.
The incoming flood of Frankie's hot semen set Paula off on a totally unexpected second orgasm, and once more she was bucking and reeling beneath him, caught in the rictus of ultimate pleasure that is so closely akin to mortal agony.
When the seizure had passed from them both, the boy regained his senses and drew back from Paula. His rapidly deflating cock made a wet sucking sound as he pulled it free from the tight confines of her vagina, and he rocked back on his haunches to inhale a few deep breaths before dressing swiftly.
Paula, weeping again softly now that the storm had passed and she had regained some sense of her surrounding and peril, as well as the degradation in which she had just participated so willingly, made as if to reach for the torn remains of her own clothing, to cover herself at least partially.
Frankie would have none of that, however. The long knife was suddenly back in his hands, and he was using the sharp tip to sweep all Paula's things into an untidy, rumpled pile on the floorboards at his knees. They were hopelessly out of her reach unless she crawled toward him, and that she refused to do, still feeling mingled revulsion toward him and blind terror toward his glittering weapon.
Frankie laughed harshly, finding himself still the master of the situation, then he turned and barked over his shoulder at Marsha.
"Pull this heap over!" he ordered. "It's time to change drivers for a while!"
CHAPTER 2
Paula Green made a fruitless effort to cover her naked body with the scraps of her knife-shredded clothing as the young girl named Marsha slowed the car down, pulling it over onto the paved shoulder of the highway. Even before the automobile had come to a complete halt, Frankie was scrambling over the backrest of the front seat, and sliding into position behind the wheel. Marsha, meanwhile, had gotten out of the car on the driver's side and was even then climbing in through the rear door, using one hand to push
Paula before her and make room on the seat.
Paula played a hunch, hoping against hope that the bizarre couple would by now have gotten everything they wanted from her. She played the hunch, almost desperately.
"Please let me go," she said to no one in particular, her eyes darting from one of her abductors to the other and back again. "I'll drive you anywhere you want, and I swear that I won't say anything about all this after you get out."
Frankie chuckled dryly, shooting a glance over his shoulder toward Marsha. The blonde girl shared in his laughter.
Paula felt the dim hope fading within her, but she refused to abandon the apparently vain effort. "All right, then, she said, trying a new tack "you can keep the car. Keep everything, but please give me one of my suitcases and let me go!"
"Not just yet, mama," Frankie replied, leering back at her from the rear-view mirror. "Haven't you ever heard of women's rights? Marsha there might sue me or somethin' if I kept her from getting her turn at bat!"
Paula looked fearfully toward the young blonde girl, and what she saw in her face was far from reassuring. Marsha was raking Paula's exposed flesh with her greedy eyes, and Paula could almost hear the mental wheels turning, as if the girl beside her was recalling every detail of the mirror-image rape she had just witnessed, adding perverted details of her own for good measure.
"I. . . .I. ...I don't understand," Paula stammered. "Wha ...what are you talking about?"
"It's a thing I have, baby," Marsha responded in a soft, almost seductive voice. "I swing both ways, you know? I can take mama bear or papa bear, any way it goes down." .
"What? Oh no, you can't mean-" Paula left the sentence dangling, unfinished, for she could now tell that the girl did indeed mean exactly what she was saying.
As Paula sat there aghast, Marsha had already begun the task of ridding herself of her already minimal clothing. The tie-dyed T-shirt went first, whisked up and off of the girl's curvaceous torso with a speed and momentum which left Marsha bouncing on the car seat, her blonde hair fanning out about her face and shoulders in unruly golden breakers.
Paula stared, openmouthed and entranced, at the sight of the half-naked girl sitting beside her there. Marsha's breasts were firm and perfectly formed, thrusting out proudly from her chest without any need of artificial support from a brassiere. Her twin nipples were bright pink in color, already semi-erect from arousal and standing out in stark relief against the crinkled little circles of the surrounding aureoles. The younger girl seemed to be breathing more heavily already, the rise and fall of her chest putting her vibrant tits in fluid, provocative motion.
"like what you see?" the girl asked Paula, with a taunting tone in her voice, but the young teacher could find no words with which to reply.
Marsha was playing her role of lesbian seductress to the hilt, and as Paula sat there next to her, gaping wide-eyed in a mixture of horror and fascination, the girl began to slowly stroke and massage her own naked breasts with both hands. She cupped the firm under-swell of those fleshy cones, softly kneading and caressing them as a bright scarlet flush of passion gradually rose to encompass her tits, then move on up to her cheeks. She paid particular attention to her throbbing little nipples, strumming them lightly with her thumbs, and Paula noticed at once that those erectile little pleasure buds grew visibly under the inciteful manual stimulation.
Marsha sat there on the rear seat of the moving car with her eyes narrowed to little glittering slits of passion, almost unaware of her audience now as she stroked and fondled her naked, excited tits. She seemed almost to be lost in a fantasy world of her own creation, satisfied for the moment with the erotic sensations which her own touch was even then creating in her enflamed breasts.
At length, after they had driven along in that fashion for perhaps five miles, the spell seemingly broke of its own accord. A shudder, as if of a medium-strength orgasm, passed through Marsha's trembling torso, and she suddenly dropped her hands away from her vibrating tits, opening her eyes wide again and smiling at Paula as if she was meeting a long-lost friend.
"Didn't mean to keep you waiting, honey," she leered. "But I like to let my motor warm up a little, if you know what I mean!"
Frankie chuckled lewdly from the driver's seat. "Shit, Marsha," he guffawed, "your engine never cools down!"
Marsha slapped playfully at the back of the young man's head, then turned her full attention back to the hostage young teacher. "He's right, you know," she confided in a stage whisper, winking broadly at Paula in an apparent gesture of confidentiality.
"Now why don't we both slip into something more comfortable?" Marsha continued. "like each other?"
Frankie and the girl both thought the crude jest terribly amusing, but Paula could scarcely suppress a shudder as she felt a renewed chill of dread rising along her spine like the tickling path of a warning finger.
Even as Paula watched, Marsha was untying the raveled cord which served as a makeshift belt for her faded Levi's. The younger girl's agile fingers deftly un-snapped the button of those pants and ran the zipper down to full open with a little metallic hissing sound. Lifting her buttocks momentarily off the seat cushions, Marsha began pushing and tugging at the skin-tight pants, slowly working them down and off her hips, then along the pale, symmetrical columns of her thighs and down her legs until she was able to step out of them and push them aside into a rumpled pile with one bare foot.
As Marsha had been braless under her T-shirt, so Paula noted with stark amazement that the girl-likewise wore no panties beneath her worn and faded blue jeans. Her soft, golden pubic curls were plainly visible now, and if Paula looked closer, she could actually make out the pale pink outline of the younger woman's pouting pussy lips, nestled under the sparse concealment of that genital foliage.
Marsha stretched luxuriously, like a waking sleeper, plainly enjoying the freedom which nudity brought. She twisted this way and that, her supple torso undulating like that of a seasoned belly dancer performing, and Paula could not tear her eyes away from the rippling tendons and muscles beneath the younger girl's almost translucent flesh. Her vibrant young body made a truly sensuous spectacle as she half-lay half-sat on the rear seat of the car, displaying her luscious charms for all to see.
Once more Marsha brought eager hands up to cup and fondle her breasts, but this time there was to be no prolonged foreplay with those excitable mammary orgs. After only a few seconds of teasing and exciting her pink little nipples, the girls released her tits and began sliding both palms in tandem down the long, sinewy course of her trim abdomen, drawing ever nearer to her curved hips and the downy triangle of her pubic thatch. Paula watched those traveling hands, a little shudder coursing through her own near-naked body that had very little to do with either fright or repulsion.
Marsha's fingers had reached her pubic hair, and they skirted the downy triangular jungle lightly at first, as if only daring to stray within the outermost borders. At length however, her confidence (or lust) seemed to increase measurably, and her hands became-likewise bolder. Soon, the young girl was using the long, slim digits of one hand to pry open the pouting outer lips of her cunt, while the index finger of her-other hand traced a taunting, inciteful path along the moist coralline valley that was revealed within.
A moaning sigh escaped from the blonde's throat, and a long quivering spasm of lust shook her naked body as her probing, searching index finger made its first electrifying contact with the hidden, tingling bud of her little clitoris. Her masturbating finger took up a steady rhythm there and then, flicking back and forth across the erectile little node of her burning clit like some erotic fleshy metronome needle, beating time to a sensual rhythm which only Marsha herself could hear.
Young Paula Green fought to draw her eyes away from the spectacle of the blonde girl's lewd masturbation, but she found it strangely difficult to do so. Strange feelings were stirring inside herself, and she had to sit back and think hard for a moment before she fully realized what it was that was happening to her. She was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of this other girl, this complete stranger, massaging and playing with her own pussy!
A blush of shame rose to the young teacher's pale cheeks, but still she found it almost impossible to tear her gaze away from the spectacle displayed before her. She feasted her eyes on every swell and hollow of Marsha's totally-exposed body, always returning at last to the widely-splayed slit of Marsha's pussy and the long, slim fingers which swirled and danced there. Marsha's rapidly-masturbating hand made a soft sucking and slurping sound which was plainly audible in the close confines of the car, and Paula felt a little shudder of mingled excitement and revulsion pass along her spine as she saw that the girl's fingers were slick and glistening with the moisture of her own feminine excitement.
Suddenly Marsha stiffened, shaking her head rather violently back and forth from side to side as if having a silent mental argument with herself about something. Her finger-fucking hands froze in mid-stroke, and then slowly withdrew, dripping and shiny with the clear fluid of her cum as she relaxed back onto the seat cushion and opened her eyes to face Paula once more.
"Not yet, honey!" she said directly to the startled young teacher. "Not just yet! I want you to bring me off when we're finished!"
When we're finished! The words burned themselves into Paula's fear-numbed mind as she saw clearly that the girl meant to force her into some sort of perverted lesbian sexual encounter. She shook her head dumbly from side to side in wordless protest, but a little sob rose in her throat as she felt her traitorous nipples stiffening into instant erection at the prospect of such forbidden activities. At the same time, a spark of lust was kindled anew in the cum-and-semen drenched pit of her recently violated little pussy.
"Relax, honey," Marsha was saying in her cooing, most seductive voice. "I'll bet you learn to love it in no time, just like you loved doing your thing with Frankie!"
The memories, at once both painful and erotically inciteful, flooded in upon Paula like a tidal wave, sweeping away her resolve and seeming to grip her in a strange and sudden numbness from which there was no escape. Her fingers felt limp, lifeless, and she was powerless to resist as Marsha moved closer to her on the car seat, deftly plucking the useless scraps of clothing from her hand and leaving her totally naked once more.
"You've got some body, honey," the blonde girl said admiringly. "I noticed that right away. We're going to get along just fine together, you and me."
"No ...no ...please leave me alone," Paula begged softly, a catch in her barely audible voice as she began to weep openly in her fear and humiliation. "Haven't you done enough to me already?"
Again the lewd snickers from both of her abductors, followed by the calm tones of the girl next to her. "Not nearly enough, sweetheart. Not yet, anyway."
Paula cringed, whimpering, as she felt the girl's hands warm and soft on the sloping curve of her prominent breasts, gently stroking and kneading those pliant orbs as she cooed words of mock endearment into Paula's ear. It felt as if the blonde girl's fingers were on fire, leaving tracks of erotic flame everywhere they went around Paula's nude breasts and upper body. The young schoolteacher feared that she might faint dead away into total unconsciousness as the other young woman seized her nipples between slowly rotating thumbs and forefingers, pinching and pulling at those tender stems in a way that made Paula squirm and moan with combined pain and passion.
Paula's whole world seemed to be centered in her swollen, excited tits at that moment, as if nothing else in the universe existed or mattered for her. Marsha's hands were everywhere, tugging at her nipples, then sliding sensuously down to cup and fondle the whole fleshy swell of each breast in turn, playing upon the jangling erogenous nerve endings as a master violinist might play upon his instrument. Each stroke, each point of pressure or release, brought new little mewling cries of lust and pleasure-pain to the young teacher's dry throat as she sat there trembling in the speeding car.
Suddenly Marsha's mouth joined her hands in the lecherous assault on Paula's hot and vibrant breasts, making the teacher stiffen involuntarily with a cold spasm of pleasure as first one nipple, then the other, was snared in the blonde's oral cavity for a merciless tongue-lashing. Paula felt as if her breasts were about to explode and send her rock-hard little nipples shooting off like bullets at any second. The irrational fear almost panicked her for an instant, and then the waves of pure, animal pleasure washed over her mind again, sweeping away all thoughts of fear, guilt and remorse and wafted her onward and upward toward new heights of involuntary arousal.
If Paula had retained enough of her rational mind to consider the situation, it might have seemed incredible that she could find herself so totally aroused by both of these lewd and vicious strangers; first the young boy who had brutally raped her and forced her to unwelcome orgasm, and now this bisexual female, who was plainly intent on forcing her to accept every sort of degrading perversion, and was, in fact, succeeding in doing so at that exact moment.
Such logical thoughts and inquiries could find no room in Paula's lust-befuddled mind, however, so enraptured was she by the sensations being born even then in her manhandled and avidly sucked young tits. Racing tingles of electrifying, erotic sensation raced outward from her captive nipples, radiating into every corner of her naked body and especially fanning into instant life the complementary embers of lust already glowing in her naked and exposed little cunt. Paula could feel herself getting moister down there once more, releasing her own female lust secretions to supplement the crawly flood of Frankie's semen still clinging to her cunt and inner thighs. The knowledge of her intimate and involuntary response to the younger girl's oral assault strangely thrilled Paula at the same time that it made her feel vaguely ashamed of herself in one still-sober corner of her rapidly-slipping brain.
It seemed as if Marsha had been sucking, licking and fondling her naked breasts for hours on end, but Paula knew in her heart that only moments could have elapsed since the lewd and sensual assault began. Without warning, the younger girl's pleasure-giving mouth deserted Paula's breasts, suddenly taking off on a new tangent and trailing a string of wet, nibbling little kisses along the expanse of her fluttering little belly as Marsha homed unerringly on the moist dark forest of Paula's pubic hair.
Paula stiffened involuntarily, resolving in her mind to resist at least that ultimate, perverted invasion of her sexual privacy. She locked her firm young thighs together as she sat there trembling, straining her muscles to keep her legs firmly in position, but by the time Marsha's mouth had reached the tiny crater of her navel, letting the pink tip of her tongue tarry there briefly in a darting, swirling dance of passion, it felt as if a remarkable weakness was creeping over Paula's entire body, draining her somehow of all strength and mental resolve. She felt her body going slack, and it was for the moment not within her power to protect herself further from the searching, marauding mouth.
Marsha experienced no difficulty whatever in pulling Paula's thighs wide apart, exerting a phenomenal strength for a girl of her size and tender age as she fairly wrenched the older woman's legs apart and into a widely-splayed position that left her hot, juicy cunt completely revealed. Paula trembled violently for a moment as the air from an open car window rushed over her naked thighs and pussy, drying the cum which had collected there and chilling her with erotic icy fingers.
Marsha let out a little rumbling growl of passion from somewhere deep in her throat, and then thrust her eager mouth deep into the curly thatch of Paula's damp, waiting pubic hair. Paula groaned aloud, her entire body going rigid and her spine arching spasmodically away from the backrest of the seat as she was seized with a tremendously powerful erotic sensation. Somehow, the girl's mouth seemed able to awaken even greater delight in her captive little cunt than Frankie's cock or mouth had during her earlier interlude with the boy. It was almost as if Marsha, being herself a woman, knew every secret place and erogenous zone by heart, and delighted in giving the utmost in raw, trembling pleasure to her very own female sex slave.
Paula was panting and moaning now as the young blonde fairly devoured her palpitating vagina, running her hot tongue with lightning speed up and down the slit of Paula's cunt, alternately probing at the mouth of the older woman's vaginal canal, then sweeping rapidly onward to taunt and torment Paula's pulsating little clitoris. No single sensation or set of sensations had a chance to get a full grip on Paula's body or mind, so intent was Marsha on trying new angles and approaches, sampling new areas of vaginal delight with her scraping teeth, sucking lips and teasing, flicking tongue tip. Paula felt herself loose and drifting in a swirling sea of passion, caught in a vortex from which there was no returning short of total orgasmic release.
Marsha was uttering little growls and animalistic snarls of hungry lust as she gnawed and sucked at Paula's pussy, seemingly intent on draining that little cistern of every drop of lewd moisture it contained. After several long moments, Marsha raised her face from the task briefly, and Paula saw through narrowed eyes that the blonde girl's lower face was coated not only in Paula's own cum, but in the drying remains of Frankie's milky jism as well, giving her the look of a delighted cat caught stealing the cream.
"Outa sight!" she purred contentedly, turning to speak over her shoulder to the boy at the wheel. "This is something else, Frankie! Mixing it up tastes really super! It's like going down on both of you at the same time! Wow!"
Frankie laughed out loud, and called back, "enjoy, baby! Enjoy!"
Marsha followed his suggestion, at once plunging her mouth back against Paula's steamy, hungry little twat, curling her long tongue out to resume the delicious torment of the older girl's once-secret genitalia. Her oral attack proceeded with renewed ferocity and avid lust as she seemed to be on the brink of another climax from the mere taste of Paula's cum mingled with Frankie's, and from the thought of crouching there, eating out the other girl's pussy.
Paula, her mind almost totally occupied with the inciteful attack on her tremulous little cunt, was only dimly aware of the progress which they were making along Insterstate 5. When she was able to muster the strength to look out the window to her right, she saw that the terrain had begun to change subtly, with grassy foothills slowly but surely giving way to trees and more prominent peaks. Well, she thought wryly to herself in that fleeting moment of lucidity, at least I'm still on my way to Redding! The thought would have been enough to make her laugh under other circumstances, but her mind was by now too far gone with lust and desire to be capable of such logical and rational reactions.
Marsha was by now lolling her head from side to side as she sucked Paula's pussy, literally using her cheeks and in fact her whole face to stroke and massage the older woman's loins while her avid, hot little mouth concentrated on the chief task of exciting and arousing the tingling little vagina itself.
Paula could not prevent her pelvis and hips from squirming and rotating, her full, ripe ass cheeks grinding against the slick seat cushion in a form of involuntary body language that perfectly expressed her own growing state of mounting desire and erotic arousal. She could plainly feel the orgasmic tension building in her loins, and even her virginal little rectum was clasping and unclasping like a tiny mouth as the rambling spasms of desire raced and rolled about the entire moist arena of her crotch and ass. In that frozen moment of eternity, it seemed to Paula that every nerve in her body was on fire, every muscle and tendon taut and straining toward the single-minded goal of cunnilingus-induced orgasm.
At the last possible instant, when Paula felt herself virtually upon the razor's edge of orgasmic explosion itself, young Marsha abruptly tore her mouth away from the orifice of the older woman's cunt and sat upright on the seat, staring into Paula's face with a look of mingled desire and devious cunning on her pretty young face.
Paula was startled, and all the more humiliated by the instant feelings of disappointment and frustration which flared in her deserted little pussy and quickly fanned out to envelope her entire luscious body. She felt the flush of frustrated passion on her cheeks, and try as she might, she was unable to hold back the words which tumbled out of her mouth, seemingly of their own accord.
"Why ...why did you stop, I mean.. . . " she let the remark trail off unfinished, afraid to let herself open up her new and bizarre feelings any further to this vicious young stranger.
"You were digging it, weren't you, honey," Marsha said smugly, telling rather than asking, no hint of questioning in her tone.
Paula could not answer for a long moment, her jaw working soundlessly as she fought to restrain herself from submitting to that final degradation of openly admitting her perverted new passion. In the end, what finally came out of her open mouth was a single word, half-whined, half-whispered, but with an unmistakable note of desperation about it: "Please!"
Marsha snickered lewdly, her face wearing an almost demonic smile. "Not just yet," she countered at once. "It's my turn now, baby. We can't have you getting all the goodies, now, can we?"
Paula was momentarily confused as her basically puritanical mind refused to let her grasp the other girl's intent and meaning immediately.
"Wha ...what do you want from me?" she asked lamely.
"What I want from you is the same thing you've been getting from me, cunt!" the girl snapped, the playful tone gone from her voice all of a sudden. "Former virgin or not, you've got a tongue just like everyone else, and by now you should have a pretty good idea of what it's used for!"
The full meaning sunk in upon Paula as Marsha snarled at her, and she shook her head slowly from side to side in ineffectual protest against the other girl's command. "I.. . I can't do that," she said finally. "I just can't do it!"
"But you can, and you mill" Marsha snapped in immediate response, "unless, that is, you'd prefer me to take Frankie's pig sticker and do a little impromptu breast surgery!"
A cold chill of fear swept over Paula from head to toe, instantly quenching and stilling all desire and passion. She was in mortal terror once more, feeling the evil young man's eyes upon her from the mirror as she sat quaking beside his female cohort.
"How ...I mean, I don't know . . . " Paula could not put the questions into words somehow, but Marsha understood her meaning perfectly and read the surrender in her new tone of meekness.
"You'll learn," she said simply, lounging back against the backrest of the seat and spreading the thighs wide open to fully reveal her blonde pubic thatch and the pink valley of her little cunt nestled within. "Get to it!" she snapped commandingly.
Paula bent hesitantly to her task, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to block off the revolting scene as much as possible from both sight and mind. She almost gagged as she felt the curly wisps of Marsha's pubic thatch tickling her nose and cheeks, and then her lips made their first tentative contact with the other girl's hot and wanting cunt.
Paula paused there, her mouth simply resting against the wet vaginal crease and doing nothing for a long moment. Marsha grew impatient at last, bringing both of her surprisingly strong hands around to the back of Paula's head and suddenly smashing her face deeply into the soft, yielding genital flesh down there, almost breaking Paula's nose in the process.
Paula feared for an instant that she might be faced with death by suffocation, but she soon realized that she would be able to breathe, although with an effort. The air there in Marsha's hot little cuntal area was heavily scented with the strangely arousing and earthy aroma of sex and perspiration, along with the indefinable, unique odor of Marsha's secret genitals.
Almost against her own will, Paula let her pink little tongue curl out from between lips and teeth to make a first experimental swipe along the valley of Marsha's pussy. She was instantly rewarded by a rigid stiffening of the other girl's body, and a little humping thrust of Marsha's pelvis which brought that moist cunt even closer to her mouth.
Marsha was moaning and gasping out congratulations: "Oh yeah, baby, you got it! Right on!"
Paula found herself strangely encouraged by that oral support, as if it strengthened her somehow to know that she could give pleasure as well as receive it. For the moment, lost as she was in a sordid universe composed entirely of lewd sexual passions, it mattered not that she was giving a sort of perverted pleasure to a criminal member of her own sex. The fact of giving pleasure, and looking forward to receiving more of the same for herself, was sufficient.
Marsha's hands remained cupped at the back of Paula's skull, guiding and aiming her face at various desired points around Marsha's loins now as Paula let her tongue go to work more adventurously. She was amazed at the speed with which all inhibitions seemed to slough off of her and disappear like dust in the wind. She already felt rather at home with her face buried in the younger girl's crotch, inhaling the earthy aroma of her cunt and savoring the taste of another female pussy on her darting little tongue.
Marsha was pumping and rotating her hips in time to the rapidly intensifying strokes of Paula's hungry little tongue. She had early on established a reciprocal fucking rhythm of her pelvis, and now her cuntal plane fairly buffeted against the older girl's face, nether lips splayed wide as she offered the succulent insides of her juicy little cunt as a living sacrifice to the gods and goddesses of passion. Paula, for her part, accepted that sacrifice eagerly, zealously, gobbling now almost ferociously along the entire valley of Marsha's pussy, paying particular attention to the knobby little protrusion of the other girl's hard and straining clitoris.
Certain at last that Paula was applying herself to her task with all possible diligence, Marsha finally released her hands from behind Paula's head and brought them up to taunt and fondle her own swollen breasts again, thereby adding to and enhancing her own erotic excitement. The blonde girl was trembling violently from head to foot, caught in a seismic earthquake that emanated from within her own luscious young body rather than from any external source. She was caught now in the vise-like grip of total, animal lust, from which there was no escape except the blissful, explosive release of total orgasm.
Paula had been sucking and licking Marsha's cunt for long moments when she was suddenly stirred by the touch of the other girl's slender hands on her own naked body, moving here and there at will as they found and fondled her breasts, her ass cheeks, and her pussy. There was something very gentle, tender now in the female kidnapper's touch, as if she was genuinely anxious to repay kindness with kindness, to return pleasure in kind. The young teacher felt herself rapidly becoming even more aroused by the caresses being lavished upon her reclining nude boyd, and her hands themselves went into action almost of their own accord, moving up over her head to grasp and fondle Marsha's breasts in turn, bringing a little breathless gasp of pleasurable surprise to the younger girl's lips.
All the while that she was sucking and licking Marsha's pussy, Paula also went to work on the blonde's tinglingly erect little nipple buds with her agile fingers. She tugged, pulled and pinched at those quivering, vibrant little pleasure buds, forcing mewling little cries of passion to pour non-stop from the blonde girl's throat. Marsha was beginning to writhe and undulate where she sat now, fairly possessed with the burning desire which was itself a prelude to the total blissful tempest of orgasm.
Furling her pink little tongue almost into the form of a miniature cock, Paula suddenly plunged it deep into the moist, clinging recesses of Marsha's clasping little vagina itself. The blonde girl seemed to explode instantly, her pussy blossoming open like a succulent flower to all but envelope Paula's entire sucking, nibbling mouth in its passion convulsions. Desperate fingers scrabbled over Paula's body, first assaulting her tits, then moving back to tease her crotch. Paula felt her very insides turning into super-heated liquid as those intimate caresses drove her on ever closer to her very own erotic Nirvana.
Marsha, it seemed, was able to contain herself and her lustful passion no longer. With a sudden violent lurching motion, she almost reversed her position on the car seat, jackknifing her body in such a way that both she and Paula rolled over and onto the carpeted floorboards with a heavy thump. Marsha was on top now, her own mouth working in the curly forest of
Paula's cunt, while the young teacher, for her part, had not let her mouth be dislodged from the succulent slit of Marsha's vagina during the fall, either.
They began to writhe and undulate together in their passionate union, the slurping sound of cunt-sucking filling the car like a rhythmic rhapsody of pure animalistic sex. At the steering wheel, Frankie was cursing bitterly, since both young women were now totally out of his field of vision in the rear-view mirror. They never missed his voyeuristic and vicarious participation, however, for by that time they were lost completely in the erotic fantasy world which they had gradually created for themselves by trial and error.
Undulating together like two mating serpents, faces buried in each other's vaginas, the young women rhythmically moved together almost as one. Nipples, stiff with excitement, chafed incitefully against bellies and thighs, adding to the passion and heat of that encounter. Their tongues took up a cooperative tempo and beat, alternating on the cunt-teasing strokes until, after a relatively short span of time, they had seemingly learned to play each others' genital nerve endings with practiced ease, each getting the ultimate in pleasure from the lesbian encounter they were sharing now by mutual consent.
Paula, if she had been able to stop and think, would undoubtedly have been horrified by the mental image of herself thus rapturously involved with another woman in a degrading homosexual orgy, but at that moment there was no time or place for such rational thoughts. There was, indeed, time enough only to crowd in the maximum amount of mutual stimulation as they ran side-by-side in the pell-mell race toward the long-sought finish line of total orgasm.
Marsha found one of her hands free and mobile as she lay there atop Paula, resting most of her slight weight on the young woman beneath her. Knowing intuitively that the captive teacher was ready to try something new and sexually innovative, she slipped that free hand around the curve of one succulent ass cheek, letting her hot little fingertips trace the outline of the cleft of Paula's ass, finally pausing when they had made contact with the young captive's crinkled little anal sphincter. Slowly, almost teasingly, Marsha began to lightly stroke and massage all about that rubbery ring of muscle.
Paula Green, inexperienced in sexual matters as she had been prior to that afternoon, was rather stunned, and almost totally mystified, by the icy-hot sensations which the slightest touch provoked from the region of her virginal little asshole. The idea of her secret little rectum as another of her vibrant erogenous zones had never occurred to Paula in her wildest dreams, and now, though the thought of another person touching and fondling her there brought an inescapable feeling of revulsion to her puritanical mind, there was no denying the fact that that intimate, unexpected caress was definitely pleasant.
Marsha could read Paula's bodily reaction to the soft, teasing anal caress as plainly as if the young hostage had shouted her approval aloud, and she was encouraged enough by that obvious response to continue with her manual probing of Paula's little asshole. Slowly, experimentally, fearing to go too far too fast and thereby break the delicious spell she currently held over her captive, Marsha began to work her little finger inside the tightly clasping ring of Paula's tiny anal sphincter.
There was an instant of burning pain as that rectal invasion began, but when Paula had somehow willed herself to relax and savor the experience for all it was worth, she found the pain quickly disappearing, replaced in turn by an undeniable sensation of pleasant erotic warmth. In time, as she became more gradually accustomed to the digital filling of her never-before-touched little rectum, Paula was surprised to find her hips and buttocks actually worming their way backward toward Marsha's advancing finger, as if to unconsciously welcome it and ease its passage.
All the while, as Marsha went about the gradual task of working her finger to the hilt into Paula's ass and then withdrawing it again with agonizing slowness, both young women remained caught up in the feverish cunt-sucking which formed the lusty centerpiece of their encounter. Both of their tongues moved with blur speed now, lashing and tormenting pink cuntal flesh as they ruthlessly whipped each other headlong toward the brink of an orgasmic roller coaster ride. Their luscious bodies were in continual motion now, grating and grinding against each other for the maximum contact of skin against skin, all the while placing a premium upon the oral-genital contact they both craved.
Young Paula Green, a virgin until only a few short hours earlier, was now avidly enjoying and participating in a lewd lesbian encounter with the female member of her own kidnapping team!
Paula brought her own hands up instinctively to cup and fondle the orbs of Marsha's humping, pumping young ass cheeks. She did not dare to emulate the other girl's example by plunging her fingers into Marsha's rectum, but at the same time she was more than willing to enjoy and savor the reaming her own ass was getting from the finger which now skewered rapidly in and out of it with a wild and tempestuous fucking tempo. All of Paula's hopes and dreams during those wild moments seemed to have been distilled and condensed to the lusty pursuit of one more explosive, savage orgasm, this time induced by the lips, tongue and fingers of the young blonde girl who lay on top of her there in the car.
Paula could plainly feel the pre-orgasmic tightness making itself known in the tight cleft of her ass, almost exactly where Marsha's plundering little finger now reamed in and out of her rectum with lightning-like speed. Soon, the young teacher knew from admittedly limited experience, would come the sensation that her entire body was dissolving, fading into nothingness as if coming apart at the seams. From there, it would be a short but dizzying flight to the peaks and pinnacles of passion as she exploded mentally into a thousand and one glittering sliver of pure animal sensation.
Eager now for that release, craving it with every fiber of her being, Paula redoubled the pace and strength of her own oral assault on the succulent little pussy which was pressed so very tightly against her face. She let out a soulful little moan of deepest sensual appreciation when she felt Marsha respond in kind, sucking and gumming her own ripe and hungry little twat with renewed lusty vigor. It felt almost as if the very inside lining of her juicy little cunt was being sucked and pulled out, and yet there was no slightest hint of pain, only the deepest and most profound feeling of erotic satisfaction and total arousal. Her hips and pelvis began to buck rapidly and erratically up against the face of the young woman who had suddenly turned from her cruel captor into a seemingly sympathetic homosexual lover.
Paula Green was vaguely aware of the motion of her car as she twisted and writhed there on the floorboards with young Marsha, but that motion now was not so indicative of forward movement as it was rather an extra added attraction in the whole panoply of erotic sensations which assailed the captive teacher. It seemed almost as if the humming throb of the tires skimming over pavement added an extra hint of erotic arousal to her naked young body, above and beyond the tongue lapping greedily at her cunt and the finger reaming in and out of her once-virginal little rectum.
Paula's orgasm was unquestionably drawing nearer, and she could tell from the gyrations of the girl lying atop her that Marsha was in a similar rapt and abandoned condition. There was the now-familiar pre-orgasmic tightness in the tingling little cleft of her ass, accentuated now by the finger which pumped in and out of her tightly-stretched little asshole with ever increasing rapidity and force. Paula moaned and sobbed her mounting passion and sexual excitement into the lushly furred slit of her captor's madly humping little cunt, her cries and wordless proclamations of ecstasy muffled and barely audible as Marsha's pussy fairly swallowed them up.
Marsha, for her part, could scarcely believe the way her previously unwilling prisoner had adapted herself with such apparent zeal to the lesbian encounter, nor could she fully accept the powerful spasms of pleasure which that prim young woman's active little tongue was even at that moment inspiring in her own hot and juicy little snatch. It seemed totally incredible for the young female outlaw to find herself pushed and driven to the very verge of tumultuous, stormy orgasm by the young woman whom she had so recently taken captive in her own car. It was all too much to comprehend.
Comprehension, however, was not the first order of business on the minds of either young woman as they thrashed about together there behind the driver's seat. Each in turn had her mind bent on the single goal of total, explosive orgasm with a single-minded zeal that virtually erased all else from their thoughts. There could be no inkling of turning back from their perverted course of action, no thought of remorse until well after they had achieved that goal and lain basking together in the warm afterglow of passion. Two tongues flashed and swirled almost as one; four hands groped and fondled with grim singleness of purpose. All else was forgotten save for that shining goal of sexual climax at the end of desire's long, dark tunnel.
Paula Green felt her own climax beginning suddenly, almost without warning, her lower body seeming to dissolve at once into its constituent atoms and come apart as the tidal wave of overpowering sensations swept her away from all contact with reality. Paula's legs stiffened, tightening about Marsha's ruddy face in a grinding scissors hold, her pelvis straining up off the floorboards of the car as her entire body went rigid, caught in the convulsive throes of passion and desire. She felt as if the top of her head had been suddenly snatched away, letting her very brains and all conscious thought they contained be dumped out in giddy, swirling disarray. A constant stream of mewling, gurgling little passion squeals issued from her rapidly sucking lips, each in turn lost and muted by Marsha's grinding, humping muff.
The young kidnapper followed her prisoner over the brink of ecstasy by a matter of seconds, her own body going board-stiff as the shock waves of orgasmic power rippled through her like a record-breaking earthquake. She trembled from head to toe, sobbing aloud as she redoubled her sucking and licking at the cunt of the inexperienced woman who had given her so much pleasure in such a short time. Her eyes were tightly shut, with tears of relief and gratitude streaming down from beneath the crinkled eyelids.
The wave of orgasm peaked and broke, the effects of that erotic flash flood gradually draining away by stages from the naked and trembling bodies of the two young women. They collapsed in one another's arms, breathing heavily and taking in the heady aroma of their own post-orgasmic genitals with hungry, eager sighs of pleasure. The tension and passionate rigidity seemed to flow out of their limbs all at once, as if some unseen hand had suddenly pulled a plug and drained away the life force from both of them, emptying in a rush their twin reservoirs of desire.
Young Paula Green had been the first to enter the whirling fantasy realm of orgasm, but now her more experienced, though younger, partner was the first to recover from the tingling aftereffects of that powerful climax. Marsha climbed slowly up and off of Paula's prostrate body, sliding into a sitting position on the seat cushions and taking a moment there to regain her breath and her senses. After long moments she felt the naked young teacher stirring at her feet, and she bent down to help Paula up onto the seat beside her.
Paula was rapidly regaining her senses and with them came renewed feelings of guilt and self-admonishment over the way in which she had reacted-responded, really-to the younger woman's lecherous and perverted assault. Bitter tears of shame rolled down Paula's cheeks and she brought her hands up in defensive reaction, to hide and cover her flaming red face.
"Little sister's coming down hard," Frankie drawled laconically from the driver's seat. As he spoke he fished a hand into the breast pocket of his blue denim jacket and came out with a small plastic bottle, tossing it over his shoulder to land in Marsha's naked and lust-dampened lap. "Have her take a couple of these beauties," he said.
Marsha laughed softly, her voice almost musical now to the lust-hazed ears of the young captive teacher. She opened the pill bottle and shook a pair of tiny white tablets out onto her soft palm, stretching out her hand to offer them to Paula.
"Here, baby," she said almost tenderly, her tone conveying what Paula, in her moment of desperation, grasped at as true concern. "Try these on for size. They'll help you relax, maybe even get a little nap while we drive."
Paula took the pills in her own hand, not knowing what to say and unable to read any further motive or message on the face of the naked young blonde sitting beside her there on the car seat. She looked at the pills in her hand for a long moment, occasionally glancing back up at Marsha's smiling young face, and then finally popped both of them into her mouth at the same time, swallowing them without the aid of any beverage to wash them down.
Paula did not feel any immediate effect from the drugs she had taken, but after perhaps five minutes, just when she thought her mind was beginning to really clear from the aftereffects of their wild lesbian encounter, she suddenly felt dizzy. Her head was reeling once again, almost as if a secondary orgasm had arisen without cause to once more assail her senses, and she felt her own body going slack as she sat there, sliding down farther, limply into the seat cushions. Her vision was blurring now, and their was a rather unpleasant roaring in her ears.
"So don't sweat it, baby cakes," Marsha was saying from somewhere beyond the limits of sight and rational thought. "It hits different folks different ways the first time out. You'll be okay."
Amazingly, Paula Green found that she was suddenly no longer worried about whether she would indeed be "okay" or not; she was giggling, drunkenly, ecstatically, thrashing about limply on the eat and holding her nude sides in the powerful seizure of mirthful reaction to some unspoken jest.
Gradually, after what seemed like days, but must have been moments at most, Paula felt the blackness coming. She held up her arms, straight out in front of her, to ward off the lowering darkness, but her hands merely punched through that descending screen and beyond it into undreamed-of dimensions. She met sleep then, and it took her.
"Okay, it's clear," Marsha told Frankie softly, "we can head for the camp now. It's party time."
CHAPTER 3
Young Paula Green gradually, ever so slowly, became aware that her car was no longer moving. She opened her eyes, wincing as the still-dilated pupils reacted painfully to the afternoon light filtering down through dappled leaves and the swaying branches of trees. The car windows were rolled down, bathing her face and nude young body in refreshing, cool air from the outside.
The sound of voices from somewhere outside the car drew her attention gradually and she tried to sit upright, though still groggy from the effects of the unnamed drug which Marsha had given to her earlier. How long had it been? A glance at the sky overhead showed her that the sun seemed to have been several hours advanced along its heavenly course, but she had to admit that her skill in woodcraft was insufficient to allow her nay precise reckoning of the time by such primitive means.
The voices became clearer, accompanied now by the crunch of feet on grass and fallen twigs as several persons approached the car from behind her. She did not recognize two of the voices, male voices, although she was able to pick out the now-familiar tones of her abductors, Frankie and Marsha, in the running dialogue.
Curious now, and more than a little perturbed at the situation she found herself in, Paula glanced swiftly about her in the car. She was still nude, but someone had had the foresight to toss a blanket over her and at least partially cover her luscious young nakedness from sight. Still, if her fears proved correct, that blanket would provide precious little cover-or protection!-if her kidnappers were now bringing more strange men to the car to ogle her or join in her defilement.
Fearfully, Paula craned about to peer out the back window of the car. Indeed, she could now see Frankie and Marsha walking her way, in the company of two burly older men dressed in soiled work clothing. The four were coming from the direction of a large blue truck and trailer rig, which was parked some fifty yards behind her own Chevrolet along what seemed to be a wooded and long-forgotten access road into a mountain forest.
The oncoming quartet was almost to the car before Paula's humming ears were able to distinguish any of their words. It was Frankie who was speaking at that moment.
"...and we were on our way north, like I told you, but we overestimated our bread, dig?" he was saying, laying it on thick to the two truck drivers with a hokey hard-luck story. "So my wife's girlfriend says, why not mix business with pleasure, and here we are!"
The drivers got a big kick out of that line, digging each other in their meaty ribs with their elbows and guffawing loudly.
"Well, let's see what ya got here," the tallest of the strangers, a red head, was saying, "and then we can talk money."
"Yeah," his dark-haired companion echoed, "We ain't buyin' no pig in a poke, ya know?"
All four had reached the car now, and Frankie was swinging the rear door open on the driver's side, gesturing toward Paula with a sweep of his arm like a master of ceremonies introducing the next routine in a nightclub act.
"Here she is boys," he beamed. "I know you'll be satisfied."
As he spoke, Frankie reached inside the car, one hand groping for the blanket that was Paula's only cover for her lush nakedness. She panicked, backing rapidly away from him across the cum-encrusted car seat, but he was faster and stronger, seizing the coverlet and wrenching it away from her in one powerful, fluid motion. He stepped aside then, flourishing the blanket like a bullfighter's cape as he stood aside and left the car doorway open, empty.
It did not remain empty for long. The two truck drivers suddenly filled it with their stooping torsos, jostling one another rudely as they vied for a superior vantage point from which to probe her vulnerable nakedness with their lecherous eyes. Paula felt as if she was being disassembled and put back together again by those piercing gazes.
"You sure weren't lyin' boy, I'll give you that," leered the red head.
"Christ no!" his dark-haired partner agreed. "That's the best piece of ass I've seen in a good long time!"
"Good," Frankie said, satisfied, "now, as for business . . . "
"I'll go fifty," said the red-haired driver, straightening up long enough to thrust a hand into the pocket of his pants. Paula could not help noticing the already-prominent bulge in the crotch of his slacks where his erection was rapidly growing.
"I'll see that," said the other, exhibiting an even large bulge at his fly as he rose to anti up his share.
Frankie and Marsha made a brief show of consulting between themselves, then put on rather disappointed faces but agreed to accept the offered one hundred dollars.
"This buys you a half hour," Frankie said as he took Marsha's arm and started to lead her away from the car, "starting right now. And its time-and-a-half for overtime!"
The couple walked away snickering lewdly, but
Paula had little time to follow their progress, for suddenly the red-haired truck driver was sliding into the car through the open door on her left side. With a strangled little cry of panic she spun away from him and scrabbled at the handle of the nearest door, but her effort was all in vain. That door was already opening, as if of its own accord, and before the gasp of astonishment could rise and find voice in Paula's throat it was transformed into a strangled little bleat of terror. The dark-haired driver was actually entering the Chevrolet on that side, and now she was hopelessly trapped between them!
The drivers moved in close beside her, each pressing up close against her naked body on his own side, grinning down at her as their hungry eyes devoured her shapely body. Still, they seemed in no immediate hurry to take her, and several moments slipped by before the red head actually spoke to her for the first time.
"No need to put on the act and play hard-to-get, missy," he drawled, letting her smell the liquor on his breath. "We're all grown-ups here, and there's money rid in' on the line, so let's get right down to it!"
"Yeah," the other parroted, "let's get to it!"
Their hands were on her now, sliding about lewdly, obscenely seizing her breasts from each side, each man concentrating on a single tit as he fondled it with both big hands, taunting and teasing the erectile little stems of her nipples with special intensity. Paula trembled with fright as she sat there helpless between them, tears of bitter rage and shame streaming down her pale cheeks to drip wetly from her quivering chin.
The men kneaded and massaged her vibrant, swollen young breasts with a strange combination of tenderness and savagery, milking those mammary mounds to obtain the maximum electrifying effect of arousal upon the young woman pinned in between them. Finally, tiring of only the manual foreplay, first one driver and then the other bent to capture her burning, rigid little nipples inside their hot, whiskey-reeking mouths.
Paula Green stiffened into instant, rock-like rigidity at that first burning, electrifying contact of their hot mouths and tongues against her straining naked breast flesh. Her tiny pink nipple buds felt as if each had been suddenly dipped deep into a swirling pool of molten lava, held there by a sort of warm velvet vise from which there was no possible escape. She trembled inwardly, squirming her naked buttocks down tightly against the slick, cool seat cushion as two hot tongues flicked and flailed across the rigid, thrusting little nubs of her excited cherry nipples.
Electric sensations of mounting desire and arousal fanned outward and downward across Paula's heaving belly, setting off jangling alarm bells of responsive desire deep in the fertile little valley of her recently-plundered crotch. She clenched her firm young thighs together tightly in a vain effort to smother those unbidden flames of involuntary response, her mind once more reeling at the ease with which crude, uncouth strangers seemed able to arouse her basest instincts at their whim.
Oh sweet Jesus! her mind cried out almost hopelessly, I simply can't respond involuntarily again!
Not to these . . these . . animals! I cannot let that Imp pen!
And yet, even as Paula attempted to steel herself with that self-righteous mental resolution, she knew in fact that it was happening again. She was becoming aroused again, and dramatically so, by compelling, inciteful forces totally outside of her conscious control. Something within herself, some primal well of sensuality within her had been tapped by the earlier assaults of Frankie and Marsha, now, albeit entirely against her own feeble will, these cruel, lecherous men were bent on stirring up those same unwelcome storms of passion all over again. Worse yet, they were clearly succeeding with every stroke of their lightning-like tongues, and with every caressing, kneading stroke of their powerful, willful hands.
Paula felt as if her insides were rapidly turning to some sort of warm jelly, melting and running together to make her entire shapely young body nothing other than a hotly oozing mass of raw female sensuality. The little warning voices continued to cry out in the back of her mind, but with every new moment of the sucking and massage her large, firm tits were receiving, she found those voices weaker and farther away, somehow less compelling and demanding.
The truck drivers sucked and fondled Paula's naked breasts for what seemed like ages, but she would have been surprised to learn that in fact less than five minutes had thus far elapsed in her rather forceful seduction by the two strangers. The two strangers were acutely conscious of the time, since they had already paid a hundred dollars for their pleasure, and had no desire to get stuck with Frankie's "overtime."
Letting their hands trail quickly away from Paula's tits while leaving their mouths tightly in place over her aching little nipple buds, the two nameless men began to explore her nude body with hungry, searching fingers. They teased and tickled their way across her flat, trembling little belly, eager hands moving ever downward toward the softly curling triangle of her damp pubic hair and the soft pink little slit of her cunt lying hidden there within. Their fingertips roamed like small animals over her tight, pliant thighs, then homed in at long last on her pussy itself.
The men were tremendously strong, and although Paula had determined to resist them with at least one part of her still-rational mind, she quickly found that she did not in any case possess the physical strength necessary to do so. They had no slightest difficulty in levering her firm young thighs wide apart, lifting each up in turn and draping it across one of their own heavily-muscled legs, thus leaving her cunt on display both to their hungry eyes and their greedy, probing hands.
Paula cringed inwardly as those unclean paws raked across her soft cuntal lips for the first time, probing and clawing at her most secret genital meat. She soon found, however, that the experience was not altogether unsavory, and as the red-head deftly pried her pouting little nether lips apart with his blunt digits, allowing his swarthy companion to taunt and tease the moist coralline flesh inside with his fingers, she experienced an irrepressible shiver of something very closely akin to sexual delight.
Paula Green's cruel assailants seemed to know exactly what they wanted from her, and exactly what it was necessary to do to force her unwilling compliance in her own crude defilement. One man pinned her burning little clitoral bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and kneading it gently but firmly, for all the world like a man testing grapes before purchasing the ripest bunch. At the same time his partner, also keeping his mouth glued tight over Paula's erectile little nipple, began to trace teasing, taunting patterns around the rubbery mouth of her once-virginal vaginal channel itself. After a long moment's foreplay, he stiffened his long finger and slipped it swiftly, easily into her already moist little cunt.
Paula stiffened anew, writhing and twisting on the car seat as her cunt was impaled by that sliding, reaming finger. She tried to fight down the intensely erotic sensations which that unwanted invasion aroused in her loins and in her mind, but there seemed to be no defense against the storm of passion waiting to break around her head. Already she was fairly amazed by the amount of female lubrication which her tingling little cunt was exuding of its own volition, flooding the man's probing, searching hand with an unmistakable watery signal of welcomme.
The active hands in her crotch joined forces with the two avid mouths and tongues hungrily at work on her breasts, serving to drive her ever deeper into the pit of shame and despair on the one hand, while uplifting another, more wanton, side of her nature to ever higher new pinnacles of forbidden passion and desire. Every second of her puritanical upbringing, her conscience and her heart, cried out for an end to the cruel and lascivious plundering of her ripe naked body. At the same time, she recognized all too well the grim reality of her inexorable surrender to the inevitability of her own debasement, and a secret lecherous corner of her soul gloried in it.
Paula was rather horrified, in the sober corner of her mind, to feel her pelvis and loins taking up an instinctive, totally involuntary fucking rhythm which had her bucking her cunt ever more rapidly outward against the invading, pleasure-giving hands of the two lecherous truck drivers. She found to her horror and chagrin that she could not restrain those lewd and inciteful movements of her lower body, any more than she could quench the flames of mounting lust which so eagerly devoured the sensuous nerve endings of her cunt with every teasing stroke of the invading fingers down below.
Wet little sucking and slurping sounds filled the steamy inside of Paula's Chevy as the two drivers took to their task of finger fucking her hungry little cunt with more gusto. Each humping, bucking stroke of her pelvis against their probing fingers signalled to the two horny men that their young female companion was coming just that much closer to the brink of total, irrevocable passion, a point from which there could be no retreat, but only a single-minded drive onward and upward to the blessed goal of total explosive release. They definitely planned to take her to that goal in the immediate future, and to blissfully join her there themselves.
Paula Green felt as if she must surely faint dead away at any moment, so intense were the erotic and sensual feelings washing over her body from the twin points of stimulation at her tingling breasts, and manhandled little pussy. That constant and multiple stimulation of all her primary erogenous zones at one and the same time was giving her a sort of fascinating pleasure which no action by either of her blonde abductors had yet been able to achieve. She was at once repulsed and irresistible drawn to those sucking mouths and those avidly fucking, skewering fingers, and she found that as time wore on and the erotic sensations grew stronger, all of her mental reservations were rapidly disappearing like smoke blown before a brisk summer wind.
A brief downward glance told Paula that both of the men who shared the back seat with her had long since reached identical points of extreme arousal. Each sported a bulging erection under the tightly-stretched material of his slacks, and over the throbbing head of each covered cock there now spread dark stains to indicate the seeping flow of pre-ejaculate fluid, the unmistakable signal of male readiness to emerge in totally uninhibited fucking. The sight aroused young Paula Green beyond her wildest imaginings, and in spite of her straight-laced upbringing, she found herself desperately wanting one or both of those cocks inside her pumping loins without any further unnecessary delay!
Paula's whole body seemed to be on fire with the lust which those two nameless strangers had at first kindled only in her aching little nipples and her hot, dripping little cunt. Beads of glistening sex sweat stood out in bright relief against her silken skin, serving as a natural lubricant as the men moved their free hands at will over the planes and angles, hills and valleys of her luscious nudity. She trembled at their touch, her tight throat mewling out little whimpering cries of passion and pleas for more in an almost unbroken stream.
Totally enraptured by the erotic sensations which possessed her now, Paula was sobbing her delight orally as she lolled her head limply from side to side, auburn hair flowing in shimmering, attractive waves all about her brightly flushed face. Her eyes were closed to glittering little slits, her mouth hanging slack and open, her pink little tongue tip flicking outward continuously to moisten her lips or flick away some imaginary obstacle.
The red-haired driver had noted that flickering, serpentine action of her soft little tongue, as he was enthralled by the very thought of it. He could not contain himself any longer as that tiny pink organ goaded and beckoned him, taunting him with the half-hinted promise of unimaginable delights to come. Finally, unable to restrain himself for another moment, the redhead deftly withdrew his probing hand from the dew-moistened valley of Paula's ripe and waiting cunt, and used it to attack the restraining belt, snaps and zipper of his own bulging slacks.
Paula was brought back to a state of at least semiconsciousness by two sounds; the metallic rasp of a zipper being rapidly lowered to full extension, and the lewd accompanying snicker of the other truck driver, the dark-haired letch sitting on her right with his hand still buried and avidly working in her naked little crotch. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned instinctively, reflexively, toward the sound of that swiftly descending zipper.
What she saw when her eyes found their target was almost too much for her to comprehend in one viewing. The red-haired driver had already succeeded in freeing his erection from the restraining slacks and jockey shorts, and now it thrust upward from his loins like a tower of flesh, a massive guided missile aimed directly at her panting, wide-eyed face.
The sight of that massive, looming penis enthralled Paula. She had never seen any sight to compare with that one in her young life before, not even the heavy cudgel which Frankie carried between his legs and used on her with such devastating effect. This cock, the truck driver's was a good three inches longer than Frankie's, and nearly two inches in diameter in the middle. The helmet-shaped circumcised glans was purple and pulsing with its rapture, the entire organ gorged to bursting with bright scarlet blood. The thick veins which lined the underside of that powerful shaft were themselves pulsating like living things, almost seeming to undulate beneath the satiny, tightly-stretched penile skin even as Paula stared at them. At the very apex of the fleshy tower, gleaming with reflected light as if to accent the slit in the tip of his fat cock head, was a single pearly drop of seminal fluid the size of a pea.
The instinctive rush of fearful awe which Paula felt at her first sight of that imposing penis was almost immediately swallowed and replaced by an almost overwhelming desire to reach out her slender hand and touch it, to cup and fondle that long, thick, powerful life-giving pole of male procreativity. She felt a deep yearning in the depths of her cunt, and almost imagined her labia turning slightly inward to beckon the meaty invader, sucking rapturously at the other driver's fingers and taking them as a rather poor substitute at best.
It seemed almost as if the red-haired driver could look in Paula's mind and read her most secret, most erotic thoughts. His face wore a broad, beaming smile as he casually took hold of his own cock with one big hand, idly stroking and massaging the full length of it while the naked young woman stared in awe and sensual envy. His caresses smeared the thick drop of semen away from the tip of his glans, spreading it thin over his entire cock until the entire meaty pole glistened as if with a light of his own. The new wetness of his organ produced a little sucking, slushing sound with every stroke of his fist along its imposing length.
Staring at that imposing rod of male genital flesh, Paula Green was amazed to see it actually growing before her very eyes. Although she would have been willing to bet her life that the truck driver's cock was already at maximum extension, she now saw it gaining nearly another full inch in length, and perhaps another half inch if gross diameter, under the teasing, taunting ministrations of his jism-slickened palm. The fat red cock throbbed and pulsated as if with a life all of its own, a fluid pulsation which might have horrified her once upon a time, before that afternoon's experiences, but which now only fascinated and deeply aroused her.
As she looked down at that pulsating, inciteful male organ, young Paula was startled to see one of her own slim hands drifting lonely towards the cum-slick tool as if disembodied and moving with a will and mind of its own. She tried to withdraw that searching, trembling hand, but found her will powerless to control its advance or retreat. She waited, holding her breath, not knowing what to expect when her soft fingertips made contact for the first time in her young life with the velvet flesh of a male penis.
When her long, slim fingers came to rest ever so lightly on the very tip of the red-haired driver's glans, she felt almost as if her fingertips were being seared with a hot iron, so intense and powerful was the erotic sensation. It was obvious that the man, too, felt something of the same sensation, for his body stiffened into instant rock-like rigidity and his cock gave a little lurching, pulsating jump of its own, striving upward to increase the inciteful contact with that welcome but rather unexpected female hand. The driver's breath wheezed out from between clenched teeth in panting little gasps of unrestrained animalistic lust.
Encouraged by the power which she seemed to hold over the stranger, Paula slowly, experimentally, curled her soft fingers around the head of his penis, sliding her palm around over that warm knob of genital flesh until her hand was also slick and moist with the juices of his pre-ejaculate fluid. Then, finally and slowly, with some hesitancy still on her part, Paula slid her curled hand down the titanic length of his organ, stroking the entire length of that powerful cock and then back up again to the quivering, excited tip.
Paula's masturbating strokes increased in speed and power in direct proportion to the truck driver's obvious appreciation of her action, as well as in proportion to the effect which her own act had on her. It felt to her almost as if a current of living electricity was flowing somehow through his powerful organ and along her arm, into her body at the shoulder and rapidly down her torso, after a crackling, inciteful pause at her nipples, to detonate the bomb of acute arousal in the tight little pit of her hungry, needing loins. His cock was emitting a generous supply of seminal fluid now, in time to her milking, demanding strokes, and her hand was almost friction-free as it slid ever more rapidly up and down the slippery shaft of his rigid tool.
On her right side, Paula was less than surprised to hear the rasping noise of a second zipper lowered by quaking hands, and turning half way in that direction, she reached out her free hand without taking her eyes off the penis she held in her left. A little shuddering sigh wracked her naked body as the fat haft of a second cock fitted itself almost naturally into her palm, and soon both of her masturbating hands were equally slick and greasy with the cum of the two truck drivers as she sat there trembling between them, pumping their cocks with amateurish but exciting gusto, eyes half closed, her breath wheezing out in aroused little gusts and pants.
The two tremendously horny truck drivers were able to stand only so much of this, sitting there on cither side of a naked and voluptuous young woman, their big hands rummaging in her wet cunt as she avidly jacked off both of their cocks at once. Each man knew that his orgasm could not long be postponed under such conditions, and so, determined to get the very most for their money out of the experience, each at last reluctantly disengaged her hands from their pricks as if on cue.
Paula was briefly confused by the men's actions, until she looked quickly on either side of her and saw them scrambling to shed their clothing entirely. She knew what was coming then, that she was to be violently taken by first one and then the other, but in fact her young mind was too far lost in a lusty fantasy world of her own creation for that prospect to hold any more terror for her. If anything, she was slightly chagrined to find that the idea rather added to her unwitting arousal of the moment.
When the two partners had succeeded in divesting themselves of all their restraining clothing, they turned once more toward the naked girl between them. Lust burned in their eyes, and they were fairly drooling as they devoured her luscious nudity again with hungry eyes. Paula could patently see the message in those eyes; they would not be long able to restrain themselves from pouncing upon her defenseless naked body.
A few moments of confusion spared the young teacher from immediate indignity of double rape, but by that time she was no longer entirely certain that she wished to be saved. It seemed to her as if the men could not decide which one should ravage her first, or what their first move should be in that erotic little field maneuver. Finally, the decision was made without any spoken signal passing between the two partners, and the nature of that decision took even the lust-crazed young woman completely by surprise.
Both of the strong men seized her simultaneously, grasping her by the hips and shoulders respectively with their big hands. By sheer brute force they lifted her off the seat and turned her this way and that like a child's toy, evidently positioning her in the direction which might be most advantageous for the opening of their lecherous little sex games. When they finished positioning her, Paula was actually kneeling lengthways on the seat cushions, and the men, their own positions altered by their exertions, were kneeling with one at her head and one facing her plump, ripe young buttocks.
Only when she found herself at last there in the chosen position, on hands and knees on the back seat of her own car and sandwiched between the two nameless truck drivers, did the awful truth break through to Paula Green's naive young mind. The evil, lewd men did not plan to take her one after the other: fully intended to attack her simultaneously.
An elicit little tremor of budding excitement at the prospect raced along Paula's spine, but was quickly shouldered aside by a shudder of dread as she finally realized the actual vulnerability of her own position, trapped there between the two aroused males. Already the thick penis of the dark-haired driver was wobbling and waving within inches of her face, and she could plainly feel the hot, wet tip of the other man's penis grazing with taunting little strokes against the back of her firm young thighs. There could not be the slightest doubt in her mind any longer of what each lecherous older man wanted and expected from her.
The red-haired man was intending to fuck into her little pussy from the rear, while his darker partner expected her to lick and suck off the imposing head and shaft of his glistening male cock!
Paula's mind revolted at the prospect of taking that long, thick male organ inside her mouth and throat. For one thing, she had been taught since childhood that such acts, when mentioned at all, were wrong, perverted, and, well, unnatural. For another, the physical evidence before her eyes told her plainly that she could never hope to contain the entire bulk of the stranger's penis within her little throat; surely in his excitement, with the rutting and thrusting which was sure to come as he approached his climax, he might tear something loose inside her throat, or even strangle her on his fat cock itself.
Tears of terror filled Paula's dark eyes to overflowing and then coursed anew down her pale cheeks. Mewling, incoherent little cries of protest and refusal trailed from her lips, but they fell on deaf ears as the two lusty men fell about the task of taking her ripe young body for their personal pleasure. Nothing could restrain them as they pressed on for the goal of possessing her totally and intimately at that moment in time.
Already Paula could feel large, strong hands prying the cheeks of her ass wide apart, exposing both the rosy slit of her cuntal orifice and the tiny, puckered ring of her virginal little asshole. The truck driver crouching back there maneuvered his pelvis into position, letting the cum-slickened head of his penis graze lightly along the furry lips of Paula's pussy, nuzzling in between her pouting nether lips to butt incitefully against the erectile little pleasure node of her clit. That chafing, insistent contact sent shivering spasms of welcome pleasure racing along her spine, but they alone could not overcome the brooding terror she felt for that second cock wavering in front of her face.
The black-haired driver had grasped his thick cock in one hand now, cupping the other hand firmly around the back of Paula's head so that she could in no way avert her face and deprive him of his chosen target. He thrust his hips forward, manually guiding both her head and his cock until the very tip of his glans, with its staring cyclopic eye, made tingling, grazing contact with the tightly-shut lips of her virginal little mouth.
Paula felt the bile rising in her throat at that forbidden contact, and it was all she could do to keep from gagging then and there. She desperately struggled to break free of her dark-haired captor's grasp, almost forgetting the other man intent on fucking her almost-chaste little pussy in terror at being forced into yet another act of forbidden oral sex.
Paula Green's efforts to evade the grasp of the dark-haired driver were so energetic and violent that she unintentionally squirmed her hips backward with considerable force, accidentally impaling her hot and juicy little gash on the first two inches of the red-heads glistening penile shaft. She went instantly rigid at that probing invasion of her cunt, a little groan of mingled pain and arousal slipping from between her tightly clenched teeth as her cuntal muscles alternately fought to bar and to welcome the fleshy invader. A powerful tremor of unwanted passion raced through her body, making her quiver like a dog trying to shake water off his coat.
The red-haired truck driver was totally lost in his own realm of erotic fantasy now, with his cock locked in Paula's cunt. He paused there for a long moment, breathing deeply and simply savoring the erotic sensations which the velvet vice of the young woman's pussy was transmitting to his penis by sheer tingling contact. Finally, he began to flex his long cock shaft as it lay nestled deep inside Paula's cunt, contracting and expanding his pelvic muscles in a fashion that seemed to make his cock swell and pulsate with a vibrant life of its own.
Paula groaned aloud and trembled violently as the lurching, heaving pulsations of the cock buried in her loins further stimulated the burning slit of her excited little vagina. Never before had she felt so completely filled down there, and the position in which the red-haired truck driver knelt behind her allowed him the maximum amount of penile penetration into her exposed and vulnerable little cunt.
The dark-haired man crouching in front of Paula had not been idle, meanwhile. He had maintained his vise-like grip on the back of her straining head, and with his other hand he continued to rub and chafe the wet, glans of his fat prick back and forth along the outline of her tightened lips. Already Paula felt herself weakening in the face of that second assault. Her arousal, heightened by the large cock probing and invading her once-virginal little cunt, had increased her rate of breathing to the point that she was fairly panting, and she was not sure how much longer she could endure breathing only through her two little nostrils. Soon, very soon she feared, it would be necessary for her to open her mouth wide and suck in the cool, clean air that she craved. And when she did so, she knew only too well that the dark-haired man's tumescent organ would also find its unerring way inside her little oral cavity.
In fact, it was not a shortage of air, but rather an excess of sexual passion which finally doomed Paula on the second front of her erotic struggle. For at that precise moment, the red-haired driver had decided to slowly withdraw his fat penis from the clinging confines of her pussy, drawing the rubbery walls along with him and creating the most deliciously excruciating sensation inside of Paula, as if her cunt and uterus itself were somehow being pulled inside-out by some powerful suction machine. The feelings of mingled pain and pleasure were so powerful, so unbearably intense, that Paula could not suppress the growling cry which rose unbidden in her throat from ripping outward between her teeth and lips.
The dark-haired truck driver saw his opportunity at long last and seized upon it greedily. He thrust his hips forward, sliding almost the full length of his slick, fat cock deep into the back of Paula's throat, stopping only when the blunt purple glans had butted up tightly against her soft little palate.
Paula Green experienced an immediate sensation of drowning, and for the briefest of moments she feared that she was about to lose her life by strangling on that thick male organ then and there. After a few seconds of panic, however, she relaxed enough to find that it was still actually quite easy for her to breathe through her nose if only she would relax the tightened muscles of her throat. There was something else about the experience as well, some indefinable combination of flavor and aroma which his penis gave off, which she found surprisingly stimulating and arousing under those unusual circumstances.
Slowly, tentatively, Paula Green let her little pink tongue curl out and lightly stroke along the thickly-veined underside of the dark-haired man's prick. The reaction, though largely unintended and unexpected, was both immediate and very emphatic. He stiffened, arching his back and squirming his hips farther forward so that another half-inch of his meaty rod was buried in her clasping little throat. His penis also seemed to grow measurably in diameter, and she could plainly read the heightened level of his erotic arousal by the way his panting breath wheezed and rattled now in his dry throat. Large beads of perspiration stood out on his reddened face, neck and heaving chest as he wriggled and trembled in the iron grip of powerful, violent emotion.
Behind Paula, the red-haired driver found himself in a very similar state of extreme excitation. After withdrawing his cock from her pussy until only the very tip of it remained inside, he had suddenly and violently thrust his hips forward again, plowing his thick penis deep into her cunt until the glans butted up firmly against the rubbery little barrier of her cervix, jolting Paula and forcing her forward so that the cock trapped in her mouth slid even deeper down into her clinging little throat.
Now the man behind Paula was reaming his long hard prick in and out of her tiny little cunt with ever greater zeal and rapidity, constantly increasing the pace of his powerful fucking rhythm with every skewering stroke of his shaft. His big hands reached out to grasp her full, ripe young hips, tugging her loins back tightly against his own, giving his cock the maximum possible access now to the widely-splayed slit of her no-longer-virginal little twat. On every stroke, as his cock sluiced deeply into the yielding quiver of her loins, the man's heavy testicles swung forward like a fleshy pendulum to smack resoundingly against the taut hemispheres of Paula Green's pliant, yet firm little ass cheeks.
The dual and simultaneous stimuli to which young Paula Green found herself unexpectedly subjected there in the back seat of her own car, with one stranger reaming his fat cock in and out of her superheated little pussy while another slid his ever more rapidly in and out of her clasping, sucking mouth, would have seemed incredible to her if her young mind had been in any sort of condition even remotely approaching rationality. As it was, however, totally caught up and adrift in the lusty fantasy universe created for her by those two rampaging, impaling male organs, Paula had very little time indeed for such philosophical considerations. There was time, in fact, only for the once-virginal young teacher to let herself savor each and every new erotic sensation which came her way, and to try and find space in her mind for the prayer of blessed thankfulness which involuntarily formed there.
Paula's entire nude young body felt as if it was vibrating with the force of intense erotic pulsations that originated, strangely, inside of herself rather than from any outside source. She was trembling like a woman caught in the grip of a powerful tropical fever, her body quaking and perspiring heavily in the heat of her now-unrestrained passionate desire. There seemed to be no denying the fact that what had begun as, at least on her part, an unwelcome and revolting exercise in involuntary seduction, had recently been transformed into a lustful little threesome, an orgy of sorts with three adult partners consenting and participating on equal terms.
Paula Green was the centerpiece of that sensual threesome, the fleshy, erotic altar at which the two nameless men knelt to deliver their fleshy offerings of desire. She accepted those offerings gladly, hungrily, her hips squirming and writhing backward now against the furry loins of the man who was fucking her cunt so energetically. Her grasping little gash was like some erotically inspired mouth, sucking and nibbling at the entrapped length of his male organ with a rapaciousness that rather astounded both of them at the same time. The internal muscles of her inexperienced little cunt seemed to have come alive with a will and passionate desire of their own, clinging to his shaft and stroking it on every skewering thrust, for all the world like the skilled and practiced action of a tight masturbating fist wrapped in a hot velvet glove.
Meanwhile, Paula was also rapidly discovering the possible arousing effects of cocksucking, lapping more avidly now at the thick, invading shaft of the penis which impaled her little mouth and throat with ever-increasing tempo. She churned her tongue about and hollowed her cheeks, tempting and sucking that rampant male organ onward and inward, into a steamy maelstrom of oral passion and lust that the startled dark-haired truck driver could scarcely believe. It was all simply too much for him to accept, as he saw their formerly demure victim suddenly being transformed into a slavering, rutting sex kitten before his own lust-narrowed eyes.
The trio of sex-maddened people at that moment had absolutely no mind for anything beyond their own miniature universe, a highly restricted fantasy world centering around their own fucking and sucking, filled with dizzying erotic sensations which drove them onward and upward, each in their own ways striving to achieve the crowning glory of primal, burning orgasm. So enraptured and distracted were they by the quest for their own driving pleasures, that not one of them noticed when Frankie and Marsha returned from their stroll to stand beside the car, leaning down to peer through the open windows while nudging each other and whispering softly over this or that movement of the three straining naked bodies.
Paula Green was arching and curving her spine like a sensuous serpent in human form, every muscle and tendon in her trim young body rippling beneath the thin velvety covering of her perfect, unblemished skin. Her nipples stuck out like twin bullets from her gently swaying breasts, and her plump buttocks jiggled violently with the dual forces of her own fucking thrusts and the impact of the massive cock being reamed in and out of her tender young twat. Each driving, skewering thrust of that powerful male penis into her cunt produced a little squishing, smacking sound, and already the soft insides of her trembling thighs were dripping with the combined overflow moisture of her own feminine lust secretions and the pre-ejaculate fluid dripping copiously from the red-haired truck driver's thick penis.
Each member of the lusty, lecherous triad hovered on the razor-edged brink of impending satisfaction, each brain and inflamed nervous system straining mightily toward that end with a selfish singleness of purpose which almost denied the existence of the other partners in that sexual union. And yet, at the same time, each participant in that torrid mini-orgy also realized, at a different level of consciousness, that none of them would be able to realize the full erotic potential of that unique situation without the willing and able cooperation of the other two. To that end, and simply because it was the most natural and logical thing to do, they rapidly and avidly went along full speed with their fucking and sucking as if to drive themselves and each other over the brink to blissful oblivion with all possible haste.
Paula Green felt the red-haired truck driver's orgasm beginning, the sensations passing themselves along to her cuntal walls like the unmistakable tremors preceding a major earthquake. She increased the tempo of her own backward-fucking thrusts, helping him get there at the same time that she increased the inciteful friction between his quivering organ and her own little pussy and clitoris. She gloried in the sudden lengthening and expansion of his penis, feeling her own pre-orgasmic tremors mounting in the tightly-stretched little cleft between her ripe young ass cheeks. Inspired by that progress, she once more redoubled her fucking, writhing tempo.
As it happened, Paula and her now-welcome rapist chanced to reach orgasm at almost precisely the same moment. They both stiffened, locked together at the loins as the spasms of intense gratifying passion rocked them and shook them as one. Paula felt her orgasmic convulsions coming, rippling upward and outward from the thoroughly-fucked slit of her pussy to engulf and enflame her entire body and mind. At the same time, the driver's long cock gave a single stiffening lurch of passion, and then seemed to literally explode there inside her, spouting burst after burst of creamy white jism into the thirsty depths of her ravenous little cunt. Paula's inexperienced pussy could not hold all that hot, steamy jism, and in a matter of seconds quantities of the driver's viscous load were overflowing to stream in hot, thick rivulets down the soft, damp insides of her trembling thighs.
As young Paula Green had gradually succumbed to the overwhelming effects of her total, engrossing orgasm, the sucking action of her mouth upon the dark-haired driver's penis had increased in both speed and erotic intensity. It seemed to that panting man as if the young woman kneeling before him was suddenly intent on sucking and draining his testicles dry as a bone, and the swirling, inciteful slashing of her active tongue around the fat glans of his cock was enough to make him gasp and writhe with desire. His testicles were tightly clenched between his straining thighs like a large, angry fist.
The dark man felt his climax coming on like the approach of a run-away steam engine, striking his confused and lust-addled mind with cyclone force and sweeping him away onto a diving, twisting roller coaster ride of passion, sweeping his mind and body around and around and down into a vortex of orgasmic ecstasy. He felt his balls tighten still further, then seemingly explode as the hot flood of his sticky semen raced along the swollen sperm ducts of his penis and erupted from the single slit in his glans in great spouting plumes of cum.
Paula Green felt as if she was suddenly trapped and drowning on the copious flood of semen filling her mouth and shooting back to splatter against her palate. Quickly, and out of reflexive survival instincts, she began to swallow that creamy load of jism, her cheeks hollowing repeatedly as she gulped and strained in an effort to take every last drop of the warm cum. She found the taste, surprisingly, not at all unpleasant, arousing in fact, and with a suddenness which amazed her she was suddenly off and galloping on a powerful secondary orgasm of her own, once more trembling and shaking between the two men who were fucking her so avidly in mouth and cunt.
The three celebrants froze in their trembling positions, locked together at loins and face for a frozen moment of erotic eternity. Then, almost reluctantly, they began to separate and draw away from one another, the moment ending, the mood broken. Little groaning sighs of pleasure came from each of them as they felt the warm sensations of erotic afterglow settling blissfully upon them. The red head's already deflating cock slipped out of Paula's overflowing little pussy with a wet sucking sound, and the dark man's organ left her clinging little oral cavity in a similar depleted condition. Suddenly deprived of those two impaling supports, Paula wobbled unsteadily on hands and knees, and might have toppled completely off the slippery seat if the two truck drivers had not braced her with suddenly gentle hands, helping her as she turned around and collapsed back into a normal sitting position between then.
The two truck drivers dressed quickly and in silence, for some reason averting their eyes from Paula's sweat-glistening nudity as if they now viewed her with a new respect, or else were in some way ashamed of having taken advantage of her vulnerability. Not until they were completely dressed again and climbing out of the car on either side did they notice Frankie and Marsha standing there beside the vehicle with broad smiles on their faces.
"Not bad, eh, boys?" Frankie chortled, breaking the surprised silence. "Did she live up to my advertising?"
"It was fine," the redhead muttered softly, and his dark-haired partner nodded mutely in almost grudging assent.
"I know it would be," the blonde youth answered, leering evilly from one man to the other. "One problem though-you're overtime."
As he spoke, he drew an expensive-looking pocket watch from somewhere inside his blue denim jacket and waved it in the general direction of the men approaching him.
The truck drivers glanced briefly at each other, and then the redhead, as apparent senior partner of the outfit, shook his head in a slow but emphatic negative.
"It was sweet, boy, I'll admit that right up front," he said, his tone grim. "But you've got a hundred off us already, and that's all you're going to get!"
"That's all!" the dark-haired partner said in stern agreement.
Frankie stiffened, his face going from serious to angry, his cheeks reddening. "Now listen," he snapped, "we had a deal, and I'll be fucked if I'm going to let you welsh on it!"
The red-haired driver grinned broadly, showing off a set of slightly yellowed teeth in his ruddy face as he stepped closer. It was an intimidating movement, for he fairly towered over the blonde, willowy youth, and now his liquor-reeking breath was hot and heavy in Frankie's furious face.
"Just what in the hell do you plan to do about it?" the driver was sneering down at the blonde boy. "You gonna call the cops? Or maybe just run home and tell mommie on us?" He joined his partner in a round of chuckling at his own joke.
Frankie seemed to be thinking the problem over for a long moment, his right hand unnoticed as it slid into the pocket of his blue jeans and then began to stealthily emerge once more.
"Well, now," he said slowly, thoughtfully, sucking at his even front teeth, "I suppose I might do THIS!"
The last word of that sentence was somewhere between a hiss and a snarl, and the sudden flow of Frankie's actions fitted the tone of his voice. His right hand came up and out of his pants pocket, swinging in a shallow arc toward the driver who loomed over him. The long, cold switchblade knife snapped open in mid-swing, glittering briefly like a silver finger of steel before the blade ended its arcing track in the soft flesh of the tall man's throat.
The red-haired driver made a little strangled, gasping sound deep in his chest as razor-edged metal sheared through his windpipe and jugular vein. Bright crimson blood fountained from his ravaged throat as the knife emerged beneath his right jaw bone, ripping his throat open from ear to ear. His big hands were half-raised, frozen in space as if undecided whether to clasp at his throat in protective reaction or to flail out at the mere pipsqueak of a boy who dared to challenge him.
Paula Green watched, eyes wide with shock and horror, as the tall driver folded up and collapsed on the grass of the backwoods access road. He was dead before he hit the ground, the front of his work shirt already drenched by the pumping scarlet flow of his life's fluid.
The dark-haired truck driver gave out a rumbling growl of mingled grief and rage, launching himself at Frankie with his big arms and fists wind-milling into the assault. The blonde boy backpedaled rapidly, deftly sidestepping a pair of cadenced punches, darting, bobbing and weaving like the experienced street fighter he was.
At the same moment, lithe little Marsha sprang into action, leaping with the energy and grace of a circus acrobat onto the broad back of the infuriated older man. Her clawed fingers raked deeply across his face, plowing bloody furrows across cheeks and forehead as they sought his eyes.
The driver reacted instinctively to that burden upon his back and shoulders, shaking himself dog fashion and groping behind his throbbing head with both big hands in an effort to dislodge the clawing, biting hellcat lodged there. He might have been successful in warding off her sneak assault had not Frankie chosen that most opportune of all moments to rejoin the battle.
The blonde assassin came in fast and low, moving in a well-rehearsed combat crouch. Over and over he plunged his long, cruel knife blade into the exposed belly and chest of the dark-haired man, burying it to the hilt a half dozen times before the driver could even attempt to react effectively. By that time, of course, it was far too late to do anything, and Paula felt a sob choking her dry throat as the man toppled forward and face down onto the blood-flecked grass, with Marsha still straddling his shoulders. His muscular body gave a single dying shiver, then lay still.
Young Paula Green could not tear her eyes away from that ghoulish scene, no matter how much it repulsed her. She watched as Frankie bent and wiped his bloody knife clean on the seat of the dark-haired man's work pants, then folded the evil weapon and stowed it once more in his pants pocket. Then, he and Marsha went about the task of plundering the dead, turning the men's pockets inside out with practiced speed and ease, themselves pocketing money, wallets, and credit cards with a speed that fairly astonished the bewildered captive schoolteacher.
After a cursory check of the parked truck, which netted the young killers nothing beyond a sack lunch and thermos of coffee, they returned to the waiting Chevrolet and both climbed into the front seat. Frankie scooped up the misplaced blanket from the floorboards at his feet, then tossed it back over his shoulder to Paula before gunning the car's engine into life and moving out along the grassy road.
"Now you've seen what we can do if we have to," he said, his eyes seeking and finding hers from the rear-view mirror, holding her horrified gaze with his icy one. "If you're as smart as I think you are, you'll play along all the way and not try to give us any shit!"
Paula nodded dumbly, afraid to argue, thankful at that moment for the bare concealment and illusory protection which the skimpy piece of blanket material afforded her in her nakedness. She sat there trembling, squeezed into one corner of the back seat, staring through the side window as the trees and underbrush rolled past outside.
After what seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes, the car made its way onto another paved highway, though clearly not the freeway on which she had made the mistake of picking up these two young murderers. They were still traveling east, she surmised, for the sun was setting low in the sky now at their backs, preparing to set in the west. She had no idea where they were going, and she was far too frightened to risk Frankie's murderous wrath by inquiring.
Once, in the distance ahead of them, she saw the black and white shape of a California Highway Patrol cruiser approaching them from the east, drawing rapidly nearer. Desperate escape plans suddenly filled Paula's feverish mind: could she fling her blanket out the window and induce the officer to stop them for littering? Or, perhaps, even cast that dubious cover aside and thrust the top half of her nude torso out the window at attract his attention? Briefly, she even considered flinging herself out of the moving car completely, but the thought of the rough pavement grating and digging into her nude flesh as she bounced and rolled along at high speed froze her hand half way to the door's handle. As for the other plans to secure rescue, she had no slightest doubt that Frankie would endeavor to outrun the police car in any event, and that during the chase, one or both of the murderous young savages would delight in slaying her for the difficulty she had brought down upon their heads.
Weeping bitter little tears of frustration and sheer terror, Paula helplessly watched the sleek patrol car flash past them in the opposite lane, and then recede into the fading light of the sunset far behind. She was left totally alone then with her murderous abductors on that barren stretch of rural California highway.
After the better part of an hour, when fear had receded somewhat in her numbing mind and she was finally conscious of a hunger that reminded her she had eaten nothing since breakfast that morning, Paula was foolish or desperate enough to speak once more to her young captors.
"Please, where are you taking me?" she asked softly, terrified in case her tone, or the act of speaking itself, should provoke some violent insane reaction from either of them.
To her surprise, Marsha's answer was calm, clear, and to the point.
"We're heading for a secret place we know, baby," he said simply. "We've got some friends there, and we can all rest up and party for a while."
Her success with the first question made Paula less cautious, perhaps even reckless, in her newfound freedom to speak. "Whe ...when ...when do you think you might be able to let me go?"
Both Frankie and Marsha chuckled aloud at that; their soft, knowing laughter was somehow more disconcerting than any words of doom which they might have spoken.
"Don't worry about that just yet," Marsha said, grinning wolfishly over her shoulder at the near-naked young hostage. "We want you to meet our friends first, and get to know them a little bit."
"You'll like them fine," Frankie added in an unconvincing tone. "They're our kind of people."
Our kind of people! Paula could not tell whether the boy driving her car was speaking only for himself and the girl, or whether Paula's own abandoned behavior during the past few hours had led him to think of her as one of his little clique of murderous human degenerates. In either case, his pronouncement on the quality of his friends' character made her blood run cold. They would, undoubtedly and without question, be more people just like himself and his evil young female companion. Paula could hope for and expect no mercy from them; only a furtherance and continuation of her own ongoing degradation and misery.
Paula Green dabbed at her moist eyes with a corner of the dusty blanket which at least partially covered her luscious naked body there on the back seat of the hastening automobile. After all, she told herself, it would be best if she put a brave front on things for the moment. It seemed possible that these savages, like the animals they were, would be able to smell or sense an aura of fear around her and might react accordingly. She determined to be brave in spite of everything she had seen and which had happened to her on that numbing afternoon of terror and debasement.
After what seemed like a half hour of continuous driving, Frankie abruptly swung the car onto a dirt road that cut sharply away to the right. From the amount of loose dust overlaying the track, Paula guessed that the road saw little use from vehicles. She felt a little anticipatory shiver of fear pass upward along her spine, raising her hackles, as the paved road and its relative safety disappeared behind a screen of forest at her back.
For good or ill, they must now surely be on the way to Frankie's "secret place." Paula could only wait with trembling limbs and baited breath to see what might befall her there.
CHAPTER 4
After what seemed like an eternity of driving upward and upward, the car at last passed through an opening in a thick screen of evergreen trees and onto level ground. Frankie slowed the car at once, rapping out an apparently prearranged signal on its horn: two short blasts, a longer one, another short. Even as he did so, Paula Green saw their final destination through the side window of the car; it was a rustic but expensive-looking two-storey log cabin affair, with white smoke curling lazily from a stone chimney at the south end.
They were slowing to a halt in front of the cabin's front door just as that door opened from within. A burly, bearded young man stood framed in the lighted doorway. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only blue jeans and scuffed cowboy boots as far as Paula could see. His eyes were somehow cold and forbidding as they locked with hers. Another young man, this one fair and clean shaven, peered over the first one's shoulder from inside the cabin.
Frankie and Marsha got out of the car quickly, calling cheerful greetings to the two men in the doorway. Frankie opened the back door of the car on Paula's side and motioned for her to get out. When she hesitated, he reached swiftly inside and seized her by one arm, dragging her out of the car so roughly that she fell to her knees on the soft grass, almost losing her grip on the blanket which she had now wrapped around her naked body to afford at least some modest protection and coverage.
As she rose slowly, hesitantly to her feet, Paula felt eyes upon her, and glancing toward the north end of the cabin, she now saw another young man standing amid some thick flowering shrubs there. Fading sunlight glinted wickedly on the revolver which he carried thrust into the waistband of his faded slacks.
"We always post a guard up here," Frankie said in answer to her unspoken question as he grasped her by the arm again and steered her commandingly toward the open cabin doorway. The two young men standing there stepped aside to let them enter.
"Who's your guest?" asked the bearded man as the door was closed firmly behind them.
Marsha snickered lewdly. "We, uh, haven't been introduced yet, Jeff," she answered. "At least not by name."
A ripple of lecherous laughter went up around the spacious room of the cabin, and Paula was surprised to hear another female voice lifted amid the general hilarity. Turning toward the massive stone fireplace, she saw a young, dark-haired girl sitting beside the hearth, watching her every move. The girl wore the predictable faded jeans, and a buckskin vest hanging open in front; she wore nothing under that vest, and the round inner curve of her milky-white breast flesh was blatantly exposed. Somehow, the sight seemed to rivet Paula's full attention for a long moment, in spite of the many other problems and dangers she had to face and contend with.
The brunette girl met Paula's stare with a mocking little smile, seeming to read her thoughts, to know her mind. "I like your outfit too, honey," she drawled, and as she spoke she leaned back to rest her back against the stone fireplace, the movement pulling her vest farther open in front and exposing the ripe thrusting swell of her young tits almost to her little hidden nipples.
Paula felt a strange stirring inside of herself as the nameless girl taunted her with her half-naked body, and a little flush of shame rose to her pale cheeks as that feeling brought back unwelcome memories of her earlier lesbian encounter with Marsha in the back of her car. She had very little time to worry about those budding feelings of perverse excitement, however, for her attention was suddenly being urgently demanded in other quarters.
"...and we thought we'd just bring her along for a little party while we were at it," Frankie was saying to the boy named Jeff and his light-haired companion. "No need to waste a great piece of ass, as far as I can tell."
"No reason at all, Frankie," the bearded boy answered thoughtfully, his eyes devouring Paula's shapely form and mentally stripping away the towel to leave her bare before his mind's eye. "No reason at all."
The girl at the fireplace broke into the conversation at that point. "Well, hell," she said in a lilting voice, sounding not-quite sober, "let's get this party started then!"
"Right!" Marsha echoed, her eyes greedy again as they roamed up and down Paula's barely-concealed naked torso. "I could use another dose of what Miss Prissy's got to offer."
"Easy, Marsh," Jeff said, taking instant control of the situation like the leader Paula had already judged him to be. "You and Wendy will get your turns, alright. Just don't be jumping the gun and forgetting your place."
The orders seemed to sober both girls at least slightly, but they kept their lust-glowing eyes fastened on Paula as the three young men led her across to the other side of the room and the couch situated there.
It would be more accurate to say that Paula found herself faced with a bed than a couch, for it was in fact the largest sofa she had ever seen in her life, long enough to seat eight or nine people without crowding, and with cushions so broad that when she sat down her legs were barely able to bend at the knees. She felt for all the world like a small child trying on her father's easy chair for size and finding it much too large for her.
Frankie sat down on one side of Paula, and the bearded boy named Jeff sat on the other. Even as they settled down onto the sofa, the girls, Wendy and Marsha, came quickly over and eased down onto the floor, sitting at her feet. Paula was instantly self-conscious of the fact that from their position they would very-likely be able to look up beneath the small towel which covered her, all the way to her bare, exposed little pussy mound.
Jeff's soft voice interrupted her fearful thoughts. "In case you're wondering about the, uh, luxurious accommodations," he began, "you might say they were, uh, left to us by a late, very generous benefactor. He doesn't need them anymore."
The half-serious explanation sent a new chill of fear racing along Paula's spine. She was instantly reminded of the death of the two horny truck drivers, and she felt certain that the former legitimate owner of the plush cabin had shared their cruel face. She began, all at once, to have very serious doubts about whether she would survive the coming ordeal.
Jeff and Frankie continued speaking to Paula, alternating as they took turns describing their hermitic life for her, but their words did not truly sink into the terrified young schoolteachers consciousness. She was far more aware of their creeping, insidious hands, already moving slowly, tauntingly up her bare thighs on either side to toy with the short hem of her covering towel. Already she could feel their hot, sweaty fingertips beginning to slide gingerly under that makeshift garment, inching methodically upward toward the vibrant, tremulous mound of her lightly-furred little cunt.
Jeff withdrew his hand before letting it reach its destination, bringing it swiftly up to cup the ripe swell of her left breast through-the soft, worn material of the towel. He began to knead and massage that pliant globe of flesh, all the time nuzzling and licking incitefully along the side of her soft throat nearest to him. At length, his mouth came to her tiny shell like ear, and Paula stiffened where she sat, quivering with cold passion, as his little tongue tip flicked out lightly to trace the outline of her inner ear. All the while, his strong hand continued to grope and fondle her breasts, until the cherry little nipples were thrusting out prominently and obviously from beneath the thin terry-cloth material of the towel.
No longer satisfied to merely caress her tits through the barrier of that makeshift covering, Jeff withdrew his hand and slowly, but with considerable hidden strength, drew aside her own hands from where they were gripping the towel together at the top. Unobstructed now, his own fingers returned to the towel, pulling it apart and spreading it wide with excruciating slowness until the pliant but firm cones of her pale naked tits were fully exposed to the gaze of everyone in the room.
Young Paula Green heaved a long, shuddering sigh of mingled humiliation and budding excitement. She was unable to either suppress or deny the tingling of incipient arousal which she felt in her large, taut breasts; her burning pink little nipples were standing out firm and rigid now from the round circles of her crinkled aureoles. Those nipples ached, the pleasurable pain accenting the heated sensation which was already spreading outward from her manhandled tits to envelope her whole upper body.
Jeff brought his big hands back to her breasts now that they were fully exposed, centering a rigid nipple in each hand palm and beginning to move his hands in grinding, inciteful circular motions that left Paula trembling and breathless with sudden flaring desire. Instinctively, almost unconsciously, she arched her supple spine, thrusting her tits tighter into his chafing, massaging palms of her own volition, striving against her own will and better judgment to increase the inciteful contact between hands and breasts. It looked, to the other viewers gathered there, as if the semi-nude teacher was actually offering her breasts to the bearded youth as some sort of living sexual sacrifice to the gods and goddesses of passion.
Even as she reluctantly began to savor the sensations flaring in her tingling, burning breasts, Paula felt Frankie's invading hand moving within striking range of her moist, clasping little cunt itself. With a final thrust of his arm he was there, forcing her pliant thighs wider apart with his other hand even as his fingers trapped and enfolded the mound of her tingling, needing little beaver. Holding her sex in his hand, cupped tightly in the warm confines of his palm, Frankie began to grind his hand slowly back and forth, deliberately igniting embers of raw sensual passion which Paula soon found that she could neither extinguish nor even control in the slightest degree.
The young teacher's limbs began to tremble, and her excited breath was coming in chest-heaving little pants now as she felt herself slipping once more under the unwholesome, evil spell of her sexual assailants. For all the alarms and loud warnings blared out by the voice of her conscience, there was nothing whatever that Paula could do to refute or deny the irresistible desire that those eager, probing hands were inciting in her captive naked body.
Jeff's hands upon her quivering breasts had become firmer, more demanding, and Frankie was in the process of curling one long finger upward and between the pouting nether lips of her cunt, when Paula, to her mingled horror and arousal, was assailed from yet another quarter at the same time. Suddenly, and without prior warning, she trembled to the sensation of a hot wet mouth being plastered against the fluttering flesh of her flat little belly, a mere inch or two above the tiny indentation of her navel.
Paula's half-closed eyes snapped wide open once again, and she stared down the naked curves of her body to behold a sight that repelled, fascinated and aroused her, all at the same instant of time.
Wendy, the dark-haired girl from beside the fireplace, was leaning forward across Paula's knees now, using both hands to spread Paula's now-useless towel wide apart as she plastered her hungry mouth against the luscious nudity displayed within. The girl's long, black hair fanned out in graceful swirls across Paula's naked belly, loins and thighs, adding an inciteful little tickle to the other panoply of erotic sensations which she was being grudgingly forced to accept. She saw that the girl had shed her buckskin vest completely now and was nude to the waist; the chafing of Wendy's rigid and excited nipples against her own naked legs gave Paula Green a new and added extra tingle of excitement.
A struggle of sorts seemed to be developing between the four lecherous young people. Jeff had his hands full at the moment with her proudly straining tits, while Frankie was busy with her cunt and Wendy was sliding her hot, wet mouth and tongue hither and yon around Paula's belly. Each of them was rather blocking the other from progressing to any other form of foreplay, however, and in the crush of humanity centered the nude young teacher, Marsha, the lecherous little blonde, had been totally unable to find any space or access at all.
As if under the power of mental telepathy, Jeff and Frankie suddenly and together withdrew their hands from Paula's trembling, excited body. A little moan of confusion and frustration rose in her throat, but vanished as the men seized her, manhandling her off of the couch and down onto the carpet floor at their feet. Then, without making any immediate move to join her there, the quartet gathered around, staring down at naked young Paula as she lay, totally exposed there, on her back.
"Ladies first," Jeff said at last, with a note of wry reluctance in his voice. Frankie made no move to dispute his leader's ruling, while Wendy and Marsha giggled with budding ecstasy at the prospect of having Paula's luscious naked body all to themselves for at least a short while.
Paula, in her state of mounting excitement and sexual distraction, did not notice that the other blonde boy, who had greeted them with Jeff at the door, made no move to join the orgy as it rapidly shaped up into a sexual free-for-all. Rather, he stood apart, watching the advancing proceedings with a vaguely disturbed and uncomfortable expression on his handsome young face.
Marsha and Wendy wasted no time in positioning themselves for their assault upon Paula's reclining naked body. In fact, they moved so swiftly and surely, with such apparently practiced precision, that one still-rational corner of Paula's mind told her they must have had considerable experience in similar situations before. Dark-haired Wendy was suddenly crouching directly above Paula's flushed and panting face, looking down the length of the young teacher's body toward her tremulous loins. At the same time, blonde young Marsha had taken up an identical squatting position above Paula's lightly-furred little pussy mound, facing toward where Wendy crouched above the naked teacher's face. It had not even occurred to the lust-befuddled young Paula to notice it before that moment, but she now saw that both of the young outlaw women were totally naked, having apparently stripped down without delay while Jeff and Frankie were lifting her off of the couch and onto the floor.
The two young women, Marsha and Wendy, looked each other in the eyes for a long moment, and then, as if on the sounding of some inaudible signal from above, they both lowered their hips, spreading their thighs wider apart as they crouched down lower on top of Paula's prostrate nude form. At one end, this brought the softly curling pubic hair of Marsha's cunt into contact with the young teacher's own naked vaginal crest, and at the other, it brought the pink little slit of Wendy's warm, moist vagina to within a half-inch of Paula's panting, slightly-open little mouth.
Staring up into the cyclopic eye of Wendy's wet and excited little twat, Paula Green had no slightest doubts about what the curvaceous young brunette expected of her; she clearly wanted the same sort of oral, perverted lesbian lovemaking which Marsha had grudgingly forced from Paula during the long drive to the cabin. The captive schoolteacher steeled her mind to resist, praying for the strength to fight off the erotic temptation which she already felt growing inside of her, but at that very moment something else happened to further undermine her righteous determination.
The pressing contact of Marsha's naked cunt against Paula's had suddenly increased in both strength and intensity. The curvaceous, naked blonde had begun to slidea grind her cuntal mound back and forth against the already-tingling lips of the young teacher's pussy, moving her hips in slow, sinuous and inciteful rotary grinding motions that fairly set Paula's captive little pussy on fire with unwelcome embers of passion. It seemed that each new stroke of Marsha's grinding, chafing pelvis forced Paula's tight little cuntal labia farther apart, bringing the tinglingly erectile little pleasure bud of her tiny clitoris into ever-greater conjunction with the lips of her sexy attackers bare pussy. Soon, Paula knew, she would feel the jangling, electrifying contact of clit against clit, and she was not at all certain as to whether or not her firm mental resolve could withstand such shattering temptation.
Inhaling the heady aroma of Wendy's cunt so close above her face, Paula could feel herself slipping ever closer to the brink of total sensual abandonment which she so dreaded and feared at that moment. She hated the thought of giving in to the lewd and lecherous lesbian assault of those two naked young women, but under the circumstances, considering the state of her own rapidly advancing arousal, there seemed to be little or no hope for long continuing her resistance.
Both of the naked young women crouching above Paula's recumbent form had a hand active on her luscious naked body, taking turns in massaging her tits, belly and loins for maximum inciteful effect. Their other hands were active upon each other, going through the same arousing paces as they taunted and teased each other's tingling erectile nipples and dipped lower to sweep across heaving bellies and palpitating crotches. The three-way lesbian interaction now required only one element for completion, and that was the active cooperation, however reluctant, of young Paula Green as the third partner in the triangle.
That grudging cooperation was finally forced from the young female hostage as the naked brunette thrust her pelvis more forcefully downward, now completely covering Paula's little nose and mouth with the furry slit of her wet and steamy vagina. For a brief instant Paula was afraid that she would be suffocated by that sensual muff, but soon she realized that she could in fact breathe quite easily if only she relaxed.
Slowly, experimentally, Paula's nimble little tongue slipped out from between her pearly white teeth almost of its own volition, against her conscious will, trailing and teasing along the slit between Wendy's swollen cuntal labia. The brunette crouching over her face stiffened reflexively, a little gasp of grateful passion and lust forced from her tight throat by the intensity of the sensation which Paula's timid licking aroused. Almost at once Wendy's hips and pelvis were in fluid, undulating motion, sliding her cunt back and forth to accent and complement the sliding motions of the invading little tongue tip that she craved so badly.
At first, young Paula Green could scarcely believe that she was actually lying there and licking the exposed cunt of a girl she had met only moments earlier, but there was simply no denial or turning back from the storm of multiple erotic sensations raging through her body at that moment. There was the heady aroma and vaguely earthy flavor of Wendy's vagina as she tracked her tingling little tongue ever more rapidly along its length, supping of the warm female moisture that flowed there. At the same time, there was the inciteful action of Wendy's and Marsha's hands upon Paula's naked torso, teasing and kneading her breasts into quivering fleshy cones alive with erotic tension and excitement. Finally, and most convincingly powerful of all at that precise moment, there was the constant arousing, chafing contact of Marsha's hot, naked cunt against the captive schoolteacher's own straining, hungry little twat. The combined effect of those multiple stimuli was nearly enough at that moment to drive Paula Green around the bend of sensual insanity, and at the very least it was guaranteed to keep her tingling little tongue tip in action along the sweet-smelling valley of dark-haired Wendy's tight little pussy.
All the while that they were receiving their cuntal arousal and satisfaction from the young woman lying prostrate between their splayed thighs, Wendy and Marsha were also becoming more wrapped up in their manual advances toward each other. Their little tingling nipples, Marsha's pink ones and Wendy's tan, were quiveringly erect and fairly bursting with the intensity of their sensual excitement. Fingers flew like lightning from breast to breast, and finally, in their intense arousal the young girls withdrew their free hands from Paula's writhing torso, devoting their full manual attention for the moment to the heated stimulation of their own straining, pulsating tits.
Sighing and moaning with rapidly accelerating arousal, Wendy leaned forward from the waist, careful to leave her tight little cunt in place atop Paula's sucking mouth, and planted a deep, probing kiss upon Marsha's waiting lips. The lithe young blonde responded in kind, her agile tongue flicking out to join Wendy's in quite an exciting little oral ballet of passion. The sweet breath of the two young lesbian lovers mingled hotly, their mutual sobbing moans of passion and desire muted in the cave of each other's mouths and throats.
The two boys seated on the huge sofa were fairly panting with lust as they watched the three naked women on the floor performing in a lewd little show for their voyeuristic pleasure. Both young men were nude now, having divested themselves rapidly of all clothing as soon as they had turned Paula over to their female partners in abduction. Now they were both masturbating slowly, almost idly, keeping their eyes glued on the lustful scene being enacted there on the at their feet. Their fucking, pumping fists moved slowly, cautiously, for they were being very careful only to arouse themselves to a fever pitch, but not to explode in draining, depleting orgasm prematurely.
Of the six people present then in the large, warm living chamber of the stony cabin, only the anonymous young man beside the door remained fully undressed and totally uninvolved in the lusty action taking place. He stood apart, detached from the inciteful little scene, his eyes darting from the couch to the trio on the floor and back again, his expression of disapproval and distaste deepening by the moment.
None of the three young women were presently conscious of either that lone disapproving stare, or of the hungrier, more avid glares their antics were drawing from the two naked young men on the couch nearby. The girls were by now totally caught up in their own active sexual involvement, caring for nothing but the pleasure and excitement they were giving each other, craving nothing save the explosive release which was now uppermost on all their young minds.
Young Paula Green was once more totally caught up in an act of perverted sensuality which had been initially forced upon her by cruel and lecherous strangers. There was no time to ponder her seemingly extreme vulnerability to the slightest sexual advance. Rather, she now had time and a mind only for the pursuit of a rocking, reeling orgasm which, hopefully, would leave she and her two lesbian partners drained and sated, totally, completely limp with intense sexual satisfaction.
Paula's licking and sucking of Wendy's hot, excited cunt, was becoming more animated and active by the moment. Already the young naked captive was swirling her darting little tongue up and down the moist coralline slit of her tormentor's cunt, flicking the tip all around the clasping rubbery mouth of Wendy's vaginal channel itself, then sweeping onward and upward to flay the erectile little pleasure node of the nude brunette's clitoris. At the same moment, Paula was fairly inhaling great mouthfuls of soft, tender cuntal flesh, sucking and gnawing greedily on the lips and inside of Wendy's pussy in a manner which left the dark-haired outlaw girl moaning and writhing in near-helpless arousal and lust.
Below, in the region of her own cunt, Paula was receiving spasms of the most intense erotic excitement, a pleasure which she would previously have said was impossible from the mere rubbing and chafing of one naked female pussy against another. The proof was in the arousal she felt, however, and there could be no denying the intense feelings which Marsha's wet and dripping little cunt were provoking as it scraped and ground tightly against Paula's upward straining vaginal mound.
Paula's hips went into action seemingly on her own, her tight little buttocks lifting upward off the carpet and swirling her hips in time to the exciting chafing motions of Marsha's own pelvic girdle. A mewling cry of passion rose in Paula's mouth and was just as quickly lost in the hot, steamy depths of Wendy's hungry little cunt, as she at last surrendered herself entirely and without further reservations to the irresistible erotic sensations sweeping over her like some hot and sensual tidal wave of lust.
The three nude and glistening, sweat-coated bodies of the straining young women moved almost as one, rocking back and forth with a fluid rhythm and singleness of mind and purpose that was almost poetic to behold. Each one moved, writhed and undulated her curvaceous young form in perfect unity with the others, no tongue, hand or cunt ever missing a single beat as they strummed out their soundless symphony of desire and lust on one another's nude torsos. The wet sounds of sliding flesh, slipping fingers and sucking, lapping mouths filled the expansive living room of the luxurious vacation cabin with an arousing cacophony of sensual noises.
Paula's hands and arms flailed wildly, uncontrollably upward and outward, all about her. Everywhere her hands came to rest, it seemed, her fingers met another erogenous area on the sweating, straining bodies of her two nude young lovers. She twisted and tugged at their erectile little nipple buds with sensual ferocity, igniting spasms of pleasure-pain in the captured tits of both Wendy and Marsha.
At the same time, the two girls crouching over her kept their excited mouths locked tightly together in a deep, smoldering soul kiss, and their hands were-likewise active on their own tits and upon Paula's. Together, the lusty little trio seemed to have devised the perfect erotic symbiosis of rutting, sucking lesbian pleasure.
With emotions and sensations of such magnitude and intensity at work inside the writhing bodies of each young female, there could be no serious thought of prolonging their mutual ecstasy indefinitely. Already Paula Green could feel the familiar pre-orgasmic tension mounting in the tingling cleft between her young ass cheeks, and her two homosexual lovers were both in very similar conditions of near-explosion. They rocked together there on the carpeted floor, poised on the very razor-edged brink which separates total, fulfilling explosion from total frustration and despair, each and every member of the sweating, lustful trio determined to fall on satisfaction's side of that invisible erotic borderline of the mind.
Paula felt her every muscle and tendon taut and straining, each fairly standing out like steel cords beneath the smooth tanned satin of her skin. She writhed and tossed beneath the fleshy arches of the thighs which held her loosely captive on the floor, her pelvis bucking and fucking upward to keep her cunt in continual grinding contact with Marsha's vaginal slit, and her head lolling feverishly from side to side as she sought to gnaw and suck every square inch of Wendy's exposed, hungry loins all at the same time. From the waist down, Paula's vibrant nude body seemed to have been dipped in liquid fire, and every aroused nerve ending was suddenly telegraphing the most welcome massage that total explosive climax was on the way.
Young Paula Green left her orgasm beginning like the first small tremors of a massive earthquake, almost imagined rather then actually felt, but growing definitely stronger and more demanding by the second. Suddenly she was there, at the brink and then over it in one swirling, dizzying plunge, seeming to spin head downwards into the multi-colored vortex which is the pit and pinnacle of complete and gratifying sexual climax. Her body arched and writhed in convulsions of sexual frenzy, her throat straining as she mewled a nonstop series of panting, gasping cries into the deaf ear of Wendy's sucking, clasping vagina.
Almost at the same instant that Paula Green crossed that invisible mental boundary into the never-never land of sweet sensual oblivion, Wendy and Marsha exploded simultaneously above her. Their hands scrabbled and clawed madly for holds on each other's straining tits, fingernails leaving red streaks, the pain of which was as nothing in the ecstasy of the instant. They rocked and pumped back and forth, intertwining tongues dancing and dueling, arms tightening about each other as they sobbed and whimpered their joy and relief into each other's hot little mouths.
Finally, as that mutual three-way climax reached its searing, almost unbearable peak, all three of the young women went suddenly, totally rigid, bodies contorted and straining into the final second of ecstasy. It was as if each girl in turn, acting simultaneously though independently, had sought to wring out her body and nervous system, extracting the last gasp and twitch of sensual pleasure before collapsing back upon the soft carpeting into total limp exhaustion, there to bask in the super-heated after-flow of sensual desire.
The moment gradually passed, the tidal wave of lust slowly breaking and subsiding in each and every one of the lithe bodies locked together there on the floor. Almost as one, just as they had stiffened, the young women now visibly relaxed, almost sagging as it were into postures of relaxation and repose.
The three lust-drained young women had scarcely begun to disentangle themselves when Jeff and Frankie left their positions on the plush sofa nearby, moving down onto the floor as if to join the trio and make it a quintet. In truth, however, the two naked and horny young men had absolutely no intention of coupling with Wendy or Marsha at that moment. Instead, the full attention of their minds and their erectile, lurching cocks was focused single-mindedly upon the naked, prostrate form of young Paula Green.
Paula herself was so totally drained and emotionally exhausted by the sensually traumatic experience she had just undergone that she simply lay there on the soft warm carpeting of the floor, eyes closed and naked breasts heaving in time with her panting breath as she sought to recover some vestige of her lost self-control and composure. She did not notice the two naked males moving up beside her on their knees. In fact, she had no knowledge of their presence until they touched her, Jeff stroking the inside of her naked thigh with his fingertips while Frankie leaned forward to envelop one still-rigid nipple in his hungry oral cavity.
"Please, not again," Paula murmured tiredly, clearly thinking that Wendy and Marsha were coming back for more of the same. When her eyes opened to behold the naked men bending over her, however, she gave a little start, recoiling and gasping her surprise at the sight of their now-nude bodies and jutting, blood-engorged cocks wobbling there over her recumbent naked body. She might have tried to escape except that she was simply too exhausted from her recent shattering orgasms, and in any case, there was nowhere for her to go.
Paula Green would theoretically have liked to resist the tempting erotic sensations which the sight and touch of those two naked men inspired in her, but even as they laid hands and mouths upon her moist, succulent body she still lingered in the warm nether world of sexual afterglow, a perfect victim for any efforts to rekindle the embers of sensual desire inside. Even though her mind cried out weakly for her to fend off the advances of those men who so plainly meant to possess her sexually, she lacked at that moment both the physical strength and the mental determination to put up a fight. She was still simply too much aroused by her experience with Wendy and Marsha, and in one increasingly wanton corner of her young mind, she found herself actually anticipating some good honest fucking with a man, or pair of men, after the previous homosexual experience she had undergone with the two girls.
Frankie and Jeff, of course, were only too glad to accommodate her in that regard. Frankie was already busy sucking and nibbling at the excited cones of her ripe, firm tits, teasing and taunting her tingling little nipple nodes into ever greater arousal and erection while electrifying sensations enveloped Paula's trembling upper torso. At the same time, Jeff, tiring of merely caressing the moist naked flesh of her inner thighs, had shifted his position, pulling her slim legs wide apart with his powerful hands and moving around until he was actually kneeling between them, his lowered head less than a foot above the fur-covered mound of Paula's succulent, waiting cunt.
Paula scarcely noticed him there, crouching above her naked little pussy mound like a lion waiting to pounce upon its prey, until he forcibly attracted her attention to her most sensitive erogenous zone. Ducking his head forward, Jeff brought his face to within a couple of inches of her cunt, bringing his hands inward at the same time to pry her pouting cuntal labia apart with deft, sure fingertips. The entire succulent valley of the young teacher's pink little pussy was now exposed before the greedy, lecherous eyes of the bearded young outlaw.
Paula trembled helplessly under the multiple stimuli of Frankie tonguing and sucking her nipples, while below the cool air of the room and Jeff's own hot breath mingled to provoke bizarre and exciting sensations in the wide-spread slit of her once-virginal vagina. She quivered ceaselessly, like a woman caught in the grip of some deadly tropical fever, but at the same time she knew that her affliction had a very simple and satisfying cure. She needed more sex; to be driven and lashed on to bigger and better orgasms was at that moment the naked young teacher's one and only desire.
Thrilled with passion as he crouched there, inhaling the heady female aroma of the naked captive's moist, waiting little pussy, Jeff found that he could no longer contain or restrain himself and his passion. His head thrust rapidly forward like a stroking serpent, his bared teeth digging into the succulent coralline flesh of Paula's cunt while his agile tongue went into blazing action along that wet slit, flicking rapidly here and there like the hand of an erotic metronome.
Paula stiffened with a spasm of uncontrolled desire as Jeff's darting, laving tongue teased first around the crinkled little mouth of her vaginal channel itself, then swept on to blissfully torment the erectile little pleasure node of her clitoris. The smoldering embers left over from her ever-so-recent lesbian orgasms were now immediately fanned into bright roaring flames of lust once again, causing her hips and pussy to take up an involuntary little humping, fucking rhythm of their own and on their own volition.
Jeff was immediately encouraged by the naked young woman's instinctive response to his sucking and licking of her cunt. He at once redoubled his efforts, speeding up the taunting action of his tongue and using his sucking lips and scraping, gnawing teeth to even greater effect on the moist pink flesh lining her tight inner pussy. Again and again his tongue returned to the tightly-crinkled eye of her vagina, probing further and more demandingly on each erotic visitation until the naked young teacher's entire body was literally aflame with livid desire, trembling with the fierce, raging intensity of her passion.
Meanwhile, Frankie's hands and mouth were having a very similar erotic effect on Paula's naked, straining young breasts. It felt as if her tinglingly erectile little nipple buds might literally explode at any instant, so immediate and intense were the sensations of sensual delight which the boy's taunting, tormenting tongue and fingers were provoking there. Paula felt as if her heaving breasts were on fire with the licking, searing flames of lust. Her breath came in excited little pants, burning in her throat, making her feel dizzy as if she was about to faint dead away.
Jeff and Frankie were naturally enjoying having the naked young teacher at their sexual command, but they were by no means content with supplying her with erotic pleasures while receiving so little themselves in return. Accordingly, with almost a single mind they immediately determined to turn the tables, so to speak, making sure that each and every member of the new lusty little triad should get his or her just sexual desserts.
As if on cue, moving in unison, Jeff and Frankie withdrew their mouths and hands from Paula's hotly trembling erogenous zones. They rocked back on their naked haunches, looming over her prostrate form for a moment before the effect of their sudden withdrawal fully dawned upon their female captive. When she realized at last that the delightful tongues and fingers were no longer teasing and pleasing her panting young body, Paula's eyes snapped wide open to discover the reason for her recent frustration. There was no restraining the little groan of sexual disappointment which rose unbidden in her throat, signaling her panting need more clearly than any words.
"Wha ...what ...why did you stop?" she asked them both haltingly, her eyes shifting from one naked young man to the other in search of answers to that puzzle.
They made no verbal answer, but rather laid hands upon her again, grasping her firmly by the hips and shoulders as they first rolled her over unceremoniously onto her stomach, and then lifted her up about two feet off the floor, holding her suspended in the air there until she got the idea and finally supported herself on wobbly hands and knees. Resting there at last on all fours, watching Frankie move directly in front of her face at the same time that Jeff disappeared behind her, hidden from sight behind her plump little ass, Paula released a little sigh of coming contentment. She now felt that she knew exactly what the young men had in mind, and she could raise no serious voice of moralistic disapproval as mental images of her earlier sucking-and-fucking party with the two truckdrivers in just that same position flooded her mind.
Indeed, there was nothing in the early advances of the two young men to let Paula think that they had anything else in mind than fucking her cunt while she eagerly sucked off the other's long hot cock. Already Frankie was guiding his rigid penis, so familiar to her already, to within inches of her slightly-open lips, gripped tightly in one white-knuckled fist. At the same time, Paula could feel the moist, warm glans of Jeff's rigid member swaying and tickling idly against the smooth backs of her firm young thighs, just below the under-swing of her ripe young ass cheeks as they were offered up to him as a living, fleshy sacrifice of lust.
Through narrowed eyes, young Paula Green peered out at the serpent-like penile shaft swaying and bobbing so near to her perspiring, lust-blushing face. As Frankie guided it ever nearer to her mouth, finally letting the purple, helmet-shaped glans make the slightest tingling contact with her sensuous lower lip, a long, powerful ripple of passion passed through the kneeling woman's nude young body.
Tentatively, experimentally, Paula let her pink little tongue tip curl lightly out from between her parted white teeth. She did so without serious preoccupying sensations of guilt or shame, knowing from her experience earlier that afternoon that the sucking and licking of a rigid male cock was not inherently ugly or distasteful, but could actually be quite arousing and satisfying if taken in the right spirit. At the same time, she also consoled the more puritanical side of her nature with the rationalization that she would not have been physically able to resist for long in any case, so complete was the grip of powerful, all-consuming lust upon her feverish body and mind.
Lightly, tauntingly, Paula Green flicked the soft little tip of her tongue along the fluted underside of Frankie's blood-engorged cock head. His response was emphatic and immediate, evidenced by a lurching jump of his cock that saw it grow another full half inch in length, and by a sudden stiffening of his entire young body that had the hot breath wheezing from between his tightly-clenched teeth. His hips bucked impulsively forward, almost slamming the cum-and-saliva-slickened tip of his cock between Paula's lips and teeth by sheer brute force.
There was no need for such coercive force, however, for by this time in her ongoing abduction and seductions, the naked young hostage was more than happily willing to participate in the avid sucking of his lust-stiffened penis. Her mouth was already opening into a tight oval, with warm lips stretched over white, sharp teeth to insure the protection of his invading, sensitive member. She took him gladly into her hot little oral cavity, sucking in only the head at first and holding it there as she sought to lick and suck away every viscous trace of his slowly-seeping pre-ejaculate fluid, savoring the slightly salty flavor of that leaking jism.
Frankie could hardly believe what was happening to him, the raging erotic sensations which the young teacher was willingly, even eagerly inflicting upon his thrusting, probing organ with her sensuous, sliding little tongue. He fought to hold his breath as the overwhelming sensations struck him like a sensual tidal wave, but as the kneeling young woman drew ever more of his tingling, burning organ into her tightly clasping mouth, he found himself fighting a losing battle with his own powerful lust. His hips began to surge forward and backward, helping her take more and more of his prick in her mouth and throat with each reaming, skewering thrust of his pelvis. And she seemed to welcome that lewd penile invasion of her mouth, relaxing and opening her throat muscles until she took his cock in to the maximum possible depth, feeling his blunt glans butting at last against her soft little palate.
They were locked together there, mouth against loins, each in their own way savoring the sensations born out of that erotic connection; the young man quivering and gasping with passion, the woman sucking and slavering along the fat girth of his penis in a near-frenzy of sensual delight.
Jeff, meanwhile, had contented himself for several moments with merely watch the lecherous interplay between Frankie and the young woman. Finally, feeling the sensual heat in his cock and the grinding ache in his testicles mounting toward the verge of sheer erotic agony, he took his thick penile shaft firmly in hand and guided its blunt tip into tingling, burning conjunction with Paula's hot and wanting loins.
The captive young teacher felt another rippling spasm of passion sliding up and down her supple backbone as Jeff's cock head teased lightly around the fur-lined lips of her gaping little cunt, setting off jangling alarm bells of arousal in the back of her skull. She could feel her own viscous feminine lubrication flowing freely, easing the way for the penile invasion of her tight little cunt which she expected to feel momentarily. She was surprised, however, when the young man did not thrust his rigid organ into her aching, wanting body at once, but rather continued his teasing, chafing strokes, finally guiding his prick up and away from her hot little gush completely to slide the wet glans along the tight cleft of her virginal little ass.
There was something disturbing, and yet undeniably arousing, in the caress of that velvety cock tip along the slit of Paula's ass. She could not mentally define the concern and unease which that most intimate touch inspired in her, and in the passionate heat of the moment she was not really inclined to pause and give thought to such philosophical considerations. For the moment, it was enough simply to know that the feelings transmitted by that probing male organ to her burning rectum and environs was predominantly pleasurable, and she was more than willing to simply savor it while it lasted.
Jeff, for his part, was intensely gratified that the naked young woman accepted his initial, experimental cock probing of her ass cleft with such apparent equanimity. Thus far there was no slightest show or thought of resistance on her part, and he let his cock-guiding hand become ever bolder as time passed, finally poking and probing with the thick glans of his penis right up against the crinkled little ring of her rubbery anal sphincter.
Paula was trembling violently now from the renewed combination of erotic sensations possessing her curvaceous young body. She rocked gently back and forth on her hands and knees, assisting Jeff in his penile massage of her widely-splayed ass now, alternately thrusting her ass against the probing tip of his penile shaft and then withdrawing it teasingly once more. She was getting into the spirit of the sensual little byplay, and loving every second of it.
Jeff continued his inciteful penile massage of Paula Green's tremulous little ass for a bit longer, allowing her to savor the delicious sensations emanating from her tight little rectum in all their intensity. At the same time, he was well aware of the rapt pleasure she was deriving from the act of licking and sucking the fat pole of Frankie's rampaging young cock simultaneously. Her responses to the sexual assaults being inflicted upon her willing young body were far surpassing the wildest dreams of either young man, driving them on and avidly encouraging them to take more and wilder liberties with her curvaceous, luscious body.
Frankie was reaming his long, hard penis in and out of Paula's clasping, sucking little mouth with a speed and force equivalent to that he might have adopted if pounding his meat into her naked and yielding vagina. Surprisingly, Paula found that she had little or no difficulty in assimilating the bulk of his driving, thrusting organ into her little mouth and throat, even beginning to savor the rhythmic pounding which her palate and the back of her throat were receiving from his pummeling glans.
Seizing the golden opportunity as it presented itself to him, Jeff now began urging the fat tip of his cock with ever more insistency against the tightly closed ring of Paula's virginal anal sphincter. He did not immediately exert such force that he might risk alarming the naked young woman, but rather timed and paced his strokes to seem as if he was merely continuing the same inciteful massaging of her rectum and surrounding areas which Paula had already so obviously accepted. He waited, biding his time, until the very slit-eyed tip of his penis was centered against the tiny opening of her virginal asshole, poised for the thrust which would impale and skewer her to the very core of her being.
Timing his move to coincide with one of Paula's rapid backward-thrusting motions, Jeff thrust his own pelvis forward to meet her, grinding the thick head of his penis firmly into her clasping little rubbery rectum to the depth of about an inch. He was seized by an immediate spasm of lusty trembling as her rectal passage instantly molded itself to the contours of his glans like the grip of a hot velvet glove.
Paula quivered and writhed with the agony of that sudden and totally unexpected invasion of her virginal little asshole. Every nerve ending in her lower body seemed to be suddenly on fire with the most incredible, mind-bending sheets of blinding agony imaginable. She twisted her head sharply, sliding Frankie's cock entirely out of her mouth as she felt an inarticulate scream welling up in her suddenly-constricted throat, threatening to choke her.
"Aaarrggghhh!! Jesus, no, please!" she cried in mortal pain, trembling and undulating her hips in a frantic effort to escape from that probing, fleshy invader.
The blessed relief and escape which Paula sought at that moment was obviously impossible, however, for Jeff had firmly gripped the ripe swell of her womanly hips in his powerful hands, holding her little ass firmly in place and totally at his mercy as he slowly, inexorably squirmed his pelvis forward, worming his cock deeper and deeper into her clasping, throbbing rectum a half-inch at a time.
"Christ, please stop!" Paula cried, fairly shrieking now in the extremity of her pain and degradation. "I can't take anymore, not there! You're tearing me apart! Uuugghh!! You're killing meee!! ! "
"Bullshit!" Jeff hissed, his once-soft voice taking on a sudden vicious tone of selfishness. "You'll survive, and love it! In a little while you'll be begging for it and loving it like you've never loved anything in your life!"
The bearded young man had no breath to waste on further conversation, so intent was he on sinking his massive pole of cockflesh to the very fur-lined hilt in the sobbing young woman's once-virginal rectum. Nothing could dissuade him from his goal, regardless of how loudly she sobbed and cried out her weepy pleas for mercy, nor how strongly she struggled to break free from his grip and the cruel impalement of her little asshole.
Frankie sat back and watched the sadistic spectacle for a long moment, surprised to feel his excited penis growing into ever greater dimensions as he stood witness to the ultimate pain and degradation of the woman who had so recently been sucking and licking his naked cock. With eyes narrowed by the intensity of lust he watched the ruddy blush of passion spreading upward over Paula's writhing naked body, starting with the plump, wide-spread mounds of her nude buttocks and fanning outward from there, slowly but inevitably swallowing her entire torso with its creeping tide of color.
With a last sudden shove, Jeff hilted his cock in the elastic sheath of Paula's wide-stretched little asshole, gritting his teeth and swallowing a low growl of lust as his pubic bone made final grinding contact with her tailbone at that angle. He knew that he was totally possessing her now, probing into her once-chaste little rectum as far as it was possible for a man to go, searching out the very core of her soul and being. The thought excited him so much that after a very few seconds of rest he at once began to withdraw his penis from that clinging sheath again, sliding it back into open air in preparation for yet another skewering thrust.
Paula pounded on the thick carpeting with clenched, helpless fists of rage as she felt the thick, rendering cock being slowly pulled back from the burning channel of her rectum. It felt as if the insides of her bowels were being dragged and sucked outward with that cock, tearing her inside-out as if to leave a mere hollow shell of her lower abdomen behind. She gritted her teeth, grinding them together and moaning ceaselessly in agony while big tears of pain and humiliation streamed down her cheeks in a watery flood.
"God, please!! " she sobbed at last, her voice weaker now as she felt the big cock almost entirely out of her asshole, unquestionably posed on the verge of a second thrust which would impale her even more violently than had the first. "Please no, I beg of you! Dddooo-nnntttttt!! ! "
Jeff paid her no heed, suddenly driving his cock and pelvis rapidly, rhythmically forward once more, impaling Paula to the core and forcing a startled little bleat of pain from her lips in the process. He did not wait for her body to relax this time, but immediately began sliding his long dick back out of her asshole, readying it for another thrust, and another, and another.
Around the third or fourth burning drive into her ass, Paula was stunned to find that the severe pain in her ravaged little rectum had eased up appreciably. In fact, the longer that Jeff kept up his reaming, driving penile thrusts into her ass, the less the former pain seemed to bother the naked young teacher. She arched her back slowly, willing herself to relax and accommodate that fleshy male invader, hoping and praying that by at least grudging cooperation she might be able to eliminate the vicious rectal pain altogether.
Almost at once Paula Green found that her cooperative technique was imminently successful. The agony in her asshole disappeared almost at once, to be replaced first by a blessed numbness, and then by a sensual numbness of sorts that might almost have been considered a pleasant under different circumstances. That warm, almost comforting glow increased with time, seeming to spread and intensify now with each and every driving inward thrust of Jeff's ass-fucking cock shaft.
At the same time that she was puzzling over the unusual cessation of discomfort in her cruelly-violated little rectum, Paula was further distracted from another quarter. Frankie, no longer content merely to watch the erotic love-play of Jeff and his hopelessly impaled naked captive, was once more guiding his turgid penis into conjunction with her panting, open mouth.
The memories of how his penis had tasted and felt in her mouth only moments earlier kindled renewed stirrings of lust in Paula's aching loins, sounding the death knell of the pain in her asshole once and for all.
There was no question of doubting now; the sensations being produced by the prick driving in and out of her asshole were definitely pleasurable in nature, and the relief of that discovery brought a warm glow of potential satisfaction to Paula's entire naked form.
Again, tentatively, she welcomed Frankie's probing, pulsing rod of cock flesh into her sucking, licking mouth and throat. She held him prisoner there, pinning his prick between her tongue and the soft roof of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she stroked and massaged him with the sheer force of suction alone.
Frankie was ecstatic at the returned vigor and wild abandon which Paula was demonstrating now that she had been able to acclimate her mind and body to the inevitable rape of her tight little ass. She seemed now none the worse for wear by the experience, and if anything, based on the way she began sucking and licking at Frankie's excited cock, the young man surmised that she seemed even more greatly aroused than she had been before.
It was true indeed; Paula Green, basically puritanical small town girl and would-be teacher that she was, was now responding openly and even gladly to the cock fucking its way in and out of her rectum, sucking on another man's cock at the same time with unconcealed gusto and joy. Once more she was totally caught up in the experience which had originally been forced upon her in her nakedness and vulnerability; an all-too-wiling prisoner of her own easily-aroused sexuality. Both of the young men servicing and being serviced by her made mental vows to take the fullest advantage of her newfound erotic potential.
Both young men were fucking Paula rapidly and energetically now, Jeff driving his cock mercilessly in and out of her yielding little asshole, while rankie did the same, smacking his long rod in and out of her mouth and throat with wild abandon. Each man kept his mind focused on the omnipresent goal of total, explosive satisfaction, but each was also keenly aware that the woman pinned between them was equally aroused and excited.
Paula was unable to conceal her own burning sensual arousal; indeed, she no longer made even the slightest effort to conceal it. Her entire body quivered and undulated with rippling spasms of erotic excitement, each line and curve in constant flowing motion. She bucked and squirmed backward against the cock invading her tight little ass, as if by her movements she could suck it even deeper now into her plundered rectum. And at the same time, her head lolled about and rolled limply from side to side on the rigid axis of Frankie's impaling prick, the hot, fluid maelstrom of her mouth and throat holding him fast and treating his turgid organ to a total massage the-likes of which he had never before even imagined.
Jeff knew that he no longer needed to fear any resistance or escape efforts on the part of the young woman sweating and heaving against his loins. He leaned forward across her body, bending at the waist until his hairy chest almost touched her writhing spine; he released his hands from her full hips at the same time, sliding his palms around and under her, bringing them up the undulating length of her flat little belly until he could grasp the taut, pendulous cones of her naked, straining tits in each hand. Holding those fleshy orbs in his grasp, he began to fondle and knead them with ever-increasing vigor and zeal, the contact of his palms with her smooth flesh and rigid nipples exciting him tremendously as he bent over Paula, rutting and moaning out his passionate desire.
Paula Green herself was no less delighted by the sudden manhandling of her tingling, aching tits. Her cherry little nipple buds were throbbing and burning with erotic desire, every inch of her breast flesh prickling with the intense heat of her inflamed sexual passion. She arched and twisted her torso anew, grinding the swollen orbs of her naked breasts downward and tighter into the oh-so-welcome grasp of the bearded young man's massaging hands. Little whimpers of excitement and gratitude rose unbidden in the naked young woman's tight throat, leaking from her mouth occasionally as she slid her lips up and down the thick shaft of Frankie's cum-and-saliva-slick penis.
Paula no longer had the time or the interest to objectively consider the paradox of her own bizarre situation. There she was, a sedate, mild-mannered child from the home of strict but loving, God-fearing parents, caught naked and sweating with lust as she rutted about on the floor of a strange dwelling, advidly and joyfully fucking and sucking with two young men she had never seen a few hours earlier. Even more incredible was the fact that that orgy was itself her second in less than an hour, the first having been a lecherous and lusty three-way lesbian encounter between herself, Wendy and blonde-haired Marsha.
The naked, sweaty and straining trio fucked and sucked their way along the ascending road toward complete sexual satisfaction, driving each other relentlessly to that erotic Nirvana which they all craved with every fiber of their disparate beings. Paula Green was by now totally caught up and lost in a fantasy world which existed nowhere outside her own lust-befuddled, feverish mind, straining and writhing her body as she sought to derive the maximum arousal and pleasure from her captivity, while giving the same maximum degree of satisfaction to her cruel captors in return.
The sounds and smells of wild and tempestuous three-way fucking and sucking filled the living room of the luxurious cabin, creating almost an erotic little symphony of passion. Sitting on the sofa overlooking the lusty scene displayed there, Wendy and Marsha sat close together, still nude, with arms thrown about one another's shoulders. As they watched the lewd little floor show, their free hands were buried in each other's crotches, actively twisting, clenching as they avidly took part in the sport of mutual masturbation.
Of all the people in that steamy living room, only the blonde boy standing by the front door remained apart and aloof. He no longer even watched the others directly, seeming to keep his eyes averted primarily, except for an occasional quick glance when some particularly emphatic groan or cry of ecstasy was wrenched from the lips of one or another participant. When he did look, his eyes came inevitably back to Paula's shapely body, and at those time his face wore an unmistakable expression of regret and perhaps, sadness.
No one else in that room paid the slightest bit of attention to the young man beside the door however, for they were all too deeply enraptured by the acts of extreme sexual gratification they were experiencing. Voices lifted in groaning, mewling cries of passion now, and even Paula, her mouth and throat filled to overflowing by the thick meaty shaft of Frankie's invading organ, was giving off an occasional bleat or whimper of burning desire.
The rocking, ducking tempo of the three united bodies gradually and dramatically increased in pace and rhythm, along with the rhythmic sounds of tempestuous, wildly abandoned screwing. Each and every participant in that wild three-way orgy was driving ceaselessly and single-mindedly toward that shining goal, the attainment of blinding, maddening orgasm. There could be no slightest thought of turning back now before each and every one of them had attained their respective goals.
That powerfully erotic moment was much too intense to be prolonged indefinitely, and already the three orgiasts were quivering on the brink of their own individual orgasms, every nerve and muscle in three united bodies straining into that desperate drive for the ultimate in passion and pleasure. The two men were driving and hammering their hips at almost blur speed, reaming their long hard pricks in and out of Paula's mouth and asshole with a rhythmic intensity unequaled in any of her earlier sexual experiences of the day. At the same time, Paula herself was writhing and twisting in one paroxysm of sensual excitement after another, her body pitching and churning like a runaway gyroscope totally out of rational control.
Jeff climaxed first, his body going suddenly rigid and rock-like, his long prick seeming to grow another full inch there in the warm confines of Paula's rectum as he exploded into total, blissful release. His hot, surging cum overflowed the tight, fleshy cistern of his testicles, spouting along the contracting ducts of his cock to erupt inside her pumping, bucking ass in a creamy flood of hot male jism. His feverish hands still clutched at her breasts, rigid, claw-like fingers digging deeply into the pliant flesh of those vibrant naked mounds.
The sudden scalding flood of semen in Paula's tight little rectum was sufficient to push the naked young schoolteacher over the brink of her own thrilling climax. She let herself go gratefully, thankfully aboard that sensual roller coaster of passion, her torso vibrating and fairly pulsating with sensual rapture. She bucked and arched her back spasmodically like some lithe, wild stallion trying to throw off an unwelcome rider, though in fact the two men piercing her young mouth and anus with their rampaging cocks were far from unwelcome.
As she gave herself over to the intensity of the moment, Paula almost unconsciously redoubled her licking and sucking of Frankie's long, pulsating penis. She took it as far into her tightly clasping throat as she could, treating that male member to a total massage with her tongue, cheeks and throat muscles, driving the young man in front of her fairly wild with passionate desire.
Frankie was no longer able to contain his sexual rapture, and with a final shuddering groan of surrender he exploded in Paula's mouth, the thick, viscous globules of his hot jism swimming in the back of her throat until she began greedily gulping and swallowing them down, making room for the next white gusher, and the next. He moaned and gasped out incoherent cries of rapture as he momentarily took leave of his senses, free-falling through the dark abyss of orgasm and into the glaring burning light of total sensual satisfaction.
The three young orgiasts clung together almost desperately for several long moments, tightly locked at loins and mouth, trembling as if in their death throes as the burning waves of sexual sensation gradually drained away from their bodies. Then, the two maked young men separated from Paula reluctantly, Frankie withdrawing his deflating cock from her mouth smoothly, and Jeff pulled his semierect penis from her clasping little rectum at almost the same moment, its slithering exit marked by a wet little sucking sound as the thick glans pulled free and out into the fresh air once more.
Paula Green remained there on the floor, still on her hands and knees, as the young men rose to their feet and moved slowly away in search of their clothing. Her head hung limply, and she breathed heavily through her open mouth, nude tits jiggling liquidly with the effort. Her entire body felt limp and drained by the powerful orgasms she had so recently and repeatedly experienced, but at the same time there was a sort of frustration or emptiness about her that she could not at first comprehend, a sort of need or sensual hunger that was undeniably real.
After another protracted moment or two, Paula finally understood that need, and its point of origin: She still needed to be fucked! In spite of the pleasure she had felt from sucking Wendy's cunt and Frankie's cock, regardless of the intense pleasure she had received from having Marsha's pussy rubbed tight against her own, or Jeff's thick cock plowing rapidly in and out of her once-virginal little asshole, the young nude teacher's pussy still craved and hungered for the strong-willed invasion of a fat, stiff male penis! As she crouched there, fairly panting on hands and knees, Paula almost imagined she could feel the pouting little nether lips of her pussy turning inward of their own volition, as if beckoning to some non-existent cock, urging it to plunge deep and hard inside of her.
The young teacher raised her head and peered out through the hanging screen of her own soft hair, shifting her hungry gaze from Frankie to Jeff and back again. It seemed fairly obvious to her that neither young man would be in any sort of shape to accommodate her sexual needs for the time being, and almost before she knew what was happening to her she felt the little sobbing cry of disappointment and frustration rising unbidden in her dry throat, leaking out from between her parted lips-as unmistakable evidence of her continuing desire.
Jeff heard that mewling sound and read its meaning instantly. He chuckled lewdly, wagging his flaccid organ at her with one hand in a signal of cruel helplessness.
"Looks like little mama hasn't had her fill yet," he leered, chuckling once more. "Anybody think they can fix her up?"
"I can!"
The voice came from behind Paula, bringing her head whipping around to confront the other blonde boy she had all but forgotten, still standing, calm and fully clothed, beside the front door of the cabin. After speaking, he moved swiftly forward, reaching down to grasp one of Paula's slender arms in his big right hand and hauling her unceremoniously to her feet. He half-led, half-dragged her across the length of the plush living room, guiding her toward what she assumed must be a bedroom.
"Hey look, Steve wants some privacy!" Wendy called after them, laughing musically, like a drunken woman.
"Don't use her up!" Jeff called out humorously. "Remember Billy outside; he still has a share of that coming!"
The rest of their lewd, mocking words and laughter were abruptly cut off as the bedroom door was slammed shut by the blonde boy called Steve. With one powerful thrust of his muscular arm, he propelled her headlong in the direction of a big four-poster bed.
CHAPTER 5
Paula Green stumbled on the carpeting, sprawling face down across the soft mattress and bedspread of the bed, her full young breasts almost flattening beneath her. As soon as she had regained her balance and composure she turned over again, pulling herself up fully onto the bed and bracing herself, more than half expecting Steve to pounce on her naked form as soon as he was able to strip himself naked. In her lust-befuddled mind, she did not even consider denying the fact that she was presently longing for that assault, and for the long-awaited, gratifying stab of stiffened cockflesh into her pussy which it would bring.
To Paula's considerable confusion and frustration, however, she saw that the young man was not even paying attention to her at that moment. Instead, without so much as a backward glance at her reclining, curvaceous body displayed so openly before him, he had turned away to begin rummaging through some clothing hanging in a closet behind the door.
"Wha ...wh ...what are you doing?" she called to him softly, still hesitant and timid about revealing the full extent of her humiliating, all-consuming passion and need.
"Keep your voice down!" he snapped over his shoulder, still without turning to face her, and he would say no more until he had pulled several items off of hangers in the closet and then turned back to carry them with him to the bed.
He sat down beside her, several feet away on the mattress, regarding her with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face as he dropped the clothes into her naked lap, directly over the pulsing little mound of her anxious vagina. Paula glanced down in utter confusion at the clothing, seeing that a navy blue tank top and a pair of slightly faded Levi's lay crumpled there.
'Those are Wendy's," Steve said simply. "I guess you both to be about the same size. Anyway, they'll do alright for now."
Paula sat beside him in stunned silence, too surprised and confused to even lift the clothing and use it to cover her rigid, tingling little nipple buds from his sight.
"Put them on," he urged after a moment of immobility on her part.
"I...I don't...I don't understand," she stammered rather foolishly after another moment of hesitation.
Steve glanced furtively at the closed door as he began to explain in hushed tones. "We don't have much time if we're going to get you out of here alive!"
"Out?" she could scarcely believe her ears. "You're going to help me get away?"
"If you don't tie us up too long sitting around and talking," he answered impatiently.
She refused to be put off by his brusque answering tone. "I still don't understand why you're doing this," she said.
"I'm a police officer," he told her, the words fairly taking her breath away. "I've been able to infiltrate this gang in order to gather evidence against them for eventual trial. Right now I can hang them out to dry for one murder and at least thirty different counts of grand theft."
"Make that three murders," she said softly. "Frankie and Marsha killed two men while they were bringing me here today."
Steve's eyes narrowed into fierce glowing slits. "Are you willing to say that in court?"
Paula nodded bravely, biting her lower lip in an effort to control the contradictory sensations of relief, fear and smoldering passion which warred and battled inside her.
She glanced furtively at the bedroom's single window, noting the remainder of fading daylight outside. "Listen, Steve . . . " she began, halting then in embarrassment.
"What? Go on," he urged softly.
"Wouldn't it be better if we tried to sneak away after dark? They couldn't follow us so easily then."
He thought it over. "Maybe you're right. But it's still about half an hour until nightfall. We'll have to kill the time somehow, won't we?"
"Well. . . " she hesitated, feeling the little embers of mingled fear and lust blazing to life once more in her pussy depths as she knew what she would, indeed what she must, do.
"Well," she began again, "they all expect you to.. . to ...well, to rape me, and ...well, if you don't.. . they might get suspicious!"
It seemed to Paula that a faint light of realization and recognition was suddenly kindled behind the young cop's eyes, and for the first time he let his gaze drop unashamedly to the proudly thrusting, fleshy cones of her ripe, excited young breasts. She felt her nipples stiffening and growing under that inciteful scrutiny.
"You may be right there, too," he said, his voice husky now with what Paula felt sure must have been growing passion. "We can't afford to do ...or not do ...anything that might make them suspicious, I guess."
Paula nodded slightly, her head already spinning as the little embers of lust in her loins were suddenly and inevitably fanned into crackling flame by his words and his searching gaze. As he softly spoke to her, the young officer brought one of his powerful hands up to gently cup and hold her right breast, the stiff and aching nipple centered directly in his palm. He leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her waiting lips, a kiss that very soon became something more, with his eager tongue sliding between both their lips in search of her own, taunting and challenging it to a little dueling dance of a passion.
All the while, his hand was in caressing, massaging motion upon her naked tits, taking first one, then the other, grinding her tingling little nipple buds in the dead center of his palm while big fingers kneaded and massaged the pliant flesh of her breasts as a whole. That intimate petting caress left Paula limp and panting with desire, her spine arching reflexively, involuntarily, as she forced her naked breasts more tightly into his teasing, pleasing hand, offering those taut mammary mounds to him almost as a sacrifice to the gods of animal passion.
Paula mewled and sobbed her lustful desire softly into the warm cave of Steve's mouth as he kissed her deeply, passionately. She felt her hand wandering out of her lap and along his adjacent thigh as if it had a mind of its own; indeed, she immediately found that she totally lacked the willpower or physical strength to recall it from its self-ordained mission of sexual exploration.
She tensed into instant rigidity as her fingertips made contact with the rough fly of his jeans and she noted the already prominent swell which his growing erection produced there. She let her hand linger over the damp, sticky spot which marked the furthest extension of his lurching, pulsing cock head, and then she began to caress and stroke the entire quivering length of his manhood through the restraining material of his pants, even including the yielding bulge of his testicles in her petting and fondling as she urged him on to ever-greater heights of erotic arousal with her masturbating hand.
Steve, unable to stand that exquisite sensual torture any longer, swept her taunting hand away from his bulging crotch with his own big fist, bearing her backward and down onto the mattress with his full weight at the same time. He lay there, half on top of Paula, his mouth still glued tightly to hers while his tongue teased hers avidly, and his big, strong hands proceeded to wander at will over the hills and valleys of her naked, needing young torso.
He took her full, firm breasts first, picking up where he had left off with that inciteful arousing mammary massage. Gripping her tingling little nipples between thumbs and forefingers, he pinched and rolled them deliciously, gradually increasing the pressure of his grip until Paula moaned and writhed from the pleasure-pain that he was inducing in her tremendously excited young tits. Electrifying tremors of erotic desire raced outward and downward away from her manhandled breasts, fanning out across her heaving little belly to detonate with the force of a neutron bomb in her wet, tremulous loins.
Nor did Steve long ignore Paula's other erogenous zones in his manual conquest of her reclining body. His big hands left her tits at the same moment as his mouth left her lips; he began to plant a solid string of wet, nibbling little kisses down the velvety curve of her throat, while at the same time his two hands roamed down the quivering plane of her abdomen with teasing, tickling little strokes, homing inevitably, inescapably, on her wet and wanting little crotch.
Those seeking, probing hands reached Paula's loins just as Steve's sucking, nibbling mouth found the rigid pinnacle of her right breast; that mouth sucked her stiff little nipple even as one of his big hands unceremoniously swept the crumpled clothing off her lap, leaving her wet little cunt once more totally vulnerable and exposed. Having won that victory, his probing hand raced downward across the last sloping inches of her heaving belly, fingertips plowing through her softly curling pubic hair to take forcible possession of her burning little labia.
Paula Green's naked body was seized by a fit of uncontrollable, almost spastic trembling as her tingling little cuntal mound was cupped and gripped tightly by Steve's strong, possessive fist. His big fingers moved slowly, rhythmically against the burning, swollen outer lips of her sex, and all the while his mouth was in constant, inciteful action upon the boldly thrusting cones of her naked breasts.
The young undercover agent could not seem to get enough of Paula's ripe, succulent breasts. He took each tight little nipple in turn, seizing it between his sharp incisors gently, then lashing it unmercifully with the darting, flailing tip of his tongue until the young woman was gasping, moaning and writhing with unrestrained desire. Her breasts were kindled into an erotic conflagration, her nipples threatening to split wide open and explode, so taut and rigid with desire were they. She gasped and writhed there beneath him, her hands instinctively rising to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his blonde hair as she drew his avidly sucking, licking mouth tighter against her thrusting, straining breasts with fierce insistence.
At the same time, Steve's hand was active in Paula's crotch, his long middle finger curling inward to softly part the outer lips of her cunt and invade the moist coralline valley that lay inside. He probed briefly at the rubbery mouth of her freely-juicing vagina, then tracked swiftly onward and upward to grasp the erectile little pleasure stiff bud of her burning clitoris between thumb and forefinger as he had her nipples only-moments before, pinching and rolling that crucial nerve center until Paula's whole lower body was jiggling and writhing with spastic passion. Her hips humped up and down off the mattress, her heels braced and straining against the bed as she strove with all her might to give him more and more manual access to her hot and hungry little box.
They lay together that way for long, seemingly endless moments, with Paula adrift in a blurry fantasy universe of her mind's own creation, spinning aimlessly under the force of the erotic gale winds fanned to life by Steve's teasing fingers and his sucking, avid mouth. Every nerve ending in her nude young body seemed to be alive and on fire with an intense and powerful erotic need, a need for which there could be no solution short of total, tempestuous orgasm.
Finally, with a rumbling growl of passion deep in his throat, Steve disengaged his hands and mouth from her trembling body, rolling away from her and off of the bed entirely to stand beside it, looking down at her naked prostrate form with lust shining in his narrowed eyes. He undressed swiftly, hastily, fingers fairly flying over his shirt buttons and tearing at the snap and zipper of his jeans until he stood before her dressed only in his tight white jockey shorts. Paula gaped unabashedly at the bulging outline of his long, hot erection, outlined in clear relief against the material of those shorts, material made all but transparent by the viscous seepage of his plentiful pre-ejaculate fluid.
Steve ripped those shorts downward and off of his body with a brute force that left his cock wobbling and wiggling for long seconds, thrusting straight out from the wiry tangle of his pubic hair like some sort of erotic direction marker. And Paula Green, in her inflamed and aroused condition, felt sure that it must be aiming directly at her hot and juicy little pussy slit.
Paula stared at that wavering fleshy idol, entranced and fairly hypnotized by its blood-engorged beauty. She felt herself rising up and off the mattress as if she was levitating, her shapely young legs folding under her until she was kneeling directly in front of him on the edge of the bed, for all the world like a worshipper before an erotic altar.
Paula stretched out both trembling hands to lightly, gently enfold the pulsating length of his thrusting penis. She grasped it more tightly, closing her eyes tight to mutter a little silent prayer of thanks, exhaling a long shuddering sigh of passion as she began to stroke and caress its full trembling length. She kept one hand wrapped tightly about his throbbing, burning shaft while the other slid down to gently cup the pendulous sack of his testicles, fingertips registering the roiling, churning movements of his semen inside the convoluted ducts there. His heavy balls seemed to be churning and moving in her soft palm as if with an intrinsic life of their very own.
Steve stood before the kneeling young woman with his eyes shut tightly, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and breathing heavily as he savored and relished the sensations evoked in his groin by her tingling, masturbating hands. He was totally unprepared for the burning feelings which came next, however, as Paula gave a strangled little sob of irrepressible desire and thrust her head sharply forward, taking the blunt purple tip of his cock deeply into her oval little mouth.
Steve's eyes flashed open, and he stared down in wonder and delight as the girl began to lap and suck along the full throbbing length of his cock, her hands avidly at work on his churning, burning scrotum at the same time. He brought his strong hands down, cupping the back of her head, guiding and directing her as her face pumped back and forth against his rigid tool. Slowly, hesitantly at first, then with mounting ardor and confidence, he began to ream and fuck his long hard prick in and out of her clasping, sucking little mouth. He finally felt his thick purple glans butting firmly up against the back of her throat, the chafing sensation produced by that nudging contact adding an extra degree of arousal to his already tingling sensations.
Paula Green, for her part, was totally caught up in the joy and excitement of kneeling before Steve while she sucked and gnawed at his long, aroused cock. She kept one hand busy fondling and cupping the sack of his testicles, while the other passed swiftly down the curvaceous length of her own naked body to find the juicy, ripe and waiting little slit of her own ravenous pussy. Keeping her hand there, first one, then the other, for a brief moment, then tossed her backward, letting her fall softly onto the mattress and lie there on her back, staring up at him with lust-misted eyes, her shapely legs splayed wide apart and bent at the knees, inviting him inside.
Steve accepted that invitation, dropping to his knees on the floor beside the bed so that his own burning face was on a direct level with the exposed valley of naked Paula's pink little quim. He grasped her about the full, womanly hips with his hands, tugging her toward him until her ass cheeks and crotch were directly on the edge of the mattress, her firm legs dangling momentarily in space. Seizing each leg in one hand, he draped them squarely across his shoulders, then, with a rumbling growl of unrestrained animal lust, he thrust his head forward and buried his mouth and nose deep into the steamy little slit of her cunt.
Paula Green's entire body convulsed and writhed at that first electrifying contact, her spine arching almost into a bow as every muscle in her body went suddenly all tight and straining. Her legs locked together at the ankles, her soft heels bracing themselves against the back of Steve's neck, as if for further insurance that he would not immediately abandon his newly-adopted task of avid, delirious cunt sucking.
Steve went at that task avidly, fully extending his long, rough tongue and running it rapidly along the full burning length of her open pink cunt. Nor did he stop there, but rather lowered his face further, stabbing and probing as well with his furled, rigid tongue at the crinkled little ring of her recently-raped anus. The combination of raging erotic sensations was enough to send Paula Green off once more into the livid fantasy world of wild erotic dreams where she had spent so much time since her abduction earlier that same afternoon.
Steve inhaled great mouthfuls of ripe, tender cunt meat, sucking and gnawing at every exposed inch of Paula's hot and vibrant little genitals. He could not seem to get enough of her cuntal flavors, finally trapping her erect little clit between gentle front teeth and treating it to a protracted tongue lashing like the one her aching little nipples had earlier received.
Panting, squirming with desire, Paula Green writhed and undulated like a voluptuous serpent on the coverlet of the bed while the handsome young cop slavered and growled over her thrusting, bucking cunt. She savored every sweeping movement of his delightfully inciteful tongue, silently praying that his oral ministrations to her wanting, sucking little pussy might not end until she had received the full and maximum possible orgasmic benefits.
Steve, however, had absolutely no intention of totally confining his sexual assault on the naked young woman to a mere chewing and sucking of her exposed little pussy slit. He and his throbbing, erectile penis had other ideas, and he meant to put those ideas into action in very short order.
Finally, after an interval of what seemed like deliriously endless hours, but which must have been only moments, Steve suddenly withdrew his avidly sucking mouth from the portal of Paula's humping, fucking love tunnel. He easily disentangled himself from her clasping thighs, now fairly limp with passion, and rocked back on his haunches to stare at her naked and glorious body for a long moment. Finally, determined, with his mind fully made up, he hoisted himself up and onto the bed, flinging himself full-length atop the young schoolteacher's naked and prostrate body.
Paula Green was briefly shocked, but pleasantly so, as the muscular young man landed full on top of her as she lay reclining on the bed in a state of near-collapse. She could plainly feel the hot, wet length of his rigid penis lying tight and close along the inside of her right thigh, so long that the fat glans was already grazing incitefully along the lowest portion of her pouting little cuntal lips as she lay there beneath him.
Steve could also feel that genital touch quite plainly, and the erotic sensations it aroused within him almost made him run amok with tempestuous, uncontrollable desire. He clawed and scrabbled his way upward along Paula's panting, heaving torso, briefly kissing each rigid nipple in its turn before moving on to cover her mouth with his in a deep, smoldering soul kiss. At the same time he rose slightly on his elbows and knees, shifting his position a bit until the tip of his stiff, dangling cock came into sliding, chafing contact with the full pouting lips of Paula's burning, aching little pussy.
Steve began to slide his hips and pelvis back and forth sensuously, with ever-increasing rapidity, so that the blunt head of his cock glided smoothly and fluently along her tremulous cunt, setting off jangling alarm bells of erotic desire in her brain at its passage, hat fleshy, genital plow was gradually opening the way to her inner cunt for itself, and Paula winced, trembling now, as the hot tip finally made its first throbbing, burning impact upon the rigid little node of her aching clitoris. The sensations aroused from that continuous, grinding contact were enough to bring her supple spine arching up off the mattress once more, the hot breath wheezing from her tightened throat as she felt herself caught in the iron grip of inescapable sexual arousal.
Paula sought to help him, thrusting and humping back at him with her full, womanly hips in an effort to guide and maneuver his prick into a posture of maximum arousing benefit to them both. She strained her plump, ripe buttocks upward and off of the yielding mattress, rotating her pelvis deliriously so that her cunt felt almost like a hungry little mouth, nibbling, kissing and sucking along the trembling, pumping length of Steve's tumescent member.
The young undercover officer took Paula by surprise then, suddenly bringing one strong hand down into the narrow space between their two writhing torsos and grasping his cock firmly, maneuvering it into direct alignment with the sucking, puckered little mouth of her vaginal channel itself. Having thus poised his prick on the very threshold of bliss, it remained only for him to drive it home with a great, grinding, skewering thrust which impaled naked young Paula to the very core of her trembling being.
Paula grunted and trembled, her buttocks slamming forcefully back and down onto the mattress as Steve's pubic bone impacted tightly against her own. His meaty, pendulous balls swung forward on the in-stroke, slapping firmly and loudly against the tight little hemispheres of her ass cheeks, sending a secondary shock wave of erotic sensation through her quivering straining lower torso. She felt completely, gloriously filled, and it was the answer to a pussy's prayer as he lay there on top of her, slowly and luxuriously flexing his long, hot organ deep inside her fluttering little belly.
Even before she had grown fully accustomed to the fleshy invader within her cunt, Paula felt Steve slowly, torturously withdrawing it and posing himself for another thrust, and another, and another. Soon, to her rapture and delight, he was reaming his thick, blood-engorged organ in and out of her sucking, clinging little vagina at a lightning pace, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and beyond with the mad, fluid chafing of his cock shaft against her clitoris and soft, yielding vaginal walls.
It took Paula Green no time whatsoever to establish a fervent, active little fucking rhythm of her own, straining her wide pelvis up to meet him and then withdrawing it once more, only to begin the bumping, grinding cycle all over again in the next fiery split-second. She delighted in the rubbery, elastic feeling produced in her tight little cunt as his long, hard pole of genital flesh probed and plowed its way deeper and deeper into her belly with each successive thrust. Finally, on a particularly violent surging thrust of his hips, Steve's blunt red glans made jarring, jolting contact with the rubbery little cup of Paula's secret cervix, marking the furthest possible point of penile penetration.
Feeling totally, indescribably possessed by his driving, rampaging organ, Paula Green now willingly and gladly surrendered herself to the erotic sensations which washed endlessly over her trembling, naked young body. She was panting and rutting madly under her impromptu young lover, groaning and sobbing into his hot, open mouth like a bitch in heat as she whipped herself along the upward spiral road to total sensual gratification.
Steve, at the same time, was equally caught up and lost in the roaring, rushing sensations which had captured his mind and body in an intense but pleasurable maelstrom of erotic upheaval. He could think of nothing other than the writhing, straining young female body pinned beneath him, and in particular the tight young pussy which clung and vibrated around the haft of his plundering cock like some tightly masturbating fist in a hot velvet glove. It seemed to him that her tight little cunt almost had a mind of its own, and that it was consciously, deliberately striving to suck and milk his penis of every drop of cum that his testicles contained. Steve had no slightest desire to frustrate that thirsty, nibbling little cunt in its joyfully erotic task.
Seeking to add the last finishing touches to the burning delight of their conjugal union, Steve slipped one big hand down and around Paula's pumping, heaving buttocks once more, probing this time with his blunt fingertips along the tight, sliding little cleft of her ass. He found her still-wet anus with the tip of his long middle finger, noting with approval the shiver which passed along her body and the moan of mounting passion which rose unbidden at her throat when he probed and prodded against that elastic little portal.
Without further preamble, Steve ground his finger inexorably forward, slipping his digit into Paula's tight little asshole first to the first knuckle, then all the way to the hilt, until his hot palm was flush against the pumping, fucking swell of her tight ass.
Paula trembled violently-, shivering at that invasion of her rectum which bore none of the inhibiting pain she had felt there earlier in the evening, with Jeff's cock plowing rudely up into her asshole. Now the sensation was nothing short of spectacular, for she had easily learned the technique of relaxing those rectal muscles to admit and accommodate a fleshy invader much larger than a mere fingertip. In fact, the sensation was definitely pleasant now, and she was intensely excited as she felt Steve's finger and cock chafing and grinding against one another on each driving inward stroke, the two fucking appendages separated only by the thin, filmy wall of yielding flesh that separated her cunt from her rectum.
Those twin tingling sensations, combined with the feelings provoked by Steve's tongue as he kissed her intimately, and his other hand as he kneaded and massaged both of her straining naked tits, was enough to bring her to the very razor's edge of delicious, tempestuous orgasmic release. She hovered there for a long, agonizing moment, every nerve and muscle in her body taut and on fire as she strained to push herself finally, once and for all over that invisible borderline that separates frustration from total sexual fulfillment.
With a final shuddering sigh of release and contentment, young Paula Green slipped across that invisible mental border, giving herself wholeheartedly to the swirling explosiveness of climax while Steve continued fucking his cock up into her cunt and screwing his finger rapidly in and out of her once-chaste little asshole. She tossed and writhed beneath him, mewling out her wordless cries of passion into the hot, clinging echo chamber of his mouth and throat as she rode the erotic roller coaster of orgasm blissfully to the end of its curving, dipping rail.
Steve felt Paula cumming beneath him, the rhythmic convulsions of her pelvis and belly unmistakably transmitting themselves by the sense of touch. Her cunt was sucking and milking the rigid staff of his cock greedily now, contracting and releasing, then contracting once more in the rhythmic spasms of total erotic release. He shivered from the top of his head to the soles of his feet as new delightful spasms of sensual pleasure gripped and rocked him, his entire body going suddenly rigid as he felt the first tell-tale signs of his own rapidly-approaching orgasm deep in the tight, pumping cleft of his ass.
Steve's orgasm struck him with hurricane force, bending his spine like a bow and forcing his pelvis sharply forward, driving his cock suddenly deeper into the wet chasm of Paula's cunt than the young teacher would ever have thought possible. His cock seemed to grow by at least another full inch in length, while his testicles contracted nightily at the same instant, releasing the hot, crawling flood of his viscous jism. That creamy deluge exploded from the single cyclopic slit in his purple cock head in great spouting geysers of sperm, coating the total inside of Paula's cunt and then overflowing to stream in sticky white rivulets down the cleft of her ass and the insides of her straining thighs.
They lay there, locked together thusly for long quivering moments of ecstasy, sobbing their mutual joy into each others open mouths and throats. Then, as the rictus of pleasure which is so closely akin to pain gradually subsided, they relaxed and went limp in each other's arms, Steve's limp cock sliding wetly out of Paula's now-totally-satisfied little twat with a happy little sucking sound.
After several more long moments, Steve propped himself up on his elbows and looked deeply down into Paula's still-misty eyes. He kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "It's dark now, and we've got to go. Now or never."
So saying, he rolled lightly off of her and stood beside the bed, scooping her discarded "borrowed" items of clothing from the floor at bedside and tossing them to her before turning to retrieve his own garments and hastily dress himself.
Paula went into hurried action herself, the afterglow of orgasm vanishing almost at once as she realized the potential desperation of the circumstances and the necessity of immediate, firm action. She slid into the tank top and jeans without benefit of any underwear and rose to face Steve as he finished dressing himself. He was already moving to the bedroom door again, leaning to press his ear against the panel momentarily before moving swiftly back toward the open closet at door side. He leaned inside briefly, and Paula gave a little gasp of astonishment as he came back out again, straightening up now with weapons in each hand. He had already thrust a pistol into the waistband of his pants, and now he was checking a pump-action shotgun to make sure that the deadly weapon was loaded.
"They keep guns around all the time," he said simply in answer to her obviously questioning stare. "Right now they're smoking some grass in there; I can tell by the smell and the way their voices sound. But when we start the car up out back they'll sober up quick enough, and they'll be all over us. That's why we have to move fast."
He crossed to the room's only window and raised it easily with one hand, motioning for Paula to join him in climbing over the sill and outside to relative freedom. He touched down on the soft grass first, but she was close behind him, dropping into a crouch in the darkness at his signal. She saw the reason for his special caution at once, for now she heard the sounds of someone approaching, and none too quietly at that, shuffling along and brushing against the thick brush which line that side of the cabin like a secondary wall.
"What the hell is this?" a strange male voice was saying; she assumed that it must be the man who had been left outside on guard while the others had their sexual way with her inside the cabin.
Steve made no answer to the low verbal challenge, merely standing there rock-solid and immovable, gripping the stubby shotgun tightly in both hands. The approaching lookout seemed to recognize him in the darkness at the last moment, his tense posture relaxing somewhat, his hand dropping away from the black handgun nestled in his belt.
Taking advantage of that foolish momentary breach of alertness, Steve stepped sharply forward and struck, swinging the butt of his weapon in a tight arc that ended in thumping impact upon the other man's left temple. The guard seemed to leap sideways, diving headlong into the thick wall of the cabin with another resounding clunk! Steve struck at his exposed head a second time, bouncing him once more face-first off the cabin wall, then letting him fall to earth, whether dead or unconscious Paula could not have said.
They moved out now with a greater sense of urgency, uncertain and rather afraid in case someone aside the cabin might have heard the noise of the fight, and the lookout's head banging repeatedly against the wall. Paula hugged close on Steve's track, finding herself standing beside him at the rear of the large cabin in another moment, facing a line of vehicles which included her own. Moving swiftly to the driver's side of the Chevrolet, Steve leaned inside and satisfied himself that the keys were in place, then motioned for her to come to him as he opened the driver's door.
Paula brushed past him and slid lightly into position behind the steering wheel, glad now to be sitting down as she felt her legs on the verge of turning to rubber from fright and tension. She gripped the wheel with white-knuckled hands, expecting the explosion of shots and shouts from the nearby darkness at any moment.
"When you pull out of here, turn hard left around the far end of the cabin there," he told her softly, almost whispering now. "You can drive straight across the lawn there and line yourself up with the access road that takes you down and around back to the main highway."
"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked, her voice croaking as sudden anxiety welled up and threatened to choke her.
Steve shook his head in a firm negative. "I've still got a job to do here," he told her simply, quietly. "First I'm going to put these other cars out of action so they can't follow you, then I'm going to try to cover them inside there until you can send someone back to help me."
"But what if I can't find any help?" She was getting desperate now, her hands trembling in spite of her virtual death grip on the slippery steering wheel.
"You can't miss," he told her with more confidence than either of them actually felt. "If you don't spot a patrol car on the road, take the main highway five miles due south until you see signs for the Highway Patrol station. Then follow the turnoff to their front porch, and you'll have more cops than you can use, all over the place."
"Please, Steve, come with me now," she cried, begging. "I need you and ...and ...well, they won't dare to follow us if they know you're armed."
"Sorry," he said with another negative toss of his blonde head. "First problem is, they'd do anything to silence me with all I have on them, and you're no less dangerous now yourself. They have to kill us both, and they'd follow us to hell to do it.
"Second," he continued grimly, "I can't afford the luxury of giving any one of these vicious animals time to get away out the back door while we're running. To do that would be the same as throwing six months of work into the trash basket."
She looked at him a long moment through tear-filled eyes, knowing that he was right, and that there was nothing she could do or say to change his mind at that moment. He surprised her by leaning quickly inside the car to plant one final, burning kiss on her sensuous mouth, and at the same time his free hand found the ignition key of the Chevy, switching it on and bringing the big engine into growling, gurgling life.
"Now go!" he said, suddenly shouting as he leaped back from the car, arms wind-milling to point the way. "Get the hell away from here while you can."
Instinctively she slammed her foot down on the accelerator, swinging the wheel to cut the car about in a tight right-hand turn, feeling the jolt as her rear fender grazed the bumper of a Cadillac next in line. Steve almost kept pace with the car, jogging along in her wake and pumping off rapid fire, booming rounds from the shotgun into the grillwork of each standing car that he passed. The shots echoed in Paula's ringing ears, reverberating in the crash of shattering glass and crumpling metal. The night was lit with the leaping, jagged muzzle flashes of his sawed-off weapon.
Steve was reloading the shotgun on a dead run, still keeping up with the car as Paula rounded the corner of the cabin and floored the accelerator in another burst of frightened energy. Her rear tires caught traction in the damp grass, rocketing across the broad oval of lawn and leaving the two-story structure rapidly behind.
From the corner of her eye Paula had the impression of rapid, milling movement, and then the whole scene was framed for her in the oblong rectangle of her rear-view mirror. Frankie, Jeff and the girls were pouring out of the cabin's open front door. All but Jeff were still nude, and each of them carried guns in their hands, angling the weapons toward her speeding car as they saw the situation at hand. Paula cringed, almost losing control of the speeding vehicle as she braced herself for the searing, lethal impact of the bullets ripping into her head and body.
That fatal, rending impact never came. The night was suddenly lit by gunfire, certainly, but at first it did not issue from the hostile weapons of those four hoodlums. Steve was crouching there at the corner of the cabin, barely within Paula's range of mirrored vision, down on one knee and rapidly pumping round after thundering round from his short, deadly scattergun.
Paula saw Jeff go down, tumbling backward in a spray of wet, dark crimson, and then the other three killers were wheeling about, unloading their pistols on Steve in rapid reflexive fire even as the deadly patterns of buckshot sliced among and through them.
The terrified young schoolteacher never saw the outcome of that lethal confrontation, for suddenly she was at the dark and cavernous opening of the grassy access road, plunging headlong beneath the overhanging trees. That leafy screen obscured the cabin and the combatants from her view, and she was suddenly fully occupied with the task of keeping her speeding car aligned with the road to prevent herself from crashing into the tree line on either side.
She did not, however, forget the young agent who had first given her such intense sexual pleasure, and then risked his own life to save her own and to cover her retreat. She began to weep openly, unashamed by the tears which rolled down her pale cheeks while she drove. Sobbing bitterly, she gripped the steering wheel with angry fists and kept her right foot pressed tight against the floorboards for maximum speed and acceleration as she neared the junction with the main paved highway.
She was still sobbing, openly and unashamedly, when the highway patrol cruiser flagged her down five minutes later.
