The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest . .. . "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubleth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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Chapter One
The slender black youth who came to take the luggage flashed a quick, sly look around the bedroom, and Don could swear he was smirking a little. The boy picked up two of the bags and trotted down the stairs as Don and his son Jamey followed with the rest of the suitcases.
Beth and Sandy were standing by the car and Beth smiled at him with a cheerful smile. Damn her everlasting cheerfulness! Now the young Black was more respectful as he looked approvingly from mother to daughter and then to Don. They were a pair of good-looking women, all right - that is, if you counted Sandy as a woman. She was certainly a hell of a sexy fifteen-year-old! The bellhop wasn't missing a thing as he gave her the once-over.
They seemed to mature earlier these days, maybe it was vitamins or something. Sandy had tightly rounded little buttocks that twitched and rotated provocatively when she walked, and her breasts were almost as lush and ripe as a full grown woman's. Don could see his daughter wasn't wearing any bra; her nipples were clearly outlined as they strained against the cotton T-shirt she wore. But Sandy was not, and never would be, as voluptuously sexy as her mother.
The old question returned to torment him again and again. Why, why? How could a woman be built like Beth was, stacked so that a guy couldn't look at her without wanting to get in her pants, and yet be totally disinterested in getting herself fucked?
He didn't believe she was frigid in the classic sense. She wasn't afraid of being fucked, she didn't tense up when he approached her. No, she just lay there under him and took it with no more pleasure or enthusiasm than a limp dishrag would have shown. He had tried everything he knew to excite her and sometimes it had seemed to him she was starting to feel something but, hell, she was probably only faking it! She was good at faking, making little noises and rolling her ass around like she loved screwing, but you can't fool a guy who's had the real thing. He wasn't even sure Beth had ever experienced a real orgasm.
This trip - California, San Francisco, the Wine Country - was going to be a test for Beth, although she didn't know it. And so far she was failing the test miserably.
Well, he'd probably been a fool to build the trip up so much in his mind, to expect so much from it. He had thought maybe if he got her away from the daily routine, the familiar things - it was her first flight on a jet, the first visit to California for all of them. He and Beth would be together in a motel bedroom with no business deals to worry about - Beth wearing the sheer nylon nighties he'd made her buy, or maybe not wearing them. Yes, he'd have her take them off so he could look all he wanted to at her naked body, which was still excitingly lovely after eighteen years. She was sun-tanned all over her body except for those two startling white strips where her thong bikini covered her tantalizing flesh, two areas he knew no other man but himself had ever seen. The swelling globes of her full breasts, with those rosy-red nipples that looked almost like flowers painted on her - Oh, Jesus, Don groaned as he mentally stripped his wife, I can get a hard-on just thinking about her! His eyes went to the gentle curve of her belly under her trim linen slacks. A little further down was that second white strip, where the soft brown pubic hair curled around the thin, pink little mouth of her cunt. His cock stiffened as he continued thinking about that gorgeous pussy and he felt his balls begin to expand. But he couldn't take her back in the hotel and fuck her now, damn it, and even if he could he knew very well what the inevitable frustrating result would be.
"I guess we're all ready, honey," Beth said, "Would you like me to drive for a while first?" , "No, I don't mind," he answered shortly, "Go ahead and get in, kids."
Jamey held the door for his sister and then climbed into the back seat after her, nearly bumping his head. The car was one of the new compacts the rent-a-car agencies were favoring these days and afforded scant space for a six-footer like Jamey. Beth settled herself in front and Don walked around the car, handing a dollar bill to the bellhop who stood waiting for it.
Don's prick still jutted out against his form-fitting pants, a visible reminder of his lewd thoughts of a few seconds ago. Not that Beth was likely to notice it, or care that he wanted her. Nevertheless, he thought as he started the car, she seemed to have forgiven him for last night. He'd been rougher with her than he'd ever been before, probably really hurt her. But hell, there were times when a guy could take just so much crap! It wouldn't happen again. As he'd told her when it was over, he was all through trying. And when they were back home he planned to start getting as much as he could on the side.
His resentment had been building steadily since they'd arrived in San Francisco, since the moment they walked into the motel and he found out what Beth had in mind. There were two doubles reserved for them in advance, as arranged by the travel agency. But when he set his suitcase beside hers in the first bedroom, she'd protested.
"Oh, Don - I'm sharing this room with Sandy. You and Jamey go ahead and take the other one."
"What the hell are you talking about? Let the kids have the other room!"
Beth blushed nervously and putled him aside, whispering urgently, "Don, they're too big for that. A girl Sandy's age can't sleep in the same room with her brother! It would embarrass them both!"
"Well, that's tough!" he exploded, thinking angrily that a woman Beth' s age ought to be able to talk about sex without turning red. "The rooms have twin beds. Listen, when I was a kid, the whole damn family slept in one room."
He saw Jamey and Sandy grin at each other in sly amusement. Christ, what kind of man would they think they had for a father, when he had to beg his wife to share a room with him? Beth's cheeks grew pinker.
"I know," she said soothingly, "but those were different times, and you know it. Our family simply isn't used to living that way, and teenagers especially want privacy. They're very sensitive about . . . about things."
"So we'll get another room. I'll go down to the desk."
"It's not included in the tour, we'd have to pay for an extra room," she pointed out quickly.
"I'm not that broke yet," he retorted icily, his voice growing colder as he grew hotter inside with impotent rage.
"Of course you're not, honey, but it would be money we could spend on souvenirs and sight-seeing. Besides," she added, "this is the peak season, I doubt if they have any vacant rooms. Sandy and I will be just fine in here." And she began unpacking her suitcase briskly, as if everything was settled.
You'll be fine, you cold little bitch, he thought, because you couldn't care less if there wasn't a man within a million miles of you! Never mind, this was San Francisco, after all. If a man couldn't find a good, whore m San Francisco to satisfy his needs, where else could he?
He never did get around to finding one, though, because they started sight-seeing and after a day of riding cable cars and waiting for Beth and Sandy while they shopped in boutiques, he was glad to get back to the motel.
He woke up in the middle of the night and reached out for his wife, thinking for a moment that he was in their king-sized bed at home. But there was only the space between the two beds and the sound of his son, Jamey's young, even breathing. He felt like pounding on the wall that separated him from Beth!
They had taken a short day trip to Carmel and Monterey, taking photographs along the way like all typical tourists. And Don's anger grew, sputtering like a short fuse.
Was this what he'd worked his tail off for all these years? He'd been top district sales manager in the whole goddamned Midwest, with a fat bonus to show for it and now he'd won this vacation for them, first prize in a sales contest. But it seemed that he couldn't sell his wife on going to bed with him.
Maybe that was part of the trouble, the way he'd driven himself on the job ever since their marriage. His family had never been much account, while Beth's people were comfortable middle-class types, and he'd been determined to succeed and show them she hadn't made any mistake in marrying him. There were the long years he'd spent on the road, at home only on weekends. That was how sex with Beth had grown into a Saturday-night routine they both half-dreaded yet expected. Jesus, how many times had he fucked her, mechanically ramming his prick into her soft pink little cunt while she held him tightly and waited patiently for him to finish with her, to empty his building load of semen deep inside her belly so she could turn over and go to sleep.
When he was out of town on a sales trip, it was all right because there was always a woman in a bar, or some hot little waitress he could pick up and take to his motel room. After the first few times, he hadn't even felt guilty about cheating on Beth. The way he saw it, it kept his marriage together instead of breaking it up. He soon realized that Beth didn't really want to know what he did when he was on the road.
Then, a year ago, he had been promoted to District Manager, and there was no more traveling, except to an occasional sales meeting or convention.
Well, he had tried hard to readjust his life, but it obviously wasn't working out. He had decided to be faithful to Beth, partly because an affair in their home town wouldn't be easy to conceal from her or from their acquaintances. Perhaps she would begin to respond to his love-making, now that he would be with her every night. He was going to be patient, to really work at arousing her passion.
Now, however, he was quite sure there was no passion there to arouse. The luscious body was tied to a prudish mind that would never let her enjoy fucking. No doubt her goody-goody upbringing was to blame, but that was no comfort to a lusty male who needed a real woman to match his own desires!
For the sake of the guy who would get her someday, he hoped Sandy wouldn't turn out like her mother. He was pretty sure Sandy had a lot more knowledge, as all teenagers seemed to have nowadays. Of course she teased and flirted around a lot; he'd seen her wiggle her ass at the boys, but she wouldn't go too far.
That was another frustration, his relationship with his son and daughter. Because he hadn't been around much while they were growing up, they now treated him with polite distance, as if he was only a guest in the house and not the head of it.
The whole situation had boiled over yesterday, shortly after they'd returned from taking the harbor cruise around the San Francisco bay at sunset. Don asked for an extra room and, as Beth had predicted, was told there weren't any. But Don was in a mood that simply wasn't to be denied.
While walking around earlier in the day, Don had noticed a movie house that was showing a new French film. He saw the kids look with interest at the marquee and so he made a mental note of the time for the evening showing. Then, while they were having dinner in the motel dining room, he'd given Jamey some money and told him to take his sister to the movie. Beth had immediately looked concerned.
"I, uh, think that film's X-rated, honey," she murmured.
"Oh, they won't have any trouble. Jamey can buy the tickets - he can pass for twenty-one, let alone eighteen."
"I know they can probably get in," she admitted reluctantly, "but are you sure you want them to see that movie? I read that some places aren't allowing it to be shown - it sounded pretty raw to me."
Oh, Mother," Sandy groaned, "we're not back home."
"That's it, Sandy," Don grinned at his sassy daughter, "This is 1975 and San Francisco, where everything's happening, right?"
"Right on!" she grinned back at him impishly.
"Why don't you and Mom come along?". Jamey suggested.
"Oh, not tonight, I guess. We'll find something to do."
He had something in mind, all right. But even if this was 1975, he couldn't very well announce that he was planning to fuck their mother silly while they were at the movies!
Beth was just ahead of him on the escalator to their floor, so that her softly curved ass was at his eye level. He admired its perfection hungrily. It had always seemed to him that a nice firm well-shaped ass was more important to a woman's looks than her legs. And Beth was fortunate in both ways, long trim racehorse legs and a pair of beautifully curved buttocks that were driving him right out of his mind at the moment, the way they were outlined to perfection under the sleek pants she was wearing.
He reached out and squeezed one of the delectable moons appreciatively and Beth whirled around like he'd done some terrible obscene thing to her. She nearly lost her balance on the moving stairs and when he grabbed her around the hips to steady her, the sudden contact with her warm flesh had a predictable effect on him. His prick jerked to life and lay hot and heavy against his stomach.
"Don!" Beth chided, looking quickly down toward the lobby to see whether anyone was watching. "Be careful! These escalators ..." she slipped out of his grasp to step off onto their floor. He followed, his hand on his swelling cock as it pressed against his tight western style pants.
She went directly into her room and he followed, locking the door as an afterthought. The kids might've changed their minds or come back early. Beth would probably die of embarrassment on the spot if anyone ever saw them while he was fucking it to her - which is just what he was going to be doing in about two seconds! The pressure had been building in him ever since they started this trip and now, by God, his cock felt like it was going to burst if it didn't get into some pussy pretty damn soon. He had his belt off and was unzipping his pants when Beth turned around and realized what he was doing.
"Don, what in the world - ?" she broke off in astonishment, "Can't you even wait until . . . ?"
"Until what, Baby? You want me to wait until it gets dark? It's dark already, sweetheart, so that old excuse about not screwing in daylight won't work. See this?" He stepped out of his pants and walked toward her, taking his long thick cock in his right hand, "This means it's ready to go!"
Beth stared at him for a second in horrified fascination and then averted her eyes from the long swollen prick jutting out from his loins.
But she turned around to undress, resignedly, carefully pulling her stretch top over her head so her lipstick wouldn't touch it. More slowly, she unfastened her slacks, reluctantly stepping out of them. As always, the sight of her curvaceous body brought a burning sensation deep in his testicles. He was close enough to smell her body fragrance as she moved and his cock was throbbing-hard now with his lust. His wife unhooked her bra and her huge voluptuously uplifted breasts with their rosy tips seemed to spring out at him as they were released from the flimsy lace. She put the bra on a chair and then stepped out of her shoes. With one movement, she peeled her panties down her slim legs and faced him, naked.
He stepped closer, breathing fast. She could have done the same, and stepped forward to meet his eager cock, ready to take it in her. She could have shown some desire. Jesus, she could have just held out her arms and kissed him - anything. Instead, she carefully folded the stretch top and bra she was holding, and reached down to retrieve the panties from the floor. Somehow, that did it.
With a strangled sound, Don lunged at her and threw her backwards onto the bed. He went down heavily oh top of her, cruelly crushing her soft breasts under his weight and ramming his erectly throbbing penis up against her stomach. It knocked the breath out of her, she could only gasp helplessly as he lay full-length upon her and began to spit out frightening, obscene words at her!
"You fuckin' little prick-tease!" he snarled. "You ready now? Got everything folded up neat? Good Christ, do you know I've had women so hot for me they tore their clothes off? That's right, they wanted my cock up inside their hot little cunts so bad they couldn't wait! But not my own wife - no, you can wait all night because you don't want to be screwed at all. You only do it with me because you think it's your goddamned duty!"
"No, Don!" Beth found her voice and began to protest weakly, "I do want to. I love you!"
"Shit," he retorted, and her face went white under her tan, "A meal ticket, that's all you know. A nice house, a cabin up at the lake, your own car, clothes on your back. But when I want something from you, you treat me like I was some kind of sex maniac! Well, I'm a man, Beth, and don't you ever forget it!"
"I won't forget it," she promised, squirming uncomfortably under him while tears formed in her great brown eyes.
Don raised up and took her by the shoulders, shaking her so hard her breasts bobbed up and down. Suddenly he seized one of the soft, marshmallowy mounds in each hand and squeezed them. He had large powerful hands, but her tits filled them so completely that the soft flesh escaped and bulged out between his spread fingers. He felt her nipples hardening under his palms and it gave him a lewd tickling sensation that drove him to a greater pitch of desire. With a groan, he released her breasts, letting them flop forward heavily, then he seized her thighs and shoved them abruptly apart. He reared up oh his knees and looked down hungrily at the now exposed little vaginal slit between her legs, framed in the softly curling pubic hair at the base of her belly.
Beth closed her eyes to shut out the sight of her husband staring down into her nakedly open vagina. She lay quietly awaiting his onslaught, her trembling had subsided into little spasmodic quivers that twitched the lips of her cunt invitingly up to him. Her husband's anger was gone for the moment. He put his hand on her pubic mound and stroked it in tiny teasing circular motions, gently at first but with ever-increasing pressure. Beth kept her eyes tightly shut, but she rolled her hips slightly from side to side and, clenched the muscles of her buttocks together as close as she could. Christ, was she really feeling something? He dropped his face to her stomach, kissing her navel and then moving downward, kissing and sucking at her belly. He took the lips of her cunt and spread them outward with a slight pressure from his thumbs, then put his mouth to her moist, trembling pussy. The muscles of her slim thighs tightened as she felt his heated breath stir her pubic hair. Don put out his tongue and with the tip, probed her budding pink clitoris. Beth jerked away from the hot wet contact with her genitals as if she'd received an electric shock.
"Please - don't do that!" she whispered frantically, trying to squeeze her legs together and so force his head away from her defenseless, exposed cunt, "Don, I - I don't like that. You know how I feel about doing it that way!"
The rage came flooding back into him, hot like a searing poison. He had denied his own urgent need to just fuck up inside her and relieve his cunt-thirsty cock, just to try and give her some pleasure, and she had rejected his offering. Yes, just as she had always rejected his love-making. By God, he had a lot of fucking coming to him from this bitch and he was going to get some of it right now! The hell with her sensitive feelings. For once he'd screw her the way he wanted it! He forced her legs wide apart again until she grunted from the pressure and then he seized his pulsing rock-hard cock and plunged it into her exposed pussy in one forward thrusting lunge.
"Ooooh!" Beth squealed, "You're hurting me, Don!"
She flinched at the unaccustomed pain inflicted on her tender vagina by his relentless penis. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress as he smashed into her, but it was impossible to wriggle away from his impaling rod, it went deep inside her on his first furious thrust. Sensing that to struggle further would only incite his fury more, Beth lay still, bearing all his weight on her body and tensing her interior cunt walls for the next plunge of his blood-engorged member into the unwillingly filled passage. It seemed to her that her husband had suddenly gone stark raving mad and she didn't have a clue why, what had set him off this way! Fortunately, it would be over soon, she told herself. But he kept fucking into her on and on and her unprepared cunt was excruciatingly tight. His cock was always tight inside her, even after all the years they'd been married,: but tonight it seemed to be even bigger. And he was insatiable, fucking up into her again and again. If she let her naked loins rock with his thrusting motions, it was better, she discovered. Yes, that was it - relax and let him go all the way in. My God, he was in so far she could actually feel his - his thing, the head of it, touching all the way back against her cervix. It was easier now, her lubricating juices were starting to flow more copiously up inside her, coating the sides of her husband's cock so that it slipped in and out of her small cunt like a well-oiled piston, making a wet little sucking sound on each backstroke.
Don felt the velvety wetness growing up inside her and felt the sensitive rubbery tip of his heavily pulsating cock push the hotly clinging walls of her pussy aside as he fucked into her again and again. He was fucking harder than he'd ever fucked his wife before, pressing her knees back to touch her tits, until her smooth white buttocks were lifted clear off the bed with each heavy in-fuck. Beth was panting for breath with each lunge he made into her. He shoved his hands under her, tilting her naked cunt mouth upward to receive every inch of his cock.
"Jesus Christ!" he sputtered down into her open mouth. He was cumming now, he could feel it boiling in his balls and coming up inside his cock like a goddamn skyrocket going off! The final strokes were sheer lust-crazed ecstasy until he exploded deep in her belly, drenching her whole insides with his hot, sticky cum. With one final surge to pump out the last milky white droplets of his semen, he let her buttocks drop and he fell forward on her like a log, drained dry.
Beth's legs sprawled out on either side of him as he released her, the soreness of her thighs testifying that they'd been stretched into an unusual position. Everything had been so unusual and unexpected that Beth hardly knew what to think. Don's love-making was ordinarily so gentle that it required no effort on her part, but he certainly had no right to accuse her of not .wanting it, no right at all! She never refused to let him have sex with her, even thought she was sometimes tired and didn't feel like it. In fact, she really didn't mind sex. There was a warm feeling about it, to be able to hold her husband in her arms and know that she was giving him pleasure. She was perfectly well aware that men had to have it, it was more important to them. But she'd never gotten over her feeling of being cheated, somehow, because making love wasn't the big deal people made it out to be. Privately, she didn't believe these articles about women being as highly sexed as men, no doubt they were only skillful at men making men think they were having wild orgasms. She had done a bit of pretending herself, when Don seemed to be a little - well, hungrier than usual for her approval of his powers in bed. It was simple, after all, to make little whimpering sounds now and then or murmur how good it was. In fact, if he hadn't been so rough with her tonight, it would have been one of their very best times - for a few minutes there had been a sort of rhythmic pleasurable sensation, a kind of restless feeling that she'd never experienced before. But just then Don had reached his orgasm. - strange, at first she thought he was never going to cum, but later she didn't care if he was slow because the sensation he was giving her wasn't really unpleasant. Now he was withdrawing from her, his penis was getting soft again. For just a second, Beth recalled how it looked when he locked the door and came toward her. It had been a dull red color and the veins stood out and he had been stroking it. Well, she would rather not have to see it!
And then she remembered the movie Jamey and Sandy were watching at this moment. It certainly wasn't good for Sandy, especially, to see naked love scenes. Naturally, she wanted her daughter to know what a man looked like so it wouldn't come as a complete shock, but fifteen was still very young.
Don had deliberately arranged for the kids to go to the movie so that he could make love to her tonight, she was sure of it. What was getting into him? Probably worried about his virility, now that he was in his forties! Since he got the District Manager's job and was at home every night now, perhaps he thought they weren't having enough sex. She'd tried to indicate that once a week, the way they'd had it for years, was fine as far as she was concerned.
His solid body still lay sprawled across her and she was growing numb from the weight of it. She shifted uncomfortably and he rolled off her. Beth immediately pulled a corner of the bedspread over her body.
"That's right, cover it up!" Don said bitterly.
"What's the matter?" she replied defensively, "Wasn't I - wasn't it good enough, Honey?"
"You tell me what's the matter. How can it be good when I have to practically rape my own wife to get a piece of ass? You're a cold number, Beth - you'll never be any good as a woman."
"Don!" she gasped, hurt by his cruel taunt as if he'd hit her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She remembered the way he'd boasted, while she was taking her clothes off, that he'd had other women "hot" for him. Could it be true? Before they got married, perhaps. But why, then, had he married her if these other women were so great?
During the years Don was traveling she had often suspected he might have been sleeping with someone, but had tried to accept it as inevitable. A man was always tempted and it was harder for them to be faithful. Since he always returned to her, if there were affairs, they must not mean anything to him.
But it seemed unfair to Beth that her husband should pick their vacation in California as the time to tell her he wasn't happy with their sex life. It was unfortunate there'd been this trouble about the motel rooms, but she simply couldn't permit Sandy to share a room with her older brother, the very idea was indecent.
They'd gotten ready for the trip in such a hurry - she just hadn't a chance to foresee the problem. The company had made the arrangements - four people, two doubles. It was only 21 days - she'd never dreamed Don would make such a big deal about it!
Beth knew that Sandy would be uncomfortably aware of her brother if they had to sleep in the same room. He was tall and athletically built and he liked to loaf around in nothing more than his jockey shorts. Beth had caught him that way herself several times and was always unprepared for the startling realization that her little boy was now a very well-endowed male animal! No wonder all the high school girls were crazy about him - they were constantly telephoning and even came brazenly right to the house to see him. She did hope he could get through these teenage years without some scandal - some supposedly nice girls in their neighborhood had become pregnant in the last few years. No, it wasn't easy to raise kids these days, and she wished she could make Don take that more seriously.
As for Don, his sexual hunger was satisfied, at least for the moment. He saw that his wife was crying, but her behavior continued to rankle in his mind and he said nothing. Actually, once he had gotten it up into her, she hadn't been a half-bad lay tonight. But she hadn't moved her cunt around much and he'd had to do all the work, as usual. No, there was no improvement at all in her attitude. He had meant every cutting word he'd hurled at her!
He got up and pulled on his pants and went to his room to take a shower, leaving his wife on the rumpled bed. He dressed again and went downstairs to have a drink at the motel bar. Then he wandered out to find another, livelier place. When he left it an hour or so later, Jamey and Sandy were just coming out of the theater.
Sandy found it strange to go into the movie house with her brother. She couldn't remember when the two of them had done anything together, it had been so long. Being two years ahead of her in school, he naturally ran with a different crowd and in recent months he'd been spending most of his time with Georgina Mason, anyway. Sandy knew he hadn't wanted to come on this trip with their parents much, she supposed he hated being separated from Georgina even for three weeks. It was puzzling to Sandy what Jamey saw in Georgina, a rather chubby and definitely cheap-looking girl. Jamey was just about the best-looking boy in school. It was rather nice to be seen with him where people didn't know they were brother and sister.
The feature had already begun when they entered the theater and so they stumbled to their seats in the darkness. Sandy was disappointed to see the movie was in French, with subtitles, but within a few minutes she was sitting up straight and gripping the armrests of her seat!
The film was like nothing she'd ever seen before on a screen. It seemed that the two women were Lesbians and they were in bed together when a man, evidently a neighbor, walked in. They spoke for a few minutes and then the man took off his clothes and got into bed with the two women. As the man began to fondle first one woman and then the other Sandy glanced nervously over at Jamey. He was slumped in his seat, his long legs sprawled as far as the cramped seating would allow. Obviously he had forgotten her presence, he was utterly absorbed by the lewd scene being enacted on the screen. As she watched the man kissing the women's breasts, Sandy suddenly felt a peculiar tension up between her teenage thighs and a slight wet moisture growing there. She squirmed slightly and discovered that rubbing her panty-clad little pubic area down against the leather seat brought a sort of relief. She was so ashamed of herself for letting a movie excite her this way that she clamped her legs hard together to try to still her now warmly quivering pussy. Instead, the sudden pressure on her clitoris only increased the indecent sexual sensation!
Jamey was now also shifting uncomfortably in his seat. God, Sandy thought, he must be getting turned on, too! The thought of her handsome brother's penis suddenly growing hard made her wiggle even more. When her hand accidentally brushed Jamey's, she jerked it away instantly. The action on the screen was not so explicit now, but it seemed the man was satisfying both women. Close-up shots showed their faces contorted with passion, and then the camera would focus on some portion of the three writhing bodies. The shots never quite exposed enough so that you could see who was doing what to whom, but Sandy could imagine. As the scene on the bed ended, her body gradually returned to normal, but the thin crotch-band of her panties running between her thighs felt damp where her vaginal secretions had seeped out against her will. Later on there was another sex scene in which the man slowly undressed a woman while she twisted back and forth in his hands. But somehow Sandy forced herself to remain calm, she was determined not to give in again to the sexually stimulating lewd sensations.
When finally she and her brother emerged into the cool night air, Jamey stretched lazily and gave her a sheepish grin.
"What'd you think of it?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said off-handed-ly, "It'll never be shown back home," she said that's for sure!"
"That's not where the good movies are shown," he snickered knowingly.
"I know what you mean."
"You have to know somebody in one of the fraternities up at the university. You couldn't get in anyway, you're too young."
"Stag movies, is that what you're talking about?" she demanded.
"Yeah, he replied shortly.
"Look, there's Dad," she said, as they got back to the motel and saw their father entering the lobby.
Don felt a surge of parental pride as he watched Jamey and Sandy approach. Every man in the lobby shot a quick glance at Sandy's fifteen year old ass-swinging walk as she passed. And maybe Beth was right - it was easy to see Jamey was old enough to be susceptible to a sweet little piece of tail. Wouldn't blame him if he wanted to grab his sister. Of course, he never would but human nature is only human nature. "What was the movie all about?" he asked carelessly as the three of them headed toward the escalator.
"Something Mom would rather we didn't see!" Sandy giggled, and Don began to wonder whether his pretty daughter was as innocent as her mother believed her to be. "But don't worry about us," she continued, "we closed our eyes for the bad parts. Right Jamey?"
"Oh, yeah. Right." Jamey smirked, and the two of them burst out laughing.
"Maybe I'll have to check out this picture," Don said.
"You won't have time, Dad," Sandy reminded him. "We're driving up north tomorrow, remember."
"You're right." Tomorrow they headed up into the Wine Country, planning to get off on some of the back roads, visiting some of the famous wineries. They were all looking forward to the trip, though Jamey and Sandy were disappointed they weren't old enough to take part in any wine-tasting.
As Sandy let herself into the room she shared with her mother, Don poked his head in to glance at Beth. The bed had been carefully straightened up, no sign of the wreckage they'd made of it - and Beth was sound asleep in it. He noticed she'd gotten into her pajamas.
Chapter Two
Don and Jamey both slept late and the first thing Don knew was Beth knocking sharply on their door.
"Sandy and I have already had breakfast, she told him. "I hated to wake you but I knew you wanted to get on the road before ten."
While Sandy and Beth returned to their room to pack, Don and Jamey headed for the coffee shop, and after three cups of coffee, eggs and San Francisco sourdough toast, Don felt it was time they got on their way. They returned to the room and closed up their bags and called for a bellhop. Don could tell right away that the young Black had figured out their room arrangements. He probably thought Beth had quarreled with him and that was why Don and Jamey were sharing the same room. Maybe some of the motel help had heard him yelling at Beth last night and then the bed squeaking afterward.
Well, the kid was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, and now he had his tip.
Settling themselves in the car as they pulled out of the motel passenger loading area, the four Drapers could see that it was going to be a beautiful day for the ride and probably quite hot in the area they were headed for. There was a lot of talking, and pointing out of sights as they approached the Golden Gate Bridge, crossing it and taking the Sausalito exit for a quick look at that quaint little city before continuing north. They stopped so Beth could pick up a few things for snacks in the car, took several photos, and continued on their way.
Don drove steadily for about an hour before he saw a sign for the first winery. They had been passing through beautiful vineyard land stretching to the low foothills, shimmering under the oppressive valley heat. Taking the next exit, Don pulled up to a low stone building which looked cool and inviting to them after the lengthy drive from San Francisco. Once inside, it was decided that Sandy and Jamey would take the winery tour, while Don and Beth sampled the wares in the tasting room.
"Why don't we pick up a couple of bottles while we're here?" Don asked, "We'll find a place to pull off in the shade up ahead, have a couple of glasses of wine, eat those snacks you picked up."
"That's a good idea," Beth replied, "Let's get two or three kinds to take home with us." She was surprised at his change of mood, he seemed to be having a better time today than he had since they'd started this trip. How she hoped that he'd satisfied his demanding sexual urges for the time being.
After Jamey and Sandy returned from the short tour, the four of them resettled themselves in the car, with Jamey taking a turn driving. It seemed all right, he had his license and they were off the main freeway now, driving slowly down a back road surrounded on all sides by the bountiful fields of ripening wine grapes.
"Look for a shady spot where we can pull over, Jamey," Don directed his son, "If we can find a place by a stream, that'll be even better."
"Okay, Dad," Jamey agreed. He was delighted to be driving, and wished silently to himself that Georgina was along, alone with him looking for a shady place to picnic. Only they wouldn't have picnics on their minds. Oh, no. Georgina wouldn't be interested in eating, not food anyway.
"Isn't it funny how little traffic there is along here?" Beth remarked, "You'd never believe it, after all those cars on the freeway. It doesn't look as though one car a week passes along this road."
Just then, Jamey made a right turn down a narrow lane, and after traveling about a quarter of a mile, came to a dead end where they could see overhanging trees marked the edges of a small creek. Off to one side of the turn around was parked a nice looking camper van, but it was deserted and no voices were heard indicating the owners were nearby.
Jamey stopped the car and parked off to the other side of the van, and he and Sandy got out to look for a good place to have the picnic. Don watched them go down to the creek edge, wondering if he could get them to take a longer walk after lunch. What a spot to give Beth a surprise she wasn't looking for, he thought to himself, God, outside and in the daylight. He'd like to give her a good outdoor screwing to shake her up, so she won't have the idea last night took care of it for awhile. "Frosty bitch," he muttered to himself, "don't think you're keeping that gorgeous pussy to yourself for the rest of the trip."
The kids had found a spot by the stream where the four of them could sit comfortably, and after Don and Beth joined them, Don opened one of the bottles of wine they had bought, and .Beth arranged the cheese, crackers and lunch meat they had brought on paper plates. Jamey and Sandy grinned at each other as their father poured a small portion of the wine in two cups and gave one to each.
"Neither one of you is old enough for this stuff," Don said, "But, hell, we're on vacation and you're going to drink sooner or later. But no more driving for you today, son." Don gave him a wink and thought to himself, hell, they've probably tasted more than this already. I wonder what else they know. Both of them looked like they'd swallowed a canary after seeing that movie. Growing up, and I won't stand in their way.
Suddenly they heard voices not 'too far away from them, but they could see no one and couldn't make out what was said.
"Probably those people with the van," Don remarked. "They must be around here somewhere, nobody would go off and just leave an expensive rig like that."
As he finished talking, the voices became more distinct, and two men, both in their early twenties, pushed through the brush on the opposite side of the stream, not far from where they sat. Both men were bearded, with kinky looking hair, and were dressed in faded patched Levis and clean but worn looking plaid shirts. One man was white, and his companion looked somewhat Spanish although he was quite dark, probably of mixed blood.
"Don, I don't like the way those two look," murmured Beth, staring across the creek as the two men advanced toward them.
"Oh, you worry too much," Don snapped at her, "Just a couple of guys out for a hike or something."
The men had seen them, and the white called out to Don, "Hey, have you guys seen a big dog running around since you got here - he's a shepherd-husky cross breed, blue eyes. We came out here to let him have a good run and he took off someplace."
"No, haven't seen him. Just got here ourselves a few minutes ago," Don answered.
"Well, thanks anyway," the second man said, as the two men continued up the bank and over to the parked van. In passing, both gave unconcealed looks of admiration at Sandy and Beth where they sat watching the actions of the two unexpected visitors.
Don noticed the hungry glances the men had given his wife and daughter. Christ, can't say as I blame them, he said to himself. Hard to find a better looking pair anywhere. Yeah, but if those two guys only knew, he thought bitterly, you'd also go a long way to find a colder bitch than his wife. Sandy, well I don't know - she's roo young and I'd hate to have either of those guys lay a hand on- her. The way they look, Jesus, don't people give a damn what they wear or if their hair is combed anymore?
With the men out of sight, Don put them out of his mind and poured all of them another small glass of wine.
"Drink up, kids, and let's get on our way," Don said, "Your mother and I want to take the tour at the next winery, you two are way ahead of us on that."
Beth was already gathering up the remainders of their light lunch, and Jamey had wandered a few yards down the stream, when Sandy gasped audibly and then screamed.
"Oh, my God, Daddy, They've got guns," she shrieked, her eyes wide with terror and looking toward the parking area where they'd left the car.
Don jerked his head around to face the direction in which his daughter was staring, and saw the two men, guns in hand, standing no more than ten yards above and behind them on the creek bank.
"Hey, man, everybody keeps quiet and we all have fun," drawled the darker of the two men. The other man gave a loud laugh, and made a lewd gesture in Sandy's direction.
"What are we going to do, Don," stammered Beth, "My God, what are we going to do?"
"Christ, don't get hysterical," ordered Don, "Shut up and let me handle it." Goddamn, I know what those two slobs have in mind, he thought, pussy, plain and simple. Jesus, with two guns, probably both drunk or on drugs or both, anything can happen. Only one thing to do, sit tight and wait for them to make the first move. Despite his outward calm, Don could feel the sweat trickling down his body, tension and the heat of the day had raised his body temperature to fever pitch.
Guiltily, Sandy felt a quick twinge of pleasure in her genitals when the second man had made the obscene gesture, obviously for her benefit. They were so frightening looking, and with those guns in their hands. What is the matter with me, she thought, they could kill Daddy or Jamey or all of us. But she couldn't suppress the little thrill of excitement that ran through her when she thought about either one of the men grabbing her and running their hands along her thighs and over her slim young body.
"Okay, kid, come on up here with your folks," ordered the Spanish looking man, talking to Jamey, who had frozen where he was standing down by the stream since the men had returned.
Silently, Jamey did as he was bidden, walking slowly toward the little huddled group on the bank, as just as slowly the two men sauntered closer, one gun pointed at Don, the other at his son.
"Sit down over there with your Dad," the Spanish one said curtly, "And don't get any ideas about breaking and running or any of that heroic stuff."
"Hey, Raoul," the other man said, "Who goes first, you or me, man?"
Raoul gave him a twisted smile and gesturing toward his cock, said, "This ain't going to be no contest, man. Everybody's going to get a turn. I though you and me would have ourselves some delicious well-fed pussy while Dad and the kid here took a rest up in the van. Then we'll let Dad and the kid have a turn."
With that, Raoul waved the gun at Don and Jamey, who were sitting tensely listening to the discussion between the two men. Beth and Sandy were a short distance away, Beth's arm around her daughter's trembling shoulders.
"Get up, Dad, you too, kid," commanded Raoul, "You're going to have a short wait up in the van while me and Cherokee get things ready for the show down here."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Don shouted at Raoul, "If you think I'm leaving my wife and daughter down here with you two jerks, you're wrong."
"Come on, man, let's not call anybody names," Raoul spat at him, "You might get hurt or something, and me and Cherokee don't really want anybody to get hurt. Nah, man, just a little fun. You're wife knows what it's all about, she's been fucked before. And your little girl will get some educating this afternoon is she ain't already. Hey, man, she might even like it. So, start walking, like I told you, because I got one impatient prick."
Burning with impotent rage, Don did as he was told, and Jamey followed, only his eyes showing a fear that he was afraid to speak. Beth and Sandy were right behind them, with Cherokee's leering eyes riveted on their invitingly swaying asscheeks as they unwillingly moved up to the parking area.
When they reached the van, Cherokee took charge of watching the four of them, while Raoul opened the van door and climbed in to rummage in back of the front seat for some object none of them could see.
"Here they are, man, just where I left them," Raoul said, as he backed out and stepped down from the van.
Don could see that Raoul held several lengths of rope of varying sizes, and knew immediately he and Jamey were about to be tied up and probably locked in the stifling van, while these two monkeys did God knows what to Beth and Sandy. Jesus Christ, I'd rush this Raoul character while he's got his hands full, but Beth and Sandy are right in the lines of fire from that other bastard. Wait, wait, there'll be a better chance at if, he told himself. His thoughts raced, but he glanced over at Sandy and Beth, and gave them what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Okay," Cherokee suddenly spoke, "Now it's gentlemen up to the front and ladies right over here." He gestured with the gun to show them where to stand. "You lovely ladies stay just as nice and juicy and sweet as I know you are, and if the gentlemen will just put their hands together behind their backs, we're all gonna get along fine today."
"Do what he says, Jamey," Don said, putting his own hands together behind his back as he spoke.
Jamey gave his father a funny sideways look, shrugged, and also put his hands together behind his back as Cherokee had ordered.
Raoul wasted no time in securely tying the hands of both men, he then drew the ropes up around their necks, so that any struggles to free themselves would strangle them in the process.
"Yessiree," Raoul laughed, "Going to have us a real nice party this afternoon." Leaving Don and Jamey standing where they were, he walked arrogantly toward Beth and Sandy, and planted himself, hands on hips, directly in front of them. "Think it's about time you told me your names, I like to know the names of the little ladies I give my loving cock to."
Raoul had now taken Beth's bare arms, and slid his hands possessively up and down them, brushing the full globes of her breasts, which were pulsating excitingly from her rapid, fearful breathing. Beth tried to pull away from him, which only seemed to excite him more, and realized she and her daughter were in a hopeless situation.
"Don't touch me, you monster," Beth screamed at him, as she twisted and turned trying to evade his arms and hairy face.
Sandy's voice was frozen in her throat, and as she watched her mother struggle, she wondered if her turn was next. The thought of Raoul touching her between her legs made her feel weak. Standing here under the hot sun after drinking the wine she wasn't used to made her feel funny, too, as if her legs were not connected to the rest of her.
"We'll get the names of these two delicious pieces later," Cherokee spoke up, "Let's get Dad and the kid taken care of first."
Reluctantly, Raoul dropped Beth's arms, but for a moment he stood and stared at her, his eyes boldly and unmistakably raking the curves of her body. The reality hit her suddenly when she realized that this was a hot-blooded male who was ready to pounce-on her any second! She suddenly felt a little thrill of danger run over her, shocked at herself for feeling such excitement with so much danger to her family around her.
"You're right, man. We've got a long time for introductions," Raoul answered. He walked back to the van and gave Don and Jamey a rough shove toward the rear doors of the vehicle. He opened the panels, and nodded his head toward the interior, "Jump on up in there, you two."
Don and Jamey did as they were told, having to sit on the tailgate and swing their legs up to get inside, their bound arms not allowing them much freedom of movement.
Once inside, Raoul wasted no time in securing their ankles with ropes, and produced some rags which he proceeded to tear in strips for gags. He knelt between the father and son, shoving one wad of cloth in Jamey's mouth, binding another rag around his head to hold it in place. Don was then subjected to the same treatment, he thought he would throw up when the ball of cloth was stuffed roughly into his mouth. What a hell of situation, his mind ran on, they've got us by the balls and they know it. I want all of us to come out of it alive, even if it means Beth and Sandy are going to get the shock of their lives. He could picture Beth with her snooty cunt at the mercy of these animals, Christ, she'd never been fucked by any man but her own husband. And Sandy, my beautiful ass-swinging prick-teasing little daughter. She'd be fucked by somebody sometime, but Jesus Christ, what an introduction to sex. He shifted uncomfortably on the metal floor of the van and glanced at Jamey. Jamey returned his father's gaze, but his eyes looked glazed. The unaccustomed wine and the breathless interior of the van from the heat of the sun beating on the metal roof had put him into a stupor. Don looked away, sighing to himself, nothing to do but wait it out.
Raoul had slammed and locked the van doors, and Don could hear him giving some directions to Cherokee. The voices moved away, so the two men must have taken Beth and Sandy back down to the creek.
Beth and Sandy stumbled dumbly back toward the spot where they'd been having such a good time only an hour earlier. It seemed unreal, at the mercy of these two disgusting looking men, Don and Jamey completely unable to help them.
"The police . . .they'll be looking for us," Beth said desperately, "We have motel reservations for tonight, we're on a tour, they'll notify the authorities if we don't show up."
"Let 'em look," Raoul laughed, "You're going to be a long way from this spot before they even start searching."
"They ... the rental agency will be looking for the car," she said, "When it's found, you'll be caught."
"Nothing to connect our van with your car," Cherokee answered, "besides, you're going to come home with us. You people are just going to disappear, like that guy that jumped out of the jet. They never found him, either. No trace. So don't you worry your pretty little head about that."
Suddenly Raoul brought his hand up and slapped Beth smartly across the face. She stumbled slightly, and started to open her mouth to scream, but he clamped his hairy paw over her lips.
"In case you get any ideas, sweet lady," he whispered contemptuously, "forget them. Don't be a fool, if you struggle or scream, your husband gets it in the head. Know what I mean?"
With that, he crushed her to him, his hands encompassed the roundness of her buttocks, stroking and squeezing the tenderly yielding flesh. His breath quickened, his probing fingers tightened on her hips, drawing her in until the throbbing bulge of his loins was tight against her belly. Oh God, she could feel it grinding into her -he really meant to rape her!
She struggled pathetically in his arms, afraid of rousing his anger, afraid to scream, yet almost as terrified of what he might do to her. His mouth crushed on hers, his tongue sliding sensuously against the ridge of her teeth and licking hungrily at her own tongue. His heavy beard and moustache ground into the tender flesh of her face and Beth felt her body recoil in shame as his hands roamed freely over her suddenly completely terrorized body.
Sandy watched with horrified fascination as Raoul forced his brutal lust on her mother's unwilling body. She shuddered, wondering if she should scream, but one look at Cherokee's lecherous eyes, watching her every move, told her not to do it.
"Keep your eyes on the action, honey," he said softly, "You and me are gonna be next."
He then seized her right hand and pressed it against his lust-swollen penis. Sandy shivered with shock, snatching her hand away. Oh, God, this couldn't be happening . . . not in this way, so suddenly and unexpectedly.
Cherokee gave a lewd laugh, leaning comfortably back against a tree, pistol lowered by ready just in case. He turned his attention to Raoul, who had Beth in a vise-like grip, undressing her, his hands tearing at her clothes. Beth moaned, her resistance ineffective against his sex-crazed strength.
"Hurry up and get your clothes off!" Raoul whispered hoarsely. "I've been ready to crawl up between your red-hot mama thighs since the first moment I saw you."
He grasped the neck of her blouse, ripping it savagely so the buttons gave, pulling it off her arms and flinging it to the ground in one movement. His fingers wrestled a moment with the fastening of her brassiere, then with a curse he simply ripped it apart, too. Beth gasped and attempted to cover her exposed breasts with the age-old gesture of female modesty. He tore at her skirt, which fell in a heap around her feet. Reaching for the elastic band of her soft flimsy panties, he peeled them down over the smoothly curved sides of her hips and down her legs to the ground and yanked them away. She stood naked in front of him quivering with horror at the sudden, unbelievably degradation he was inflicting on her.
Raoul stepped back to admire her body. Cherokee gave a long low appreciative whistle. Grinning suddenly, Raoul slapped her nakedly trembling buttocks playfully.
"See what I have for you?" he said, as he devoured her shivering, naked body with his hungry eyes. Quickly, he unbuttoned his Levis, pulling them aside so that his massive blood-engorged cock jutted stiffly out from his loins. Raoul hurriedly pulled off his pants, and just as rapidly shed his worn shirt and heavy boots. Beth couldn't take her eyes away from that part of him, after all, she'd never seen any man this was except her husband. Her body flushed with shame, she knew her daughter was watching the entire degrading scene, watching her own mother raped by a revolting young monster.
"Lie down on the grass," Raoul hissed in her ear. Beth obeyed him - God, what else could she do but obey and get this over with as quickly as possible. She gasped at the sight of his lean, hard-muscled body as he stood over her. It was golden brown all over - like a good sun-tan, though she realized this his natural color - except for the wild tangle of black hair that curled on his chest and around his genitals. Her eyes returned to the sight of his huge young penis, which she had never imagined would be so big because Raoul was not really a large man. Her eyes remained open and fixed on the pulsating head of the man's cock. She still couldn't believe that he was actually going to put it into her, but as she lay there defenseless, the true horror of her position penetrated her brain. She was held prisoner here with her daughter, away from her husband and son, guarded by a crazed maniac and completely at the mercy of this bearded sex-fiend and his ruthless lust. He was free to do whatever he wanted to her!
Raoul crouched on his knees beside her, as he inspected every inch of her nakedly cringing body while his huge cock bobbed gently only inches from Beth's tormented eyes. If possible, it seemed even larger now - she could never take it without horrible pain!
"What are you afraid of?" he laughed contemptuously. "I tell you I will make you happy . . . happier than that soft, out-of-condition pencil-pusher husband of yours ever made you! And Cherokee's gonna make your daughter happy. If she's never been fucked before, then it's long past time." As she continued to stare at him with loathing, her mind whirling with thoughts of her innocent daughter's disgrace and her own helplessness, he gave a short laugh. "Hah. In ten minutes you'll be begging for this to be up inside you!"
He took hold of her hips, moving her onto the heaped pile of clothing. Then he knelt between her legs and spread her soft, fearfully-unresisting thighs apart, bending his head to her loins until she felt his warm breath stir and ripple through her pubic hair. Suddenly, she realized what he intended to do!
"Please, no! I can't! Not that way!" she moaned as he placed his hands high on the inner sides of her thighs bending them so far open that she could not bring them together again, and exposing the moist secrets of her vagina to his lecherous gaze. Oh God, only last night she had refused her own husband this. Now was this complete stranger, this animal, going to ravish her body with an unnatural, obscene act that would defile her forever? She moaned again, thinking about it, and tears welled in her beautiful eyes. Ignoring her, Raoul continued to gaze greedily down at her defenseless cunt, spreading the soft pubic strands and the curling pink lips apart with his thumbs while his breath came faster as his lust mounted. He bent his head down to her tightly-cringing pussy and his tongue snaked out and flicked deep up into her open vaginal walls. Beth jerked and contorted her body under him, writhing to escape from the hotly searing lash that wormed shamelessly around up in her widespread cunt!
"Oh, don't!" she whimpered in horror, as she lifted her head and looked down to watch the despicable degrading act he was doing to her, and felt the frightened eyes of her daughter and the other awful character on her humiliated, nakedly spread body. She watched helplessly between her obscenely jiggling breasts as his tongue continued to lick and probe and suck up between her widespread thighs with disgusting obscene smacking sounds! It couldn't be happening to her, this thrusting and licking by this monster into the most intimate part of her body, the part that was her husband's alone. But she was helpless, Don could not help her, and she must submit to this outrageous perversion. As his tireless tongue slid in and out of her vaginal slit her stomach contracted in helpless revulsion.
"Please stop licking me there!" she pleaded, "Ooooh, God . . . don't."
Unmoved, he instead let his hands move up over her belly until they reached the tensed, button-hard nipples of her breasts. His greedy fingers kneaded the rosy tips roughly while his tongue continued its lewdly-unhindered invasion of her now-wet and quivering pussy. She realized that he was watching her face to see if she had begun to react to his lewd licking of her naked cunt. She held her tortured body rigid ... no matter what he did she would continue to fight . . . let him know that his very touch was repulsive to her.
Raoul was confident that he could soon break her spirit ... the frigid, proud typical little housewife! She'd be hot soon enough, and begging him for it . . . thought he was an animal, did she, well, he knew women and what turned them on. It was going to be a rare pleasure to break in this one.
Suddenly, his tongue moved upward and found the erect little button of her clitoris. He attacked it with his tongue, while he held the vibrating pleasure organ in his teeth, battering relentlessly at his victim's resistance.
As he continued sucking hotly, teasingly on her clitoris, Beth discovered to her horror that she was actually beginning to respond, against her will. Her buttocks jerked and writhed at this strange new sensation. She had never felt anything like this . . . never! As his tongue circled unceasingly it sent little spasms of pleasure through her, creating unbelievably exciting sensations that seemed to promise some unexpected bliss that lay hidden deep in her body. Her interior vaginal walls clenched and unclenched in helpless frustration and her hips began to rotate slowly around and upward in time with the man's lascivious tongue working salaciously around up between her lewdly splayed legs. She couldn't fight him ... it was inside her ... it was her own body, aroused and un-satiated ... her own body begging for the sexual release it had never really known!
Unwanted sensations of sexual arousal were taking control. Her embarrassment for her daughter, her concern for her husband's and son's safety were forgotten as her buttocks convulsed suddenly upward and her head began to flail wildly from side to side. It seemed she could never get enough, she must have more of this delightful pleasure! What he was doing to her was perverted and filthy, but strangely, perhaps because of the very hopelessness of her position, she wanted it. Oh, yes, God, she wanted his expert tongue swirling and teasing around deep up inside her shamelessly-aroused cunt!
Beth stretched her legs wider and pulled her knees up of her own accord to draw the fullest pleasure from his oral love-making. Her toes curled in involuntary delight, her muscles tensed achingly.
"You love it, you hot little prissy cunt, don't you?" her ravisher teased, raising his wetly glistening face from her wildly aroused vaginal lips.
"You dirty animal!" she panted, as the indescribably delicious sensation was suddenly withdrawn from her loins when he ceased his tongue thrusting. It was all she could do to keep herself from seizing his tangled hair and forcing his head back down to her desire-inflamed clitoris. Her softly-rounded hips twitched uncontrollably from side to side and she whimpered with shame at the unnatural obscene thoughts this creature was causing to flood through her tortured mind.
She became aware of Cherokee's lewd snickering in the background, and could hear
Sandy sobbing softly to herself, her face buried in her hands. My God, what a shameless slut I am, betraying my husband and actually enjoying this, acting like a depraved nymphomaniac right in front of my own daughter. What in God's name is happening to me, only people who can't control themselves enjoy sex this way. She became determined not to let herself go again with her attacker. He must not know he had aroused any sexual desires. God, no, I will not give him that satisfaction, she promised herself.
Raoul laughed out loud. She didn't fool him, he knew perfectly well he had gotten this cold bitch on the road to cumming like a hot-cunted whore and he could bring her back to the same pitch of desire whenever he chose! Christ, that husband or hers must be a stupid bastard. This wife of his acted like she'd never had a good fucking in her whole life. Squirming around like a bitch in heat before he'd hardly gotten his tongue into her pussy. He'd seen it happen before to women who'd never had their cunts really licked good, then went wild with the newness of the sensation. He grinned obscenely at the thought of past good times, and dove back to work on Beth's saliva-drenched pussy.
She shuddered in revolted fascination as she again felt his wetly searing tongue lick hotly up between her tightly-curling pubic hairs and demandingly touch the open pulsating lips of her cunt. Oh, God! Why doesn't he just get this over and done with, fuck her and spew out his lewd male liquid up inside her helpless to resist belly and be done with her? But, in spite of her revulsion and determination to resist, she knew deep inside that the first flutter of his wicked tongue exploring between her naked thighs would make her helpless to protect her body from his brutal degrading lust. What chance had she had from the beginning? And why was he deliberately adding to her humiliation with his perversion? Now that she knew what to expect she would be on her guard against letting himself go again. Oh, God, it was all a bad dream, a nightmare. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend it was not happening.
Raoul knew the innocent-acting perfect little housewife was good and hot now, and her closed eyes were simply a futile attempt to disguise the pleasure he'd awakened in her. He was tired of crouching on the soft grass, his aching cock felt like it would split if he didn't fuck it up into that tongue-heated little pussy of hers! He shifted his position and moved up on her, taking his hardened penis in his hand. Roughly he shoved her legs apart with his other hand, so her already tongue-violated cunt lay wide open to receive his about to burst cock. The damp reddish curls of her pubic hair were parted invitingly around the visibly-pulsating entrance of her cunt. Slowly, he moved the thick, bulbous head of his cock up and down between her thighs to part the coral-pink vaginal lips . . . Christ, man, this was going to be some fuck . . . steadily pressing the smooth rubbery tip of his penis just an inch up into her ovally stretching cunt mouth.
"Ooooh," Beth moaned. It was too big! She had known it would be too big when she first saw the huge thing. She didn't want it! Why hadn't he simply gone on with that vilely licking tongue of his? She'd been almost on the threshold of that unknown mysterious pleasure. I can't let him see my frustration, God, he's hurting me. She tried desperately to wriggle away from his relentless rod that was about to skewer her helplessly spread vagina deep down into the grass. With a heavy breathless snort, he fucked it up into her suddenly and his cock sunk into her another inch, filling and stretching her helplessly upturned vaginal passage with its monstrous bulk.
"Uuuuhhh!" Beth gasped. The unwelcome, hotly licking little sensations of desire were taking control again. God, she had never guessed there were such sensations! The only part of her body she could feel now was seeping wetly and throbbing out of control down between her obscenely spread legs. She was trembling all over with lascivious, unwanted desire, her thighs splayed out, jerking convulsively. It was coming over her again, that rising warmth that seemed to set her on fire, something that she had never experienced with her own husband, Don. Oh, God, it was a fantastic feeling, let it go on like this, just like this . . .
"How much do you love it, little lady?" Raoul grunted hoarsely, flexing his throbbing penis inside her and plunging forward again until his sperm-heavy balls smacked hard against her upturned anus, the tip of his cock deep inside her belly. He slipped his fingers along the crevice of her buttocks, moistened by the flowing vaginal secretions that she unwillingly released in the throes of sexual excitement. His index finger found the tiny puckered anus hole and lingered there, brushing and probing gently, while with his cock he began a slow entry and withdrawal that rapidly increased in speed and intensity as he took full advantage of her defenseless body.
"I asked you how much you loved it," he repeated angrily. Beth's reply was a groan, the pain and humiliation of being forcefully fucked right in front of her own daughter was too much for her. Spread helplessly beneath him, she gasped for breath, the rhythm matching the timing of Raoul's cunt ripping thrusts as he fucked her wildly, plunging deeper and deeper up into the heat of her belly with each stroke.
"Ah," Raoul panted in her ear, "I think you're getting real hot now, foxy lady. I'll make you cum yet."
His lewd words intensified Beth's passion, against her will, but it was what was happening and she was too defeated to struggle against it any further! Her toes curled with the double enjoyment of his fingers playing with her nakedly jerking anus while his cock fucked up into her open cunt with obscene wet sluicing sounds. Groaning with a pleasure she'd never known, she flung open her legs even wider so that he could fuck her there deeper and deeper.
With animal grunts of pleasure he bored into her again and again until suddenly the sticky, creamy liquid spurted wildly out from his cock into the depths of her suddenly hungrily sucking pussy. Boring into her several more times to milk the last remaining droplets of hot sperm from his now-deflating penis, he let his cock slip slowly out of her wide-stretched vagina, falling forward across her stomach and lying there panting. Milked dry, he grinned, exhausted, when Cherokee let out a rebel yell.
"Hey, man, I've never seen you fuck anybody like that," Cherokee snickered, "You had her so hot her pussy looked like a little bearded mouth all ready to suck your cock out of sight. Wow, she's got one hungry pussy. Now if little daughter here gets going as good as her mama I won't consider the day wasted."
His obscene comments made Sandy hot all over. She had tried not to watch as Raoul had forced himself on her mother, but her mother's moans and Cherokee's repeated urgings to look made her realize that her mother was not exactly not enjoying it. Funny, she really didn't feel very fearful of her captor now, in fact she was now secretly hoping he would fuck her the same way the other boy had fucked her mother.
She didn't have long to wait for her obscene desires to happen. Raoul had finished dressing, and her mother was slowly trying to somehow cover herself in her ruined clothing, Cherokee turned on her with a wide, unconcealed look of lust, and Sandy felt hot moisture dampen the crotch of her panties . . . she wanted to see it . . . his penis.
Raoul strolled over to where she stood with Cherokee, taking the gun from his hand.
"It's all yours now, brother," he said knowingly. He leered and winked at Sandy, who shuddered. If it had to be, she'd much rather be with Cherokee, definitely the better looking of the two. She had a feeling he would be the one to help them all get out of this mess sooner or later, too.
A tremor of carnal sensation descended from Sandy's stomach to her crotch, something she'd never felt before in her young life, and she involuntarily pressed her legs together to try to stop the lewd quivering between her legs. As if pulled on strings, her eyes traveled below Cherokee's waist to the bulge at the front of his Levis. God, why did these guys wear those skintight pants, was it to show off what they had between their legs?
Cherokee watched the path her eyes took. He didn't need any further encouragement, he was slipping his tight jeans down over his slim loins. Sandy was shocked to find herself helping him, tugging his pants down over his hips. She began to whimper with desire when his immense, reddened cock protruded from his curling mass of pubic hair. She'd seen Raoul's, and while she hadn't liked looking at it, all red and hard, she had been amazed at its size. But Cherokee's was much, much larger than she had imagined. Releasing the hold she had on his pants, she began to undo her own clothing, stripping off her cotton T-shirt and shorts, and frantically working her panties down over her lovely hips.
"Oh, no!" Beth pleaded as her fifteen-year-old daughter ignored her mother's warning cries and shook her breasts in a shimmying motion to Cherokee's uncontrollable delight.
"What's the matter, mother?" Sandy said innocently, "Is it getting to you?"
Beth buried her face in her hands after seeing her daughter's lewd actions. Yet, in some strange way, she found her newly-discovered erotic feelings being aroused again by the spectacle of her daughter and this hairy, naked ape, parading around with his arrogant penis jutting out for both of them to see. She shifted her position on the hard ground, uncomfortable as she felt Raoul's dripping cum seeping moistly into the crotch of her soft panties.
"Well, go ahead, man," Raoul urged, "She is waiting."
"Sandy's eyes glistened, unnaturally bright, as she fixed them on Cherokee's penis and at the large, sperm-laden sacs of flesh that swung there under it. She could see the little slit in the head of his cock where a tiny drop of moisture glistened. Oh, God, it was so huge - how was it going to feel inside her, would it even fit inside her? Why didn't he start? She wanted it! He would not disappoint her, she felt, as her boyfriend at home had when he fumbled over her crudely and then squirted his cum out all over her panties before he even got his thing inside her!
Sandy's whole body was on fire with delicious sensations, especially between her legs. She knew this was all happening in front of her mother, and that other awful looking man, but she didn't care. What was important was satisfying this tormenting urge in her loins that had been secretly mounting all afternoon! She crouched down to spread their clothing for her to lie on, and then rolled over flat on her back and looked up at Cherokee's cock. She raised her knees and spread her legs apart invitingly, exposing the thin, vertical mouthed little vaginal slit rimmed with soft young pussy hair.
"Come on, Cherokee," she whispered, urgently, "Come on, I'm ready for you to put it in between my legs!"
Cherokee didn't need more invitation. He kneeled and worked his hand down between her smooth young thighs and felt her cunt hungrily to see if it was as good as it looked. It was wet - Christ, was she ready! He began to run his fingers on the lips of her vagina and pushed one finger inside. Sandy moaned with ecstasy, so he added another finger, stretching her experimentally. She began to writhe her hips, squeezing his hand at the same time between her inflamed thighs.
"Put your cock in me, damn you," she panted, "I can't wait for you to fuck me with it."
Grasping his throbbing cock, Cherokee guided the fleshy bulbous head, parting her softly curled pubic hair and quickly working the tip of his rod into the tight, pink softness of her youthful cunt. He began to push his lust-hardened penis steadily forward into Sandy's innocent hot eager young vagina.
"Ooooh, owwee," Sandy squealed, feverishly grinding her small, perfectly-rounded buttocks around on the soft grass as she felt the rubbery tip push against the inner flesh of her pussy walls, relentlessly stretching them as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Suddenly she was squealing in real pain, as he drove further through the tight muscular ring which guarded her vaginal entrance.
Goddamn, she's so good and tight, Cherokee gloated. If she'd ever been fucked before, whoever it was hadn't stretched her little pussy at all.
"You're hurting me," screamed Sandy in earnest now, "It's too big, I can't handle it - it's too big!"
"That's too bad," all of a sudden Raoul was standing looking down at their heaving struggle. "Because he's going to put it all the way in, baby. Ain't you, Cherokee?"
Cherokee was too involved ramming her to talk, and Sandy's cries faded to a whimper. He had her firmly impaled on his rod, imprisoned between his muscular, lithe legs. He paused for a second, then flexed his cock inside her tender little vagina.
The stabbing pain of the enormous cock bursting through her almost untried vaginal opening sobered Sandy. She realized where she was and what was happening to her, that disgusting animal who had fucked her mother - and her own mother, her face white with shock and terror - were both watching her.
Cherokee's cock filled her so completely she felt every ridge of flesh where it touched the now-ravaged walls of her cunt. Yet, gradually, her pussy was becoming accustomed to his battering insistent prick. The pain was receding, but Sandy stopped wriggling so much, afraid to excite him still further, afraid he would push still farther into her.
Cherokee felt her body stiffen. To get her to relax, he let his hands roam wantonly over her almost-virginal body while he gently began to kiss the quivering white globes of her smooth breasts. Her naked body responded as he sucked at her nipples, and her face contorted with renewed passion.
"It feels so good!" she gasped, "You're wonderful, I never thought . . . ooooh, give me more!"
"You're going to get all I can give you, little sweet face," he soothed her, as his mouth continued its wet travel over the sensitive parts of her body. He sensed that she was completely ready by the way her hips were twisting and the running wetness that was lubricating the way for his cock. With each plunge of his cock into the warm moist hole of her incredibly tight and grasping pussy Cherokee was in seventh heaven. He began to fuck her slowly and rhythmically.
Sandy closed her eyes momentarily to savor the erotic sensations of the slow steady thrusts of the stranger's blood-engorged penis. It was so different from any previous attempts at sex! She had not even had the slightest hint of the pleasures that could be had. Lying here, it was wonderful, trying to clasp and hold with her vagina that great thick cock he was thrusting in as far as it would go. She wished it would go on forever, wriggling her hips hotly around in shivering anticipation of every stroke. Did anyone ever feel anything so nice!
Cherokee took hold of the softly-trembling curves of her buttocks and squeezed them in his curiously gentle hands. He could feel her muscles flexing as he raised her wetly clinging cunt to his loins, fucking even deeper into her. She grunted with pleasure as the tip of his penis found her young untried womb and battered against her tender cervix. Very gradually he was increasing the tempo and Sandy's legs were convulsed with the delight of a lewd, intense pleasure she had never known before.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw Raoul standing over their pleasure-entwined bodies. He grinned down at her obscenely and slowly began to unbutton his pants, thrusting his aroused blood-engorged cock into her astonished view.
"Oh, my God!" she cried, "What is he going to do?"
Raoul's only answer was a lustful laugh, as he kneeled down over her head, pushing the heavily pumping body of his friend slightly of f to one side. He guided the rubbery tip of his huge throbbing penis into her gasping mouth, as Sandy gagged and choked, attempting to twist her head away from this lewd unnatural act.
This was unspeakable! Insane! Relentlessly, Raoul thrust his velvety palpitating cock between her lovely young lips again and again, holding her head between his hands so she could not escape this new outrage being committed against her naked young body.
To her amazement, it was not so horrible after all! It felt like . . . like the tongue kisses of her boyfriend's in some ways. Of course, having Raoul's now wetly-slickened cock fucking in and out of her mouth was much more sexually stimulating, unnatural though it was!
Cherokee watched her take Raoul's penis into her sweetly ovaled little lips, and saw with mounting excitement that she actually began to suck on it almost as if she enjoyed it! At the same time her tight little cunt walls began to twitch uncontrollably around his heavily swollen cock and she grabbed his buttocks in her hands to pull him into her as deeply as he could go. She could not speak with Raoul's penis filling her mouth but her insistent, pleading little whimpers made it quite clear what she wanted.
Cherokee could hold back no longer. He had been almost ready to cum for several minutes now, but had wanted to be sure she was ready, too. This was one fucking this hot little wench was going to remember all her life! All right, she was ready now, he could actually sense the increasing warmth of her passion-flaming cunt as the first orgasm of her young life began to build. There was no doubt that this little fifteen-year-old was the best piece of tail he'd had for quite some time and the way her little pussy was squeezing his cock was driving him right out of his mind!
"Get ready, baby," he panted to Sandy, "I'm cumming, I can feel it starting ..." He fucked up into her faster and faster.
"Ooooooh, God, squirt it in me! Squirt your hot cum in me!" she crooned mindlessly. She herself had been on the verge of orgasm just before Raoul had forced himself onto her. Now, she had accustomed her mouth to his penetrating thrusts, and as his heavy testicles slapped her cheek she sucked desperately on his slippery penis as her climax built again. Wave after wave of searing ecstasy gripped her tender genitals. Her legs clenched and thrashed wildly up around Cherokee's driving cock opening her cunt like an exotic flower to receive his cum, her own love-juices flooded out hotly, coating his rhythmically-pistoning cock wetly and warmly with its liquid-heat.
Grunting with pleasure, Cherokee fucked deeply into her flat young belly and felt his cum spray out from his heavily throbbing cock-head in a thick, hot sticky stream. Sandy's tightly-clenched vaginal muscles were still sucking inward with involuntary spasms, milking him of every last drop of his heated male liquid.
Suddenly the panting, sweat-soaked girl felt Raoul's buttocks jerk convulsively and her mouth and throat, too, suddenly, were flooded with a warm, pungent tasting substance. Gasping, she swallowed, and swallowed again. In a few seconds the sated man pulled his slowly-subsiding penis from her mouth, and stood up away from her dually fucked young body.
Exhausted, Sandy lay with her legs splayed out obscenely wide, thin trails of Raoul's cum trailing lewdly down from the corner of her mouth. Cherokee's cock was now limp and soft inside her and he finally rolled off, lying on the cool earth beside her with one arm flung over her breasts. Dimly Sandy could hear the moans of her mother, but she was too drained to care what she was saying.
The lower half of her body was still numb with pleasure. It had been fantastic! She hadn't minded Raoul's prick so much . . . after the shock of getting used to it stretching her tiny rosebud mouth. Her lips curved in a smile of pleasure, and she closed her eyes and drifted into a hazy, womb-like consciousness.
Raoul was first to break the dreamy silence with his slow, commanding voice.
"Let's get going, man," he prompted Cherokee, whose lust-sated body still lay entwined with the girl's. "It'll be dark in a couple of hours," Raoul continued, "We can tie these two up and put 'em in the back of the van with Dad and the kid."
Cherokee roused himself with a reluctant groan, and began to pull on his clothes. He shook Sandy's shoulder, bringing her back to reality from her trance-like, sexually satisfied state of consciousness into which she had drifted.
Raoul walked over to Beth, who watched his approach half in fear, half in curious excitement. Still puzzled over his strange ability to arouse her. She'd obviously satisfied this weird stranger, yet she was unable to please her own husband in bed - he'd even told her she was no good. And, what was more, he had come frighteningly close to satisfying her - doing it in a way she had always despised, in a way she had always thought disgusting and perverse. But his tongue - who could guess what incredible pleasure he had given her with it! And Don - if he ever tried it on her again - would she enjoy it as much, would Don guess the delirious pleasure she had felt, raped and defiled at the hands of a strange man? Would he ever believe she had performed the act against her will? And Sandy, Oh, my God, my own daughter, forced into perverse acts with perfect strangers.
Too weary to sort out her conflicting thoughts, Beth got to her feet as Raoul motioned to her to climb up the bank toward the van, and the four of them walked exhaustedly back to the waiting vehicle, where Don and Jamey lay bound, not knowing the unspeakable acts that had taken place with their wife and sister.
Chapter Three
The suffocating heat of the day had lessened as evening approached, but the heat inside the van was still stifling. Don and Jamey were only semi-conscious, suffering from the lack of air, though Don fought inwardly to keep his mind alert and keep his body from giving in to unconsciousness. It seemed an eternity since he and Jamey had been locked in here, since Beth and Sandy had been forced to go with those two apes. God only knows what has happened to them, he thought to himself, over and over as the endless searing afternoon dragged on. Those guys might even go berserk and kill all of them.
Suddenly, Don heard footsteps and voices right next to the van. Jamey jerked awake, the sudden noise breaking into the long hot silence. A key was Inserted in the back door lock of the van, and Don and Jamey felt a welcome rush of moving air sweep over their aching bodies as the vehicle doors were pulled wide open. Raoul's swarthy face leered, in at them, and behind him Don could see the other man and his wife and daughter. Jesus Christ; Beth and Sandy looked as though they'd fought their way through the jungle! Faces streaked, clothes hanging open, no shoes, Christ those two animals must've either tried or did fuck the hell out of both of them! Don noticed that neither his wife nor his daughter seemed willing to look directly into his eyes. Both gave him and Jamey a furtive glance, looking quickly away and letting their eyes go blank. What the hell, Don thought, whatever happened they don't act as though they're really broken up over it!
Raoul broke into his thoughts by reaching inside the van for more rope, and turning to Beth and Sandy he began to tie their limbs in the same fashion as the father and son.
"Me and Cherokee don't want you to run off," Raoul grinned lewdly at the two women, "Especially after all the fun we had this afternoon. So you two hot little cunts get in the back with your old man and kid and keep quiet 'til we get where we're going."
Dumbly, Beth and Sandy submitted to the restraining bonds Raoul put on them, and didn't resist the gags he shoved in their mouths. Exhausted from the sexual struggles, each crawled up into the back of the van without being told to do so. Where this day would end, neither of them could imagine.
Slamming the metal doors, Raoul turned the key in the lock. "Let's pull that car of theirs into the bushes," he said to Cherokee, moving toward it as he spoke. "Better get their stuff out of it, too, in case somebody finds it!"
Nodding in agreement, Cherokee opened the door of the rented car, and got in the driver's seat. Raoul opened the trunk, pulling out the "Draper's luggage, and took the women's purses which Cherokee handed him through the window. Handing Cherokee the car keys, Raoul gathered the baggage and headed back to the van, as his companion started the engine and eased the vehicle into the overhanging concealing vines of the rows of grape plants. Suddenly, another thought struck him, and as he shut off the engine and got out, he pulled a jack knife from his pants' pocket, he opened a blade and kneeled to unscrew the license plates. That task accomplished, carrying the plates in one hand, he walked quickly back to the van.
"Just had a thought, man," Cherokee said, waving the license plates as he came into view, "be harder to trace that car with the plates missing."
Raoul nodded in agreement, and started the engine as Cherokee got in and slammed the van door. Turning on the headlights, as dusk had already fallen, Raoul drove the vehicle with its captive cargo slowly back down the road the happily vacationing and unsuspecting mid-Western family had driven that afternoon, little guessing in their wildest dreams the encounters they would have at the hands of total strangers.
It was dark in the back of the van, so Don couldn't see the expressions on the faces of his wife and daughter. Or ask any of them any questions, with gags in all their mouths. All any of them could do was lie there, captive, and wait and see where their tormentors took them. There had to be some way to escape them!
Don couldn't tell how long they had been traveling, but he could feel the movements of the van and it seemed they had driven a long straight stretch for quite some time. Must be back on the freeway, he thought to himself. Now they had turned off and the van was following a twisting road. Suddenly the van went around a particularly sharp curve, and all four of the bodies of the bound family slid helplessly into each other as Raoul whipped the steering wheel counter-clockwise and the rear tires skidded on the gravel of the road shoulder.
The van made another turn, and bumped slowly over a rutted, rough track, the engine in low gear as the vehicle climbed up a steep road of some sort. Lying on the metal floor of the van, the Drapers could feel every jolt of the tires as the vehicle strained onward to its unknown destination.
All of a sudden the van ground to a stop, and Dan realized their captors must have come to their destination, for he could tell lights were shining from a building not far from the vehicle, and could hear several dogs barking in greeting. The two men got out of the van, and came around to the rear to open the van doors. The sharp evening breeze immediately swept over the four captives on the floor of the van.
"This is the end of the line, folks," Raoul sneered at them, "So get your asses out of there."
Dazed, the four Drapers slid wearily to the tail of the van as ordered, drawing back slightly from the two growling dogs which had now gathered around the legs of the men. Jesus Christ, Don thought, as he got a look at the dogs, they look like wolves.
Looking at the house, they could see it was a run down turn-of-the-century sprawling farm house, with a porch along all four sides. Furniture and junk was heaped and stacked on the porch, and in the tangle of weeds that represented what was once a formal front garden.
They had no more time to survey their surroundings, for prodded from the back by their captors, the Drapers were herded up the broken front steps and through the sagging screen door to the hallway of the once respectable home.
"Raoul, baby, what did you bring us?" a woman's voice spoke, as movements in the next room indicated several people moving about at once. Suddenly, two young women and three other young men crowded through the doorway and out into the hall, where the four Drapers stood huddled together, stared at like captive animals.
"Honey, I brought us some playmates," Raoul drawled, with a lewd tone in his voice.
"Oh, wow, man, look at this," the woman continued, as she moved closer to stare openly and boldly at the hostage family.
She was, Don thought, a brazen bitch, the way her eyes swept over him and Jamey, and then his wife and daughter. God, who would ever suspect anyone would want her in bed with him - overweight, huge bulging breasts, long hair rumpled and unwashed, and dressed in a ragged skirt topped with a stained man's T-shirt. Well, judging by the appearances of the rest of them, she fit right in, he said to himself. The other woman was much more attractive, slim, long hair and also in a long skirt, but in a peasant blouse. The three other men were carbon copies of their captors, long hair, beards, dressed in faded Levis and plaid shirts. Don could only assume that he and his family had been captured and taken to a commune - like those he'd read about but never thought really existed.
"You can play with them later," Raoul snapped, "These folks have had a long hard ride. Get some wine. Go on into the living room and sit down," he directed the Drapers, "Don't want you to think we aren't going to offer you some hospitality or anything."
Beth and Sandy moved ahead into the room their ravisher had indicated, and sat down on a broken couch, covered in a torn crocheted afghan. Sandy touched her mother's arm for reassurance, but neither could speak after their afternoon's perverse pleasures at the hands of the two men.
Jamey looked quickly at his mother and sister, but neither would face him directly. Shrugging, he moved to sit in a creaking rocking chair placed not far from a huge stone fireplace. Don followed his family, saying nothing. Now was obviously not the time to ask questions. The house's five other inhabitants had disappeared at Raoul's order, but they could be heard moving around in another part of the house. Don let his stiffened body fall gratefully into an overstuffed chair, across the room from the couch where Beth and Sandy sat. Looking at them under the bright un-shaded light overhead, Don could see that they must have had some afternoon - they looked worse than he'd remembered when they'd been tied up and shoved into the van with Jamey and him. Their eyes were wild, yet withdrawn looking, and he couldn't get his wife to look at him directly. She gave him a weak smile, and quickly looked down at her torn skirt. She'll tell me later - if there is a later, and if I can get her to talk, Don thought.
"How about a drink," Raoul's voice cut across their thoughts, "This is real good stuff. We make it ourselves. Living off the land just like pioneers." He laughed rudely, and grabbed a gallon wine bottle from the big woman's hands, as she walked back into the room. "You and
Cherokee get some glasses, and tell everybody else to cool it for a while," he continued, uncorking the full jug.
Cherokee and the woman returned with the glasses and there was a lot of talking back and forth in slang that Don couldn't understand too well. Raoul poured homemade wine for all of them, ignoring splashes which fell on the rug from his careless pouring.
"Here, drink this," he commanded, handing full heavy glasses to each of them, "You'll never find anything like this in any of those tourist wineries you visit."
Cherokee laughed, and Don saw him wink suggestively at Sandy. Christ, what an arrogant bastard, Don thought, but I can't fight the situation. We can't very well refuse to do what they say. Hell, we don't know where we are. With this frustrating thought, he took a deep swallow of the wine, saw that the other members of his family were greedily drinking the too-sweet liquid. It was the first drink of anything they'd had since the afternoon had begun, hours ago.
The- fat woman reappeared, and said something to Raoul in a low voice. Whatever it was, his furtive eyes lit up and he gave an obscene laugh as he glanced over at Jamey.
"Hey, kid," he called out to Jamey, "Sal here thinks you and your sister would probably like to go upstairs and get cleaned up. You follow her and do what she says."
Thankful to be doing something at last, Jamey and his sister stood up, and moved out of the room with Sal; who grinned and nodded her head for them to follow her. Don watched them leave the room with mixed feelings. Not too much can happen, he thought. Maybe somebody in this place has a decent feeling - take the kids upstairs and let them clean up, get some sleep. If there is a place to clean up and any beds in this dump.
Sandy and Jamey followed the woman up the stairs, watching her heavy behind sway ahead of them as they climbed. Never having drunk much of anything before, both of their young minds were clouded by the effects of the strong homemade wine. This woman wasn't like anyone they had known before, and both brother and sister couldn't resist giggling quietly as the voluminous ass covered in the yards of skirt continued up the stairs in front of their gazing eyes.
When they reached the top, the woman showed them into a surprisingly neat bedroom, with a small, old-fashioned bathroom through another door in the room. She followed them into the room, and locked the door behind them.
"Take off your clothes and get cleaned up," she said, not unkindly.
Jamey and Sandy looked at each other, bewildered. Get undressed, in front of each other, and in front of this strange woman?
"There's nothing to be afraid of," she urged, "Just do what I asked you."
There was a firmness in her voice that Sandy and Jamey felt was not to be disobeyed. They were still young enough to be unsure of themselves when someone told them to do something. Besides, she didn't act as though anything was going to happen. Both were so exhausted by the long day that it was easier to do what they were told than to argue about the situation. .
As Sandy and Jamey began to undress, the woman's eyes never left their bodies. A strange smile sat on her lips, and her eyes glowed with and inward fire they couldn't understand. As Jamey finished taking off his clothes, the woman's eyes roved hungrily over his young smooth athlete's body. She glanced appreciatively at Sandy's flat tummy and budding woman's body, and shifted her own bulk on the bed where she sat.
"Go ahead and wash yourselves," she directed the brother and sister, "The shower has hot water and there is plenty of soap and towels for you to use."
Sandy went gratefully to the bathroom as the woman indicated, relieved to have a chance to wash off the sticky male cum which clung to her legs and face from Cherokee's and Raoul's lewd use of her innocent young cunt and mouth that afternoon.
Jamey's eyes widened in surprise, as he noticed the telltale evidence of his sister's experience with their captors. He felt a wave of desire build in his body, and his young juvenile cock began to stiffen, thinking of his sister's velvety skin and tiny cunt being enjoyed by total strangers. My God, what is happening to me, he thought. His embarrassment grew as his feelings became more confused, the strange woman sitting on the bed, laughing at his predicament, looking at his rising cock, which he couldn't hide.
"Come over here and sit by me," she encouraged, "You must be tired."
Jamey hesitated, then did as she said. Drowsy from the wine, he felt no sense of reluctance or suspected what the woman had in mind. Lying full length on the bed, Jamey let himself drift into a half-sleeping, half-waking state, and thought nothing of it when the woman began to take off her clothes, also. He watched her with uncurious eyes, and noticed that although she was a very heavy girl by any standard, she had a heavy voluptuous body not unlike some of those he had seen in paintings on the slides in his high school art class. The size of her breasts was in proportion to the size of the rest of her body, and she was attractive in a very old-fashioned sort of way. Suddenly, she was back on the bed, smiling at him.
"Sleepy?" she asked, in a low, deeply crooning voice.
"Oh, yeah, I guess so," Jamey answered, "It's the wine, really, more than anything else."
The woman lay down beside him, and began to stroke his smooth back. "Does that feel nice?" she asked, continuing to run her hands over different parts of his body, in wider and wider sweeps.
Jamey could feel his body growing hot all over again, and he gasped as the woman boldly grabbed his still inflated cock in one hand.
"What . . . what are you doing?" he asked, panicked for the first time.
"Nothing, baby, just trying to make you feel good and relaxed," the woman soothed him.
Her experienced hands never left his body the whole time, and Jamey was too weak to resist the unasked for feeling of lust that rose up in him. With a groan, he moved and plunged his hands onto the enormous naked breasts that pushed themselves into his sight. Sal's hand tightened on his arm, and she looked fiercely into his eyes.
"Crawl between my legs and fuck me," she ordered, her other hand working quickly on his penis, which was swollen red and hard. She was panting with desire now, frantic, and Jamey felt her nipples become taut as his hands dug furiously into her huge ripe breasts.
Any resistance he might have had broke completely, the wine and the woman's demands overcame his feelings. He could no longer think of-anything but fucking this big warm body which pushed itself hungrily all over him. He'd never known a woman so bold, she had already spread her legs far apart, deliberately exposing her moist, already throbbing vaginal slit. He flung himself between her legs, and Sal guided the smooth rubbery head up between her thighs to touch the wildly palpitating lips of her clitoral area.
Jamey was not yet a skilled lover, but his energy overcame any lack of finesse he might have had. He had never fucked anybody but Georgina, but she had never taught him how to control himself, how to prolong sex by slowing down or withdrawing for a while. Even if he had known any of these techniques, he was too far gone with desire and wine-clouded to practice them now! He plunged his blood-engorged young cock deeply into Sal's wide-open cunt-lips, his semen-filled young balls slapping hard down against the woman's big, straining up-tilted buttocks as he hit bottom.
"Oooooh, God, it's good," Sal moaned in pleasure, "Just keep it going, baby," She felt Jamey's soft rubbery cock tip probing into her, farther and farther, until the head of it was tickling around far up inside her belly. She clenched her sturdy thighs around his well-muscled legs and raised her knees to open her cunt even wider and allow his cock to slide still farther up into her open cunt.
With each plunge of his prick into the hotly grasping hole of her sucking pussy Jamey was in ecstasy. His little fucking motions became impatient and unable to slow the pumping of his probing cock, he fucked his loins faster and faster into her now warmly-sweating body.
"Urn, uuummm!" Sal moaned in delight, her eyes closed and her lips singing a wordless song as she strained in rhythm with him.
Neither of them heard the door open as Sandy came out of the bathroom, where she had showered and toweled off. Even if he had noticed, Jamey no longer cared whether his sister or anybody else saw him fucking this woman. His whole body was concentrated on satisfying his driving young sex urge which inflamed his body. He was really giving it to her, and Sal flung her arms around him, kissing him wildly, her full lips wet and hungry with greedy passion.
"Don't stop, baby, don't cum yet," she ordered, "Just hang on, baby."
Sandy looked down at the obscene lewd posture of her brother, shocked at the wild love-making going on before her eyes. She had never expected to find her own brother fucking his head off with this unknown woman! Dazed, she sat down on a chair, and watched as the obscene love sounds became wilder and wilder.
In response to Sal's frenzied urgings, Jamey tried to hold back the overwhelming urge to cum - this was the best piece of ass he'd ever had, by far the best. Sal's enveloping vagina widened under him as though she wanted it to swallow all of his virile young cock. Unable to hold back, he quickened his thrusts, his cock now hammering in response to young lust. Faster; faster ... he was cumming . . . Oh, Christ, it was good . . . groaning in sweet release he let his burning virile load of cum spurt wildly from his penis, as he fucked harder again and again to empty his semen deeper and deeper up inside this full bodied woman. Then, with a deep last shudder of satisfied enjoyment, his spent body dropped heavily on the woman's.
Sal wailed loudly in disappointment when the delicious grinding pressure of his penis suddenly was withdrawn from her still-unsatisfied pussy. Her hips continued to rock from side to side as she sought to arouse him again. It was no use, his penis was limp and deflated inside her. In her desire she pushed her frustrated cunt up to his body. Jamey, thinking his body was too heavy on top of her, shifted his weight and rolled off her. Sal, biting her lip in frustration, put her hands on his limp, drenched cock and tried to manipulate it into getting hard again. It was no use, Jamey's young prick did not respond to her attempts to bring back the hardness it had had just a few short minutes before.
"Goddamn you," Sal swore, "I told you to ease off. Damn it, anyway." Turning over in anger, Sal's eyes lit on Sandy, who had remained quiet on her chair during the heavy love-making scene. "Get over here," Sal ordered the hesitant young girl.
Afraid to disobey, Sandy meekly approached the bed, where her brother's sweat-soaked satisfied body lay sprawled in exhaustion, his once-proud cock now hanging limply as though it had never been hard. She saw her brother watching her, his eyes half-open, and obscene grin on his face.
"Lie down," the woman commanded her.
Shivers rippled over Sandy's naked body as she heard the order. What did this strange woman have in mind? Sandy was fearful, but after what had happened this afternoon, what worse could happen? Her little cunt was still a little sore from Cherokee's cock where he had fucked her earlier, but her pussy still throbbed when she remembered that far-out sensation!
"I told you to lie down," Sal repeated, grabbing Sandy's shoulder and shoving her down on her back next to her brother's spent body. "Spread your legs," the woman ordered, pulling them open as she spoke.
"Oh, my God, Jamey, help me," Sandy gasped, realizing this woman had something in mind that Sandy had never dreamed of. "Help me, Jamey, for God's sake, can't you do something," she cried out.
Jamey turned his head to look at his sister, and the other woman, kneeling over her, but he was too drugged from the odd tasting wine and his recent draining sexual encounter to be of any assistance to his sister.
"What can I do, Sandy?" he spoke weakly, "I don't think you're going to get hurt."
With that, Jamey closed his eyes and drifted off into a half-conscious state, his body's exhaustion keeping him from helping his sister.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God," Sandy whispered, terrified of the woman's behavior.
"Don't hurt me," she said tearfully, as Sal lay down on her belly and put her head between Sandy's legs. Sandy shuddered, horrified, as she felt the woman's lewd tongue lick wetly through her softly curling pubic hairs. Against her will, she felt the lips of her almost-virginal cunt begin to pulsate hotly and start to grow wet again. Oh, God! Why couldn't this woman just get this over with, whatever she was going to do! In spite of Sandy's horrified fascination, the first flutter of the woman's tongue up between her naked thighs roused thoughts she could not resist. God, it was so perverse! Another woman's tongue, licking her naked pussy!
Sandy had never known any sensation quite like Sal's steadily licking woman's tongue. It seemed to tickle her cunt, an unbelievably lewd, exciting tingling that made her little button nipples stand erect. The woman licked on and on, a relentless assault on Sandy's eagerly reaching vagina. Sandy groaned, unable to control herself, and raised her knees so the woman's head would have more room and fill the whole space between her legs. Sal's thick hair brushed the young girl's thighs softly, as her hotly swirling tongue licked her soft clean pubic hair.
As Sal's excitement grew with every swirl of her tongue, her body began to twist and quiver, her gyrations waked Jamey from his drugged slumber. Opening his eyes, it took him several seconds to focus the incredible scene going on before his confused gaze. Then it hit him, his own sister having her pussy licked by another woman! At first, his mind revolted, and then he felt a perverse desire to begin to work in his blood. He became restless, and not content with his voyeur's role, had to relieve the rising pressure in his own body. He began to massage his cock in an attempt to control his desire to push the woman off and fuck his sister. Manipulating the foreskin of his swollen throbbing penis, he gazed at the lewd scene of the two women until he could stand it no longer. Kneeling next to his sister's flailing head, he seized her chin and turned her face toward his desire-inflated young rod. Sandy did not pull away from his grasp, but her eyes widened in shock at the sight of her brother's huge bobbing cock only inches away from her mouth. It protruded like an obscene club, from a mass of heavy brown pubic hair, a glittering drop of clear liquid shining in the tiny slit on the tip. My God, she's got to suck me, he thought.
The obscene sucking sounds grew more lewd, as Sal continued her exploration of Sandy's moist cunt. Sandy thought she would go mad as the flickering, probing expert tongue explored all the sensitive areas of her tight little vaginal slit. Her brother's cock pushed forward, and she wet her lips with her tongue as the blood-engorged length came closer and closer. Sandy put out her tongue to lick the shining droplet hotly off the tip, savoring the warm masculine taste she had never known before a short while earlier when Raoul had made her suck him. The cock head now urgently pushed at her wet lips and Sandy could not help herself. She tongued the thick, desire-hardened rod, hungrily, running her tongue tip eagerly around the ridge of his circumcision and over the smooth bulbous head. Jamey grunted and pushed his lower torso forward, shoving his cock all the way into his sister's mouth, seeking to fill her throat with its full length. Sandy gagged, and gagged again until in a few moments she adjusted her throat to the bulk of the thing which filled it and slowly began to suck it to greater hardness yet.
Sandy was wildly aroused, as the perverse assault on her tender young mouth and nakedly writhing pussy continued without stopping. She was afire with obscenely aroused lust, sensuously around her brother's throat-filling cock, rocking her hips from side to side and grinding her naked fifteen year old pelvis around and around under Sal's hotly sucking mouth. It was impossible for her to hold her inflamed body still. Her excitement made hot wet liquid flow freely from her small, curl fringed cuntal slit, as it was eagerly tongued and licked by Sal's greedily seeking mouth.
Suddenly Sal's steadily licking tongue was withdrawn from the young teenage girl's throbbing pussy, and Sandy groaned at the sudden cessation of this strangely exciting pleasure. She jerked her knees higher and let her legs open more widely in silent pleading for a continuance of this forbidden pleasure.
"All right, baby, cool it a minute," Sal broke into the lust-filled oblivion into which Sandy and Jamey had fallen. She grabbed Jamey's arm, and roughly pulled him off balance, forcing him to withdraw his heavily swollen hardness from his sister's welcoming mouth. Grasping the young boy's glistening rod in her hand, she began to massage it gently, and shifted her position to lie back on the bed again, her heavy thighs spread lewdly as she raised her knees to present her desire-drenched cunt up to her captured lover's widely gaping eyes.
"Get down on top of me and start fucking me," Sal commanded the lust-maddened young man. "I want a good fucking, do you hear me?" she demanded, "and don't cum in me before I do!"
"Oh, yes, yes, Ma'am," Jamey mumbled, fumbling with his rigidly pulsating cock.
Sal's whole body was heaving and as she did so her experienced woman's pussy came in contact with the full bulbous head of the young boy's penis. Her entire lower body convulsed upward, as she maneuvered the lips of her hot ready cunt up over the rounded tip of his rod. Jamey's body shuddered, as the head of his cock slipped hotly up between the wet walls of her vagina and the big woman pinioned him between her thighs by locking her legs high up over his back. The young man pushed inward for the second time in a few short minutes until his balls slapped heavily against the upturned cheeks of the woman's ass.
"That's it, baby," Sal urged him on in ecstasy, "faster, harder, fuck me hard."
Unbelievably, Jamey felt his left hand being tugged by his softly mewling sister next to him. His body jerking in uncontrollable fucking motions, his fingers were directed to his sister's moistly pulsating little cuntal slit. My God, Sandy wants me to finger-fuck her while I fuck this other woman! His hand slid over her soft silken patch of pubic hair, and unguided he inserted a finger into her tight wet vagina. Unable to hold herself back from this wild salacious act, Sandy let her thighs fall open to allow her brother's hand greater access to her excruciatingly inflamed pussy slit. Oh, God, this was insane! Any moment now, God knows who might have a key to that door, our parents, those other people, and here I am, finger-fucking my sister while a strange woman makes me fuck her cunt!
Uncontrollable moans of passion from the three sexually aroused people filled the small old-fashioned bedroom, and the nakedly entwined bodies on the bed thrashed and undulated seeking satisfaction for the depraved desires which filled their sweat-soaked bodies.
Jamey's balls ached and he thought his cock would split, as he thrust deep into the woman's hungrily clasping cunt and fucked his sister's equally hungry little pussy with his wet slippery finger. Both women were grinding their buttock cheeks, lewdly around, as one worked frenziedly to milk the utmost sensation from his finger and the other's slippery working cunt sucked at his cock as he fucked it ceaselessly in and out of the hotly steaming hole.
"Please, I can't stand any more! Make me cum, Jamey!" his sister pleaded, the whole of her little ass practically wrapped around his rhythmically massaging hand.. Her cunt was sucking voraciously at his finger, as it fucked teasingly in and out of the velvety walls of her vagina.
He inserted a second finger and began to work around her straining clitoris in an expert little circular motion that threw the wetly sweating girl into a writhing frenzy of lewd ecstasy. Her legs began to jerk with involuntary movements and she frantically screwed her slim hips down heavily into the loudly squeaking bed beneath. Wave after wave of lust filled her tender young genitals and her legs clenched and thrashed wildly up around her brother's deeply impaling fingers. Her cunt opened up like a flower as she let her love juices flood hotly out in response to the relentless probing up between her widespread thighs.
Jamey grunted in loud pleasure, as his sister's hot pussy liquid coated his thick masculine fingers, and he fucked even more deeply with his pulsating rod into the belly of the strange woman. The way this older woman's pussy was squeezing and milking at his lust-hardened young cock was driving him out of his mind!
"Oooohhhh, God," he panted to the woman, "I'm cumming, I can't stop it, I can feel it starting ..." his buttocks jerked convulsively and he felt the cum spray out from his cock-head in a great, hot sticky stream.
"Cum, baby, cum! It's okay, Mama's there too!" she grunted and fucked back wildly beneath him. The woman's tightly-clenched cunt muscles still sucked inward, holding his rapidly deflating organ, milking him of every last drop of his virile young male semen. As the last of his cum dribbled from his now soft cock, his satiated body relaxed. The woman's pussy twitched inward a few more times as the incredible delight of her orgasm bathed her whole inner thighs with moist wet warmth.
Suddenly, a key was thrust in the lock on the other side of the bedroom door, and Raoul's leering face grinned in at the just-ended scene of sexual excess. Sandy gasped, as she saw her father entering behind Raoul, followed by the man who had fucked her half crazy that afternoon. She noticed that her father's eyes had a strange, unseeing look about them, that he didn't appear at all disturbed by the sight of his naked daughter sprawled lewdly on a bed with her own brother and another unclothed woman.
"Well, Sal, we thought you'd had enough time to get what you wanted," Raoul snickered obscenely. "Thought it was about time the rest of us joined this little party. "Here, I even brought some more wine," he said, holding the jug up for all of them to see.
"I'm ready for anything you've got," Sal snapped back. "Whatever you've got in mind, I can handle."
"Far out, far fucking out," Raoul laughed. "Let's get started on something real crazy. Like, I mean, I'd like to see the old man here fuck his own daughter! Yeah, let the old man have a piece of her hot little tail. You want to fuck her, don't you, Dad?" Raoul said bluntly to Sandy's dazed father.
"Wh . . . what?" Don stammered, "You must be crazy!"
"I don't think so, man. Every guy in this house wants to fuck her sweet young cunt right now, but, hey, man, I'm letting you have the first go at it. Not counting this afternoon, that is. Come on, man, we want to see if one of you up-tight bastards can get it on!"
The peculiar homemade wine had by this time filled Don's bloodstream and his mind was muddled from its effects after the exhausting day. His eyes strayed to his daughter's budding breasts and slowly dropped to where he could see the thinly growing curls of her wetly young glistening pussy mound. The fact that his daughter was lying there stripped naked, in a tangle of bodies with her own brother and another naked woman did not seem at all peculiar to his wine-soaked brain. In fact, the sight of his nubile young daughter made him feel young and as hot and horny as a goat. Unnatural desire for her flooded his body, and his penis stiffened in response. It was rock-hard, and his balls began to ache - he actually wanted to fuck that tight little cunt and see what it would be like!
Raoul instantly noticed Don's obvious desire for his naked teenage daughter. He threw back his head and howled with lewd amusement.
"Well, go ahead, man," he urged, "she's hot and she's waiting!"
Sandy's eyes grew unnaturally bright as she watched her father's hands go to his fly and unzip it. Ooooh God, my own father's going to fuck me! Stunned, she could not look away as her father brought out his thick male organ - it was bigger, bigger than she imagined men would have. A fire began to build in her whole body, thoughts of delicious sensations of unnatural acts filled" her mind. She began to feel a desperate longing, especially between her legs.
She knew dimly that all this was happening in front of a roomful of strange people, and her own father and brother, but somehow it seemed unimportant. What was important was satisfying this rising, tormenting urge in her loins. Jamey's fingers had only teased her and what she wanted, needed was her father's beautifully hardened cock up between her thighs. She couldn't help it, staring up at his swollen penis and at the large, sperm-laden sacs of flesh that swing there under it! Oh, God, his cock was huge - how was it going to feel inside her, would it even fit inside her?
"Hey, wait a minute, man, let's get this party sorted out before we get started," Raoul broke in. Sal, you get that kid off the bed and go drink some wine or something. Me and Cherokee want to get in some action with this hot little chicken, too."
Sal promptly slid off the bed, dragging the exhausted teenage boy with her over to one side of the room. She grabbed the bottle from Raoul, handing it to Jamey, who gratefully gulped down huge swallows to cool his sexually drained body.
Raoul and Cherokee removed their clothes, revealing their huge burgeoning lengths once again to the naked teenage girl on the bed. Sandy closed her legs automatically, as she stared at the three heavily throbbing male cocks waiting to take over her slender body. Raoul smiled in obscene, delight, and leaned over to gently spread her legs and cup his hand up between them.
"Say it, I want to hear you say it . . . say, Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me," he ordered softly, a salacious little grin on his face.
"Oh, no ... I can't, I can't say that," Sandy whimpered. "It . . . it's not right."
"Say it, I said," Raoul goaded, worming his finger slowly and teasingly up into her nakedly exposed little anus.
"Oh, owwww, oh, God, don't, it tickles. I'll say it!" Sandy cried.
"Do it then, baby," he smiled down at her.
"Daddy, oh, my God, Daddy, please fuck me," she whispered, her lower body grinding sensuously around on the bed from the feel of Raoul's finger lodged up inside her virginal little asshole.
"Louder!" Raoul teased, rotating his finger around two full turns up inside the hotly clasping confines of her rectum.
"Oh, yesssss . . . Oh, I can . . . Fuck me, Daddy," the girl, her head moving from side to side, moaned in desperation.
Don shook his head to clear his alcohol-jumbled thoughts, but the motion only increased his dizziness. Now he actually didn't know who was there on the bed, all he knew was that a voluptuous young teenage girl was begging him to fuck her! He could not resist the invitation. Crazy with drink, his lust drove him to strip off his pants and he kneeled over the inviting young body. He worked his hand down between his daughter's thighs where Raoul's had been minutes before and hungrily felt her cunt. It was wet - Christ! What a hot little bitch! He ran his fingers over the lips of her curl-rimmed vagina and pushed one finger in. Sandy moaned softly. He inserted another finger, spreading her cunt walls experimentally. She began to wriggle her hips, and to squeeze his hands between the whiteness of her soft inner thighs.
"Oh, I want to fuck you, little girl," Don whispered hoarsely as he knelt between her open legs. He grasped his heavily throbbing penis in one hand and with the bulbous swollen head he parted his daughter's tenderly-curled pubic hair and quickly worked it up into her pinkly trembling little cunt mouth.
"Ooooh, God, Daddyeee!" Sandy squealed, grinding her small, firmly rounded buttocks wildly as she felt the velvety head of his cock push into the inner flesh of her slowly-stretching pussy walls. But a few seconds later she grunted aloud in slight pain as his relentlessly, but slowly burrowing cock penetrated farther up into her and on through the tight muscular ring which guarded her vaginal entrance.
Suddenly Sandy felt two smooth, giant sausage-like lengths of flesh being pressed into each of her outstretched hands. Oh, no, what were they doing to her! Raoul and Cherokee had thrust their cocks into her hands, and Raoul was manipulating her fingers to show her exactly what was she to do. The bewildered young girl groaned, and closed her palms hotly around them. Her face contorted as she began to labor, her little fingers moving from bulbous tips to the bases of their engorged shafts in an instinctive little squeezing motion that quickly brought grunts of ecstasy from the two men. Grinding her naked body around in ecstatic frenzy, her legs jerked open even wider and her father pushed his lust-hardened cock steadily forward into his daughter's hotly waiting little belly.
"Daddy, fuck it into me slow," she grunted, "It's too big, I can't take it- - it's too big!"
"That's too bad," Don mumbled,. "Because I can't stop now. It's going, all the way in, baby!"
Sandy's futile protests caught deep in her throat as he rammed it to his balls up into her. Her wide-split young cunt impaled on his organ, her thighs spread wide by the pressure of his pelvis. He paused a moment, flexing his cock in her almost unused little vagina, and then he grunted as he began to fuck deep and rhythmically into her hotly quivering young belly. Sandy's small hands worked frantically caressing the two throbbing male organs in her hands, as wave after wave of searing ecstasy gripped her tender young genitals. Her legs clenched and thrashed frenziedly up around her father's heavily-driving hips. Her thigh muscles stiffened with a building passion. Oh, she wanted to cum, she couldn't stand it anymore! "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" she chanted, "Make my cunt cum! Oh, make me cum, fuck me, fuck me Daddy!"
Her father's hands snaked beneath her and cupped her sensuously grinding ass-cheeks in reply, raising her whole lower body up towards his slippery pistoning cock. He slammed his penis into her throbbing, pulsing cunt so far that it seemed he would split her open! Over and over he did it, fucking her so hard that the whole bottom of her stomach up inside it seemed was battered mercilessly by the hard crushing tip of his cock.
Raoul and Cherokee leaned forward eagerly, panting in lewd enjoyment of the incredible fucking this father was giving his fifteen year old daughter. It seemed he would split her open right up to her sensuously dancing tits with brute force of his huge cock fucking up into her voluptuously curved little body. But she loved it! She couldn't seem to get enough - suddenly her legs snaked higher and up around her father's back and her slender pelvis began to jerk uncontrollably. Don dug his fingers into the tender globes of her smoothly gyrating ass, holding her eagerly yielding cunt tight up to his deeply embedded cock as she went into the throes of a wildly convulsive orgasm. Her wild gyrations spurred his lust, his cock stiffened and his cum exploded crazily out from his balls and spurted in a hot, thick rush deep into her wide-flared cunt. He fucked deep into his now wildly screaming daughter again, another time, a third time, and he could feel her small cervix yield far up inside under the tip of his penis as the sticky hotly searing semen shot from it. Oh, my God, there is the chance I could get my own daughter pregnant from fucking her like this! Oh, my God, I hope not! His carnal thoughts blurred his rational fears, as the last of his cum sprayed out from his still rhythmically jerking cock into Sandy's gratefully twitching young pussy.
Sandy's body relaxed, satiated with the incredible delight of orgasm when suddenly she felt other warm wet liquid splatter down like hot summer rains on her naked flesh. Her breasts were wet and flooded! Startled, she opened her eyes, which had been tightly clenched shut while enjoying the incredible ecstasy of being fucked by her own father's salaciously plunging cock. She had hand-fucked Raoul and Cherokee into their own wild orgasms and they had both shot off like fiery launching rockets, watching Sandy's lewdly inciting incest with her own father! Now their semen mingled and ran together over and down the smooth nakedness of her rising and falling breasts, trickling off her body in thin, white rivulets as they made obscene comments about what they would do to her later. She knew they had other dirty things in mind and felt empty up inside her newly awakened young cunt as her father withdrew his now-limp penis from her cum-filled young vagina. Her father leaned back away from her, his sperm-drained cock dangling in front of his daughter's passion-glazed eyes. A look of shame crossed his face, and Sandy glanced away from him, swallowing helplessly. It was useless to say she had not enjoyed love-making with her own father when only minutes before she had urged him on with filthy words she was ashamed of using!
Raoul stood up, stretching his body arrogantly and lazily, his golden muscles under his golden skin rippling smoothly like those of a sleek dangerous animal. Beckoning to Cherokee, the three of them gathered their scattered clothing and left the stunned father alone with his still nakedly spread daughter, locking the bedroom door behind them.
Chapter Four
Left alone in the front room with two of the other strangers after Sandy and Jamey had been taken upstairs, followed shortly by her husband and the original perpetrators of this weird scene, Beth sat shivering and frightened. The two unknown men talked between themselves, occasionally giving her an appreciative glance, as she sat sipping the unusual wine pressed on her by Raoul. The wine was having its effect, and Beth felt a deep longing for sleep, despite her anxiety for the safety of her children and husband.
"Guess you're pretty tired out, Mrs. Draper," one of the men said.
How do they know my name, Beth thought, startled that he had addressed her so politely. They've gotten into my purse - oh well, it doesn't really matter.
"Yes, yes, I am really," Beth replied, weakly. "Is there somewhere ... I mean, could I go upstairs and sleep, with my husband or ... " her voice trailed off, as the two men stared at her.
"Sure, we'll take you upstairs," the young man replied. "Oh, yeah, my name's Jeff and this is Tom," he nodded toward the other man. "Follow us, Mrs. Draper, there's a nice comfortable place for you to rest upstairs," Jeff remarked.
Too tired to suspect anything or even care, Beth rose from the battered old couch and wearily accompanied the two strangers to the second story of the old farmhouse. As she followed the men down the surprisingly long upper hall, she could hear muffled sounds coming from one of the rooms.
"Excuse me, Jeff," she said timidly, "if you don't mind, I'd like to be in the same room with my daughter, or my husband."
"Your kids are asleep now," Jeff answered, "And your husband is probably getting cleaned up. Don't worry, you'll get to see them in a little while."
The trio had reached one of the bedroom doors, and entering, Tom flicked the lights on to reveal an enormous queen-sized mattress on the floor, the only furniture in the room.
"Is this the only . . .well, I mean, don't you have a regular bedroom where I could sleep?" Beth gasped. It suddenly dawned on her that these two more-polite seeming men might not be so concerned for her well-being as she had thought!
"This is all you need, Mrs. Draper," Tom smiled in her face. He quickly shut the door, and turned to survey Beth's voluptuously developed body with a covetous glance.
"Oh, my God, I thought you were going to let me sleep, let me be with my children," Beth wailed.
"Nope. Not right this minute," Jeff replied. "Raoul and Cherokee, they had all the fun this afternoon. And we share and share alike. So Tom and I are going to split you up between us," he winked lewdly at the double entendre.
Jeff was pleased that he and Tom had this woman all to themselves. She obviously had a magnificent body under those clothes, and while she was truly afraid he was quite sure that she was going to make one of the best fucks he and Tom had ever had. He snickered softly to himself as he thought of fucking her in just a few minutes from now - screw this nice little typical suburban housewife's nakedly spread cunt until she begged to be fucked by every guy in the house! It wouldn't take long to make her forget about her kids ... or her husband. He and Tom would ram their cocks into her so hard and deep she wouldn't have time to think of anything else! Jesus, he could feel it getting big and stiff as a fence pole. Well, they'd better get her ready for it!
Impatiently, Tom grabbed a hold of Beth, and began to strip away what was left of her ruined clothing.
"Oh, no, please, my God, don't," Beth pleaded, her struggling in no way halting Tom's determined actions. "No more, I can't take any more!"
"Just calm down," Jeff ordered, "you're going to enjoy being fucked like we do it. Then we'll let you sleep. If you're not too eager for more, that is!" he continued with a secret smile. He knew by Raoul's description how she had reacted to having her pussy kissed earlier this afternoon and had no doubts that they,, too, could bring the same reaction from her.
Helpless against the situation, Beth submitted to the rough handling, and finally stood stripped and humiliated, her firmly tilted breasts and the softness of her naked cunt revealed to the men's hungry eyes. She tried, futilely, to cover herself with her hands, but the one named Tom reached out and pulled them away so that she stood defenseless and naked in front of them.
"Get down on the mattress," Jeff ordered.
Trembling, Beth did as he said. Dumbly she sat huddled nakedly alone, as the two men quickly stripped themselves of their clothing. They don't even wear shorts! Shocked, she saw as each man pulled off his Levi's a massive penis, blood-engorged, the swollen heads purple and stretched with lust. As she thought of these two huge, male cocks filling her body, an unwanted flow of arousal juices flooded her vagina, mingling with the still warmly lingering cum sprayed into her by the one named Raoul's insistent cock that afternoon. She pressed her thighs together, trying desperately to still the lewdly growing feeling rising again between them. She did not want to disgrace herself again by crying out in ecstasy if she could help it.
"Turn around and get down on your hands and knees," Jeff commanded her.
After a moment's hesitation, Beth complied. Since there was no chance of resistance against these young men, she would have to submit to their demands. They would rape her if she refused to submit to their love-making, so it was easier to surrender her body than to risk making them angry. She glanced nervously over her shoulder at the two men, who had crouched on the mattress behind her. .
Abruptly, Jeff seized her firmly curved buttocks, and he cupped it and wormed one finger up into her upraised cunt, pushing aside the wetly clinging walls of reluctant vaginal flesh.
"Oooh!" Beth gasped, flinching at the sudden invasion of her nakedly upraised genitals. It felt like he was going to try and put his whole fist inside her back there! "Please, no!" Beth begged, now very frightened, "Please, I can't stand it!"
Jeff's answer to her pathetic outburst was to fuck his hand even further into her unprotected pussy, wiggling two fingers around up inside her while his other hand teased and stroked softly at the wetly curling strands of her pubic hair. He leaned over the helpless woman, his breathing quickened by his lust, and he stared excitedly up between her kneeling thighs where his hand probed into her hair-fringed softness. She was tight, not bad for a married woman with two kids, but that little brown asshole of hers that winked back at him in time to his fingers sluicing into her cunt just above it was much tighter. That's what he wanted to do, fuck it to her in the ass!
He withdrew his fingers from her now streaming aroused cunt and traced a wet, slippery path to her inviting back passage. As he ran his liquid-moistened finger experimentally around Beth's tiny puckered anus, she stiffened instantly!
"Ooooohhh, please stop that!" she begged as her naked buttocks jerked slightly forward from the sensuous touch.
"Stop what?" he mocked her, "Hey, Tom I found what I want. You can have the front this time, okay?"
"You filthy animals!" Beth panted, as Tom kneeled in front of her tortured gaze, his male organ jutting stiffly forward, inches from her eyes. Oh, God, how could she take his thing in her mouth? She had watched her fifteen year old daughter doing it wildly this afternoon, but she never had, it was unspeakable! Relentlessly, Tom thrust his palpitating cock into her face, forcing her lips open to receive his organ while he held her head so she couldn't escape this new degradation.
"Mmmmmmphhh!" she grunted, choking momentarily on the monstrous bulk. Seeking to ease the strain on her cheek muscles, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, as Tom slithered the full length of it down her elastically giving throat as far as he could force it to go.
"Suck it!" he snapped to the helpless woman.
Suddenly, Beth moaned pitifully, as Jeff inserted a fingertip into the small cringing lips of her anus and relentlessly wormed it up inside the tightly clinging virgin territory. Her mouth filled with the heavy rubbery tip of one tormentor's invading cock, all she could do was moan deep in her throat as Jeff worked the alien finger up and around inside her, stretching the entrance to her anus enough to admit a second finger. There was a brief instant of relief as he slipped his fingers back out, and Beth forlornly hoped that was all he intended to do to her. Suddenly her body jerked in slight pain, as he shoved the tip of his huge cock into her about-to-be violated anus hole. Her anus was so tight, she couldn't possibly take it inside her! Her body would split right down in the middle if he persisted in ramming his heavily swollen cock into a space so much too small for it! Desperately she tried to escape from the discomfort he was inflicting within her as he forced his steadily throbbing cock into her unwilling ass-hole. It was hopeless to try to escape the smashing pain. Crouched under him, she was relentlessly impaled as he eagerly seized her smoothly curved hips, pulling them back toward him and skewering her firmly on his rod. Beth cried softly as his cock began to fuck in and out in long measured strokes. She wanted to whimper aloud, but her throat was filled with the other man's lust-hardened organ. A captive of perversion, Beth could only submit as the two lust-filled men worked out their dual sexual hunger on her defiled body. As the male organs worked rhythmically in and out, violating the two holes in her body that she had never dreamed would be used for such perversion, her weeping subsided. In a few minutes she was taking the enormous length of Jeff's cock up her ass, and Tom's rod rode in and out deep in her throat as the twin, double-fucking of her naked body between them continued.
Beth had never known any sensations quite like these, the discomfort and pressure were giving way to twinges of pleasure and her clinging wet vagina began to throb, seeking fulfillment denied it by the ass-fucking she was receiving. Who would believe it - she was being sodomized and was committing fellatio, forced into two obscene acts at once - and she was beginning to enjoy it! It was actually beginning to feel good! Experimentally, she ground her widespread buttocks back in rhythm against Jeff's deeply skewering cock, grinding her ass lewdly and quickly back and forth up onto his rigid, staff-like stiffness.
"That's it, Mrs. Draper," Jeff groaned down at her smoothly rippling back in lewd encouragement, panting from the heavy, thrusting ass-fucking he was performing. "This is fantastic, you will learn to love it. You'll never be satisfied with a simple plain cunt-fuck on your back ever again in your life!"
"Yes!" burst from' Tom's lips, as he sweated in lust, kneeling in front of Beth, his rock-hard organ planted deeply in her throat. As he chanted yes, yes, yes, Beth screwed her ass wildly back against Jeff's heavily plunging loins, and sucked strenuously on Tom's deeply ramming cock. She was attempting to get the utmost sensation from this marvelous ass-fucking, throat-fucking scene. Oblivious to the obscene kneeling position she was in, she let herself by used by the two strangers as her own hot liquid desire flooded again through her recently well-fucked pussy. Her beautiful facial features contorted into an unrecognizable mask of ecstasy, as her naked ass ground frenziedly back and her lips sucked furiously on the telephone-pole like cock sunk deep up inside her slavishly working throat.
Beth was filled with virile young male cock flesh as she had never dreamed of being filled before. The two ecstatically grunting men worked steadily at her from both ends - Beth could never in her wildest dreams imagine that she would ever be used in such a way, as nothing more than a helpless receptacle for the raging hot sperm of total strangers, or that two young men at the same time would pump their liquid sex juices down her open throat and up into her shamelessly enjoying rectum!
Suddenly, Jeff was on his way to orgasm, plunging until it seemed his cock would go right through Beth's body. Yes, he would cum in her ass - it was cumming - his entire body shuddered as his sperm welled up from deep inside his bursting testicles, through his iron-hard cock and squirted out high into the hotly clinging walls of her rectum, filling the whole of her anal passage with his whitely heated liquid. Beth felt the unusual sensation of wet warmth filling the depth of her cock-filled bowels almost to the bursting point and ground her tightly clinging rectum on his rhythmically jerking cock as he made a final thrust to squirt out the remaining drops of cum far, far up inside.
The bucking movements of her wildly fucking ass inflamed the mouth-fucking Tom. He looked at Beth's grotesquely bloated cheeks, hungrily tonguing and sucking on his monstrous cock. He looked at the thick stump of his penis, where it disappeared into Beth's hot, voluntarily sucking mouth. His over-sized balls hung heavily, aching with lust as their love fluid churned heatedly around inside. "God, just like fucking a hot milking calf's mouth, God, suck me off! Suck it! Suck it!" he panted. "I'm going to cum in your throat!"
And suddenly, Beth felt the. hot pushing, cock stiffen and balloon even huger in her mouth, as Tom began his final deep thrusts. Seconds later a hot gush of thick male semen propelled jet-like into her eagerly milking mouth. The sudden spurt of unaccustomed liquid made her gulp, then she began to swallow the warmly tasty substance as fast as he pumped it into her open throat. On and on he kept cumming, spraying deep into her cock-filled throat and trickling hotly out from the corners of her feverishly working mouth. How was it possible one man's balls could shoot out so much cum at one time? It was all she could do to keep up with the steadily spewing liquid as the rhythmically jerking head of the young man's penis still fucked relentlessly in and out of her voraciously sucking lips'. At last, with a final jerk, the last drops of cum entered her throat, and she released his now deflating organ reluctantly from her mouth, licking the last bit of cum from the corners with her exhausted tongue.
The two cum-drained male cocks were now slipped wetly from her mouth and sperm-flooded asshole and each man fell away from her, breathing heavily beside her on the tumbled bedding.
As she regained her composure, Beth realized that the jolting climaxes that she had brought to the two men had not brought fulfillment to her. She felt strangely rejected. Her body tossed in restless unsatisfied desire. Her hips began to roll slightly from side to side and she clenched her upper thighs tightly together, trying to calm her steadily throbbing pussy. Her restless movements aroused the two men, who leaned up on their elbows to watch her curiously.
"What's the matter, didn't you get enough cock?" Tom asked casually. "Why don't you finger-fuck yourself?" he asked.
"Yeah, Mrs. Draper," Jeff joined in, "go ahead and finger your cunt so we can watch. Maybe it'll get us hard again and we'll fuck you some more."
Oh, my God, Beth thought, tormented with desire and with her revulsion at such an act right in front of the two men! What if my husband and children find out what a wanton slut I've suddenly become? Oh, I can't, it's disgusting! But the insistent urge in her hotly inflamed pussy would not leave her alone. Shocked, Beth felt her right hand slip down to her stomach and trace soft circles on her own tender flesh. Her left hand stroked her breasts. It was almost as if her hands had minds of their own, disobeying her and taking a naughty delight in pleasures they had never before known! Her fingers found the crisply curling hair of her cunt-mound, toying suggestively with it. Her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly, she felt the hands of the two men lying on either side of her, stroking her exposed flesh in smooth rhythmic movements. Somehow, the male hands reassured her, and her fingers continued seeking to perform the vile self-abasing acts. Quickly, they found the -moistly flowing split up between her thighs and Beth began to caress herself - hesitantly at first, then with increasing eagerness as her fingertip exerted pressure on the tiny little nipple of her clitoris. Her entire body shivered at the resulting electric vibration which filled her from the lewdly exciting contact with the sensitive female organ. Hungrily, she let her fingers increase the pressure on her vaginal area and she began to gently massage her hotly aroused pleasure-center. Her cunt began to respond with its own love-juices, and her slender fingers became moistened from the erotic contact. Tightening her leg muscles until they cramped and curling her toes in response to her own self-arousal, Beth worked her hand furiously - never mind the perverted, filthy act ... it felt so good! Only a little more, harder ... the steadily stroking hands of the two men calmly urged her on to her own fulfillment. Oh, she was so close! I can't stop now ... my arm is getting tired, Oh, Jesus, let me cum now. A moan of pleasure filled her open groaning mouth - her body convulsed as her finger-fucking brought her to orgasm. It was glorious! Seizing the last fragment of sensation she plunged her whole hand between her legs, squeezing her fingers together, hard, her hotly flowing pussy juice dribbling over them. Her cunt continued to throb and quiver, and she opened and closed her legs like the wings of a resting butterfly. What an insane thing to do, finger-fuck herself right in front of two obscenely staring young men, while she and her family were captives whose very lives might be in danger! Not able to cope with her confused thoughts, Beth's body went completely limp and she let herself relax and drop off to satisfied sleep between the two satiated men.
Down the hall, Don Draper jerked awake with a sudden start. On the sex-tossed bed on either side of him lay his naked son and daughter, each sprawled, arms and legs flung out, in heavy slumber. Oh, my God, it must have been the drinking! What has happened to us, have I gone mad? Don's mind swirled. It's that goddamn wine, must be drugged. As a matter of fact his mind seemed unusually alert as he forced himself to realize the incestuous act he had performed. The obscene act he had performed on Sandy in full view of his own son and those lunatics left no doubt that the three of them had been drugged. He glanced at his daughter's luscious sleeping body, noticing the cum stains on her lewdly splayed open thighs and recalled his own performance . . . fucking my own daughter! He could see Sandy's sweating, tossing face as she jerked off two other men at the same time! Actually, it was a blessing that they'd drunk so much wine - none of them would have acted that way if they had been sober. Those creeps would have had to kill him to make him participate in such a perverse sexual performance! But, my God, unbelievably, I enjoyed it! And Sandy and Jamey actually looked as if they were enjoying themselves!
Right now, while no one seemed to be around, might be a good time to look for a way to escape, Don was thinking. But where in the hell is Beth. Even if I find a way out of this insane situation, I can't leave without Beth. Don slipped off the bed, his movement never disturbing the heavily sleeping teenagers. Trying the bedroom door, he cursed to find it locked. Should have known. Those bastards wouldn't forget to turn the key, he fumed.
So much for that. He recrossed the room, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, he heard a key in the lock, and the woman named Sal opened the door enough to stick her head through to look at him. She smiled at him as though nothing had happened, glancing at the sleeping forms of the two teenagers. "Mr. Draper, you can go sleep with your wife if you'd rather," she said pleasantly enough.
"Beth? You've got Beth upstairs?" Don said quickly.
"Oh, she's all right," Sal said evenly. "If you want to be with her, follow me."
"Just a second," Don hesitated, "What about my son and daughter?"
"Hey, Mr. Draper, cool it, okay?" Sal said, sharply. "They'll be all right. You worry too much, man. You ought to learn to enjoy what's happening when it's happening. You think too much."
"Listen, you overfed cow," Don retorted, "don't give me advice on how to think and when to think it. I suppose you think you and your sex-crazy boyfriends have got everything all figured out. Going to set the world straight. Shove it up your fat ass!"
"Just this fat ass AC/DC bitch telling me how to run my life, son," Don spoke.
"Look, if you don't want to see your wife now - or maybe never again, I could give a damn less," the woman said menacingly. She gave Don a savage glance, her features hardened by the brutality of her threat.
Jesus, I had better pull in my horns a little. So what the hell, first I have to find out where Beth is, then plan some way of getting away from these savages. "Okay, okay," Don agreed, "let's drop the whole damn thing. I just want to see my wife, see if she's all right." Swallowing his wounded male pride, Don pulled on his clothing and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway where the bulky woman stood clad in a voluminous muumuu type tent dress.
Don followed the woman's steps down the hallway until they reached another closed door at the end of the passage. The woman rapped softly and called, "Tom? It's Sal."
"Just a second!" a muffled male voice replied. The door opened a few seconds later and Tom stood there, buttoning his Levi's, his upper torso bare. He gave Don a sneering smile and then glanced arrogantly over his shoulder to the mattress on the floor. Beth lay there, apparently asleep, with a single sheet pulled modestly up to her chin. Next to her, half sitting and half lying, was the other man, naked. He was awake and sitting leaned against the wall, arms behind his head. He gave Don a long, cool, appraising look, as if to say "I dare you to do something about it!"
"How are you feeling, Mr. Draper?" Tom asked.
"Not too bad, I guess," Don answered, "considering you bastards gave us drugged wine. I want to know what the hell is going on around here, and just when you plan to let us leave." Don's rage was aroused, seeing his naked wife at the mercy of yet another pair of these crazed sex fiends. He thought he might as well play tough with them, despite the disadvantage at which they had him and his family. There had to be some way to get away from them, one of these people must certainly have a shred of compassion left. The thing was to find out which one of this weird group could be touched. Till then, everything that happened to him and his family would have to be endured as best it could. Whatever happened, he couldn't let himself get discouraged. Somehow, he must have a family conference and discuss plans. They would have to watch for an opportunity to escape, and if they could persuade one of their captors to aid them, they would be that much farther ahead.
Tom simply shrugged his young, well-muscled shoulders at Don's outburst. The rage in Don's voice didn't affect him in the slightest. Instead, he looked at Don and said, "Why don't you wake her up, Mr. Draper? We'll go away arid let you two alone for a while."
"Oh, that's nice of you," Don replied, sarcastically. "How about something decent to eat, while you're playing considerate host? Christ, rape my wife and daughter, lock us up, drug our wine, force us into unnatural sex acts. Why don't you people try behaving like ordinary human beings for a while? Get us some food, for God's sake - none of us has had a damn thing to eat since this morning. That's not counting our picnic lunch, interrupted by your rape artist friends!" Don snarled angrily.
"Yeah, okay, man. Just be cool about it," Jeff yawned lazily. "We aren't going to starve you to death."
As Don leaned down to wake his wife, Jeff slowly pulled himself upright and got off the mattress, leaning down to get his clothing. Beth was sleeping so soundly that Don had to shake her hard to wake her up. God, this is unbelievable! Lying bare-ass naked with two other guys and she's sleeping heavily like she was safe in her own bed at home! Beth whimpered a little, coming out of her deep doze, and stretched luxuriously as she slowly returned to reality. Her movements exposed the fullness of her fullness delectable breasts, which popped out from under the thin sheet. Don gazed at the twin globes, perfect and firm, which thrust themselves so deliciously and unexpectedly into his sight. Immediately, Beth pulled the cover back over herself, realizing that a roomful of people was eyeing her unclad body. Don couldn't suppress a grin. After all that had happened to them that torrid afternoon and insane evening, his wife still had her modesty firmly intact!
As soon as she realized where she was, Beth recalled the events of the past few hours very well. Strangely, she felt no remorse, in fact, she couldn't remember ever feeling so good, or more contented after being fucked half senseless, and this puzzled her. After all, these two men had forced her to commit sexual acts she would never have dreamed of doing with anyone! And after the terrible things that had been done to her and Sandy during that afternoon, hours ago - why didn't she feel ashamed?
As soon as Sal and the two men had left the room, carefully locking the door behind them, Don spoke sharply to his wife.
"What the hell went on in here?" he snapped.
"Why . . . what do you mean, honey?" Beth hedged.
"I mean the look on your face and your bare ass in bed with those two assholes, that's what I mean," Don raged.
"There wasn't any ... I didn't know what else to do, Don," Beth replied timidly. How could she explain to this jealous husband of hers, this man she had lived with all these years, that she'd found sexual satisfaction in the lewd embrace of total strangers? That she'd actually enjoyed, tremendously, participating in the obscene act of two men fucking her and cumming in her mouth and cunt at the same time! Her own husband had never been able to arouse her like that! God, how can I ever enjoy normal sex again? she questioned herself.
"Nothing you could do!" Don exploded. "Have you ever thought of saying no? A goddamn cold bitch ever since I married you, and then you spread your legs and fuck like a whore in heat for total strangers!"
"Don, I was afraid they might kill us all!" Beth cringed, "And Sandy, I didn't know where she was, or what they might be doing to you and Jamey."
Don had to check his mounting rage at his wife's infidelities, for suddenly the door opened, and Sal entered, carrying a tray on which there were various dishes of food. "I've brought you something to eat, I'll just leave it here," she said nonchalantly. "You might as well get some sleep after you've eaten," she continued, "This room is where you'll be until we decide what we're going to do with you." With that, she set the tray on the floor, and departed, turning the key in the lock with a sound of finality.
"Well, hell, we might as well eat something," Don said tersely. "I'll get you to tell me what happened later. We've got to figure out how to get out of here first." He turned his attention to the tray of food, and was surprised that the offering was decent enough. Thick, creamy slices of coarse homemade bread with a nicely browned, chewy crust, spread generously with butter, a small dish of cherry tomatoes, several hard-boiled eggs, and the halves of a luscious-looking melon. The two of them silently helped themselves, hungrily devouring the appetizing food and for the moment putting aside thoughts of the predicament they and their children were in.
Chapter Five
Sandy and Jamey awakened almost simultaneously, ashamedly averting their eyes from each other's naked bodies as the strong summer sunlight streamed across the bed where they lay, through the room's one high, old-fashioned window. It was Sandy who spoke first, to cover her embarrassment.
"Oh, look, Jamey," she pointed from where she lay toward the carved wooden dresser. "Someone has brought something for us to eat. I'm starved, aren't you?" she chattered quickly.
Jamey, too, was embarrassed to meet his sister's eyes. As drunk with the wine as he had been last night, sitting with the woman Sal watching his sister being fucked out of her skull by their own father, while she jacked-off two other men's cocks until they had cum all over her naked tits. He knew what he had watched was a total perversion of everything he had been taught in his life. Rather than try to sort out the meaning of those lewd sights, he let his attention be diverted by Sandy's light talk. Truth telling, he, too, was ravenously hungry and the thought of food made his stomach growl.
"Don't look, okay?" Sandy said. "I'm going to put my clothes on." She felt a little silly, after all, he was her brother, and after what he'd seen her performing last night it seemed ridiculous to be so modest. Still, Sandy had been raised in a strict family and no matter what had happened last night, her habits were not to be broken in a brief twenty-four hours.
"Sure, don't worry," Jamey assented. He turned his head to look at the wall while his sister quickly gathered her clothes, putting them on over her still semen-streaked body.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said, "Now you get dressed, Jamey. I won't look, either," she added, getting up to go look out of the window to allow her brother to put on his clothes.
Jamey wasted no time in putting on his clothes, and the two teenagers made short work of the wholesome food left there on the tray for them.
"These people must be vegetarians," Jamey remarked, rapidly devouring hunks of delicious homemade bread.
"Oh, do you think so?" asked his sister, idly.
"Sure, that goes along with this whole scene, if you ask me," her brother continued. Too hungry for conversation, the brother and sister rapidly finished off every morsel of the food on the tray.
"I wonder what we should do, Jamey,"
Sandy said. "Should we try to get out? I wonder where Mom and Dad are."
"Let's just wait and see what happens," Jamey cautioned, "These people seem kind of crazy. I think we'd better just play along until we find out where Mom and Dad are. Then we can figure out a way to get away from here."
Suddenly, the door was opened, and the female figure of Jamey's domineering lover of the night before came into the room.
"Oh, uh, good morning," Jamey said awkwardly, averting his eyes. He felt a hot blush of shame rush up his cheeks, thinking of his masculine weakness in the face of this woman's insatiable sexual demands on his virile young body the night before.
The woman did not seem at all perturbed, and it was evident from her body stance and determined behavior that she had the situation well in hand. "It's going to be hot today," she said by way of an opening remark, "We're all going swimming and you're going with us."
Sandy sat mute, watching this strong woman who barred their way to freedom. Oh my God, I hope no one ever finds out that another woman licked my pussy and I liked it! Her delicate little cunt lips contracted involuntarily beneath their softly curling pubic fuzz, as Sandy thought of this obscene woman's lascivious tongue licking hotly up between her widespread thighs. Sandy clamped her legs tightly together, as though she expected the woman to demand a repeat of the performance right here and now. She felt weak at the thought!
"What about our parents?" Jamey demanded, some of his masculine courage returning to him.
"They'll be along, too," Sal assured him. "Let's go, we have to walk about half a mile to the creek."
The bright sunlight hit Don like a blow, as he and Beth were led outside by their captors Tom and Jeff. He was relieved to see Sandy and Jamey already there, apparently unharmed, waiting with the big woman and the men known as Cherokee and Raoul. Where the other man and woman had gone, Don had no idea. There was no sigh of them in the house and they weren't in evidence outside, either. It was the first opportunity the Drapers had had to view their prison in daylight. The whole place had a rundown, unkempt look, though at the back of the - house they could see an obviously well-tended truck garden, perhaps an acre in size. Must be where the vegetables and fruit come from, Don assumed. Chickens could be heard near the rickety old barn located at the rear and several hundred yards from the farmhouse. Rusted old farm parts were heaped around the barn entrance. Probably a pretty good farm in the old days, Don thought to himself. He had no further time for inspection of their surroundings, however, as with a jerk of his head Raoul indicated the direction in which they were to follow. As the oddly assorted group set out, Don kept his eyes open for a chance to plot a means of escape with his family.
The group walked single file up a narrow, deeply grooved trail, which had probably been made by deer or some other animals on their way to water. The grass was burned dry by the scorching summer heat, and shimmered under the relentless noonday sun. Ahead of them, the Draper family could see how the ground sloped downward slightly, and the sight of the rocky creek bed with its narrow margin of green vegetation was welcome to their sexually sullied bodies. They'd had no opportunity whatsoever to bathe away the sexual odors and stains clinging to their obscenely used limbs, and the thought of the cooling, cleansing water hurried them on without protest.
Beth and Sandy retired to a small thicket to remove their clothing, not far enough away to shut off the sounds of snickers at their modesty coming from their male captors. Don was incensed at this lewd rudeness, but kept his anger to himself for the time being. With a look of warning at his son, he stripped himself as the four other men were doing, his son doing the same. Sal had already flung off her flowing robe, exposing her voluminous, yet actually voluptuous body, to the gaze of all. She was already in the water y and called out to Beth and her daughter.
"You can come out now. We all know what you look like so you might as well jump in and cool off!" Sal yelled, her enormous breasts bobbing and floating heavily on the surface of the water in front of her.
Her commanding tone and attitude made Don's blood boil, and he wondered how such a woman could gain so much control over them. She and Raoul were the obvious leaders of this crazy band of fugitives. They would be the ones to be careful of in planning an escape. He didn't doubt they would not hesitate to kill someone. Don and his son entered the water, their parched and sweat-stained bodies reacting for an instant at the unexpected coldness. Jesus, Don felt his balls contracting as he walked forward further into the water, occasionally stumbling on the rocky bottom. He-ducked under the surface, coming up and shaking the water off his face like a dog. The pool wasn't really large enough to swim in more than a couple of strokes, so he contented himself with letting his body half-float in the refreshing water.
Beth and Sandy left the barely-concealing cover of bushes where they had undressed and self-consciously walked down to the natural pool's edge, aware of the approving glances of their male and female captors gazing openly at every intimate part of their bodies. Even Don felt a curious pride looking at his wife and daughter's sensuously-formed feminine curves. It made him angry that they should be on display for these sex maniacs to enjoy, but at least now that they were all together again maybe between him and Jamey any repeat sexual performances could be prevented. He was sick and tired of having his family treated like group property!
Once Sandy and Beth had entered the water and immersed their bodies, Don began to slowly and casually edge his way toward them. Three of the men had gotten out, and were sitting on large boulders sunning themselves as the drifting bodies of the others moved about in the water before them.
The refreshing water was having a bracing effect on all of the Drapers. The exhaustion caused by the terrible scenes of the night before and the drugged wine was giving way to a tingling feeling in their bodies. Playfully, the family began to splash water at each other, boisterously joined by Sal and Raoul, who had remained in the water. Sandy and Beth became more excited as the horse-play continued, and Beth's beautiful breasts bobbed temptingly for all to see as she joined in the vigorous sport. It angered Don to see his wife and daughter so oblivious to the obvious sexual temptations they were flaunting in the sight of these men. He reluctantly continued splashing but his jealousy was mounting. For Christ's sake, in one night his wife and daughter had been transformed into wanton, sex-starved women by these hairy bastards!
Sandy was having so much fun she never gave a thought to her father's lewd embrace last night. Suddenly, she was seized from behind by her first lover from this strange group, Cherokee. He slipped his hand between her legs, and brought the other one up in front to fondle her breasts. Afraid her father would see the lewd hold Cherokee had on her body, Sandy attempted to wriggle free from his grip. His grip tightened, and using his expertly placed hold on her, levered her body forward so that she was on her stomach in the water. He raised her buttocks so that her naked little ass-cheeks were exposed and the cold water trickled down the crevice between them. It was a humiliating position, and Sandy could see that her father had caught a glance of what was going on, though he was on the other side of the swimming hole with the splashing group between them. Cherokee forced her legs apart with his strong arm and Sandy's face burned with shame because she knew he was staring at the tiny puckered lips of her ass-hole. Desperately seeking a chance to get away from him, Sandy moaned that she was getting cold. Laughing at her predicament, Cherokee flipped her upright onto her feet again, her back to him, and pressed his own aroused cock into the smooth little crevice between her asscheeks.
"I'll make you warm again," his voice whispered suggestively in her little pink shell-like ear.
He nudged her lewdly and playfully toward the shore with his cold and velvety cock as they waded out of the water. As their bodies left the pool a weak, melting sensation made Sandy's vagina clench inward up between her thighs and her stomach tightened at the thought of Cherokee's cock taking advantage of her today as it had yesterday. She was quite sure, now, that all his horseplay would lead to her being fucked crazy again.
Sandy picked her way carefully over the stones, and eventually she and her insistent lover reached a grassy patch a little upstream from the rest of the group. Cherokee pushed her down into a sitting position and dropped down beside her. Taking her in his arms, he fondled her young breasts, as he pressed his moist lips to her little rosebud mouth and hungrily probed into it with his thick lusting tongue. His sudden sex play took Sandy off guard, and she felt her body grown hot with desire to respond to a man as she had never done before in her short life. She sucked hungrily at his tongue, holding his kiss for a long time. Her body began to tremble at each thrust of his strong tongue, which completely filled the cavity of her mouth. Her own tongue began to respond, hesitantly at first as it went in and out and touched his. God, the motions of his tongue feel like he's fucking my mouth with his cock like Raoul did yesterday!
She began circling and licking his mouth frantically with her little tongue and the blood in her body surged through her, creating a shameless desire for his cock to be deep up inside her belly again. Panting, she pressed herself against him, mashing her firmly sloping young breasts against his naked chest as his experienced hands teased at her, squeezing her buttocks and running his fingers down to touch her excitedly fluttering cunt lips. Wriggling with uncontrollable delight, Sandy shamelessly drew her knees up toward her stomach, begging for fulfillment with her exposed cunt. Her lover continued to arouse her with his tormenting combination of thrusting tongue and tickling fingers and Sandy's cunt could not hold back a trickle of moisture aroused by her passion. Suddenly, Cherokee wormed his middle-finger straight up into her tight little cunt hole, and began to finger-fuck her remorselessly. The incredibly pleasurable sensation made Sandy mewl with cries of delight as he pressed her down flat on her back onto the grass. He was breathing heavily, and his well-proportioned body was sweating freely as the hot sun poured down on their nakedly heaving flesh. Withdrawing his finger from her cunt, slippery now with Sandy's heated vaginal lubricants, Cherokee kneeled between her legs, lowering his body to put his cock into her vagina just far enough to hold it there. Then his hands continued their fondling of her breasts, pinching her taut nipples. Sandy was frantic from his teasing, she dared not move for fear of dislodging his barely inserted penis. Her cunt clasped and re-clasped in uncontrolled rapidity, trying to suck his organ fully up into her hotly waiting little pussy. Cherokee continued his merciless sexual teasing, the bulbous tip of his cock holding her sucking cunt passage open as the young girl tossed her head in frantic anticipation under him. She was more than ready for it, saliva was flecking the corners of her mouth as she was stroked to a state of desire that almost drove her out of her mind!
"You're wonderful, oh God, don't tease me any more!" she begged, hoarse with frantic lust, "Ram it into me, I can't stand it!"
"It's coming, baby," Cherokee crooned to her. He smiled to himself in anticipation of filling her tight little cunt with his massive cock again. Shifting position, he flexed his hips and settled his loins between her widespread thighs and got ready to get down to the business of fucking her, no more teasing! Her cunt was begging to be fucked and her pelvis quivered in maddening anticipation! With a sudden cunt-splitting thrust, Cherokee plunged the entire length of his throbbing cock hardness up into her pussy flesh, driving his rod all the way up into her soft little belly.
"Uhhhh!" Sandy groaned. She had wanted it, had begged for it, but she was so stretched from her fucking the day and night before his sawing cock brought a slight discomfort to her cunt lips! "Cherokee, you're hurting me!" she screamed. The pressure was really terrible, her pussy felt like it was on fire. In spite of her freely flowing cunt liquids, her pussy was still tender and the passage-filling cock stretched her agonizingly apart up between her thighs. She wanted to be fucked so bad she could taste it in her throat but she just couldn't stand it another minute!
"Ooooh, God, wait! Wait a minute, Cherokee, please!"
Impatiently, Cherokee halted his lunging cock thrusts for a few seconds, his hardened rod deep inside the young girl's vagina flexing with insistent pulsating throbs. Suddenly, he jerked his swollen organ from Sandy's aching cunt, the sudden relief from the heavily pounding pressure bringing a groan of relief to her lips as a wicked little idea formed in her mind.
"Wait a minute, let me get on my hands and knees and you can fuck me in . . . the other place." A weird surge of excitement flared up in her at the obscene thought.
"Hey, baby, you're really gettin' with it now," Cherokee smiled at her voluntary idea.
After a moment's hesitation, Sandy did as she had suggested. She did not know how it would feel but she was too sore in her vagina and she had to keep him and happy and she really wanted him to be fucked too! But, she was glad no member of her family could see her in this obscene position. She had guessed all along that these men would not leave her alone sexually and while she knew she should dread the continuing sexual use of her body, she had never dreamed there were so many exciting ways to have sex. Since she had no chance of resistance against any of these men - even her own father - she did not have to feel so guilty about what she was doing. She had been forced to surrender her body - if she didn't, they would rape her. Or even kill her, or her entire family. As everything was all right and she kneeled nakedly before Cherokee, the smoothly rounded curves of her smooth young ass cheeks waving enticingly before his widely gaping eyes. Nervously, she glanced over her shoulder at him as he crouched behind her, hoping he would be gentle with her back there.
Oh, God! The sight of his massive penis poised just inches from the perfection of her nakedly curved buttocks made her have second thoughts for a moment. But she knew that now she had made the lewd suggestion, he was going to put his huge blood-filled hardness up into her tiny, puckered anal hole whether she changed her mind or not! The thought of what was sure to be the most perverse and thrilling violation yet of the secret recesses of her young body caused Sandy to whimper in fearful anticipation.
"Oh, please, do it easy, Cherokee!" she implored. "I can't stand it too quick! It won't fit there right away!"
"Keep your voice down," Cherokee barked. If her cunt were so tender she couldn't take his fucking there, he intended to fuck her in the ass just like she had asked him to do it. His mind intent on the lewd satiation he was determined to have, he began fingering her tightly quivering ass-hole. Pressing his middle fingertip against the rubbery clenched lips of her anus, he relentlessly wormed it up inside the virgin tightness of its inner recesses.
"Oooh," the open-mouthed girl cried, "go slow, God, go slow or I can't do it!"
"Make up your mind, baby!" Cherokee said tersely, "It's either in your cunt or in your ass. It's all the same to me, because I'm going to fuck the hell out of you in one place or another!"
Sandy twisted her nakedly upraised young buttocks desperately in a helpless effort to free her anus for a minute from his hotly worming digit. But Cherokee's finger refused to be dislodged from its position tight up in her warmly clinging back passage. He could tell she had never been ass-fucked before and he grinned to himself with secret delight over the wild new sensation she must be experiencing. Breathing harder, he carefully worked a second finger up into the instinctively resisting little circle of her rectum.
"Please, please, take your fingers out for a second!" she whimpered, "they're too far up inside me!"
Her cries were ignored and grinning lasciviously in anticipation of his forthcoming enjoyment, Cherokee proceeded to tease his finger in and out of her back passage, stretching her tight little rectal walls as fully as he could to make them spread wider in preparation for the invasion of his blood-swollen cock. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her anal lips like the popping of a reluctant cork being pulled from a wine bottle. Her relief was only momentary, for seconds later he grasped her lovely young buttock cheeks one in each hand and pulled them lasciviously open, exposing her finger-stretched rectal mouth to the mercy of his lustfully throbbing cock.
Suddenly, he rammed the broad bulbous tip of his penis dead center into her rectum.
"Aaahh, oh God!" Sandy shrilled. She had over-estimated herself and couldn't possibly take his hard-on up in her ass. It was much thicker than his fingers had been, how could anyone take such an instrument all the way up in their rectum? To the inexperienced girl, it seemed a physical impossibility that he could penetrate into her rectum any further but she vowed to bear it until it began to feel better.
She moaned as he continued pushing his thick male organ steadily forward into her virginal young anal passage. Biting her lip bravely, a silent scream formed in her throat - her anus could take no more of his swollen rod!
But there was no escape, he was stretching her open till she felt the skin around her anus would split from the pressure. And she must force herself to kneel nakedly under him and accept what he was doing to her until his perverse lust had been satisfied, otherwise, he would try to fuck her in her tender pussy again! And she was so hot she just had to be fucked some way!
Cherokee could hold back no longer. He didn't care whether he hurt this girl or not, his only thoughts were on getting his cock all the way in. Deliberately, he fucked into her rectum with longer measured strokes, thrusting his pelvis forward and back, pushing in further with each forward stroke until finally he had her whole, tightly clinging young asshole skewered deeply up on his heavily burgeoning cock buried deep up into her rectum. Her nakedly upraised buttocks were flattened hard back against the heavy thicket of pubic hairs surrounding the thick root of his cock - she was fantastically tight, the smooth rubbery walls of her wide-stretched little anal passage clenched around his cock so tightly it felt as if she were trying to bite it off with them. Then, he began to fuck her faster, plunging his rod deeper and deeper up into her slowly loosening asshole. She kept her body bravely clenched, the only way she could bear his heavily spearing cock plowing so far up into her rectum.
Then, suddenly, her soft cries and moans gave way to groans of rising pleasure and he could hear her breath catch sharply in her throat. Her body relaxed somewhat - she was beginning now to get some pleasure from his lewd fucking of her ass! To Sandy, it still felt weird to have a man's cock lodged so far up inside her back passage, uncomfortable, but not so bad once she relaxed the tension in her rectal muscles. She was actually surprised to suddenly find herself raising her nakedly presented buttocks back higher up toward him, offering her anus even more fully to this different kind of fucking! She grunted aloud and began salacious-ly grinding her widespread asscheeks hard back over his deeply impaling cock as he fucked it ceaselessly into her.
"That's better, baby," he panted to her encouragingly. "You really wanted my cock fucking your hot little asshole, didn't you?"
"Ummm, yes," Sandy groaned pleasurably, "Oh God, keep fucking me! It feels so good, oh, I can't stop!" Her girlish body was now convulsed with passion, and her firm young breasts taut with lustful excitement as they danced erotically beneath her chest in time to the lewd fucking she was receiving from behind.
The dirty words that spilled from the lips of the young innocent girl excited Cherokee even further. Mounted on her behind like a dog fucking a bitch in heat, he rode her till it seemed his throbbing cock would go right up through her slender body and come out the top of her head. The thought of cumming in her ass drove him to furious fucking thrusts - it wouldn't be long before he filled her hot little bowels to the bursting with his hotly flowing cum. His orgasm rose up within him, his sperm-bloated testicles ached, demanding relief from their heavy load of semen! Then, before he could think again, up it came from his release-demanding balls, racing through his rock-hard cock and spraying out forcefully up into the fifteen year old's hungrily milking rectum, ballooning sensuously outward her entire rectal passage with the hotly quaking liquid.
As he spewed his cum into her with the force of hotly squirting water from a fire hose nozzle, Sandy shuddered in delight at the heavily pumping throbs of his wildly cumming cock. Then, just as suddenly as it began, he gave a final in-fuck deep up inside her desperately working little ass-hole to milk out the last remaining drop of his dissipated semen, and she groaned in disappointment as his now sperm-drained organ popped wetly out from her cum-flooded rectal lips.
"Oooh," Sandy wailed, "I wanted to cum, too. You didn't make me cum!"
"So, you really did like it?" Cherokee laughed. "You'll get to cum, little girl. I'll make you cum till it's running out your tits, but it'll have to wait a while."
The disappointed girl tried to hide her unsatisfied sexual urge, but couldn't keep from watching Cherokee's now-flaccid penis, hanging limply between his thighs. Quickly, she looked away again, pressing her own thighs together, as lewd thoughts went through her mind. Her pussy was uncomfortably hot and she could feel moisture seeping insistently through the slit of her cunt lips onto her shapely youthful thighs. Sighing, she lay down on the warm earth and closed her eyes, close to the exhausted form of her recent lover, and drifted pleasurably under the strong heat of the sun.
Don had watched his nude daughter disappear out of sight following one of their captors and knew that she would undoubtedly be subjected to yet more sexual abuse at the hands of these remorseless renegades. My God, what will happen next? He was disturbed by Beth's unrestrained playfulness as she splashed about with this strange group of people. Her buttocks flashed invitingly up out of the water, as she plunged about the pool with the others. Each flash was like a suggestive wink and Don speculated it was only a matter of time before one of the men would lust to fuck his wife again. He didn't have long to wait, for suddenly he spotted Raoul floating on his back, his penis erect and pointing stiffly up into the air.
"Hey, everybody, look at me," Raoul demanded, "I'm a one-masted schooner!" Amused by his own lewd reference, he broke into loud whoops of laughter, proudly bringing attention to his glistening cock. "I want pussy, I want pussy," he chanted, oaring his arms to bring his body closer to Beth, who had suddenly ceased to jump around at his determined approach.
Seeing the sudden sexual intention Raoul had upon his wife, Don began to lunge forward through the water, followed by Jamey. "Get your filthy body away from my wife, you perverted bastard," Don choked out.
Suddenly, his progress was halted by the two other men, one grappling him around the neck in a quick hammerlock-like grip, the other man on guard, warily eyeing Jamey and ready to take him if necessary.
"You either play along with it, man, or you don't play at all," Tom spat menacingly into Don's rage-contorted face. His words carried dangerous meaning, and Don let his rigid body muscles relax under the grip of the other man, knowing these people wouldn't hesitate to blow his head off. And then what hope would Beth and the kids have for rescue?
"Okay, I get the message," Don retorted.
"That's fine, man," Tom replied, signaling Jeff to release his hold on the older man's body.
Raoul's lewd chant distressed Beth, but he certainly had her where he wanted her. How could she keep up her barrier of disgust, after he had so lewdly used her body the day before, and had been defiled by those other two, who were watching Raoul's antics with lascivious delight.
But to be so degraded in front of her own son and husband! It was too much, Beth felt weak in the pit of her stomach. Oh, God, whatever he does to me, please, not in front of my son and husband!
Raoul giggled, close to her now, and grabbed her hand and forced her to grasp his cool wet organ which jutted arrogantly out from his submerged loins in the crystal clear water. Involuntarily, Beth's hand recoiled from the touch of the firm wet hardness, but Raoul tightened his fingers in an iron grip around her wrist, forcing her shapely slender fingers to stroke the already heavily pulsing organ. He floated there, staring at her with a look she recognized as meaning only one thing. Despite herself, Beth could not suppress a sudden coursing of hot blood through her naked body. Flashes of embarrassment charged through her as she was forced to masturbate this hairy creature's lust-hardened penis under the incredulous gaze of her son and husband.
As she steadily stroked Raoul's massive rod, he dropped the iron grip on her wrist, and thrust his arm under water, bringing his hand up between Beth's submerged thighs. His lewd intrusion made her gasp with surprise, but she dared not stop fondling his blood-engorged cock. Quickly, he forced her upper thighs apart slightly, and then slithered his middle finger full length up to the palm of his hand into her nakedly exposed cunt.
"Oh, please, not in front of my family, not in front of all these people!" Beth whispered desperately.
"Fuck these people," Raoul whispered in her ear. "Because that's what I'm going to do to you, fuck you silly and you're going to pretend you like it or I'll cut your husband's balls off."
His obvious crude intentions brought tears to Beth's eyes and she felt hot all over, the cool water in which they were standing doing nothing to relieve her anxiety. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to the slit in the top of his throbbing penis, which surged in her softly massaging hand like a thing alive. Her strokes had brought forth a glistening drop, which winked and glistened obscenely at her from the top of his enormous cock-head. Seeing, through the clearness of the water, her hand doing such an action was unbelievable! God, she had never even touched another man but her husband there before!
Raoul's invading hand had continued its relentless work on her cunt, and uneasily and against her will Beth could feel the outer lips of her pussy flutter and pulsate around his teasingly sinking middle finger. Her cunt juices began to flow beneath the water, coating the maddeningly teasing male finger which obscenely tickled at the tip of her cervix. She shifted her body weight from one leg to another in her rising excitement.
"You're so ready," Raoul panted hoarsely, "let go of my cock or you'll make me shoot it off right here in the river."
Pulling his cunt-moistened finger from Beth's vagina, he stood up, pressing his body against hers from behind. A thrill of lewd desire coursed through Beth's body, she had to admit she wanted to be satisfied, her obscenely betraying cunt was wild with unsatisfied sexual arousal. His penis pressed hotly into her buttock crevice, seeking entry into her body. He stroked her water-firmed breasts, burying his greedy lips into the side of her neck. A wanton need to be fucked dictated both their actions. Unresistingly, Beth let herself be guided to dry land, so aroused by the man's caresses and her absolute helplessness to resist the details of her surroundings were lost in a lustful haze. Her body swayed in his grasp, her behavior was out of her control as though she were drunk.
"I want your cock in me," Beth heard a voice saying this as though from someone else's mouth. Startled, she realized she was spread out on the grass on her back splaying her legs wide open in lewd invitation, and she hadn't even been aware of lying down! Her curl-fringed cunt throbbed in pinkly glistening invitation, and she moaned, sinking back into blissful submission to lustful desire! "Come on Raoul," her soft voice urged, "I'm ready for you to put it in between my thighs!" Frantically she strained her legs even wider, aching to lure that heavily throbbing cock deep up into her wetly hungering pussy.
Raoul kneeled down between her widespread thighs, holding his obscenely throbbing penis in one hand. Stroking it excitedly, he guided the blood-engorged tip to the soft, hair-rimmed lips of her feverish pussy. Using his bulbous-cock-head to part her pussy curls, he used it to stroke her cunt lips until they released even greater wetness in preparation for his entry. Breathing hard, he teasingly worked the tip of it a short way up into her eagerly clasping cuntal slit.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried, her hips grinding desperately around in the grass as she lewdly began to slide her buttocks forward seeking to slither her pussy walls full length up onto his impaling rod.
"Oh, don't tease me please, please, do it to me," came from the panting lips of the once-average suburban housewife. My God, how she'd changed from yesterday afternoon! This must be like going through sex therapy! Only she'd never heard of women going through sex therapy, only men. Whatever this strange situation was, it was certainly making a permanent change in her sexual attitude!
Don watched with impotent rages while his wife lay with her legs spread open like a five-dollar whore on the small patch of grass at the creek's edge. He could not believe that Beth, his modest, sexually frigid bed partner of all these years, was now wantonly pleading with some hairy freak to fuck her. She had never even cum with him! What happened to her, what had these maniacs done to her? Could it be that the effects of the drugged wine still had some hold on her brain? It must be something like that, to turn his frigid-cunted wife into a cock-hungry nympho. In fact, there was unmistakable evidence that Beth was actually enjoying being fucked by these renegades. He could hardly believe it.
The three other members of the group seemed to be paying little attention to the degrading scene going on in full view on the shore. Don could see they were keeping an eye on him and Jamey though, even though they were nonchalant about actually maintaining a strict guard over them. Don wondered if all these people were loyal to each other. Probably not, he was certain if he offered one of them a high enough price he could get him'- or her - to betray the rest of their group. But how to put his theory to the test? Although he and Jamey were outnumbered, it might be possible to overpower them - he hadn't noticed any evidence of guns after they'd arrived last night. The only guns he'd seen were weapons Raoul and Cherokee had pulled when they'd kidnapped them yesterday afternoon.
Jamey drifted close to his father, a look of extreme concern on his otherwise young, unwrinkled face.
"Have you got any ideas, Dad?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, I think so," Don shot a quick look to see whether their voices carried over the water to the three aimlessly floating gang members. They didn't seem to be paying any attention to Don's low-voiced comments to his son.
Don lowered his voice even further. "Listen," he said to Jamey, "I think I've got an idea for getting us out of here."
Even if a means of escape had presented itself at the moment to Beth Draper, she would have been in no position to take advantage of it. She was too far gone to notice what was going on around her. She didn't even notice when the man named Jeff had come up out of the water to stand over her naked, sweat-glistening body to watch the lewd scene, her moans for Raoul to "do it to her" had thoroughly aroused Jeff as well, and he. wasn't going to let his comrade have the best of everything.
Raoul was smiling to himself in anticipation of fulfilling his deepened lust. Damn, she had a nice cock-devouring cunt for an older chick, and he teased her until she was begging him to fuck her! Yes, now she was ready, all his! His deliberate slow baring of her never before sexual lusts had been worth the chance they'd taken kidnapping a whole family. He was aching to thrust his bulging cock deep into her womanly cunt and get his load off right away, but he had held back, teasing her to near craziness. He'd seen a few woman so savagely desperate for cock and by God, she was crying for it, trying to suck it into herself by tightening and nibbling away at the head of it with her pussy lips. He'd keep her begging for it until she was so hot he could fuck her any way he wanted or he could do anything else he wanted with her.
"Tell me what you want, Mrs. All-American Housewife!" he teased her, "You got to tell me you want some lovin'."
Beth's need was so great she never hesitated. Eagerly, the vulgar words poured out of her.
"Raoul, fuck me! I want you to fuck me, put it in me, quickly! Can't you see I'm going crazy?"
Red hot needles of pain shot through the tightly cramped muscles of her legs, but she felt nothing as Raoul at last pressed his pelvis forward and permitted her to suck his blood-gorged cock up into her moistly waiting vagina. As the lust-bloated tip pushed upward into her hungrily throbbing pussy, he drove the rest of the shaft upward until her vaginal walls were incredibly stuffed and filled almost to the bursting with the thickly pressuring sensation of the hugely burrowing rod. Her inner cunt walls were well-lubricated by her natural fluid, and the thick male organ slid in easily. Being so totally filled with his virile male cock-flesh was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever had, the ultimate in sexual sensation!
Raoul fucked salaciously in and out, making his balls slap resoundingly against her wide-spread ass-cheeks. Pausing a few seconds, he flexed his cock deep inside her. Beth groaned softly as his cock tip brushed her cervix upward. She loved it, her whole pussy was filled, and his enormous young cock was lodged up inside her belly as far as it would go!
Raoul steadied himself over her with his hands, fucking deeply and rhythmically into her open belly. His balls felt heavier and heavier as he continued his driving plunges, he had to spew out his semen or burst. He felt he couldn't hold back another second!
"Oh, keep doing that," Beth urged him on, her lovely face contorted in ecstasy, "Harder, all the way up in me!"
Raoul needed no further encouragement, fucking into her now with sledge-hammer strokes. His cock shaft slid in and out with a moist, obscene sucking sound. Its entire length shone in the sunlight with wetly glistening cunt fluids as he plunged it rhythmically in and out of her feverishly clasping vagina.
"Ummm, ummm, ummm," Beth chanted mindlessly. Beads of perspiration trickled down her forehead as she labored with her entire body to get the utmost pleasure from this near stranger's fucking of her nakedly spread body. She was so far gone into this wild scene that her wide open unseeing eyes did not immediately notice Jeff standing over their nude smacking bodies, his lean hips thrust forward, his immense organ swollen and jutting obscenely out from his hairy loins. As her eyes slowly focused, she suddenly noticed that he had taken his bobbing prick into his hand, giving it slow, even pulls above her desperately jerking body. She could see the bluish veins standing out on his tight stretched cock skin, and watched a tiny drop of moisture ooze from the opening tip of the lust-swollen head. Her buttocks never ceased gyrating as she moaned and ground them up higher to open her pussy wider to Raoul's heavy ass-smacking thrusts. The reddish-purple cock above her face became a blur in her eyes, as the young man stroked himself faster and faster toward cumming. Beth never in her wildest imaginings thought that she would ever be more than the helpless target for the hotly squirting semen of total strangers! Or that one would pump his thick stream of male love juices deep up into her belly while another man watched, fucking his hand until his hotly spewing cum sprayed out all over her naked tits and face!
Never mind, she wanted it, she wanted to make men cum for her, she wanted them to know that she knew how to fuck like a real woman!
Chapter Six
"Cherokee?" Sandy spoke softly, "Cherokee, could I talk to you a minute?"
"Mramm, what?" Cherokee mumbled, wiping sleep away with one hand, "What'd you say?"
"Cherokee, would you like to have a lot of money?" Sandy ventured bravely.
"Sure, Baby, anybody'd like to have a lot of money," he answered, looking at her quizzically. "Got any ideas in mind how I could lay my hands on some?"
"Listen, Cherokee, I want to go home. My mother and father and my brother, we all want to get away from here," she persisted, "If you help us, my father will pay you. I know he will. He's not rich, but he will be fair with you and give you as much as he can. Besides, you could come over and fuck my mother and I as often as you like if you're close by anytime."
"I'd love that, baby, but you don't know what you're asking," Cherokee snorted, "Raoul, if he got wind of it, he'd put me away before he did you!"
"Oh, please, how will we ever get away from here!" cried Sandy despairingly. "You've got to help us!"
Cherokee fell silent for a few minutes, staring long and hard at the young girl's earnestly pleading face.
"Okay. I'll do it," he said tersely, "I've been waiting for a chance to blow this scene anyway. Some friends of mine have a place where I can crash till I figure out where I want to head. Leave the whole scene to me. You be cool, you can tell your folks, but they gotta be cool, too. We'll never leave here alive if Raoul figures out what's happening."
Inwardly, Sandy heaved a huge sigh of relief. Oh God, to be going home, to be normal again! She would never be the same innocent fifteen-year-old teenager just going on a trip with her parents that she had been when they'd started out, that's for sure!
"We might as well get going," Cherokee interrupted her thoughts, "Sooner we get back to the house, the quicker we can get the hell out of here."
Nodding in assent, Sandy stood up to follow him back to the swimming hole.
Don thought there wasn't anything else these creeps could do to shock him any more than he already was, when suddenly the full-bodied figure of Sal walked slowly toward him through the water. She flung her head up and gave him a steady challenging look right in the eyes, causing Don to wonder what the hell she had in mind.
"I want you, Mr. Draper," she said, simply and directly.
"Wha . . . What the hell?" was all Don could gasp out.
"You're going to put your cock in me, old man," she sneered.
"You're out of your mind!" Don shouted, "You can't make me fuck you!"
"You'll do it," Sal retorted coolly, "Because we'll make you do it." With that comment, she boldly reached out her arm and cupped Don's balls, squeezing them meaningfully.
He raised his hand to slug her, but quickly changed his mind, seeing Tom bearing down on him close behind the arrogant Sal. Don's humiliation was enormous, as the big woman led him slowly out of the water, keeping a firm grip on his scrotum. It made him fume, this disgusting, Lesbian-acting woman leading him around like a little puppy-dog, telling him, no, ordering him, to fuck her.
"Keep standing," she directed, kneeling in front of him at the same time.
What else could Don do but obey the imperious commands of this domineering woman? It was a moment of supreme humiliation for him, and his feeling mounted as the woman took his limp cock in one hand, and without taking it into her mouth, began to slowly stroke and lick it into erectness. His prick seemed to have a mind of its own! Under Sal's sure fingers and expertly flicking tongue, it began to swell. Sal leaned back to admire her work, continuing to stroke the saliva-moistened cock-head until it was a dull reddish color. She could see that her sexual expertise had stirred Don's desire against his rational will. Immensely pleased with herself, she let go of his cock and lay down on her side, admiring her handiwork.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured suggestively, "What's that?" She lazily batted at Don's passion lengthened hardness. "Thought I couldn't make it get up, didn't you?' she taunted. "I swear, all men are alike. It's all they ever think of!"
Then she rolled over on her back, spreading her well-formed thighs in the ancient obscene position of woman welcoming man into her cunt. Roughly, she pulled Don down on top of her. Stunned, he found himself groping to fuck as brutally as he could into this revoltingly behaving woman. He wanted to hurt her. Savagely, he rammed aside the lips of her openly spread vagina, plunging heavily up into her with the fully-rounded tip of his male cock-head. His thrusts were as deep as he could make them, stroking hard along the whole length of her moistly demanding vaginal tunnel. As he plunged into her with the rock-hard length of his cock Don could feel her cunt loosening and flaring wide up inside, relaxing to receive every inch of his lustfully pistoning hardness. He wasn't hurting her at all! She even liked his savage fucking!
Don fucked on and on, wracking the depths of this domineering woman's hotly streaming pussy again and again. Sal squirmed delightedly underneath him, churning wildly, reveling in her power over men and the fact that she had complete sexual control over him! She could take everything he or any man had to give!
The sheer raw humiliation of the act was so fantastic that Don thought he was going out of his mind. He wanted to pull all the way out of her, but then he would find himself fucking back into her pussy again, splitting her slippery cunt walls wide with his cock until it hit the bottom of her cervix. He had been trying to punish her with the power of his male cock, instead, God! The pressure in his cum-bloated balls built with each new drive into her tightly clinging pussy. He knew he could not hold his orgasm back very much longer. He buffeted her body with his pile-driving thrusts, driving his thick cock into her so deeply his balls slapped repeatedly against her ass-cheeks. Then suddenly, his organ leaped convulsively inside her and the white hot sperm spewed out from his cock-tip, mingling with Sal's own hotly flowing orgasmic fluids, bathing her demanding aroused cunt in white-hot male liquid. She held him as he kept fucking her, until her greedily clasping cunt had milked the last drop from him, releasing him only after his drained spent cock began to deflate and become flaccid once again.
Withdrawing, Don flung his body off full-length to one side, heaving with exhaustion and mixed emotions. Never, in all of his life, had he ever dreamed a woman would call the tune for sex!
Suddenly, Raoul let out a joyful whoop, as Cherokee and Sandy came into sight, returning to the swimming hole after their private sexual excursion.
"Did ya get a little of that hot little cunt again?" he yelled vulgarly.
"What do you think," Cherokee answered, "Hey, man, let's go get some wine. I've had it with swimming today," he continued, maneuvering Raoul's thought onto a new track.
"Yeah, man!" Raoul crowed, "Wine, wine, wine, we can have fun anytime!" Laughing, he jumped to his feet, slapping Beth's naked buttocks. "Come on, let's go," he ordered.
Thank God, at least maybe we'll have a few minutes away from these sex freaks Beth sighed to herself. Obediently, she followed Raoul into the water, across the creek to the bank. Gathering her own clothes, and her daughter's, she started walking back up the trail with the rest of the group straggling behind.
The dim cool of the house was a welcome relief after the return walk. Even in late afternoon, the dry hillsides retained the day's heat, and Beth felt as though they'd never gone swimming after the long hike through the parched grass to the farmhouse. Who would ever believe this incredible scene she and her family presented at this moment? Raped and humiliated by fiendish strangers, captives, and here they all were, stripped naked in front of these monsters. It made her feel faint.
Raoul and his friends began gulping down huge swigs of their peculiar home brew, pressing the bottle on to the members of the Draper family. Remembering last night, and the effect this wine had had on him, Don pretended to drink, but actually only let the strange sweet liquid barely touch his tongue. As the bottle went around to Beth and Sandy, he shot them a warning glance. Neither drank deeply, he could tell that at a glance. Thank God - maybe these assholes will get so drunk they'll pass out, he hoped fervently. Jamey, too, was wise to the dangers in that strangely-compelling liquor, pretending like his father to drink but let his mouthful spill back into the bottle.
The wine was having obvious effects on their captors. Their speech was becoming somewhat slurred, and their eyes began to show a distant glazed-over look, though they were a long way from total oblivion. Sandy was becoming alarmed, for it seemed Cherokee had totally forgotten his promise to her. As far as she could tell, he was getting as drunk as the rest of them. God, what will we do now? This just can't go on and on forever, she thought desperately.
Sal interrupted the horrible drunken scene, much to the Draper's relief. Holding her hand over a huge yawn, she made a move to leave the room.
"Come upstairs with me," Sal ordered Beth and Sandy. "You take care of my man there and the kid," she said to Raoul. "Come on. I want some sleep."
At this new development, Don's thoughts for escape sank. With Beth and Sandy separated from him, how in the hell could they make their getaway? He didn't have long to wait for an answer. Stumbling toward him, for all appearances dead drunk, Cherokee slumped to a heap beside Don and Jamey on the living room floor.
"Just play along with us, man," he winked at Don.
What the hell is going on? Suddenly, it dawned on Don that this evidently drunk character was not as drunk as he seemed. Puzzling over the man's words, Don realized he was being asked to act out the drunk role, too! Sure! That was it, pretend to get as drunk as the rest of them, Christ, they had to pass out sometime. Then he had some chance of getting his family the hell out of here, or at least finding a gun and forcing these nuts to return them to civilization! But what was this guy's part in it? Well, why worry about it now. They'd find out if he was friend or foe soon enough.
"Pass me the bottle," Don shouted to Raoul.
"Sure, help yourself man," he replied lazily, his words running together as the wine took hold on his brain.
Don took what looked like several good swallows, handing the jug over to his son. Jamey did the same, and soon both were pretending to be under the influence of the drink.
Tom and Jeff had long since passed out, snoring loudly from the places where they'd fallen, Tom sprawled on the couch, Jeff on the floor off to one side of the room. Only Raoul seemed to be hanging on to his alertness. Don decided he'd better pretend to be overcome with the wine, also, so he let his head fall to one side, shutting his eyes. Jamey lay down on the floor, lying relaxed as though he really was asleep.
Upstairs again in the same bedroom where Sandy and Jamey had spent their shameless night, Beth and Sandy were surprised that such a strong, clever woman as Sal would let herself be overcome by drinking. Everyone has a weakness, I guess. Or maybe she didn't give a damn at all, figuring they wouldn't have a chance of getting away, even if Beth and Sandy found the key while she slept.
Beth still clutched their clothes and handing Sandy's to her, they both began to dress silently in their shame-stained garments. Sal lay heavily sprawled, naked, on the bed, her full breasts rising and falling with each deep, drugged breath. Suddenly, they were startled to hear the faint sound of a key being turned in the lock from the outside. Quietly, the door was pushed open, and Cherokee stood, finger on his lips warning them to be silent. Beckoning to the frightened mother and daughter, he stood to one side letting them pass into the hall, and again closed the door, locking it behind him.
"I know you want to get away," he whispered. "These guys are crazy. When they get bored fucking you two and making your give family sex shows for them, they'll probably kill you. I don't dig that at all. Don't say anything now. Leave it all to me. And keep your mouths shut or we're all dead!"
His words needed no explanation. Eagerly, Beth and Sandy followed their liberator, asking no questions and tip-toeing carefully down the stairs. Oh, thank God, Don and Jamey were at the bottom of the stairs, somewhere they had found their clothes, and the reunited family thankfully drew together in silent relief, as Cherokee opened the front door. They could see he had a revolver stuck in his belt, and Don shuddered to think he might have to use it. It was still a long way to the van and the main highway yet!
What a nightmare. Not even forty-eight hours had passed and the Draper family had participated in the wildest, most perverted sex acts they had ever had in their lives! Not one of them would have ever dreamed of such perversion and debauchery. It was impossible for them to ever forget what each had done, what they had seen each other do sexually in front of total strangers!
Cherokee had a tense look on his face as he peered carefully around the deserted, weed-choked yard of the house. The van was parked not 50 yards away, yet the danger of one of the gang members catching them in the escape was a risk they must take to reach the vehicle.
"All right" Cherokee said softly, "Quick, after me. Don't panic, don't run. If they see us, if they shoot, keep on heading for the van. If I'm hit, grab the keys out of my hand and make a run for it yourself."
As he quit speaking and slipped noiselessly off the front porch, heading to the van, the Drapers obeyed his instructions, Don holding Beth's hand, hurrying her along, and Jamey guiding his sister, arm about her shoulder. Quickly, Cherokee opened the driver's door, reaching over to throw open the passenger side. Don helped Beth up, and she scrambled rapidly for the back of the vehicle, free now, where just a short time ago they had all ridden as prisoners. Don turned to lift Sandy into the back with her mother, and then he and Jamey squeezed themselves into the passenger seat.
"Don't slam the door!" Cherokee cautioned them," Just hang onto the handle till we clear this place, man!" He put the van into neutral, releasing the emergency brake and the huge vehicle began to roll down the incline of the road.
Suddenly, they heard shouts and turning to look back, Don could see Raoul leep off the front porch, gun in hand, followed by one of the other men. A bullet hit the side of the van, then another.
"Hit it, Cherokee!" Don shouted.
Cherokee needed no urging. Shifting the van into second, he popped the clutch and the van engine roared into life. As they lurched and bumped over the unimproved road, the still firing Raoul was left behind, running, naked in fruitless pursuit as the vehicle gained speed.
"Goddamn, we just made it," Jamey remarked.
"You two all right?" Don turned to ask the terrified Beth and Sandy, as they crouched on the van floor.
"I ... I guess so," Beth returned weakly. "Will they catch us, I mean, will they be able to follow?"
"Nah, I don't think so," Cherokee answered, "This is the only car, besides that broken down old truck Tillie and Mike are driving." Tillie and Mike were the man and woman the Drapers had seen on the first night. Evidently they had gone somewhere else. Well, thank God for that. At least they hadn't been forced to have sexual relations with everybody who lived in this weird place!
"There's a chance we might meet them driving along this road," he continued, "If I give a sign, all of you duck down. If they don't see you, no sweat. If they do, I'll ram the hell out of them with the van."
Don wondered if Mike and Tillie had guns, but what the hell, he'd worry about that danger when it happened.
"Hey, before we go much further, Mr. Draper," Cherokee's voice hardened, "I want a little straight talk from you on the matter of a small reward for what I'm doing for you."
Don should have figured this was coming. A guy like Cherokee wasn't helping them out of the pure kindness of his heart. Not if he had the pure gall to rape the hell out of a man's daughter, then sit there bold as balls on a brass monkey and ask the man for ransom money! it made him burn to have to deal with such a young man. Jesus, he's got us by the balls. Say no, and he might kill us himself. Or turn around and let his friends do the job!
"Well, uh . . . sure, I guess we can talk about it," Don replied, slowly, "What amount did you have in mind?"
Cherokee kept his eyes on the road. "Oh, how about $20,000 for starters," he said evenly.
"Twenty thousand!" Don retorted "I don't have $20,000 on me!"
"No, but you could get it, "Cherokee hinted.
Don decided he could get just as hard on this outlaw. "No, no, I'm afraid that's impossible. For one thing, withdrawing $20,000 would raise a lot of questions at the bank in my home town. Sure, I could get it, but I won't. And you won't force me, because you won't get it if you kill me. And killing any member of my family certainly won't get any money from me!"
This slowed Cherokee's thinking. Pondering for several seconds, he glanced at Don's firm set jaw. "Okay, how much money you got on you in traveler's cheques?"
"About $800," Don answered.
"Tell you what, cash those and give the money to me. Then I'll let you go," Cherokee offered.
"All right, fine," Don answered quickly, surprised the weirdo would settle so easily for such a lesser amount than he' d demanded. Who am I to question that, he thought.
"I see a truck coming!" Jamey suddenly exclaimed.
"Duck down!" Cherokee yelled, braking the van to slow it.
The Drapers did as they were told. Jamey somehow folded his six-foot length on the floor between the dashboard and the passenger seat, and Don leaned down over him, barely keeping his large frame from showing over the window. Sandy and Beth stayed low on the floor in the back. The van bounced to a stop, and the Drapers could hear the sound of the laboring pickup truck motor in low gear, as it came close to the van. Cherokee rolled down his window to talk to the truck occupants.
"Hey, man, where you going?" a strange man's voice could be heard asking.
"No place in particular. Thought I'd better go get some gas," Cherokee replied.
"Yeah, where's everybody else?" continued the voice, suspicious now.
"Back up at the place. I got tired of drinking, felt like going for a ride." Cherokee fell silent, offering no further information.
Suddenly, Beth sneezed, loudly. The dusty interior of the' van had irritated her sinuses, and she simply could not suppress the sneeze any longer.
"Wha . . . Who the hell's in there with you?" the voice shouted up at Cherokee. He was on to the scheme now.
Making no reply, Cherokee suddenly released the brakes and started forward. The van wasn't a fast vehicle, but headed downhill and with a head start, perhaps they could escape the couple in the truck before they returned to the house for help, or decided to take on the chase alone.
The cat was out of the bag. As Cherokee pressed the van for all it could give, Don and Jamey straightened themselves up. No use pretending now. They could see the truck turning around by looking in the rearview mirror of the van.
"Step on it," Don urged.
"Don't worry, man, we'll make it," Cherokee said calmly. "That piece of junk will never make it. I'll have us down to the main road and out to the freeway before they hardly get turned around. Once this baby gets rolling on the freeway, we'll lose them."
Don was glad Cherokee was so confident. He had his doubts himself, as the return ride down the dirt track they'd climbed the night before seemed to be endless.
"Hang on," Cherokee called, pushing the van to a foolhardy speed. It skidded and lurched around the curves with sickening movements.
Damn, these things are easy to capsize, that I know, Don thought. He hung on grimly to the dashboard in front of him, both he and Jamey bracing themselves for the next wild swing of the vehicle. Beth and Sandy clung desperately to the backs of the seats, often losing their grip and sliding wildly from one side of the van to the other over the smooth metal floor.
Abruptly, they reached the highway and Cherokee braked quickly, sending the truck skidding from the dirt and gravel track in the turn onto the pavement. He turned down the mountain, back in the direction they had come the night before. Maybe they could make it to the freeway before the pickup caught up with them.
Don was quite sure the pickup would catch up, and looked back anxiously. No sign of them yet.
The heavy tires squealed as Cherokee braked again for the first sharp road curve as they continued to descend the foothills in a series of hairpin turns and rugged curves. Beth gasped as the van swayed to one side, almost turning over on the sharper curves, but she was too frightened to say anything. Cherokee pushed the van to its furthest limits, driving in silence interrupted only by the noise of the hard-pressed brakes.
"Shit!" Cherokee swore. "Here they come." He'd been forced to put the van into low gear to keep from burning out the brakes. He stared into the rearview mirror, watching the pickup, which they lost from sight on each curve, but which reappeared again, gaining on them on the straight stretches.
Suddenly the pickup was right behind them and swinging out to the left.
"That asshole is going to try to push us off the road!" Don exclaimed.
"Oh, God, oh no, I don't want to die this way!" Beth screamed.
"Shut up, everybody, just shut up!" Cherokee ordered.
The pickup dropped back as Cherokee skidded the van around another curve, but it was right back next to them on the next straight stretch. The driver managed to get another burst of speed out of the old wreck, shooting the truck ahead even with the side of the van. Suddenly, Cherokee braked the heavy van, causing it to slide and skid sideways. The truck was caught in a fatal maneuver. As its driver tried to recover the wheel, he couldn't bring the old truck under control fast enough to steer into the next curve. It was too late. The old vehicle slid inexorably to the soft shoulder of the narrow winding road. The wheels left the pavement, hitting the loose gravel. The shocked Drapers were left with the terrible image of a young girl's open, screaming mouth through the closed window of the truck flashing by as the old wreck failed to respond to the brakes and shot out over the hillside, plummeting out of sight into the oak thickets hundreds of feet below.
"Oh, my God!" screamed Beth. Sandy screamed, and broke into hysterical sobs.
Cherokee said nothing. Grimly determined to get away from the whole operation before the police got on to it, he drove steadily onward, never stopping to see whether his fallen comrades were dead or alive.
"Christ, aren't you even going to stop?" Don cried.
"What is there to say, man?" Cherokee shrugged. "Helping them won't help me, or you. You may notbe able to handle it when I say it, Mr. Draper, but believe me, they're better off dead."
The reality of the situation was not lost on Don. Hell, yes. What could they do? Get the police? And explain the whole scene. That his wife wanted to complain that she'd been sexually abused. That she had enjoyed it. Forget it. Get the hell out of here and put the entire nightmare behind them.
After what seemed an eternity, they reached the freeway and Cherokee spoke to his still-captive group.
"My plan is to pick up your car," he said, "Should be still there where we hid it. We'll ditch the van."
After about an hour's drive or so, Cherokee pulled off at an exit and the Draper's now recognized where they were. They were now traveling along the secondary road they had driven just yesterday, little knowing what frantic experiences they were to have because of their innocent choice of picnic spots!
Cherokee stopped the van in the turn-around space of the dirt side road. He cautioned the Drapers to be on the lookout for anyone who might possibly turn down after them. Reaching for the rental car's license plates stuffed behind the driver's seat, he got out and walked through the vineyard rows to retrieve the abandoned car.
While Cherokee backed the car onto the road, Beth and Sandy scrambled through the family's luggage, which had never been removed from the van after their capture the day before. Oh, to get out of their torn and damaged clothing, to put on clean underwear and get rid of their wetly soaking nylon panties . . . moist reminders of the incredible amounts of hot male sperm which had been spewed up into their naked bodies in every way imaginable.
"Let's tidy ourselves up a bit," Beth called to her son and her husband.
Don and Jamey, too, were glad to put on fresh clothing over their sweat-caked bodies. All of them gave off heavy sex scents from their frenzied participation with their captors, but Don figured they could all clean up in a motel room tonight.
The way Don had it planned, they'd have to let this character stay with them tonight. He couldn't cash such a large amount in traveler's cheques at a motel. Have to wait till morning to get to a bank for that.
It was eleven o'clock that night when they finally checked into a motel room, after stopping at a roadside hamburger joint for a quick meal. Don had rented a suite, for Cherokee demanded they all stay in the same room together. Don found himself in one bedroom with Beth, and his son and daughter in the other room by the only door into the suite with Cherokee.
"I . . . I'm kind of afraid to let the kids go to sleep with that guy around," Beth murmured.
"Don't worry about it," Don brushed her worries aside, "Come on, this is the first time I've had a chance to have you to myself. If you'll lie down on your back for some freaks and fuck your head off, you damn right better do it for me!"
"Don!' Beth was shocked. But he was right. And she had enjoyed the animalistic love-making! A thrill of desire shot through her, thinking of her husband's reawakened lust for her body.
Quickly, they removed their clothing. No more false modesty for Beth as she threw her clothes to the floor and flung back the bedcovers and climbed eagerly into the bed next to her waiting husband. Immediately his hand thrust itself between her upper thighs and began to stroke possessively up and down their velvety smooth length. He meant to play with her body at his will, touch any part he chose, including her delicious newly awakened pussy. To hell with being tired and what they'd all been through. His cock wasn't tired, not by a long shot!
Beth felt his steady breathing becoming heavier and heavier as his head lay pillowed against her neck. Her hand couldn't resist reaching out to feel his stiffened penis, which practically jumped into her palm. She smiled to herself in the dim light of the bedside lamp and closed her fingers lovingly around his excitedly pulsating organ. Don's breath sucked in sharply. His hand became more demanding, closing in on the point of her desire, the curl-fringed cuntal split up between her erotically trembling thighs. "Oh, honey," he groaned. Suddenly, his middle finger wormed up into the damp moist split between her legs.
Beth moaned in response to his desire and she felt his cock begin to throb heavily in her softly stroking hand. Grunting, Don began to tease her more hotly with his finger, rotating it slowly around up inside her now wetly flowing pussy opening. He pushed two fingers inside her, the feeling so thrilling that Beth arched her back in response, spreading her legs to give his hand the full freedom of her cunt. Cries of pleasure emitted from her lips as his fingers worked deeper into her openly spread pussy.
Don's fingers were coated with the warm sticky liquid seeping from her now ecstatically aroused vagina as he moved to roll on top of her. The thought of his hardened male-cock flesh soon to be sunk deep inside her, filling her vagina completely, excited Beth even more.
"Oh, God, Don, I want to cum with you!" she pleaded.
Hastily, Don withdrew his wet fingers from her passion-drenched pussy and replaced them with his prodding swollen cock-tip. The bulbous head began to slip into her hot wet cunt-slit, pushed forward by his thick pulsing rod. He fucked forward slowly, inching his blood-engorged prick between the moist hot lips of her vagina. He would swiftly come to his climax, feeling the spreading and stretching of her cunt mouth around his relentlessly pressuring cock.
Their lewd sounds of pleasure were distinctly audible to the three young people in the next room, for Cherokee would not allow the door between the two rooms to be closed. Sandy wondered what he and her brother were thinking, as she lay between them on the huge queen-size motel bed. She sighed and shifted her body restlessly. Her parents didn't seem to care that she was lying there in the other room in bed with two men. You would think they would be worried about their fifteen-year old daughter but they were too far gone in the sex act to give Sandy much thought.
"Sandy?"
Hearing her brother' s voice in her ear startled Sandy. Of course he was hearing the same lewd sounds that she was!
"Uh huh," she muttered, pretending to be almost asleep. , "Hey, your old man's really giving it to your mom!" Cherokee chimed in gleefully. His hand reached out and grasped Sandy's slim hip, pressing his fingers meaningfully into her flesh.
Sandy held her breath. She reached out and took Jamey' s hand, placing it on her stomach. The three of them lay there, listening to the obscene cries of delight from Beth and the animal grunts from Don.
The sex sounds were beginning to have their effect on Sandy, or maybe she was reacting to the attentions of the two young males with their hot heavy hands on her body. Both hands began to move stroking over her soft flesh, causing her to grind her hips impatiently around on the mattress.
"Feel me, baby!" Cherokee whispered, and Sandy complied immediately, seeking his thick shaft with her trembling fingers. Jamey took her other hand, guiding it firmly to his own swollen hardness. Erotic warmth shot through the young girl's body as she held the two male's erect penises in her small girlish hands. Silently, she massaged each penis, feeling them jump to life with quickly pulsing spasms as she stroked them teasingly up and down.
"Mmmm," Cherokee groaned, "Go down on me, baby, and suck it!"
Releasing her brother's lust-inflated penis, Sandy obediently wriggled to the foot of the bed, till her head was poised above Cherokee's desire-hardened shaft. Crawling over him, she worked her body between his legs, shoving them apart and kneeling between his open thighs. Lowering her face directly over his ever-hardening cock, she began to massage his testicles with one hand.
"Oh, sweetheart, open your mouth and suck it now," Cherokee urged.
Sandy opened her lips and snaked her tongue out onto the velvety head of his cock. Experimentally, she tongued the thin, vertical little slit at the end of the bulbous tip, probing into the tiny opening for the warm drop of seminal fluid that had already seeped out from the aroused man. Her saliva flowed, tasting the exciting male liquid in her mouth.
"Oh, that's good, baby!" he groaned, "Now, tighten your lips around it, Honey, and suck it hard!" And he himself shoved his massive organ further into her hot wet mouth, unable to put up with her teasing any longer. Sandy struggled to keep from choking on the bulk of the spongy head as he slithered it hotly up between her teeth and over her tongue, filling her throat with the end of it.
At the same time, she felt her buttocks being firmly grasped and held from behind, as Jamey, unable to hold himself back, began to assert his aroused male lust. It was incest, but at the same time the excitement in her body grew at the debasing thought of her own older brother's cock fucking wetly up into her pussy while she sucked another man's cock. She could feel the mattress dip, as he kneeled behind her putting his full weight onto his knees. A shudder of desire went through her, as she felt the tip of his cock part her moistly quivering pussy lips from behind. She began to rotate her buttocks back at him in lewd invitation for her brother to fuck her, as he pushed his thickly burgeoning penis up into the warm, moistly waiting folds of her cunt.
In the next room, Don was fucking hard like a wildly pistoning engine into his wife's hungrily receptive cunt. Thrusting his cock into her hard working vagina was like plunging it in and out of warmly surrounding butter, the feeling was so sensuously arousing that his strokes quickened in rapid tempo. Faintly aware, he could hear the voices of the three young people in the next room but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. God knows, he didn't care and it wouldn't have made any difference. His mind was concentrated upon his lewd fucking of his wife's hotly churning body wriggling wildly around under his rhythmically pounding cock. He was too busy to pay any attention to the dimly-heard sounds in the next room.
Even so, as he worked over his wife's body, he couldn't help but hear in his sub-conscious the sounds in the other room, as they grew louder and more insistent. All of a sudden it hit him, Sandy was being fucked by her own brother! And what was she doing to that other character? Don knew he wouldn't just sit there idly watching the show! He heard Cherokee tell his daughter to "suck harder" and knew that she must be sucking the man off! His fifteen-year old child actually had her young virginal mouth filled with her captor's glistening cock! And she wasn't fighting it at all, on the contrary, he could hear low sounds of pleasure emit from her cock-filled throat while her ass ground around in delight with the hard-driving fucking from behind.
It was hard to take. His daughter had been debauched by all these weird sexual experiences at the hands of their perversely-minded captors, and she had obviously been morally ruined by her treatment. Here was the proof - opening her legs willingly to her brother and taking another man's cock into her mouth, taking on any man and any sexual act. But, wait, not twenty-four hours ago he himself had rapaciously forced his cock up into her almost-virgin young cunt. Had he been the cause of her moral breakdown?
"What are you thinking about?" Beth whispered, as the tempo of Don's thrusts had slowed and then halted completely. "Please don't stop fucking me now," she panted.
Don shook his head, his daughter's obvious sexual pleasure renewing his own intense need to climax. The wet, smacking noises and groans of pleasure coming from the next room made Don's cock ache. The need to fuck overcame any remaining scruples he may have had about his daughter's morality and the three-way sexual relationship she was having next door. Don cupped his hands down under his wife's smoothly grinding asscheeks and forced her cunt harder up on his rigid thick pole while she moaned wildly, her orgasm bursting crazily through her nakedly writhing body. His own climax was coming too, and as he felt Beth's cunt juices flow hotly out around the sides of his heavily fucking hardness, his bursting testicles erupted and his burning hot sperm shot rocket-like upward into her receptively milking pussy. He squirted it as deep up into her eagerly devouring cunt as he could, ramming his thigh-fronts against her upturned asscheeks to push his wildly spewing cock further and deeper into her copiously gushing pussy slit.
Sandy had by now adjusted herself to her brother's punishing rod fucking deeply into her sisterly pussy from behind, and sucked furiously, lips widely ovaled around her captor's lustfully throbbing organ. She made one hand busy, sliding it to the base of the thick shaft protruding obscenely out from her widely stretched young mouth and lovingly cupping the sperm-filled testicles hanging next to her face, gently kneading them as she sucked noisily on and on!
Sandy had no control over her own body, it was at the mercy of these two young men, and they were using her as they wanted. All she could do was suck or swirl her diligently working little tongue as fast as she could around the blood-engorged cock lodged deep up in her mouth. Suddenly, the rigid organ jerked spasmodically deep in her throat and she felt Cherokee's hand come up to her face, tightening on her head and pulling it in line with his heavily exploding cockhead. His warm male fluid filled her throat in huge flooding spurts and her throat convulsed as she was forced to swallow it in great gulps to avoid suffocating on the wildly cascading flood of sperm. God, she had never imagined how much cum squirted out from a cumming man's cock!
At the same moment, Sandy gave a muffled cry of joy as her brother's fucking into her from behind had pushed her, too, to the point of cumming. Jamey felt a full gush of liquid warm wetness flood out around his cock and he forced her pussy backward onto his rod as she released Cherokee's now-deflated prick from her sperm-drenched mouth. Jamey could not hold back any longer, and his cum-bloated balls demanded him to spew out his virile young liquid into his sister's hungrily devouring young cunt. He groaned, arching his back for the final wild pleasure, fucking deeply to bring up the surging cum within him, his straining body sweating as his orgiastic release jetted out high up into his sister' s gratefully accepting pussy. His male build-up suddenly and completely spent,, he released his grip on her buttocks, letting his cock-head jerk out the final drops of creamy semen onto her cum-drenched cervix up inside. He had forced every inch of himself into her and with reluctance felt his once-hard cock deflate, slipping wetly from her sperm-drenched pussy to hang limply between his now-relaxed thighs.
All of them fell exhaustedly full length onto the big bed, ignoring the full-fledged fucking Don was administering to his wife in the next room. His prick slithered in and out of her cunt with wet, obscene sluicing sounds. It was sticky wet with a coating of liquid secreted out hotly by her almost exploding vagina.
"Ooooh, Don, that's it!" Beth urged him on, her hips grinding frantically into the mattress. "Fuck me faster!"
Don could hardly believe the obscene words coming from his wife's lips and the excitement of hearing them made him fuck into her so hard and fast his balls slapped against her asscheeks like a hand spanking her buttocks. He could not hold back one more second, his balls were so weighted with semen he thought they would burst if he didn't spew it out deep inside her hot little belly right now!
His inward fuck-strokes pounded on hammer-like into her nakedly grinding buttocks, till suddenly, he felt the hot, white liquid of her cum explode out around his heavily driving hardness as her release hit her like a fist in the belly! Well, one thing those other fuckings did for her, he thought happily, it had cured his frigid wife forever! She'd never turn down his need to fuck again in her life. She needed it as bad as he did, now! Exulting, Don's own cum exploded, his cock stiffening for the jetting of his cum which squirted out from his cock-head in a thin, hotly streaming rush. He could feel the tip pressing back the end of her cervix as his warmly gushing semen flooded wildly out into her orgiastically dilating cunt passage. It made him grin to think of her cervix bathed, this time, with her own cum, as well as his, instead of all those others.
Teasingly, he slowly withdrew his deflated penis, letting it drop wetly onto Beth's smooth inner thigh.
"Mmmmm, Don, darling," she murmured, "I never knew it could be like this."
Don rolled off her at-last satisfied body, taking her into his arms. "Maybe we should get some sleep now," he laughed with easy satisfaction, cupping her luscious buttocks into the hollow of his big thighs, his hands filled with her ripe, love-mellowed breasts.
And so the strange group slept, exhausted by the perverse sexual demands that had been forced upon them during their two-day captivity.
Awaking the next morning, Don urged all of them to get up, wanting to get started and get this Cherokee fellow out of their lives altogether. Who knows, perhaps the highway patrol had found the wrecked truck and its two occupants last night - even traced the incident to the farmhouse and Raoul's bunch. The Drapers might be implicated if a search was being made for Cherokee's whereabouts. Of course, they were completely innocent but there might be embarrassing questions to answer - possibly even a court trial where they might be called as witnesses! Don could imagine his wife and daughter on the witness stand, in front of judge and jury and everyone, telling the public about the sexual debauchery in which they had participated.
The five of them took turns showering and dressing and finally made their way to the motel coffee shop for breakfast. It was decided that the Drapers would return to San Francisco where Don would cash their travelers cheques, giving the ransom money to Cherokee as he had promised. Cherokee agreed to let them go their way after he had the cash, saying he had friends in the city where he could crash for a while.
The return drive to San Francisco took about three hours, and it struck the Drapers as very strange how they had changed since starting up this same highway just over seventy-two hours ago. Before they had been captured by this strange group of people, the family had actually been secretly glad their vacation was about to come to an end. How things had changed! Their sexual desires had been awakened to infinite variety, and the idea of being together to experiment on each other's bodies was wonderfully appealing.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon by the time Don had cashed the traveler's cheques and given Cherokee the money. They drove their former captor to a spot around North Beach and let him out, where he was soon lost from sight among the crowds of weirdly dressed people who milled up and down the sidewalks in every direction.
The Drapers watched Cherokee disappear with mixed emotions. A strange, almost sick person on one hand, yet their liberator on the other.
"Well, shall we try for the same sort of room arrangements tonight?" Don winked at Beth, turning to his daughter and son in the back for their approval. Only a short time left of their vacation, Don was thinking - but what a great week and a half it will be!
The rest of the Drapers could guess what was on Don's mind from the suggestive smile on his face when he looked at the three of them. From now on, they'd all be sharing a suite of rooms on this trip - anything was possible!
"Sure, Dad, that's a great idea," Jamey answered.
It was early evening when the Drapers checked into their motel room. Don made the arrangements for double adjoining rooms. The desk clerks paid no attention to the family's room arrangements, even if they had, they would probably have assumed the daughter and mother would share one bed, the father and son the other.
Fortunately, the clerks will never know what actually went on the those rooms rented out by a seemingly normal American family group from the mid-West. But you do!