Janie Lee Calloway was so excited she almost felt drunk. The lushly curved seventeen year old brunette was on her own at last. Her father had worked overtime in the Kentucky coal mines so the eldest of his nine daughters would have a chance to escape the drudgery of their daily lives. He had bought her a battered wreck of a car for fifty dollars from a junk dealer and spent the last nine months getting the engine in good shape. And now Janie planned to spend the next few months of her summer vacation working as a waitress in the Blue Ridge Mountains so that she would have enough money for college.
The beautiful virginal teenager had tearfully bid farewell to her family who huddled together in the drizzling rain to wish her good luck and to tell her to be careful. It was the first time anyone had left Red Hollow, Kentucky, a place so small it was not found on any map of the state of Kentucky and the parting was tearful. But now as she drove along her thoughts on the future, Janie Lee felt an exhilaration to be free of the poor life she had left. She would not miss the shack that her family lived in which was rented from the Dorland Mine Company nor the makeshift room she shared with five of her sisters.
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Unnoticed by Janie the rain had become a hard driving sheet increasing from the slow drizzle of the morning. She switched on the windshield wipers and gripped the steering wheel tightly. As she drove along the banks of the river she became aware of the fact that the river was reaching dangerously high levels. Kentucky had been having unseasonally high rain fall during the past week and the radio weather forecast had hinted of flood conditions if the downpour from the heavens didn't cease. The lovely teenager had not paid much attention to these storm warnings when she left home. Her entire being was keyed to the adventures that lay ahead and not on silly weather forecasts.
Yet as the hours passed and the rain didn't let up and became a thick sheet of water and she had to slow her battered old car down to a crawl on the dirt road going up to the mountains, her ripe young breasts began to rapidly rise and fall with her growing fear. Janie Lee knew it was too late to turn back to the main highway, and she bit her lip as she tried to recall the gas station attendant's exact words, remembering how his eyes had swept hungrily over her high-breasted young body as he spoke.
"Keep on the dirt road that winds around the river and gradually it starts climbing up to a forked road marked 'Denton.' Take that road and just keep on up till you get to the lodge at the top. The one marked 'Denton' is a private hunting lodge where some rich people live so don't take that one. They shoot poachers." He had laughed at this last statement and Janie flared thinking that it was some reference to her poor background but then realized she was being paranoid and that the gas station attendant couldn't possibly know anything about her.
Janie Lee was now in a real quandary. She could see that parts of the road ahead were washed out and her car was getting gradually bogged down in the wet muck she was driving through. It was flash flooding and the inexperienced young driver was unable to handle the situation any longer. A wave of panic shuddered through her soft young body. She hadn't seen a single other vehicle on this narrow road since she'd turned onto it and the man at the service station had told her that the vacation season hadn't really started yet so she wouldn't encounter much traffic if any and had convinced her to take along a five gallon container of gas in case her old car was using more fuel than she'd planned on.
The frightened brunette felt her moist palms slip on the cold steering wheel as the car lurched along on the mud road and her smooth, glowing skin turned chalk-white with fear.
Then the motor suddenly coughed with a bone-chilling grinding sound and Janie Lee held her breath, squinting vainly against the rain-splattered windshield. For the first time, it occurred to the alarmed teenager that she might actually be stranded here on this desolate road. She cursed herself for not having listened to the storm warnings more carefully. She wished she'd waited out the storm instead of driving right into it like a fool.
A couple of her girlfriends from Red Hollow had hinted that she wouldn't be so high and mighty once she got a job at a resort. When Janie asked what they meant they grinned and told her they'd heard stories about the waitresses at the resorts. They ran wild with all the other men working at the hotels and they told Janie that she'd have a hard time keeping her legs together for very long.
"I'm only going to save money for college," Janie Lee explained hotly. "I'm going to work all the time I can. I'm just not interested in that other stuff."
Her face flushed and she tried to hide her embarrassment beneath an awkward smile, not wanting her friends to know she was square-or to know that she was still a virgin at seventeen. Why most of the girls in Red Hollow were married and had babies by the time they were fifteen! She'd clung tenaciously to her virginity all through high school, while the boys watched her soft young body fill out in voluptuous ripeness, and she resisted with all her might any attempt to go beyond simple petting. She knew she was being ridiculously old-fashioned by her girlfriends' modern stands, but she still earnestly dreamed of surrendering her virginity only to the man who married her even though they told her she belonged in the 1900's and not in the 1970's.
But now, high on this rapidly washing out road, her dreams were abruptly shattered when the car's engine faltered again and then died, and for a moment Janie thought her heart would stop with it.
Frantically, she tried to start it again, listening helplessly as the battery slowly ground down. A minute later, she could only hear a faint click from the starter. Janie Lee fought down her rising panic with an effort of will. She suddenly felt chilled to the bone and she groped through her suitcase in the back seat for a heavy sweater. Struggling in the cramped interior and shivering with cold and fright, she took off her coat and slipped the sweater over the one she already wore, then put her coat on again but even this brief warmth didn't last long and her generously curved young body began to shiver again with chilling cold and panic.
Experimentally, she opened the door of her car wondering whether she should try and hike back down to the road but she quickly slipped into the water up to her knees and got back into the car and slammed the door. Janie quietly realized how utterly hopeless her situation was. She was at least five miles off the main highway on a seldom-used dirt road, caught in a flash flood that had descended out of the gray sky like a cold swift rage. She'd heard that these things ended as quickly as they began but by then it might be too late. She could be drowned in her own car by then.
She knew that a family from down in Harlan County had died in just such a way and a terrible sense of dread swept over her. The realization that it was late afternoon-almost evening-and that she might not live until nightfall brought tears to Janie's large brown eyes. She told herself it wasn't fair it couldn't happen. She was only seventeen years old.
And as the sobbing teenager shivered helpless and alone in her stranded water a horrifying new realization struck her that seemed to her at that bleak moment even worse than the threat of death itself. All the years Janie had fiercely clung to her virginity against eager, panting Kentucky boys and smooth-talking older men now began to haunt her and brought sobs of frustration from her wide-lipped mouth.
"Dear God, don't let me die, she prayed miserably, to die without ever even having been loved by a man! I'll never know what sex is like ... please God, let me live!
The beautiful brunette teenager could feel the numbness creeping gradually up her long tapered legs and along her arms, and she fought desperately against the drowsiness that had begun to steal over her like a subtle poison. Her soft sobbing was broken now by deep yawns and her long lashed eyelids began to droop heavily against her will. Her terror was seeking refuge in sleep ... calm peaceful sleep. Her sense of time was fading; had minutes or hours passed?
Janie thought of her mother and father, and how proud they'd been of their pretty daughter and her strong character and intelligence. How hard her father had worked to get his eldest daughter away from the miserable life in the coal mines. But as the water cascaded in rivers around the old car with savage intensity, it stung Janie Lee that it was horribly unfair to end like this, alone and helpless while her girlfriends were safe at home in Red Hollow or in bed with their boyfriends moaning and thrashing in wanton arousal and enjoying passionate thrills while she faced oblivion, doomed to die with her preciously guarded virginity intact.
I want to live, God, she prayed fiercely, her heart thudding with panic as the cold slowly -edged up over the sleek flesh of her thighs and upper arms, let me live and I'll never say no to another man or boy. I swear I'll have sex whenever they want.
Through tear-stained eyes, she saw the lights dim on her dashboard panel as the battery began to die. Once her headlights and taillights went out Janie knew she might not even be spotted if another car did come by. She had the terrifying sensation that when the panel lights dimmed forever, so would the life still coursing through her radiant body.
If only she'd surrendered to the countless boys who'd tried to seduce her since her breasts and buttocks had flowered into lush development at the age of thirteen! At least she would go to her death with vivid memories of love instead of this gnawing, miserable exit, instead of feeling horribly cheated by her own stubborn virtue.
The lights on the dashboard grew steadily fainter and it was difficult for Janie to keep her eyes open even for a few seconds. A terrible and yet delicious sense of warmth and security had stolen over her entire body now, and she could feel the deep void of sleep reaching out to her, caressing her tender flesh like the fingers of a gentle lover, beckoning to her with irresistible power.
"My God, I'm only seventeen years old and I've never been fucked!" she sobbed, now using the lewd word that she refused to use although it was common with all her friends. "I've never felt a big cock inside my cunt and I never will now...."
Through heavy-lidded eyes, Janie saw it growing dark outside and she wondered in astonishment at how fast night had fallen-until she realized with chilling terror that the darkness was only in her mind, that she was beginning to lose consciousness rapidly as the warm cocoon of death began to weave around her soft young body like a shroud.
"No, don't let me die," the sleepy brunette whispered desperately. "I can't die without even knowing what it's like to have a cock inside me. Why me?"
She felt her head sag forward on her slowly heaving breasts and her leaden eyelids felt too heavy to open. She felt so deliciously warm it was impossible not to yearn for the deep sleep that embraced her cold-numbed body. From a great distance she heard the rain pelting outside her stranded flooded car, and it occurred to her that she was dying unloved, still a precious virgin in the middle of nowhere....
"God, I'll never say no again. They can do anything to me. Just let me live." Dimly, she felt her tears course icily down her cheeks.
In the long violent hours of the depraved nights to come, Janie Lee Calloway would remember those words with astonishing clarity.
CHAPTER TWO
Janie thought she must be dreaming because she heard voices and she felt a chilling blast of air enter the car and rain strike her face. Hands tugged roughly at her arms and Janie protested faintly that she wanted to sleep. She felt her body lifted up easily by powerful arms and water coursed down her face as she moaned deliriously, and then she was suddenly warm again, being eased down into soft leather.
The groaning teenager thought someone was rubbing her cheek and with a feeble shock she realized a hand was slapping her face harshly, with brutal insistence.
Janie Lee's eyelids began to flutter open reluctantly. She didn't want to leave the deep warmth of her final sleep but the hand kept bringing her back.
"Never ... please God ... anything," she moaned and then everything went black again.
But fifteen minutes later, Janie was fully conscious again and aware that she was in the back seat of another car with two other people. There were four of them altogether, two couples in the big Land Rover besides Janie. They maintained a tense silence as the big four wheel drive vehicle plowed through the mud at a sluggish crawl. Slowly, Janie realized how close she'd come to dying and how lucky she was to have been rescued on the verge of her final sleep by these strangers. Her cheeks still stung from the slapping they'd given her to revive her, but now she was grateful for it.
"Where are we?" she asked groggily to the dark-haired woman beside her.
"On the way to the lodge, we hope," the woman sighed. "If we can make it before the car stalls. If we can't honey, we may all be pushing up daisies together."
"Shut up Gina," the man beside her said. "Don't even think like that. It's only a couple more miles to Denton. We'll make it-won't we Fred?"
"Christ, this Land Rover can just about slog through anything but even it can't make it if the water gets any higher over the wheels."
"We'll make it," the blonde woman beside the driver said in a husky, completely self-assured voice. There was a tone of command in her sultry voice that silenced any further discussion and the huge vehicle groaned as it struggled forward through the rising flood waters. The woman beside Janie offered her a cigarette, but the dazed brunette politely shook her head, not bothering with her usual reply that she neither smoked nore drank.
Now the full impact of her narrow escape from death struck Janie so forcefully that her ripely curved young body began to tremble in a delayed reaction to shock. She must have come with a minute or two of falling into a final coma! If it hadn't been for these wonderful people she would be a bloated corpse trapped inside her car, her tender, virginal body drowned and lifeless in the tomb of her own car....
The grateful teenager felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked at her rescuers, dimly outlined in the dashboard light. She couldn't see the driver but the woman beside him wore a mink coat and her profile was strikingly beautiful with her blonde hair intricately coiled at the nape of her neck. The woman beside Janie in the back seemed to be in her mid-twenties, with long flowing dark hair and a sharply featured but striking profile. The man next to her-her husband, Janie sensed instinctively was handsome enough, although his face was tense and brooding as he stared at the rushing torrent of water outside the window.
They were rich, obviously, and the car they were driving was an expensive imported Land Rover. Janie wondered if they were headed for the mountain resort too, and then realized with a sinking dread that maybe they wouldn't make it that far.
The big vehicle's engine suddenly gave an ominous cough and chills of apprehension raced up Janie's spine, making her shiver wildly in spite of the car's warmth. No! I can't go through this again! To have been saved at the last minute, only to go through the whole torturous ordeal over again, to wallow in regret and desperation once more was almost more than she could endure. Her final words echoed again in her mind: She'd sworn that she would never say no to a man again if she lived and although the terrified virgin knew that the promise had been made in sheer panic and that she had no intention of keeping it once she was safe, the wild lascivious thought occurred to her that she might at least be able to have her first and final fuck if this car, too, became a waterlogged tomb. There were two men in the car and if Janie confessed she was a virgin and begged them not to let her die that way....
Again the engine faltered and the driver blurted: "Oh shit, I hope it's not flooded the carburetor. Maybe we can make it on foot to .the lodge, Lenore."
The blonde beside him calmly lit a cigarette before she replied, her pink tongue darting out to lick a shred of tobacco from her sensually full lips. "I told you we'll make it, Fred. It's only another mile. Push this thing through the muck. Jam your foot on the gas and let's go."
The car lurched heavily forward like a tractor, grinding and laboring against the wheel-high water as the five of them hunched tensely on their seats. Janie watched the fine-featured blonde in the front seat with awe and admiration, amazed at her strong will and sensing that she was one of the rare women who always got what they wanted. In the soft light of the dashboard, the woman seemed almost diabiolically sensual with her gleaming eyes and full, ripe mouth.
The Land Rover couldn't have been going more than five miles an hour in the torrential downpour and an electrifying tension had settled over all of them as the minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness, as the whining engine coughed again and again with spine-chilling frequency.
"Jesus Christ, we're almost there," the driver muttered. "Lenore, there's the gate. Shit, another hundred yards and we're in fat city. We can walk it from here!"
Janie Lee felt a glow of exultation sweep through her trembling body. She was alive and safe now, and her desperate promises to herself in the throes of her panic meant nothing. Anyone in her position would have sworn the same obscene thing, she told herself firmly. And no one would ever know her secret desires or her lewd rashness. Janie was safe, still uncorrupted and she told herself proudly she would stay that way until her romantic dreams of surrendering her treasured virginity to a husband were fulfilled.
The big land vehicle swung off the flooded roadway toward the gate and with a final splutter the water soaked engine died. In the beam of the headlights, Janie could see the shadow of a huge stone lodge twenty yards away through the pouring rain.
"Come on gang," the driver said, and a moment later he was out of the car and trudging through the deep snow toward the cabin. The others quicklyy followed him, Janie anxiously trailing, gasping as her bare legs plunged into the mud up to her knees. A minute later she was standing inside the dark cold cabin with the others, hugging her coat around her high-breasted body and peering at her companions.
"The power is off," the driver said tersely. "Phone's out too. But everything is okay-we've got lanterns, stacks of firewood, and plenty of food stocked up. Paul, light a lantern and we'll light the fire. It's colder than hell in here."
They all huddled eagerly by the fireplace until a log began to crackle, and then another and another. Within ten minutes, the gasoline soaked logs were blazing and filling the huge living room with gusts of heat. Janie sighed blissfully as she looked around the big, lavishly furnished lodge and then stared curiously at her rescuers by the light of the fire.
The blonde named Lenore had taken off her mink and now stood gazing into the crackling flames with luminous blue eyes and a smile of triumph on her wide-lipped mouth. Her expensive dress clung tightly to her superbly rounded breasts and small waist, and beneath her lush hips, her legs were long and shapely and she had a deep tan as though she'd spent some time in Palm Beach or the Caribbean.
In spite of her statuesquely curved body, her face betrayed a hint of dissipation and there was a suggestion of cruelty to her smile that made Janie shiver in the intense heat of the fire. She reeked with the casual assurance of the rich, and although her figure was stunning, Janie Lee guessed that she must be close to forty. Lenore's blue eyes suddenly lifted and bored into Janie's with such a strange light the embarrassed girl quickly looked away, toward the blonde woman's husband.
He was watching the woman with the sharp profile and the long, shimmering dark hair. Janie was struck by how much he looked like a whiskey ad in a glossy magazine. He was in his mid-forties, with temples a distinguished silver, and he had the lean, athletic body of a tennis or handball player. There was something depraved and hungering about his smooth face that sent involuntary shivers of repulsion through Janie's teenage flesh. He was staring at the other man's wife as though he wanted to tear her clothes off and rape her right there, in front of her husband!
And as if to add to the bizarre tension in the lodge, the dark-haired woman was gazing back at the blonde's husband with an unashamed, smoldering appeal in her flashing black eyes. She was only twenty-four or twenty-five, Janie guessed, and her angular face had an air of outright greed as she flashed a seductive smile at Lenore's husband.
She was slender and sinuous her sharply pointed breasts and nipples obviously braless beneath her dress, her taut ass-cheeks surprisingly full and round for her lissome body. She was a startling contrast to the blonde's voluptuous ripeness and yet in her own strange way she was flagrantly sexy, especially with her full-fleshed buttocks, as though she were unconsciously begging to be ravished back there, Janie thought with shame. The mere idea of such an obscene act caused a painful tingle in the brunette's own plump ass-cheeks as she automatically flexed them together at the thought.
The dark-haired woman's husband was passing drinks around on a tray, and as he crossed in front of Janie, his eyes lingered on her proudly upthrust breasts.
"Thank you, I don't drink," she murmured.
"Drink it," Lenore ordered, smiling. "It's cognac and you need it, sweetie. You had one hell of a close call today. A couple of minutes more in that car and you would have been a dead minnow no matter how hard Fred slapped you."
Janie hesistated and then took the brandy snifter, not wanting to seem like an ungrateful, unsophisticated hick. She sipped the amber liquid and wrinkled her nose, sucking in her breath as a tingle of heat exploded in her stomach. She didn't like the burning taste, but the warmth in her belly and the sudden excited feeling it gave her made her gulp the rest of it eagerly down, so that she had to cough to catch her breath. She began to feel very awkward and uneasy as the two older couples stared at her with unsettling interest, running their eyes up and down her plumply curved teenage body. Even the women! Janie realized with an eerie sensation of alarm. They were all so strange....
"Well, it looks like we're going to be stuck in for the weekend," Fred spoke up, hoisting his drink with a grin. "Even if the rain stops, it'll take a couple days for the water to go down so I can drive back to the highway to get the power lines restored. We may as well have one long party, gang----"
"Yes, especially now since we have a surprise mystery guest," the dark-haired woman's husband said with a broad grin, his eyes boldly measuring Janie's high breasts and long smooth legs. Then Lenore moved close to the uneasy teenager, questioned her briefly and made the introductions, while her fingers lightly caressed Janie's waist. It's only a gesture of affection after what we've all gone through, Janie told herself quickly, but she couldn't deny the odd undercurrent of excitement building up in the lodge or the growing sense of dread she felt, the unexplainable fear of being utterly trapped with these strangers.
Janie Lee explained how she'd been on her way to her job at the Blue Mountain resort when the rains struck, and as she recalled her narrow escape she was seized again with an overpowering gratitude toward her rescuers. How could she fear these rich, beautiful people when they'd saved her life?
"I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for that," she blurted out to Lenore, aware that the striking blonde's fingers still caressed her hip.
"You will," Lenore assured her in a husky voice, licking her lips. "Believe me, Janie Lee Calloway, you will."
The naive brunette frowned but before she could ask Lenore what she meant, Fred suggested that they get dinner going. They had an abundance of canned food stored up and they used the fireplace to heat frankfurters and beans, all of them sitting on the fur rug as they wolfed down their food. The adults plied Janie with cognac and by the time they'd finished eating, the teenager felt giddy and exhilarated, awed by the apparent wealth of Fred and Lenore Mason and deeply impressed by their casual assurance and nonchalant conversation about their various homes around the country and abroad.
Janie discovered that Fred Mason owned about sixty percent of the stock of Dorland Mines and this was his hunting lodge. Paul Cazan, the dark-haired woman's husband, was one of his business advisors, and it was evident too that both he and his wife, Gina, were eager to impress the Masons with their enthusiasm and admiration. The younger couple were eager to impress but even in her innocence of business and social life, Janie sensed that Gina Cazan was the driving force behind her husband's amibition, and from the way she flaunted her slim, provocative body at Fred Mason it was obvious she was willing to sacrifice anything to climb the social ladder. But Janie was even more startled when she realized Fred's wife didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
Too, the tipsy brunette was baffled by some of their odd phrases: Janie caught the words "swinging" and "swings both ways" a few times in the couples' conversation and she felt her skin with embarrassment when Lenore kept staring at her legs, stretched out and crossed on the bear skin rug.
Then to Janie's shocked amazement she saw Fred's fingers dart down to Gina's smooth-fleshed thigh and slowly begin to caress her there, edging upward beneath the hem of her dress. Lenore's husband and Paul's wife stretched on their backs on the fur skin, facing each other, oblivious to the others as Fred's hand rubbed higher up Gina's thighs while the dark-haired woman boldly fondled the bulge in the front of his pants.
Janie could hardly believe her young eyes! Her face red with embarrassment, the dark-haired teenager nevertheless couldn't tear her eyes from the shocking spectacle. Gina's lips were parted and her hips were undulating as Fred's hand disappeared up beneath her dress. Janie knew he was squeezing and stroking her pubic mound, and to add to the seventeen year old virgin's horror she could clearly see the long thick outline of the mine owner's prick straining at his pants as Gina lovingly stroked it with her fingers.
"I ... I think I'd like to go to sleep now," Janie whispered to Lenore, who sat beside her with a mocking smile, watching the couple on the rug with an intense gleam in her eye. Janie was utterly perplexed at the blonde's reaction and when she glanced over at Gina's husband her bewilderment was complete. He too seemed immensely excited as he watched his own wife moan and squirm her hips with rising passion, while another man was obviously finger-fucking Gina through her panties!
"I want to go to bed now," Janie repeated to Lenore in a tremulous voice. "Where can I sleep?"
"Right here," Lenore said sharply, finally turning to face the shocked brunette. "If you go into one of the bedrooms you'll freeze to death without heat. We'll all have to stay by the fire and keep it going. It's nice and cozy here," Lenore added in a throaty voice, resting her fingers on Janie's soft thigh, staring down at the smooth white flesh with an expression that made the girl shiver with apprehension.
Suddenly, Janie was aware that they were all watching her intently, even Fred and Gina who were still openly stroking each other's loins with lewdly caressing fingers. And as the seventeen year old virgin glanced nervously at each of their faces in turn, a sensation of profound fear began rippling through her veins. They were watching her as though she were a helpless rat in a trap, and their eyes were so blatantly lustful that Janie began to tremble with rising dread.
For the first time she saw her rescuers in a different light when she realized how totally helpless she was with these four bizarre strangers, trapped in their hunting lodge, cut off by the flood completely from civilization. They were unlike anyone she'd ever met. How could Lenore be so calm, even amused, while her husband was obscenely fondling another man's wife only a few feet away? And Paul, too, seemed almost feverishly aroused at the sight of his own wife stroking another man's erection right before his eyes, while Fred was unashamedly toying with her cunt! All of them were drastically different from the poor but honest miners and their wives Janie had known all her life.
But the frightened brunette's terror had a deeper source: There was an electrifying air of suspense in the room, an aura of impending violence that made Janie want to leap up and flee from the weird vibrations.
The pelting rain outside bluntly reminded her she had nowhere to go. Summoning the firmest voice she could muster, Janie said:
"I don't know why you're all staring at me like that but I wish you'd stop it! I'm tired. I want to go to sleep ... if you'll give me a blanket I'll sleep in the corner there and not bother you...."
Lenore broke the heavy silence that followed with a coarse laugh, her fingers harshly squeezing the tender flesh of Janie's silken thigh.
"You're our surprise mystery guest, honey. It's our duty to entertain you and, I might add, vice-versa. There are five of us here, all stuck for the weekend in this room, so we may as well have a good time. After all, we did save your life and weren't you telling us a little while ago how badly you wanted to repay us? Well, a gorgeous young thing like you ought to be able to manage a debt like that ... Good Christ, your little cunt is hot!"
With a cry of shocked horror, Janie suddenly became aware that the blonde woman's fingers had slid unnoticed up under her dress while she'd talked, so adroitly that the startled virgin was paralyzed with shock for a moment while Lenore gently squeezed her pubic mound through the sheer material of her panties. Quickly, Janie flung Lenore's hand away and shook her head frantically, hearing her own voice crack with her fear:
"Don't touch me like that! Please, leave me alone, all of you. I won't watch what you do. I swear I'll go over here and close my eyes only don't hurt me ... please!"
The terrified girl's voice trailed off weakly as the four of them glanced at each other, as though passing a silent message. Janie fought to keep the tears in her wide brown eyes from brimming over, but the panting of her ripe breasts betrayed her panic, and the air of tension in the cabin became suffocating.
Dear God, Janie thought with sickening dread, I'm trapped here with four sex maniacs! All of them are sex-crazed! It must be my nightmares coming true!
Now they were watching her again, Gina getting up and coming over to Janie's other side, so that the trembling brunette was hemmed in by both women. Something shocking and forbidden was about to happen to Janie, she knew, but all she could do was softly whimper and wait with agonizing suspense. Janie knew too that only a slight movement on her part now would trigger their violence, and she tried to remain still. But unable to endure it after a few seconds, the shuddering girl suddenly tried to scramble away from them on all fours, succumbing to an overwhelming instinct for escape.
Lenore and Gina were on her instantly, flinging her over on her back on the fur rug and pinning her shoulders down brutally, the blonde's face hovering over Janie's like a mask of avid lust.
"Get the rope," Lenore snapped at her husband, then smiled mockingly down at the sobbing brunette. "Don't worry, angel, we won't hurt you," she purred, her lascivious mouth close to Janie's, we're just going to play a little game with you, Janie Lee. You like games, don't you? Well, I happen to have made up my own game and you're going to really like it once you learn the rules. Mmmmmmmmm," she added in a hoarse whisper, her blue eyes gleaming down at the teenage brunette's wildly heaving breasts, "I can't wait to suck and bite your big tits."
The vulgar promise sparked a fury of resistance in Janie and she struggled with all her strength to wrench free, but Lenore and Gina held her soft shoulders firmly crushed to the rug, laughing at her desperate efforts.
"Janie Lee," Lenore giggled, shaking her head, "when we're through with you, angel, you're going to beg for it, I swear to God. You're going to crawl on your knees and beg me to let you eat my cunt, you sweet child. You're going to lick my asshole with pure delight because you're going to be my prize, baby."
Lenore's face leaned down so close her lips almost touched Janie's quivering mouth and the blonde's voice became husky with passion.
"I'm going to turn you on, darling, in ways you can't even dream. You're going to be my greatest protege-and believe me, I've had my share. When I finish with you, you'll be a hot wild animal, a magnificent fucking machine that won't know when to stop! You're going to be my star pupil!"
The young, terror-stricken virgin stared up at Lenore's lust-contorted face with chilling fascination and for a long moment Janie's quivering body froze. She was insane! Lenore Mason was rich, beautiful and mad with lust, Janie realized. The voluptuous blonde was playing some sort of diabolical decadent game and Janie was her helpless victim.
"Please don't hurt me," Janie sobbed, "I'm only seventeen. I'm still a virgin. Please let me go."
"Jesus Christ, what's a virgin?" Lenore yelled, her eyes widening in astonishment. "Do you hear that, gang? She's a cherry. I never knew there was one left ... Honey, you are in for the time of your life ... Fred, where's the damned rope?"
The moment Fred Mason loomed into view holding a long coil of rope, the whimpering girl went into a hysterical struggle until it took both men and the women to hold her down.
"You guys take her wrists, and we'll strip her top first," Gina panted, her eyes wild with anticipation. "Then we'll see what her precious cunt looks like.
Shutting her eyes tightly, Janie fought with every fiber of her strength, but the four of them overpowered her easily. The men held her arms above her head while Lenore worked up both of Janie's sweaters to her wrists then jerked them off. Her face, crimson with humiliation, Janie kept her eyes shut and moaned in terror then as one of the men held both her wrists and the other pinned her ankles. The sobbing virgin felt her skirt being unzipped and then slid down over her futilely writhing hips, Lenore's husky words ringing in her ears.
"Jesus, she's gorgeous. She's sexy enough to eat right now. You're going to have your hands full fucking this gorgeous cat, boys. Look at those thighs and her cunt-hair peeking out of her panties. Fred, I can almost cum right now, just thinking about you sticking that huge prick of yours inside her hot little cunt ... her cherry cunt, let me remind you."
The lewd words only added to Janie's deep shame and panic, but already she could feel her arms and legs growing weak with fatigue, and her resistance finally became a token struggle. She cried out in protest as she felt her panties being pulled down, exposing her brown silken pussy-curls and defenseless cunt but she couldn't deny a very faint thrill of pride at their compliments, even in her humiliating torment.
"She's going to be tight," Paul Cazan's voice rasped. "I hope I can get my cock in the tiny hole."
"Well we have some rules to follow around here before you get carried away," Lenore stated authoritatively.
"What rules?" Paul asked curiously.
"She has to beg for it, and she will-I don't care how long it takes. When we get. done with her, she'll crawl like a dog for sex, she'll go down on every one of us with tears of joy in her eyes, she'll fuck like a sex-starved animal and beg for seconds. When I finish with her she'll swing that tight little ass of hers and beg for a cock up there ... just wait and see...."
"You'll never make me do that ... never" the helpless virgin swore, wriggling her soft cream-hued flesh in a feeble struggle. "You can hurt me all you want with your filthy perversion, but you'll never get me to beg for you!"
Lenore's laugh was loud and taunting as she knelt down between Janie's wide-held legs and rubbed the girl's yielding belly-flesh with her greedy fingers. "Darling, if there's one thing I love, it's a challenge. You must be terribly naive, even for seventeen. Flip her over, guys, so I can get her bra off and we'll spread eagle her on the rug, face up. Then we can relax and have the best party in a long time...."
The panting brunette's humiliation was overwhelming as the two men forced her over on her stomach. Lenore undid her bra and they turned the nakedly protesting teenager over on her back again.
In less than five minutes, Janie Lee was securely tied down by her wrists and ankles, the ropes anchored to heavy wooden furniture. She lay with her arms and legs stretched out, her vulnerable thighs spread wide, her delicate pink cuntal lips fully exposed between their dark-curled fringe, her palpitating breasts tipped with succulent pink nipples flushed a rosy tinge. The trembling girl cried softly, her eyes tightly closed.
"She's gorgeous," Paul murmured. "Christ, I've just got to fuck those luscious tits!"
"Not until she begs for it," the gleaming-eyed blonde snapped. "No one breaks my rules, right, Fred?"
Her husband nodded, his blood-filled cock pulsing painfully against the crotch of his pants as he stared down at the spread-eagled teenager.
"Never," Janie whispered aloud as the four of them drank a mocking toast to the success of their games over her moistly shivering flesh.
The innocent young virgin tensed her soft body to brace herself for the long, torturous nightmare ahead as the two couples hurried to undress above her.
CHAPTER THREE
Lenore Mason's strange penchant for games had begun years before when she grew bored of swapping with jaded socialites and rich couples like her and Fred. With too much time and money on her hands, boredom had set in like a slow venom until the sleek blonde wife discovered she had a hidden talent for teasing and corrupting young boys and girls. While the luscious, wide-eyed beauty on the floor wasn't exactly a child like Lenore usually liked, she had just the right amount of naivete and innocent to fire Lenore's feverish imagination and more than enough ripe, tantalizing flesh.
Lenore stared hungrily at Janie's hair-lined pussy as she stripped off her own black panties, revealing a lush growth of blonde pubic curls nestled between her deeply tanned thighs. The fact that the sobbing virgin's dark-fringed pink cunt was utterly helpless before her lent an added thrill to the strange game she'd devised in her mind.
The wealthy blonde didn't know-and didn't care-why she felt so much sheer delight in twisting innocent young girls and boys to her will, but she knew that the countless husbands and wives who groaned and panted eagerly beneath her fiery mouth and fingers and above her wildly clasping cunt suddenly filled her with contempt. What challenge was there in another frantically willing cock or cunt? she asked herself. There was no glorious sense of conquest, just another used, desperate jaded body urgently searching for new highs like herself.
Janie was staring up at her blonde tormentor's voluptuous nakedness now with huge frightened eyes, then glancing at the others who were also naked but waiting for Lenore to commence her depraved game. But the panting blonde continued to let the suspense mount, pinching her own dusky nipples between her fingers and feeling them swell with excitement as she revelled in her sense of cruel power. She was queen bee and the others were simply drones in her minds, even her own husband who willingly pimped for her and always waited his turn.
But in spite of her eagerness to begin tormenting the seventeen year old virgin squirming helplessly beneath her, Lenore turned to stare with interest at the Cazans, seeing them naked for the first time. It was the cunning, dark-haired young wife-and not her nervous husband-who'd leaped at Lenore's suggestion of a private party in their hunting lodge this weekend, knowing that the Masons would want to swap and Lenore was curious to see what they had to offer.
She ran her eyes hungrily over Paul's sinewy body, drinking in his thick hard rod of flesh that hovered straight out from his coarse pubic hairs, pulsing with blood. Lenore always enjoyed savoring a new cock, especially a youthful one, and she could see a milk-white droplet of over-eager pre-cum already oozing from the slit of his crimson glans, tempting Lenore for a moment to drop to her knees before him and lick the salty sperm up on her tongue. She knew she could give Gina's husband a blow job that would shame his ambitious wife, and while she loved to show her talents at fellatio and any other sort of wild lustful fucking, Lenore knew there would be plenty of time for ego massage later.
The blonde's gleaming blue eyes darted next to (iina Cazan, sweeping over her high, daintily rounded breasts with their taut dark nipples and down over her gently curved belly and slim hips, and a fresh ripple of lust raced through Lenore's sun-bronzed flesh. There was something wildly arousing about the high-breasted, leggy wife, a suggestion of frenzied need in her burning dark eyes and willowy body that made Lenore's fingers twitch restlessly with a lewd sapphic urge. She instinctively sensed Gina had never had sex with another woman and that she would respond to Lenore's lewd masturbation with feverish pleasure.
Lenore had to smile as her gaze locked on Gina's dark-fiery eyes. It was so obvious that Paul's wife was a greedy social climber and would do virtually anything to win the approval of the Masons, and Lenore sensed at once how she could torment Gina as well as the soft-bodied teenager on the floor.
With a final amused glance at her own husband's long, massively inflamed cock and then a pointed stare at Gina Cazan's succulent ass-cheeks, the naked blonde schemer knelt between Janie Lee's openly trembling thighs and began her lust-inspired attack.
* * *
The softly whimpering brunette stiffened as Lenore suddenly knelt down between her legs. The wild-eyed blonde leaned forward, and a moment later, Janie groaned in humiliation as Lenore's hot bare flesh pressed down on hers, and Lenore's fiery tongue slithered forcibly into the squirming brunette's mouth. Quickly, Janie tried to wrench her face away, but Lenore gripped the younger girl's cheeks firmly and snaked her wet tongue around Janie's, at the same time obscenely grinding her moist pussy flesh against the shamed virgin's and twining her shapely legs around Janie's.
The moaning seventeen year old had never been tongue-kissed by a woman before and a lewd ripple of forbidden excitement quivered through Janie's loins as Lenore crushed her breasts against her and feverishly undulated her desire-wet cunt hairs to the brunette's helpless cunt and swirled her tongue around and around the heated cavern of Janie's open mouth.
Janie's mind whirled in sensual chaos as Lenore rolled her fingers back and forth over her young captive's swollen nipple buds and showered kisses along her soft throat beginning to edge down over the brunette's cream-white flesh by tantalizing degrees. To her horror and shock, Janie realized she was actually becoming excited at the feel of the naked blonde's voluptuously grinding body pressing down on hers, at the swollen heat of Lenore's breasts and the moist burning pressure of her soaked cunt jerking on Janie's thighs.
Dear Father in heaven, a woman is making love to me! Janie sobbed with panic. I know it's wrong and sick, but I can't seem to help myself-I'm beginning to like it! I'm getting so hot-why does her body feel so sexy? It's the cognac ... that's what's doing it....
Now the irony of her desperate promise to herself just a short while earlier as she huddled in her stranded car on the verge of a death-sleep stung the trapped young virgin. She groaned inwardly as the lust-driven blonde on top of her grasped one of her firm breasts and sucked the rigid nipple in her greedy lips to make the quivering brunette gasp with helpless pleasure as she thought of those bleak moments in the flood. At that point Janie had wanted sex more than anything in the world, just the sake of a final experience. Now she was trapped by four lusty swingers-the very same people who'd rescued her from oblivion-and her last minute fierce desire was now being fulfilled in a way she'd never dreamed.
And now a new conflict began to rage as Lenore Mason lewdly sucked and tongued one of Janie's desire-swollen nipples, burrowing her heavy breasts into the brunette's soft stomach and lunging her steaming pussy against Janie's thigh, besieging the confused brunette with a dozen exciting sensations. Janie had never had her breasts sucked and kissed before, and she had to stifle the moans of rising lust in her throat and resist the urge to arch her naked body and thrust more of her aching breast into the blonde's voracious mouth. The defenseless virgin was growing vividly aware of the heated churning in her loins, feeling with an acute stab of shame a soft trickle of moisture in her dilating pussy-slit as her vagina began to flow in response to the lascivious assault.
When Lenore suddenly bit her turgid nipple-bud, Janie cried out in pain, but that minor torment was quickly followed by a trail of fiery wet thrills as the ravenous blonde traced her tongue down into the valley of Janie's heaving breasts and across to her other taut-nippled peak where she swirled her tongue around in a wildly exciting encore.
She's actually going to lick my pussy soon!" Janie thought with a strange blend of horror and breathless anticipation. It's all hot and wet and she's going to stick her tongue in there and Cod help me, I want her to! Why can't I control myself?
The softly weeping brunette's face was flushed with shame as she felt her defenses quickly crumble beneath Lenore's cunning lips and tongue and she lay there shivering with shame and desire as the blonde now flicked her tongue tip into Janie's navel and clutched her softly rounded hips in a feverish grip. The tormented brunette only vaguely sensed that her slipping control was due to an almost joyful relief that this time she couldn't say no with proud indignation as she'd done so many times in the past with boys.
The suspense-racked brunette trembled from head to toe as Lenore kneeled low between Janie's widespread thighs and showered kisses on the cream-soft flesh of her inner thighs, just below her glistening young pussy. Janie could feel the panting woman's warm breath caressing her sensitive cunt-lips, and she dared to open her eyelids a mere fraction and peek down, feeling a shocking wave of fierce excitement at the sight of a beautiful woman's lush red mouth poised just below her hair-fringed loins. With her golden hair coiffed elegantly on her head, Lenore Mason looked incredibly depraved and incongruous crouched in her obscene position between Janie's white thighs, like an aristocrat about to feast herself to the point of gluttony.
Up between the young brunette's widely parted thighs, Lenore Mason hesistated for a long minute to savor her burning anticipation and fill her nostrils with the virgin's hot fragrance. It was a matter of pride to her that she could give either a man or a woman an unforgettably thrilling and artistic oral job, and she was going to do her utmost to arouse this luscious virgin to sheer hysteria. But because Janie's lush pink cunt smelled so sweet and looked so smooth and succulent, peeping through its curly brown fringe, the insatiable blonde realized she might not be able to control her own ravenous lust once she began eating the sobbing brunette's tender pussy.
And under no circumstances would Lenore allow Janie to have an orgasm-not until the rebellious child was reduced to a groveling sex-slave.
Now Lenore moved her mouth forward to within an inch of the glistening, coral-hued cuntal lips, teasing Janie by blowing gently on her naked pubic crease. She played this merciless game because she felt an intense glow of triumph when she thoroughly corrupted an innocent girl like Janie, glorying in the knowledge that her victim would never be the same again but would journey through life with Lenore's lewd brand of sex seared on her mind and body. How many naive creatures like this white-breasted young brunette were sexual carbon copies of herself once she and Fred had finished with them.
In her own way, the jaded swinger desperately wanted sexual immortality, especially now that she was close to forty, and she felt a strange vampirical fulfillment each time she sucked the honeyed cunt juices from a vibrant teenager's vagina as though she could transfuse her young victim's loveliness and sex appeal into her own aging body.
Thrusting the memory of other youthful conquests from her mind, Fred's wife dug her fingers into Janie's trembling ass-cheeks and with the blood singing in her ears, pressed her mouth to the squirming brunette's pink-fleshed cunt. Lashing deep into the girl's burning pussy crevice with her long tongue, she felt currents of bliss shudder through her own body as the girl's luscious little pussy pulsed in involuntary response. With low animal groans, Lenore began lapping greedily, flicking her tongue deep into the fiery virginal passage and burrowing her nose tight to Janie's fragrant pussy-hairs, her eyes gleaming on the younger girl's panting white breasts above her bobbing head, her taste buds relishing the sweet trickle of hot cunt juice, her feverish mind comparing the taste and texture of this virgin cunt with a dozen others she had savored over the years.
Standing close to his wife with a glass of cognac in his hand and his cock throbbing with lust, Fred Mason watched the spectacle with husbandly pride and a good deal of masculine impatience. No one could prime an innocent youngster as well as Lenore and it always aroused him intensely when he watched his ripely curved blonde wife give one of her cunt-eating extravaganzas to an unwilling girl. There was something almost poetic about two beautiful women having sex together, he'd observed years before when Lenore first started practicing bisexuality and the sight of his sleekly tanned spouse crouched between Janie's quivering white thighs and crushing her mouth to the virgin's brown-haired pussy in a frenzy of passion acted like a catalyst to his jaded loins.
Not even bothering to swing his eyes from the wanton spectacle taking place on the rug below him, Fred reached out to Gina Cazan's slender waist and pulled her up close to him. Ignoring Gina's husband completely, he stroked the woman's bare ass-cheeks with one hand and squeezed gently to make her gasp, and then slid his middle finger down through her passion-moistened curls and in between her pulsing cuntal lips.
"I'm getting so horny watching your wife eat that kid's cunt I could just scream," Gina whispered in his ear. She reached down and grasped his turgid cock with her fingers, eagerly hefting and stroking its thick fleshy shaft and beginning to undulate her pussy with low moans against his lewdly rubbing hand. "Fuck me now, Fred," she begged. "I love enormous cocks like yours. I'll suck you first if you want-if you promise not to choke me with it!"
"Not yet," Fred murmured as he ran his fingertips down over the crevice of her soft buttocks and found her rubbery little asshole. He pressed hard and when Gina cringed away in fear, Fred grinned, still watching the brown-haired teenager on the fur rug as she waved her head from side to side and bit her lower lip. He could see that the girl was desperately trying not to show how much she enjoyed Lenore's fiery tongue-fucking, but he knew she couldn't hold out much longer beneath his wife's insatiable mouth.
And, too, Fred was growing anxious to take her cherry. He let Gina continue to jerk his blood-engorged rod of flesh in her soft hand while he teased her warm anal ring with his fingertip, trying to decide whether his own wife was going to play this game to the hilt. Fred Mason never tried to stifle his wife's strange pleasure; she'd brought him more lust-crazed young girls this way and he urgently wanted to ram his thickly throbbing cock as far as it would go into the brunette teenager's small defenseless cunt.
"Oh, Fred, I want your big cock inside me now," Gina whispered huskily in his ear, stroking the length of his rigid penis faster with her fingers, and watching her husband's face flush only two yards away with malicious satisfaction. She'd had a terrible time talking Paul into this, their first swapping adventure, and now she wanted to see him squirm for his timidity. Gina began moaning as she stroked her husband's employer's long hot shaft in her fingers at a rapid tempo, feeling her loins begin to seethe as his cock swelled larger and harder. "It's so gigantic, Fred ... won't you shove it in my cunt?"
The lean, handsome mine owner smiled with amusement, still watching his own wife, Lenore suck the rope-bound youngster's virgin thighs, her tanned ass-cheeks wriggling with her exertion. Gina Cazan could jerk his cock all night and he wouldn't cum if he didn't want to. His remarkable control over his ejaculations was a result of years of regular swapping. Sure, he wanted to fuck Gina-she was one of those desperately dissatisfied wives he'd run into with alarming frequency, probably because her husband Paul rarely gave her a decent fucking. It would be fun showing her the ropes, his instincts told him that the slim-hipped wife would be a frantic almost maniacal piece of ass. But not now. Now he wanted to wait a few more minutes and see if Lenore would relinquish her savage oral lock on the new girl's tender cunt. If she did, and then didn't want to go through with her prolonged ritual of oral torment, then Fred wanted to save his first load for the cream-skinned brunette.
Besides, Fred Mason knew that Gina Cazan was playing her own teasing game with her husband, trying to rile him up so that Paul would later be provoked enough to fuck her. And if anyone needed a fuck-preferably in her ripe little ass, Fred thought, as he squeezed the soft fleshy mounds-it was this small-titted, ruthless social climber who now stroked his bloated cock with urgent whimpers.
Suddenly all three of the naked watchers focused their attention on the twitching virgin below them as a long, keening moan escaped her lips for the first time, and her back arched up off the rug in a high curve of undeniable desire. For a moment her wet lips moved speechlessly and then she sobbed, in a barely audible whisper:
"Never-never-never!"
* * *
Janie had been prepared for a shock but not for the fiery wet thrills that Lenore's ravenous tongue sparked inside her unviolated cunt as it lapped and stung her burning flesh with a series of electrifying shocks, sucking so greedily at her tender pussy for the first few minutes that Janie feared she would lose her mind. And although the helplessly pinned virgin's mental resistance was as fierce as ever, and waves of shame still swept through her shuddering young body as the swinger's lewd lavings became more feverish, it was impossible not to succumb to the wild excitement of being licked and sucked by this frenzied full-breasted older woman.
To her added shame and horror, Janie found herself desperately wishing she were untied so she could raise her legs high and lock her thighs around her blonde tormentor's face and lunge her bliss-torn cunt in lewd rhythm to Lenore's hungry sucking. Her fingers itched to reach down and pull the other woman's head even more tightly to her moistened thighs as the first hint of an orgasm began to quake in the young brunette's loins with volcanic fury. But Janie didn't dare betray her wanton excitement, feeling that once she surrendered mentally as well as physically, she would be as perverted as the groaning woman who now devoured her hot pussy with furious laps of her tongue and pinched and pummeled Janie's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks in her greedy fingers.
But Janie couldn't resist raising her eyelids to peek at Lenore's bobbing blonde head down between her wide-held legs, and the bronzed ass-cheeks wriggling high behind in rhythm to Lenore's maddened cunt-sucking. This obscene sight of another naked woman hunched beneath her own brown pussy-curls was so startling and shameful-and yet enormously exciting in its forbiddenness-the flushed seventeen year old could only wonder if she were living a nightmare. When Lenore suddenly tore her tongue from Janie's clasping pink cuntal passage and in the next instant began sucking on her tiny swollen clitoris, the shattered young virgin felt her mind reel under the greedy onslaught, and. as Lenore suddenly swirled her tongue around the inflamed little pleasure-bud it was all the wildly panting girl could do to keep from shrieking with a hysterical excitement.
Every nerve in Janie's shuddering body ached to slam her ravaged young thighs eagerly upward to meet Lenore's slavering mouth in sheer, lust-crazed abandon as the jolting currents of rapture shot through her loins like wild-fire. The ache spread rapidly from her hotly tormented pussy-flesh down to her trembling legs and upward to her madly tingling breasts and desire-tightened nipples, but the delirious virgin clung savagely to her pride and determination resorting to thoughts of her trusting mother and father when she feared she would cry out with lust.
Immediately her shame took control when she realized how horrified her parents would be if they could see her like this her naked young body roped to the furniture, squirming with obscene joy as another woman tongue-fucked her virgin pussy. And with this thought, Janie's vow not to surrender to her rescuers became a consuming obsession that gave her just enough strength to keep from expressing her mounting excitement in loud frenzied groans.
But when Janie's feverish brown eyes swung to the naked spectators who loomed close by her spread-eagled body, her lust began to soar with involuntary fury. Fred Mason was embracing his timid employee's willing wife, his fingers squeezing the dark triangle of her cunt while she eagerly stroked his thick pulsing cock in her fingers and lunged her needful pussy mound against his open hand. Her small taut-nippled breasts were rising and falling impatiently and Janie could see the purple veins throb on Fred's hardened rod of flesh as she stroked it. It was all so garishly obscene, with Gina's naked husband standing just a few feet away from them, with his own lust-inflated erection quivering above his dangling scrotum, that the sight of the three of them primed for sex pressed Janie's passion to new heights. And even then she knew it was inevitable that she would take them all tonight before she was released from her bondage, that both men were eager to ravish her and even the amber-eyed young wife was watching Janie with a lewd and hungry expression.
Suddenly, the woman between her widespread thighs began darting her hot tongue in and out of the brunette's slippery cuntal crevice in a renewed torment of greed, and Janie felt her tenuous control over her bodily desires stagger and reel. Explosive barbs of rapture raced through her boiling loins and forced her to bite her lip. She began thrashing her head from side to side on the rug beneath her while tears of shame and defeat gushed down her cheeks, her soft nakedness covered in a sheet of fiery sensual chills and her hand-cupped ass-cheeks writhing with involuntary bliss as Lenore whipped her tongue deep and furiously into her open cunt, sparking the virgin's first raging climax of the evening.
Now Janie arched her body in as sharp a curve as the ropes would permit, yielding her loins to her orgasm and yet fighting the rising wail of ecstasy in her throat. Her upthrust breasts quivered high in the air and her madly sucking young cunt spasmed with unbearable excitement as the older woman sucked and kissed her burning wet flesh in a fever of hunger and clawed the thrashing brunette's ripe ass-cheeks with her sharp fingernails.
Her loins churning in a blaze of lust, Janie dimly heard a high-pitched moan echo in the fire-lit lodge as the knot of pent-up excitement in her belly began to burst and the realization that it was her own wail of passion, drained from her by Lenore Mason's maniacal tongue-fucking, gave the fiercely aroused teenager a final surge of resistance and pride.
"Never-not ever-never!" Janie gasped, trying to ignore the molten wave of lust just beginning to boil over in her loins.
At that moment Lenore jerked her mouth away and sat up, grinning as she licked her lips, her full-rounded breasts heaving, her cheeks wet with Janie's unstoppable cuntal secretions. The shuddering young brunette quickly stiffened in anguish and her eyes flew open, staring up at the blonde woman in disbelief.
And then as Janie stared into Lenore Mason's mocking blue eyes the innocent girl suddenly realized with a stab of horror that this cruel trick was only the beginning, only a taunting maneuver in the older woman's diabolical game, a mere foreshadowing of what was to come. But even the panic and dread that welled up in the shattered girl's wildly trembling body at that realization couldn't compete with the agonizing ache in her loins, a seething, torturous ache that left her on the verge of hysteria.
I won't beg for it, I won't!
But something in the grinning blonde's wet-lipped expression suggested that Janie might be forced to change her mind before the night was out. Trembling in renewed fear, she watched as Lenore wiped the cunt juice from her cheeks with her fingers and licked it up in an obscenely coy gesture.
"You think that was something, angel? Wait until you see what comes next."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Really hot to trot, aren't you, Janie Lee?" Lenore whispered, tormenting the shivering girl as her fingers slid down to rub Janie's tender pussy lips. She spread the freely flowing moisture around to make the teenager moan and suck in her breath. "Your cunt is so delicious it's a shame to let Fred ram that Godzilla size cock into it and let him break your precious cherry," Lenore purred. "But I think you're going to adore it and that's why I'm not going to let him do it yet!"
Janie sobbed, feeling a strange wave of relief mingled with disappointment ripple through her helplessly aroused body. Frustration seethed in her blood and raged in her loins like a white-hot fire, and it was obvious that the diabolical blonde who now dallied with her wrought up body wasn't going to let the pressure ease for a minute. Lenore held Janie's head up and shoved a glassful of cognac to her lips, and the girl drank it gratefully, wincing as the liquor stung her belly. But a moment later her skin began to flush with heat and she felt her quivering flesh begin to hum with increased tension as the brandy fired her excitement.
"Do you want me to untie you now?" Lenore murmured, rolling one of Janie's swollen nipple buds lasciviously between her forefinger and thumb to add to the torment.
"Yes," Janie said anxiously, turning to stare into Lenore's shining blue eyes, actually believing her.
"Then beg," Lenore chuckled, squeezing the girl's inflamed breast cruelly in her hand. "Swear you'll eat my cunt, and then Gina's, and then put your hot little mouth on my husband's cock and suck him dry, before you blow Gina's husband. Swear to that and I'll untie you."
The seventeen year old's face turned crimson with shame and fresh tears brimmed over in her eyes. "Never!" she hissed. "Do what you want to me ... kill me ... I don't care ... I won't beg!"
"Oh sweet innocence ... such pride," the ripe breasted blonde sighed mockingly, gliding her hand down beneath Janie's softly curved buttocks and probing in between. The rope-bound virgin gasped and whimpered as a finger thrust sharply into her narrow, untried anus and wriggled lewdly around. She died a little with each new humiliation at this depraved intrusion but each time Lenore jerked her extended finger, the girl was forced to flex her ass-cheeks in pain, tightening the obscene pressure.
Lenore glanced up at her husband, who was staring down hungrily at the defenseless brunette, his hand still rubbing Gina Cazan's dark-fringed pussy while she toyed anxiously with his long rigid cock. The blonde knew how eagerly Fred wanted Janie's cherry, but decided to play her torturous game to the hilt this time, to tantalize and arouse the trapped young virgin until she was so violently turned on she would commit any obscene act to gratify her awakened lust.
"Gina, angel, why don't you show Janie the proper way to suck cock. Demonstrate on my husband. Fred's carrying quite a load there and I know you're just dying to give him a blow job."
"What about me?" Paul spoke up indignantly for the first time, his eyes raking over Janie's soft, defenseless curves. "Who do I get for a partner?"
"Come on down here with us," Lenore grinned up at him. "After Janie watches your wife go down on my husband maybe she'll be ready to suck your cock."
The obscene words brought a faint moan of protest from Janie's lips and she tugged futilely at the thick ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Laughing at the virgin's helplessness, Lenore leaned her mouth down to slaver her tongue around Janie's sensitive armpit and widely spaced breasts, watching the girl gasp and twitch with involuntary delight as the titillating sensations shivered through her soft body.
Paul now lay down on the other side of the spread-eagled innocent, his breath rasping on her face as he gripped and squeezed the succulent flesh of her nearest breast in his big thick fingers. Janie felt walled in by hot naked flesh, her smooth flanks crushed between the older blonde's soft wet pussy and Paul's stiffly throbbing penis, her squirming ass-cheeks still impaled by Lenore's lewdly jerking finger.
But through a haze of tears Janie couldn't help watching Paul's slender, dark-haired wife as she knelt before Fred Mason's blood-flushed cock and lovingly caressed it in her fingers, her lips parted and read.
"You don't really have to cum in my mouth, do you?" Gina whispered up at the naked man. "Can't you shoot your wad in her mouth?" she implored gesturing at Janie who gagged mentally at the thought of being choked with a lewd flood of burning semen.
"Suck it all up," Fred ordered sternly. "And swallow it, baby, every drop. If you want your husband to get ahead in my corporation you'd better make it the best blow job I've ever had. Now get sucking!"
Almost at once Gina gulped half the length of his glistening cock deep into her mouth and began sliding her tautly ovaled lips back and forth on its turgid shaft. Lewd sounds issued from her throat as she stroked the base of his desire-hardened flesh with smooth pumping jerks of her fingers, her head bobbing and weaving in time to her sucking mouth. Fred groaned and cupped her head in his hands, beginning to lunge his pelvis in time to her sucking mouth. Fred groaned and cupped her head in his hands, beginning to lunge his pelvis in time to her burning lips, catching his breath as the young wife whirled her tongue furiously around his swollen glans for a minute and caressed his sperm-filled testicles with the other hand.
"Not bad," Fred muttered, crushing her head closer to ram another inch of his blood-engorged erection into the hot deep cavern of her mouth. It wouldn't take much effort to cum in Gina's mouth, he thought as his employee's ambitious wife threw herself into her task with feverish eagerness, wiggling her head from side to side to give his cock a sharp series of thrills and then jerking up and down rapidly to vary his pleasure. Fred fucked harder into her tightly rounded mouth, and glanced down with sadistic pleasure at her husband who watched from the rug. He didn't care of the business advisor's sycophantic attitude or for Gina's job-calculated moves, but Lenore had convinced him it would be foolish to pass up sex with the attractive young couple.
"Come on ... suck harder," Fred ordered, and the raven-haired housewife began whipping her head back and forth on his rod of turgid male flesh with wanton fury, making him grit his teeth as she sucked fiercely and tried to swallow the bloated tip of his virile shaft. With brutal force Fred slammed his penis into the hilt, hearing her muffled cry as his massive glans battered her throat, as her nose crushed to his pubic hair with each of his savage pelvic lunges. Gina was no match for his own wife at cock-sucking, but she was trying so desperately he had to admire her. And as her urgent hands squeezed his hairy balls and milked the trunk of his desire inflamed rod in almost perfect rhythm to her determined sucking, he could feel his climax beginning to gather momentum.
The youngster on the floor shuddered at the thought that Fred Mason might attempt to rape her mouth in the same safe manner, and tears welled up in her eyes at her utter helplessness. As if to emphasize her humiliation, Lenore reached down to tease her sharp teeth over one of the terrified brunette's nipples and simultaneously wedged her outstretched finger deeper into Janie's tightly constricted anus, making the girl yelp with sudden pain. Now the slightest movement of Janie's ass-cheeks sent barbs of anguish racing through her anal passage, but even in her horror and dread she felt compelled to watch the obscene display taking place only a few feet away. While Paul continued to crudely squeeze one of her ripe full breasts and dig his throbbing cock-tip into the tender flesh of her hip, he too watched his wife gurgle and moan as she lunged her mouth ravenously on Fred's demanding prick. Gina's cheeks indented in large hollows with her exertion, her small round breasts panting in her excitement.
It occurred to Paul Cazan with stinging impact that his wife had never shown half that much enthusiasm when she'd sucked his cock and he only hoped that his boss would shove his massive cock punishingly hard into Gina's naked ass-cheeks before the weekend was over. And although the businessman seethed with jealousy, he knew he didn't dare betray it in front of his wealthy, sophisticated boss. If he could just be certain Gina was watching when he rammed his own swollen cock-shaft deep into the virgin's lush pink mouth....
All the while that Gina Cazan was whipping her mouth back and forth on Fred's brutally driving prick, she was intently aware of her husband watching, but the excitement she only pretended at first was now very real as the pulsating mass of male flesh quivered deep in her throat and vibrated wildly in her stroking fist. Jesus, she thought lustfully, if only Paul had a cock like this!
It's virile power almost choked her each time Fred thrust his hips forward, and the feel of his sperm-inflated testicles in her hand both thrilled the frustrated wife and repulsed her as they reminded her she was expected to swallow all the thick hot cum they held. Gina had never allowed her own husband to cum in her mouth, but had always crammed his bursting cock deep into her cunt at the last minute. But as terrifying as the prospect of gagging on a fountain of boiling sperm was to Gina, she knew there would be a severe penalty for disappointing either of the Masons. They were the key to a glittering new, social life and she would do anything to gain their confidence, anything!
"Eat it!" Fred groaned, crushing her face cruelly to his exploding cock, his chest heaving as his climax shattered in his loins and rushed through the length of his bursting erection to spurt in convulsive gushes into Gina's eagerly sucking mouth.
Trembling wildly as she knelt before him, the nauseated wife thought she would strangle for a moment as the boiling torrents of sperm spewed in a thick flood into her tingling throat. She gulped desperately in rapid swallow, whimpering as the sticky fluid slid down her throat, and as the deflating rod in her mouth kept spurting its searing droplets, Gina moaned with relief. It wasn't so bad after all, she told herself, and she'd enjoyed the sucking part of it tremendously, loving the feel of his powerful thick penis.
Panting for breath, Gina eased her mouth away from his softening cock and smiled tremulously up at Fred who gave her what she hoped was a look of approval. Now Paul's wife was certain the worst of her weekend was over and she could settle down to a wild orgy of fucking and games.
Even at the age of twenty-five Gina Cazan was remarkably naive to underestimate the Masons. Her sexual education was also about to commence ... at the bottom.
* * *
"Now I think you've got a general idea of what sucking cock is all about, Janie," Lenore murmured in her ear, rubbing the helplessly tied girl's silken belly with her free hand, "and with that sexy mouth of yours you ought to be able to make Gina look like a rank amateur. Want to give it a try, angel?"
Janie felt her flesh chill with goosebumps at the horrible idea. "No, please," she begged, shaking her head and pleading with her moist brown eyes. "Please not that ... I just can't...."
"Nonsense, never say can't," Lenore teased mockingly, darting her free hand down to the virgin's tender pussy lips and stroking the wet flesh lasciviously to bring a whimper of frustration from Janie's throat. The mere contact of a finger to her expertly primed little cunt was enough to make the brunette quiver her naked body in sheer anguish.
"Wouldn't you like to just kiss Paul's cock, darling?" Lenore taunted. "Just maybe have a little snack ... a little nibble at his balls?"
"No ... god, no," Janie moaned her flesh crawling with fear and revulsion, her mind recoiling in dread at the prospect of putting her mouth to this stranger's lust-stiffened penis and dangling, hairy testicles. "If you're going to rape me, do it and get it over with." Janie blurted furiously. "Why are you torturing me like this?"
But as Janie stared into Lenore's wild, gleaming eyes she already knew the answer and she clung ferociously to the last shred of the pride and dignity, terrified at the idea that she might end up like the thoroughly depraved blonde swinger.
Suddenly Lenore wrenched her finger out of the brunette's tightly skewered anus and commanded:
"Sit on her tits, Paul, and shove your prick in her mouth! Let's see if she's a good pupil."
Every nerve in Janie's straining young body tensed with fear, and her tear-stained face burned with overwhelming shame as Paul straddled her ribs with his legs folded under him, his face grinning lecherously down at Janie as he nudged his sinewy ass-cheeks forward until they rested heavily on her heaving breasts. The stricken girl shuddered with dread as his purple-tipped cock loomed closer to her soft lips, the tiny slit in his glans obscenely shining with a milky droplet oozing forth. But it was the close-up sight of his heavy sperm-swollen balls that made her most afraid-as though she would actually lick them!
A mewling whimper tumbled from Janie's lips when Paul hunched forward and supported his muscled body with his palms on the rug above her head, so that his pulsating mass of flesh poised directly over her face. The position was so lewd and terrifying to the naive young virgin that she would have died there and then if she were given the choice, before submitting to being savagely fucked in her defenseless young mouth by this hairy, grinning stranger. And although Janie wanted to shut her eyes to at least blot out her obscene view of his stubby cock and dangling balls, a horrified fascination gripped her, fascinating her with her own torment as his blood-swollen cock-head lowered toward her quivering mouth.
For a moment the shamed teenager resisted as the hot pungent tip of his cock pressed against her fear-clenched lips but then Janie felt Lenore's fingers slide threateningly beneath her buttocks and the unspoken warning made the seventeen year old quickly open her mouth. She shivered in terror, gurgling and coughing as his rigid penis slid relentlessly into her mouth, his throbbing hot flesh rippling over her tongue and crushing against her throat, the swollen sac of his testicles pressing lewdly on her chin.
"Get on with it ... start sucking!" Paul grunted irritably.
"Maybe she needs some stimulation," Lenore said in an ominous voice and her fingertip touched Janie's tender anal ring. Quickly, the sobbing brunette closed her lips on the man's blood-engorged cock and made a sucking motion and a moment later he began driving his lust-thickened member in long powerful strokes into her helpless mouth, forcing her to gag with each of his groaning lunges, his burning cock-head ramming against the back of her throat, the strong smell of his loins filling Janie's nostrils and adding to her misery.
The miner's daughter from Red Hollow, Kentucky had always been able to fend off crude advances from clumsy boys, and had felt inwardly superior each time she'd proudly denied access to her virgin thighs. Now her sense of superiority was crushed forever beneath a stranger's hotly pumping cock in her sacred mouth and the strange, yet exciting, feel of his balls slapping against her chin and the heady odor of his loins in her nostrils. His quickening grunts of pleasure were exciting Janie too as she watched his saliva-soaked rod of lust, its cord-like veins throbbing with blood, ram repeatedly in and out of her sucking lips, inspiring her to swirl her tongue around it and increase the pressure of her ripe mouth on its lust-bloated girth.
Now Janie felt a pair of burning lips clutch one of her panting breasts and fiercely suck its fleshy nipple, and a deep whimper of unwanted pleasure gurgle up from her throat. Her body arched upward in the shameful but desperate hope that Lenore-for it had to be Lenore-would return to sucking her aching cunt and trigger the orgasm her wildly churning loins craved. The moaning virgin strained at her bonds, instinctively wanting to grip Paul's fucking prick in her mouth and stroke it the way she'd seen Gina Cazan stroking Lenore's husband minutes before, yearning to feel her rapist's hotly throbbing flesh in her fingers as well as her now eager mouth.
"No ... it's happening again ... I'm beginning to like it!" Janie thought feverishly as the rubbery cock-head pummeled her throat. What are they doing to me?
Unashamed moans of excitement began streaming from her cock-filled throat as another vivid sensation assaulted her nakedly straining body: Someone was kissing her inner thighs!
Eat me ... suck my cunt! Janie wanted to cry out. Please, please do it to me-I'm going crazy down there ... I need to cum....
"Use your tongue, kid-mmmmmmmmm! Christ, you're going to be a great little cocksucker!"
Janie's desire-contorted face seethed with shame at the horrible compliment but she felt an undeniable thrill of pride too, and his vulgar praise encouraged her to constrict her lips harder on his lunging cock-shaft and even taunt the burning flesh with her teeth. And in her increasing arousal, her fear of having him shoot his fiery sperm into her helpless mouth was now replaced by an intense eagerness and curiosity to taste the thick male secretions spurting into her captive throat.
But the kisses being lavished on her silken thighs were rapidly becoming pure torture as the mocking lips circled her pussy curls and tingling cuntal lips and then teased within an inch of her aching crevice but diabolically refused to make contact. Sobbing, Janie jerked her belly up in a wordless plea to be fulfilled, but Lenore's soft laughter drifted up to hers ears amid her own frustrated whimpers and Paul's lewd grunts.
Then an unbearable sensation of pleasure tore through the. hysterical virgin's anus, a wet tickling thrill that made Janie quiver in a frenzy of sexsual delight. She's stuck her hot tongue up my ass! Wave after wave of tingling rapture jolted through the brown-haired teenager's loins as Lenore's hot tongue quivered and lapped at her defenseless anal slit. The eerie thrills goaded the feverish young girl into whipping her head upward with each of Paul's savage cock-thrusts slamming into her open mouth.
My, my, what a delicious asshole! Lenore thought as the narrow passage churned and clasped hotly at her squirming tongue. The fragrance of Janie's virgin cunt grinding up against her nose was like an intoxicating perfume to the older woman, and her fingers kept up a greedy constant pressure on the shivering girl's buttocks, kneading and exploring the hot velvety flesh, comparing Janie's ass-cheeks with scopes of others Lenore had stroked and tongued and bitten over her years of swinging.
The jaded blonde was fascinated by girls' naked buttocks and next to cunnilingus she loved nothing more than tongue-fucking a tight asshole and hearing her female partner's whimpers of pleasure. But at least part of Lenore's lustful joy stemmed from the exciting anticipation she felt each time she thrust her wet tongue deep into a girl's churning rectum or cunt with the sadistic knowledge that it was only a priming action for her husband's immense cock. Her ripe lips and tongue always paved a slippery path for Fred's ravaging rod of flesh and as a lust-inspired team they were unsurpassed.
But even as the passionate virgin ground her soft nether-cheeks to Lenore's mouth and wriggled her tongue-skewered anus in frantic delight, the blonde's own soaring excitement throbbed in her loins and she wished Paul would hurry and cum in Janie's wildly sucking mouth so she could straddle the girl's face herself.
Suddenly, the young business advisor stiffened and plunged his inflamed cock to the hilt between Janie's pinkly ovaled lips, wishing too late that he'd forced her to lick his balls to show his wife what she was in for. A deep groan came from his throat as the whimpering virgin's lips sucked greedily to coax his gushing load, the burning cavern of her mouth like a powerful wet magnet that tore his hot sperm from his loins in fiercely rushing currents.
Janie moaned deliriously as the searing liquid spattered in her throat in violent bursts, threatening to choke her at first until she began gulping the thick hot stream in a reflex action. As the pungent semen spewed on her tongue and flowed down her throat, the madly excited virgin began swallowing it with wanton joy, craning her head up to suck on his dwindling penis to the hilt and rolling her tongue around her flooded mouth to savor the boiling cum with obscene relish.
With a shock Janie realized she was not only beginning to enjoy her helplessness and humiliation, she was beginning to crave it! She wallowed in the feeling of sheer baseness as the last drops of Paul's sticky sperm trickled down her spasming throat and as Lenore's squirming tongue in her ass-cheeks darted lasciviously in circles around her sensitive ass crack, then withdrew to make the panting virgin writhe in a frantic plea for more of the lewd exciting thrills.
And when Paul slipped his limp penis out of her mouth, Janie sobbed in protest and watched his loins recede from her lust-glazed eyes as he stood up, towering over her with a grin of satisfaction.
"Best blow-job I've ever had," Paul sighed, glancing at his wife triumphantly, seeing her dark eyes flash with naked jealousy. "Maybe she should be giving you lessons, Gina."
"I'm in control here," Lenore spoke up from between Janie's soft white thighs, standing up and smiling as she licked at the flavor of the young virgin's cuntal secretions on her lush red lips. "It's your turn now, Gina with our little lambie pie here. Try her ass first because I want her all worked up for me."
Gina's face turned white but she stifled the protest on her lips. For the first time she realized Lenore's diabolical game included tormenting her as well as the spread-eagled virgin when she saw the malicious grin on Lenore's sultry lips. But she slowly got up and padded over between Janie's parted white thighs, willing to obey any order that would advance her husband and make them both socially acceptable to the rich, voluptuous blonde swinger.
Her high-breasted body trembling with anger, Gina lay on her stomach between Janie's rope-secured legs and eager to stall the actual thrust of her tongue into the brunette's seething loins and yet wanting to impress Lenore at the same time. The dark-haired housewife began hesitantly kissing and lapping at Janie's cream-tinted ass-cheeks and inner thighs, her face flushing with rage at the sound of her husband's chuckle. Slowly, slowly, she licked closer to the squirming girl's puckered little anal ring, and with nowhere else to go, she finally started making tentative stabs up between the young teenager's helplessly quivering ass-cheeks.
Now as Janie's torment began again with teasing kisses on her naked buttocks she watched Lenore approach her through a haze of delirious excitement, her sensually curved body twitching in the throes of intense frustration, her newfound passion grappling with her burning shame for having enjoyed herself so lustfully as she'd sucked Paul's rigid cock and swallowed his boiling sperm.
For a long moment, Lenore Mason stood over Janie's defenseless young body, placing a foot on each side of the girl's ribs and staring down at her triumphantly as though she were a bronzed Amazon and the virgin was her conquest. Janie's shame intensified as she gazed breathlessly up at her tormentor's tanned legs and thighs and proudly out thrust breasts, the glossy mounds heaving and swollen with lewd excitement. Then Janie's fascinated eyes concentrated on the older woman's golden triangle of pussy-hair arid her cuntal lips glistening pinkly beneath, and a new quiver of uncertainty and intense, unwanted excitement coursed through the virgin's tender flesh.
"No, please!" Janie whispered, shaking her head at what seemed to her to be a final grotesque perversion. Being forced to have sex-even unnatural sex, Janie thought-with a man was bad enough, but being forced to suck and lick another woman's cunt was a prospect that sent chills of horror up the brunette's spine-for that seemed exactly what Lenore had in mind. Janie would be a pervert herself if she did that! And yet as she precalled the indescribable thrills Lenore had greedily lavished on her owrt pussy flesh, a wanton urgency gripped her, a desire to find out what it would be like to make love to a woman.
Then the bronzed swinger was lowering her rounded ass-cheeks down on Janie's full firm breasts, and she gripped the girl's face in her hands as she undulated her wetly gleaming pussy closer to the girl's soft mouth in an obscene dance of lust. The pressure of her fleshy buttocks on Janie's breasts sparked lascivious tingles of passion in the young girl's trembling body.
"Now it's your turn to eat pussy pie," Lenore murmured huskily. "And maybe if you do a good job for mama I'll untie you ... maybe...."
The straining young virgin froze when Lenore slid her naked body forward until her blonde-curled pussy hovered directly over Janie's mouth. For a few tantalizing moments Lenore's steaming cunt wafted over Janie's wide pink lips and the alarmed girl eyed the sleek tan thighs above her with dread, pressing her lips defiantly together. She told herself if she felt a single thrill or showed any eagerness in this degrading act she would be condemned to be a pervert just like Lenore.
It didn't seem possible to the naive seventeen year old that any of the lewd sensations assaulting her at this moment could be real. This morning she'd been cheerfully looking forward to her new job at the Blue Mountain resort without the slightest premonition that she would come frighteningly close to death on that same "evening, only to be rescued by four lust-crazed people who'd plunged her into a chilling nightmare of wantonness. But as the fearful brunette strained nakedly at her bonds, the vivid reality of her helplessness struck her with shattering impact.
Above her face Lenore's ripely curved ass-cheeks hovered like bronzed moons of flesh, and the blonde woman's passion-soaked pussy-slit, only inches from Janie's trembling lips now, filled her nostrils with scent of perfumed desire. A moment later Lenore's squirming hot cunt came to rest on Janie's mouth and the startling contact of burning cuntal flesh against her lips was like an electrifying kiss of lust that left the shivering brunette dazed and gasping. Still Janie resisted, keeping her mouth tightly closed and sobbing at her utter humiliation, aware that the dark-haired wife down between her widely splayed legs was now slithering her tongue deep into Janie's bliss-torn rectum.
"Eat my cunt!" Lenore hissed angrily above her, grinding her raw pussy-flesh savagely to Janie's resisting mouth. Slowly, the shocked virgin wormed her tongue into the slippery depths of her tormentor's heated vagina, self-disgust dipping over her body in a tidal wave as she lapped lewdly at the other woman's, quivering flesh, struggling against the bizarre excitement rising in her belly as Lenore's viscous vaginal moisture seeped into her mouth like honeyed fire.
She knew her debasement was complete when Lenore issued an obscene groan and began lunging her dripping cunt back and forth against the horrified girl's mouth as though she were stroking in time to a bloated cock instead of Janie's reluctantly flicking tongue. But now the eerie excitement in the brunette's twitching body began to soar as the heady perfume of her attacker's hotly clasping cunt began to envelope Janie's face like a forbidden aphrodisiac, and a feverish minute later the trapped virgin realized with shame that she was moaning and licking the warmly seeping cunt-flesh in a sudden fervor of passion, compelled by the lustful trickle oozing into her mouth.
Never having been so violently aroused in her life, the virgin's mind reeled in desperate shame and confusion while her vulnerable body shuddered with spasms of newly awakened lust. She crushed her nostrils to Lenore's pussy-curls and churned her tongue into the blonde's quivering cuntal passage with abandoned lapping motions, beginning to crave more of the sweet stickiness seeping into her mouth.
Now Janie tugged at the thick ropes binding her wrists only to free her hands so she could squeeze Lenore's voluptuously mounded buttocks and cram the older woman's clasping pussy flesh more tightly to her hungry mouth, aware that in the medley of obscene groans echoing in the fire-lit hunting lodge, her own were the loudest. And as she thrashed perspiring against the two panting women who lavished simultaneous thrills on her mouth and wetly skewered anus. Janie felt a ruthless new hunger awakening inside her. She grasped the blonde's blood-swollen clitoris tightly with her lips, sucking the inflamed button and wriggling her nose with depraved rapture against Lenore's passion-scented cunt hair. Shocked as she was at her own lewd abandon, Janie was unable to stop her feverish sucking and moaning and lunging as the ache in her loins became a white-hot fury.
"Shit look at them go," Paul Cazan said in awe. His sated cock began to stiffen urgently again as he watched the three groaning women interlocked on the rug, and he felt something akin to a lustful pride at the sight of his own naked wife hugging her face to the brunette's fiercely jerking pussy. For a moment, he was tempted to mount Gina and shove his throbbing erection as far as it would go up into her whitely gyrating buttocks, just to hear her scream. But as he glanced at Fred Mason sitting casually beside him, looking as nonchalant as if he were watching a rerun on television in spite of his massively hardened rod of flesh, Paul decided he'd better wait for a go-ahead.
Fred's wife obviously knew how to conduct her own orgies and the business advisor didn't want to alienate his boss and his own wife at the same time. Besides, it was the statuesque, lush-breasted blonde Paul wanted to fuck, and he hoped he could really get her excited to show her what he could do in the sack. The sight of Lenore's voluptuously rounded asscheeks wriggling in ecstasy as she straddled Janie's mouth made Paul's surging shaft quivering with desire. There wasn't even a vague chance of getting the brown-haired virgin's cherry, but if he could just impress Fred's wife, he was certain the day would come when he could afford his own sumptuous orgies and his own helpless virgins....
In spite of the look of casual boredom on Fred Mason's handsome face, his loins were pounding anxiously as he watched Janie shudder and writhe her velvet-smooth hips, raising her succulent cunt high off the floor in a fever of sensual excitement. Lenore was a terrific fuck in her own right and no one could surpass her at contriving orgies to arouse him, particularly with lush-bodied young girls, but the feel of her powerfully muscled pussy had began to jade him years before and he found himself desperately wanting a permanent threesome with another girl-and this ripe-assed young brunette seemed perfect for the triangle.
As Fred watched the depraved spectacle on the rug before him, grinning at the way Gina Cazan eagerly burrowed her mouth to Janie's twitching cuntal slit as though there were a hidden prize buried inside that tight hot passage, he wondered why his own wife was so phenomenally successful at turning on other women. She made most men look like clumsy hicks when it came to seducing and corrupting girls, even himself. And the loudly moaning virgin who was now wriggling her mouth furiously in Lenore's dripping cuntal passage was already in Lenore's hypnotic sex-grip although she probably didn't realize it herself.
"My little pet!" Lenore gasped as she hunched her soft tanned hips in a rising frenzy over Janie's working lips. "You're making me cum ... oooooohhh ... eat me ... eat me ... eat my cunt ... your mouth is so hot and wild ... suck me harder ... lap my cunt ... oooooohhh yesssssss ... I love you little cunteater!"
Her face contorted with obscene bliss, Lenore dug her fingers into her own wildly dancing breasts and rubbed the hot flesh in a fury of feeling, her exploding cunt locked in spasmic joy to the virgin's savagely licking tongue. Only an innocent girl could give her this kind of nerve-shattering orgasm, only an adorable young conquest that she'd twisted and tortured with her cunning, merciless fingers and mouth could make Lenore feel so deliriously triumphant and powerful.
Now the hissing blonde gyrated her quivering pussy-flesh in wild convulsive jerks around Janie's deep-fucking tongue, wishing she and her husband's long hard cock pistoning in and out of her rectum at the same time to double her salacious pleasure. She reached over with her head and sank her teeth into the virgin's soft palm as the molten climax in her loins erupted in violent surges and raced from the tips of her curling toes to her hotly tingling nipples, forcing a deep lustful groan from her throat.
Her heart hammering madly in her chest, Janie darted her tongue into Lenore's churning vagina and licked with frenzied hunger. The hotly oozing moisture from the blonde's steaming cuntal depths had sparked a feverish lust in the sucking brunette's cum-soaked mouth and she couldn't seem to get enough of it no matter how ravenously she sucked. She could feel the currents of Lenore's raging orgasm ripple through her fettered body in jolts of naked bliss, and there was something so forbidden and wicked about the sleek bronzed thighs thrashing against her face and soaking her cheeks with fragrant pussy-juice that the half-crazed girl crooned with guilt and obscene rapture.
And still the stabs of liquid fire from Gina's squirming tongue seared through Janie's thrill-racked asshole, making the brunette shudder fiercely as her loins throbbed and ached for relief. At that agonizing moment Janie would have given anything to have Gina's burning long tongue plunge deep into her desire-inflamed cunt and bring her the violent climax she so desperately craved. With all her might, the helpless virgin strained at the ropes which bound her, yearning to crush the dark-haried woman's face to her wildly pulsing cunt and impale herself on Gina's ruthless, teasing tongue.
In a panic of lust, Janie felt the blonde woman's hotly sucking cunt begin to shudder more softly against her straining mouth. And a few moments later Lenore gave a heaving sigh and her body trembled for a few seconds, before she lifted her thighs away from the sobbing teenager's cum-smeared face and rolled over on the rug beside Janie.
"That was fabulous, Janie Lee," Lenore panted. "You're a natural. Let's have a drink on that. Gina get us drinks if you can tear your tongue from Janie's asshole for a minute."
The dark-haired woman lifted her face up from between Janie's softly quivering ass-cheeks and blinked her smoldering eyes in a daze. Her face reddened when she realized they were all grinning at her when she licked her shining lips, and she quickly stood up and padded over to the dining table, her naked white buttocks bouncing sinuously. Gina's fingers trembled as she poured brandy into five glasses, realizing she'd made a lewd spectacle of herself. But her initial shame, when she'd made a lewd spectacle of herself. But her initial shame when she'd first flicked her tongue into the virgin's hot tender anus quickly turned to a strange intense excitement at the feel of Janie's succulent nether passage squirming and clasping at her skewering tongue, and before long Gina had found herself lustfully wanting to ram her lips to the brunette's delicate pink pussy-flesh wrigging against her nose.
There was something mysteriously arousing about Janie's warmly perfumed little cunt, framed so temptingly by her milk-white thighs, something so intriguing it was all the inflamed housewife could do to keep from succumbing to her sudden urge. In this, her first shattering experience in swinging, Gina Cazan was fascinated by the new avenues of strange excitement opening before her and she secretly hoped Lenore would test her again by ordering her to go down on the sensually curved virgin. It never occurred to Gina that she might be unconsciously mimicking Lenore Mason in her fanatical drive for social power and that her sex life might be fashioned in the same lewd pattern as the sensual blonde's from this moment on.
She handed each of the others a drink, her eyes pointedly raking over Fred Mason's rigid penis giving Janie's cognac to Lenore, who lay beside the moaning, twitching teenager.
"You were so terrific," Lenore murmured in the girl's ear as she held her head up and let her sip the brandy. "So terrific that I'm tempted to untie you now ... really tempted."
Janie stared at her through glazed wide eyes, knowing she was being viciously teased again. Her swollen young breasts rose and fell feverishly and her lips trembled, the heady scent of Lenore's fiery pussy still tingling on them, the knot of frustration deep in her belly now so tight that she wanted to scream. How much more humiliation and taunting could she endure? Tears brimmed over in her luminous brown eyes and for a moment she was about to beg Lenore for her release, willing to promise that she would obey every lust-inspired order Lenore's diabolical imagination could conjure up. Janie would even crawl on her knees and humbly plead to be ravaged everywhere in her soft, satiny young body, would let them degrade and abuse her tender flesh until they sagged with exhaustion, if they would only bring her the orgasm she so desperately needed.
But the dazed virgin clung stubbornly to the last of her pride, knowing how much Lenore wanted to see her crack under the ruthless strain of her sensual teasing, knowing too as she stared into the blonde's wildly gleaming blue eyes that even if she cried and begged, Lenore probably wouldn't untie her.
"You'll never break me!" Janie sobbed in a tremulous voice. "Never, never, never," Janie chanted deliriously, tears streaming down her cheeks, her feverish words vibrating in her desire-primed mind like the dynamic beat of a drum.
"Never? We'll see my pet. We'll just see! Would you like me to finger-fuck you, darling?" Lenore whispered with an obscene smile. "Dig in that little clit of yours until you scream?"
The words triggered an involuntary response in Janie's inflamed cuntal passage and the feverish girl almost blurted out Please! But she shook her head violently from side to side, her thick chestnut hair sweeping behind her, trying desperately to ignore the blonde's lewd fingers now stroking her quivering belly.
"In that case," Lenore snarled cruelly as she slid her hand down to Janie's steaming pubic mound and squeezed to make the electrified brunette arch her body off the rug and shudder with unbearable excitement, "we may as well get on with the party. But let me tell you something for your own good: Behind that sweet, virtuous little-girl act of yours, you are one of the hottest, hungriest whores I've ever seen in my life and before I get through with you, angel tits, and I'm going to prove it!"
Of all the spine chilling fears and terrors that the naked young virgin had endured since she'd been savagely stripped and tied down on the floor for their obscene pleasure, none was more horrifying than the sudden fear that Lenore Mason might be one hundred percent right....
"Listen, let's stop messing around and wasting time." Lenore suggested. "Let's get it on! LETs fuck!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The sensual dominating blonde's words broke the smoldering tension in the cabin instantaneously. Fred Mason and Paul and his wife Gina who'd been lounging on the thick fur rug before the fireplace watching Fred's wife caress and taunt the spread-eagled virgin now looked at the helpless brunette and each other with naked hunger. Paul's eagerly pulsing cock beginning to seep a thick lewd drop of semen as he flicked his eyes over Lenore's firm tanned breasts and lush blonde puss-curls. The young business advisor's wife slid on her naked ass-cheeks on the rug over to Fred Mason and boldly grasped his hotly throbbing penis and hefted it in her palm, praying he wouldn't cum too fast like Paul and hoping, in her pent-up excitement, he would ram his massive rod in her aching pussy to the hilt.
But Fred looked questioningly at his own wife and gestured with his head toward Janie, whose soft perspiring body twitched in a fever of raging frustration. It irritated Fred to have to ask permission like a schoolboy, but there was a tacit agreement between him and his wife over new girls like the innocent brunette. Lenore just had to have her twisted games or she became sullen and moody, refusing to procure any more girls for him.
"Not yet," Lenore told him, grinning. Standing over Janie, she placed her foot on the girl's rounded belly and rubbed teasingly.
Beneath the taunting blonde, Janie trembled with shame and remorse, secretly watching Gina Cazan stroke Fred's long crimson shaft beneath lowered lids. A confusing blend of disappointment and intense curiosity nagged at her mind; she was beginning to enjoy the wild unpredictable whims of Lenore Mason and to her horror she was starting to quiver with breathless expectancy each time someone ravaged and degraded her, wondering what depraved act Lenore would force her to submit to next time. The cunningly prepared virgin was unaware that she was caught up inextricably in Lenore's relentless game, an eager victim as they toyed with her sensitive flesh and building passion.
Only a few minutes before, Janie would have given anything for a respite from the lewd pressure on her seething pussy and asshole, but now she almost whimpered aloud when she realized they were going to leave her alone. The boiling torment in her loins rippled outward to every inch of her softly shuddering body, and as she furtively watched Fred Mason's long hard rod of flesh, she could almost feel it tearing into her own hungering cunt in powerful strokes, slamming deep to stuff her clasping vaginal walls and sparking the feverish climax she was craving with maddening need.
"Fuck me dog-style, Fred," Gina Cazan begged. She cupped his sperm-swoiien balls gently in her palm and shivered as his cock surged with a fresh wave of lust. "I'm going crazy just looking at your beautiful prick, honey."
Reluctantly, Fred tore his eyes from Janie's succulent curves and stared down at the smooth, slender thighs of his business advisors wife. If he had a single blue-chip stock for every frustrated wife he'd satisfied in the past twenty years he'd be a gigantic corporation all by himself, he thought wryly. But Gina was sexy with her small, dark-nippled breasts and luxuriously plump ass-cheeks. And as he reached down to feel her furrowed pussy-slit his fingers were immediately soaked in her hot, slippery moisture as Gina shivered and ground her passion-inflamed cunt against his hand.
Unable to control her lust any longer, Gina flipped over on her knees and elbows and thrust her buttocks out, not caring how obscene she looked. She hadn't had a decent orgasm in months, not since she'd fucked one of Paul's friends on the sly, a crude black man with no imagination but incredible stamina. He'd plowed his thick cock inside her frenzied hot pussy for a full twenty minutes before he erupted and then gave the wildly grateful wife an encore that left her glassy-eyed for hours.
"Hurry, Fred," she whimpered, lasciviously wiggling her ass-cheeks as she held her breath in suspense. "Shove it in deep-don't worry about hurting me ... just give me your cock!"
With a final subtle grin at Gina's husband, who was lying on top of his own nakedly stretched out blonde wife kissing her, Fred Mason kneeled behind the moaning housewife's shimmying ass-cheeks and gripped the soft hot mounds in his fingers. For a minute he brushed his tumescent rod of flesh tantalizingly against her inner thighs while he spread her inviting ass-cheeks in his hands and lustfully studied the tiny brown ring of her exposed anus. He was tempted to shove his throbbing cock into that rubbery little crevice without a word of warning but Fred decided to save that perverse pleasure for their captive virgin. Besides, he had a hunch Gina Cazan would be a really wild piece of ass and he was intrigued by the luxurious triangle of her jet black pubic hair framing her cunt lips, such a vivid contrast to his own wife's lush golden pussy.
"Fred ... Jesus ... hurry," Gina panted, jerking her slim hips eagerly, her burning vagina beginning to make hot sucking motions as his huge glans teasingly rubbed her soft thigh flesh. Even Paul's friend hadn't possessed an excitingly long thick prick like this, and her throat still stung from Fred's earlier invasion of it. "Please ... now...."
Fred gripped his lust-hardened member in one hand and guided the bulbously huge tip in between her hair-lined cuntal slit. The purple head made contact with her searing vaginal opening, and an instant later he was worming his thickly pulsing rod deep into the quivering heat of her tight wet pussy, catching his breath as Gina groaned and clasped his cock-head tightly in her narrow hot passage.
"Fabulous ... so thick...," the trembling wife moaned, squeezing his blood-engorged flesh with her silken inner muscles and reaching back between her parted thighs to clutch Fred's sperm-inflated balls in one hand.
Kneeling upright on his knees behind her jutting white ass-cheeks, Fred began to lunge his pelvis in smooth rhythmic strokes, driving his pulsating erection easily into her slippery cunt with growing excitement. He kneaded the soft flesh of her ripe buttocks in his fingers and grunted as he worked another pulsing inch into her boiling pussy-slit, feeling a wave of thrills ripple through the length of his cock as the slender, feverish swinger contracted her fiery vaginal walls in greedy spasms. Fred never had trouble controlling his lust but the friction of her seething cuntal muscles was sparking wild tingles in his loins, and he deliberately jerked his attention to Gina's husband and his own wife on the thick fur rug a few feet away, while keeping up a relentless tempo inside the dark-haired housewife's eagerly sucking cunt.
Paul was hungrily nibbling on one of Fred's wife's firmly tanned breasts, still reluctant to slip his turgid cock inside her wide-flanged pussy lips although the torrid heat of his bronzed thighs was like the blast of a furnace on his throbbing penis. Lenore had jerked out the pins that held her blonde hair coiled together around her head, and with her long golden tresses fanned out beneath her sultry face, she was so vibrantly sexy that Paul feared he would cum too soon after he penetrated her. This anxiety coupled with the heavy realization that this ripe-breasted, goddess-like creature was his boss's wife and if he disappointed her now his job was in jeopardy made the young business executive inwardly blanch with panic.
In fact, Paul had to exert all his willpower to keep from cumming a Lenore purred and fondled his sensitive cock-shaft and testicles in her skilled fingers. And the wriggling contact of her hot breasts beneath his sucking lips and tongue only fired his excitement further, until he felt his lust-bloated penis leap and quiver ominously.
"It's nice that you're sucking my tits, Paul," Lenore snickered in a patronizing way, "but I can't get off on that. Aren't you going to fuck me?"
"I-I'm afraid of shooting my wad too soon," Paul said miserably, then added with sudden inspiration, "I mean, Lenore, you're so incredibly sexy. I don't think I can hold back."
Lenore curved her lush mouth in a knowing grin beneath him, seeing through his crude strategy. But Paul was young and cute in a superficial way and even his thick stubby cock was boyishly irrestible as it palpitated in her stroking fingers. Lenore slid her hand up to the base of his taut burning shaft and circled it between her thumb and forefinger, applying a sudden tight pressure that made him gasp in pain.
"You won't cum now," the sleek blonde assured him. She drew her knees up high on the rug and parted her thighs to fully expose her moistly heated pussy, rubbing Paul's swollen cock-head against her pussy-crease to spread her trickling cuntal wetness on it. Then with a low hiss of animal desire she thrust the head of his surging member into her fire-filled vaginal slit and squirmed her outer lips on it with a low moan of excitement. Paul groped downward with his hands and cupped her warmly trembling ass-cheeks, gritting his teeth against urgent lust as her powerful cuntal muscles caressed his aching spear of flesh.
"You're not going to cum," Lenore hissed at him, gripping the base of his cock with savage fingers. "Look at your wife fucking my old man if you have to, and think about the wild time she's having with his enormous prick-you know fucking well you've never made her screech like that-and burn up with jealousy, but don't cum! Now hurry up and fuck me! Fuck me like a man ... not some snotty nosed adolescent!"
Her words stung his male pride to the core, but at the same time Paul felt a violent surge of anger as he watched his nakedly kneeling wife gasp and claw at the rug while Fred Mason pistoned his gleaming red penis deep into her frenzied cuntal passage. The bitch had never shown that much lascivious joy with him, had never groaned and shimmied her milk-white ass-cheeks in such a frenzy of passion like a bitch in heat when he'd ravaged her!
The obscene sight spurred Paul to plunge his rigid cock into Lenore Mason's clasping cunt with brutal fury, and the blonde arched her sun-bronzed body and reared her churning belly. Quickly, she raised her legs higher and locked them around her lunging partner's back, twining her ankles together and starting to rotate her curved hips in slow, sensuous circles.
"Come on ... fuck me like a man ... harder ... faster ... beat my husband at his own game ... come on ... wilder ... if you're good maybe I'll let you have Janie Lee's cherry!"
Now the double incentive and the challenge stirred a wild determination in the over-anxious young husband, and as if to make up for all the humiliating times he'd ejaculated too soon in Gina's feverishly sucking cunt, Paul began stroking smoothly and powerfully into the clasping cuntal tightness of his employer's wife, watching with a strange mixture of jealousy and pride as his own wife thrashed luridly beneath Fred Mason's massive rod of flesh. Damn her, Paul thought furiously, she never looks as beautiful as when she's fucking, the hot little whore! His rage spurred him to plunge his thickened hardness in a series of convulsive drives into the belly of the lustfully gasping blonde beneath him and the knowledge that her fiery cunt didn't trigger his imminent orgasm made him feel as virile as a bull.
Even the wildly exciting feel of Lenore's softly writhing ass-cheeks in his hand and her swollen breasts pressing heavily into his chest as she jerked her searing cunt-flesh on his pumping erection in lewd, grinding motions couldn't pierce the young man's fury and determination.
Lying beneath Paul, Lenore shuddered and sank her teeth into his muscled shoulder as his burning cock pounded deep inside her voraciously clasping pussy. Her psychology had worked well! She rippled her cuntal muscles against the battering head of his swollen penis and locked her thighs fiercely around his waist, her first molten climax already beginning to explode in her loins. For a mere boy, Paul Cazan showed a lot of promise, but if he seriously thought he could out-fuck an experienced old stud like Fred then he couldn't be very bright.
"Keep on fucking ... keep on," she urged, thrashing her hips wantonly and digging her fingernails into his back with lustful abandon. As always, the jaded blonde swinger felt really alive only when a thick hard cock was filling the ruthless aching void of her insatiable cunt....
As the two swapping couples groaned and quivered in an orgy of lust on the thick fur rug before the blazing fireplace, their nakedly slapping flesh and obscene moans were like a depraved mass against the pounding of the rain outside. None of them was more feverishly aroused than the forgotten virgin spread-eagled before them, her glossy young body twitching nakedly and her dark brown eyes drinking in every lewd detail with a deep and desperate hunger.
CHAPTER SIX
To Janie Lee Calloway, who at seventeen years of age had never seen the sex act, the shocking pageant of two wife-swapping couples thrashing and panting only a few feet away from her was a visual torment that intensified the boiling knot of frustration in her loins to a pitch of explosive urgency.
The brunette's glittering eyes swung from one naked couple to the other and back again, from Lenore's voluptuously writhing cuntal slit as it swallowed Paul Cazan's lust-driven cock-shaft to the kneeling Gina Cazan whose long raven hair cascaded down over her weaving head as Fred Mason rocketed his massive long rod of lust into her madly sucking vagina.
As if she were torn by a two-ring circus, the desire-tortured virgin couldn't decide which couple fascinated-and aroused her-more, until the sight of Lenore Mason's copper-hued flesh jerking beneath the rippling muscles of her partner began to hypnotize Janie. Even in her obscene, clawing rapture the blonde was regal and superior, her fully rounded buttocks swinging in a lascivious dance of lust as Paul fucked her with obsessive fury, his cum-swollen balls making a harsh slapping sound against Lenore's anus with each downward stroke. Janie's own tender anal crack began to flex in tiny empathetic spasms as she watched shamelessly wishing that she was the cock-skewered older woman at that moment and it was her own wildly aching pussy that was being filled and fulfilled.
Then Lenore raked a red-streaked path across Paul's back as she twined her fingers into his dark hair and crushed her mouth savagely to his. Her hips rocked faster beneath his wetly slamming penis, her long suntanned legs uncoiling from his waist and shooting straight out in the air in tremors of bliss, her soaked cunt lips shuddering as she gripped his cock to the hilt.
Suddenly the thrashing blonde swinger wrenched her mouth from Paul's and gasped, "I'm ... cumming ... but don't take it out ... fuck me harder ... aaaaahhhh!"
Listening to this lewd wail of lust, the mesmerized virgin on the rug gritted her teeth and stifled a desperate moan of envy as she saw Paul drive into Lenore's dripping cuntal passage in long savage strokes, lunging downward so viciously Janie could see his semen-bloated testicles screwed tight against the wide-splayed crack of Lenore's madly squirming ass-cheeks.
Janie's trembling body suddenly froze when she saw Paul's sinewy muscles and his buttocks constrict with his approaching climax. Then, in awe, the feverish teenager watched Lenore press her hand down between their tightly churning bellys and clutch the base of his cunt-moistened cock so brutally her knuckles went white and he grunted in pain.
"Not yet, you bastard," Lenore hissed, now clasping only the tip of his thick cock in her glistening pussy-slit. "Don't cum yet! Look at your wife-look close at the whore!"
And as Paul turned his head to obey, Janie's eyes followed and her burning gaze locked on the other naked couple only two yards away from her rope-bound ankles. Her heart raced with lustful excitement.
Fred and Gina had changed position and the lean, wealthy mine owner now lay on his back while the delicately curved wife sat upright over his loins, riding his thickly upthrust erection as if it were a saddle of lust. Janie's glittering eyes drank in every lascivious movement as Paul's wife slid her tight young cunt up and down on Fred's lewdly inflamed cock in a dreamy fucking motion, her fingers stroking her own passionately heaving breasts, her dark head reared back and her nostrils flared as she smiled in sheer wanton delight.
Each time Gina eased her hair-lined pussy slit upward in a slow sinuous, circular motion that made her soft belly muscles ripple and churn, the wildly aroused virgin sucked in her breath as Fred's long slippery cock-shaft appeared like a throbbing red hose. His fingers stroked the satiny flesh of Gina's gently wriggling hips and Fred seemed almost casual as Paul's black-haired sobbing young wife snaked her cock-stuffed pussy-crease up and down on his inflated penis with low crooning moans of joy, her willowy body softly shuddering each time she managed to cram almost the whole length of his pulsing thickness into her skewered young belly.
Now Janie watched panting as the dark-eyed wife began to rotate her hips and wail in response under the pressure of Fred's hotly palpitating cock-shaft circling the walls of her hungering pussy. The look of intense rapture on Gina's face as her hands clutched her partner's hard flanks and she started to churn her trembling ass-cheeks at a faster rhythm forced Janie to shut her eyes tightly in shameless envy.
The hopelessly aroused young teenager clenched her teeth to stifle the loud cry of protest in her throat, feeling every raw nerve in her fiery body sting with her furious craving.
I want Fred's penis inside my cunt! she thought furiously. For god's sake, someone fuck me! I'm going insane like this!
Janie deliberately used the most vulgar words she could think of in her silent prayer as if she could communicate her desperation to the others by telepathy, but their coarse sounds only triggered her frustration to greater heights.
With the last shred of pride she could msuter, the lust-maddened young brunette still refused to voice her obscene desires aloud, still clinging to the obstinate conviction that she could endure almost any torment if she didn't surrender to the final crushing humiliation of having to crawl and beg for her own degrading fulfillment.
She could shut out the sight of their nakedly fucking bodies, but there was no way Janie Lee Calloway could block out the wildly exciting sounds of their orgy.
The blazing coil of tension in her hotly seeping cunt-flesh wound agonizingly tighter and tighter....
* * *
Paul Cazan felt his male ego teeter precariously as he watched his passion-crazed wife ride Fred Mason's quivering cock with all the triumphant joy of a jocket in full gallop and far in the lead. Only half of his attention was on Fred's groaning blonde wife beneath him as she whipped her seething pussy on his plunging prick as though it were a molten suction pump. Even Lenore Mason's nails raking savagely over his back and her teeth gnawing at his shoulder couldn't jerk his attention away from his own wife's sinuous ass-cheeks wriggling with lewd delight as she straddled Fred Mason's massive penis with whimpering abandon.
"Aaauugghh," Lenore moaned, her soft hips and belly churning up against his stiffly battering member as though she were about to explode, "ooooohhhh-I'm cumming again! quick-stick your finger up my asshole! Shove it in deep ... yessss ... too much ... right up my ass ... I love it...."
Pauls' extended middle finger slid into the slick-moistened crevice of her wildly thrashing buttocks and groped for the tiny nether opening. Then the gyrating blonde lurched forward as he slammed his rigid finger deep into her softly wriggling anal depths. Her sleek body heaving in sudden pleasure-filled pain, Lenore again began swinging her voluptuous ass-cheeks at a frenzied tempo, wallowing in lewd ecstasy. Her doubly skewered loins rocked with her shattering orgasm and her bare heels dug hard into Paul's sinewy buttocks as she mashed her swollen breasts down against his strong muscular chest.
Startled at her violent passion, Paul felt his grim determination to hold out waver as her silken cuntal muscles clasped his lust-sensitized cock like a velvet fist and stroked it in spine-tingling spasms. He knew he was losing when his rhythmically slapping balls began to tingle wildly, and a few breathtaking moments later he was helplessly slamming into her burning thighs in savage orgasmic drives, feeling his deep-seated cum being irresistibly sucked upward by her hotly-convulsing cunt. But the rage he felt over forfeiting the brunette teenager's cherry was a faint protest compared to the squirming hot joy of Lenore Mason's ravenously massaging pussy.
"Can't hold back," Paul gasped. "I'm ccuumming!"
"Fill me up," Lenore moaned, bucking her mature body high off the rug and carrying his jerking hips with her. She could feel her own honeyed cum beginning to seep forth from her loins, meeting his hot thick spurts now stinging her exploding belly as she uncoiled her thighs from his ribs and rocked backward, jackknifing her silken legs high in the air. Lenore groaned with obscene rapture as their lewd dual climax seemed to go on forever, and then she squeezed her cunt hard to drain the last boiling drops from his sated prick. Paul sagged on top of her with a long satisfied sigh, wincing as she clenched his sagging cock.
He looked over at his still obscenely thrashing wife, her face a mirror of salacious joy and he silently cursed. He knew he had to win something from Gina before this violent orgy was finished or he'd never feel like a man again.
* * *
To Fred Mason, who was unaware of Lenore's lewd promise to Paul and who wouldn't have been the slightest bit perturbed if he had known about it anyway, Paul's supple wife had one of the most desperately hungry pussies he'd encountered in a long time.
For a solid fifteen minutes, Gina had slid her sinuously perspiring body up and down on his poised hot cock with lascivious fervor as he lay at ease beneath her. Each time she jerked down and hugged his hotly throbbing rod of male flesh deep in her lust-seared cuntal passage, her flowing dark hair billowing behind her weaving, her face contorted and her burning ass-cheeks squirmed on his naked loins like twin globes of fire.
She's incredible, Fred thought as he watched her fingers tweaking her own wildly dancing breasts while she swallowed his fleshy shaft to the hilt in her ravenous vagina, wriggling madly on it. The jaded swinger liked this easy position, it enabled him to hold back his climax almost indefinitely while his naked partner savored the pulsing length of his rigid cock to her cunt's delight. The frustrated wife had cum at least twice while he casually held his penis upright, his fingers stretching the flesh of her-soft belly upward to expose her swollen clitoris, so that he could squeeze and stroke the tiny wet pleasure-bud and make her shudder with increased rapture.
But now Fred felt his semen-bloated balls tingle urgently as Gina Cazan dug her knees into his naked ribs like sharp spurs and began to ride his blood-thickened member at full gallop. Her seeping hot pussy moisture trickled down between his thighs as the groaning young wife arched her back and thrust out her quivering breasts, wailing in the throes of her third blissful climax. She lunged in a fever of abandon on his palpitating rod, as if she were trying to slam his rubbery cock-head right up into her throat.
Her electrifying excitement rippled swiftly through his own loins, and with an eager grunt Fred lurched upright and crushed her wildly shuddering body. She snaked her tongue into his mouth like a fiery lash and pummeled his chest with her clenched fists, feeling his thickly throbbing cock expand and harden deep inside her bursting belly flesh.
Christ, she was going to lose her mind with joy if he didn't cum soon! All the seething frustration that had been gathering fire in her sex-knotted loins since her last encounter with Pauls' friend, was erupting now with nerve-shattering power in her wildly pumping cunt. Gina moaned and whimpered insanely as her belly spasmed in time to Fred's savagely fucking rod of flesh, and when his lean body tensed in her arms, her quivering pussy began to suck at his lust-inflamed cock with savage hunger.
With tears of lewd delight gushing down her cheeks, Gina felt the last pressure of her frustration burst as his mushrooming prick unleashed its fiery baptism. The burning jet of semen spattered like thick rich lava inside her frantically clasping belly, and the ecstatic young wife sank her teeth into Fred's shoulder and bit hard to contain her relief, their tightly locked bodies rocking back and forth in unison while their searing dual climax blended obscenely deep inside Gina's quivering belly.
A wave of insatiable greed swept through Gina's sinuously curved body even as the last boiling drops of his cum stung her ravenous vagina. She flung her naked body back onto the rug, still gripping his sagging cock urgently in her cum-drenched pussy.
"Fuck me more!" she demanded hoarsely, her ass-cheeks twitching in spasmic throes. "Fuck me again ... I'm dying for it!"
Heaving for breath, her husband's employer gritted his teeth as her feverish cuntal muscles threatened to crush his chafed penis. She'd been a wild, electrifying fuck, but he'd be damned if he was going to spend any more energy on her-not while there was a cock-tempting young cherry helplessly tied down almost within arms' reach.
"Don't be greedy," Fred panted, groaning as he eased his limp member from her madly clutching vagina. He had to use force to disengage himself from her savage embrace, but he finally rolled over on his back beside her, puffing and feeling completely drained.
He glanced over at his wife Lenore, whose ripely tanned body stretched out languidly on the rug while she smoked a cigarette. Her beautiful profile was glowing with contentment, and beside her, crouching with a sullen, brooding expression on his face. Paul Cazan glared at his own wife. Jealous, probably, because he'd never seen his wife screw another man, especially with such wanton fervor.
"I suppose now you're going to take the kid's cherry," Paul muttered to him.
"If you weren't such a trigger prick it could have been you," Gina snapped maliciously from the floor.
Lenore glared at her. She didn't like petty marital squabbles during her orgies and she was already thinking of a suitable punishment for the sharp-tongued housewife. Lenore's eyes went from Gina's tender ass-cheeks, still twitching softly as her orgasm lingered, to Fred's long red penis draped over his testicles with deceptive langor. Before Lenore could decide, a trembling voice cut into her thoughts:
"I'm thirsty," Janie mumbled. The two naked couples looked over at the virgin who lay helplessly bound and stretched out on the thick fur rug, almost completely forgotten during their strenuously fulfilling orgy.
"Get us all some brandy," Lenored ordered Paul. "And put some more logs on the fire."
"Are you going to fuck her now?" Gina asked Fred, her eyes glowing with lewd anticipation.
Fred ran his eyes over the defenseless girl's soft, ripening curves, the fire casting sultry shadows in the valley of her lush young breasts and tenderly splayed thighs. He imagined going to be with the pretty brunette teenager and his own statuesque blonde wife every night, an arm around each of them, his fingers caressing and his cock raving the best of both experience and innocence. And watching Lenore and Janie make it together in a lust-inspiring sixty-nine position was the finest aphrodisiac for his gradually palling sex that he could conceive at the moment.
"Aren't you going to take her cherry now?" Paul asked again, handing Fred a glassful of cognac.
Fred gave him a mocking grin, but didn't bother to reply. A sudden hushed air of suspense hung over the large cabin as they all watched the lean, athletic mine owner sip his brandy thoughtfully. Outside, the rain pelted as Fred's burning gaze locked on Janie's defenseless little pussy.
"Well, are you?" Gina asked impatiently.
No one waited for his answer with more feverish suspense than the helplessly trapped young virgin herself.
Forced by her own feverish curiosity to watch the depraved but wildly arousing spectacle of two nakedly writhing couples having a torrid sex-clash only a few feet away from her rope-bound body, Janie Calloway's torment had risen to unbearable heights of lustful yearning.
I want to fuck too! she thought with unashamed desperation, wriggling frantically at the thick ropes that held her fast. Oh God, I need a big hot cock inside me more than they do-I'll go stark raving mad if they keep this up!
In a few brief hours of merciless teasing, the shocked brunette realized they'd already aroused and tormented her to an unbearable level of passion and now only the fear that out of spite they would increase the taunting agony in her pent-up loins prevented her from begging aloud for relief.
Now Janie waited in spine-tingling suspense for Fred Mason's decision. Her softly heaving breasts and glittering eyes betraying her feverish excitement, although she succeeded in choking off the pathetic whimper in her throat. Even limp, Fred's cock-shaft looked enormous and powerful. Janie glanced at Gina Cazan's leering smile of contentment with a stab of furious envy. Then she looked eagerly again over at Fred Mason, who was gazing at her delicate pink pussy slit.
"Not just yet," Fred said at last. "I'm not going to take her cherry right now."
"Well, if you don't want to, I sure as fuck do," Paul blurted out.
Gina twisted her head around to glance scornfully down at her husband's shriveled penis. "With what?" she laughed.
Paul's face turned scarlet, but he held back his biting retort. Christ, he was going to pay her back before the weekend was finished.
"There's lots of time ... the whole weekend is left...."
Janie's face crumpled with disappointment and her loins began to ache intensely once more. Not tonight! How much more could she endure until she felt the blazing orgasm simmering deep in her belly explode and appease the demands of her hysterically primed flesh?
To add to the fettered teenager's gnawing frustration, Lenore lewdly caressed her trembling inner thighs as she held a glass of brandy to Janie's parched lips.
"Are you ready to beg yet, angel? Would you like to just whisper so the others can't hear you, Janie Lee? Would you like me to suck your hot little pussy until you cum-would you, angel?"
The helplessly aroused girl stared pleadingly into Lenore's smoldering blue eyes, suddenly twitching in torment when the naked blonde ran his fingertip over Janie's ovaled pink cunt-lips in an obscene teasing motion. Now the last of the virgin's precariously balanced pride crumbled as Lenore gently rubbed her middle finger against Janie's tautly aching clitoris, sending violent tingles of promise through the agonized brunette passion-seared loins.
"Yes," Janie whispered, closing her eyes in profound shame. "Yes, Lenore, please! I'm so hot I feel like I'm going insane ... help me, Lenore ... please help me."
Janie knew her humiliating surrender was a mistake the moment she saw Lenore's ripe lips twist into a smile of sheer sadistic triumph.
"Did you hear that orgy lovers?" Lenore called laughingly to the others. "Virgin tits here wants to be fucked. Shall I make her cum or let her save it for the cherry splitting?"
"Make her wait," Gina sneered. "She's been waiting for seventeen years. Another day or two won't matter."
"I'll take care of her tomorrow," Fred grinned. "The hotter she is, the better we'll both like it."
"Give her a break, Paul said, motivated only by an urge to argue with his own contemptuous wife. "Let the kid cum now."
Lenore stared down at Janie with mock regret. "You lose, angel," she said softly. "You'll just have to stay a virgin for one more night. But I do think we all ought to give you a goodnight kiss, right on your hot little cunt. Gina, you first."
The willowy brunette wife licked her lips lasciviously before she padded over between the sobbing virgin's widely parted legs. She knelt down and opened her lips while Janie braced her trembling body, and gasped and quivered as Gina's lips grasped her sensitively primed clitoris and sucked hungrily.
"Don't make a meal out of it," Lenore chuckled to Gina, cruelly tweaking one of Janie's hotly swollen nipple nubs in her fingers. "Just one kiss each."
Next, Paul knelt down between the brunette's sperm-glazed thighs and flicked his tongue deep and greedily, but just once into Janie's tortured pussy-flesh, making her lunge her hips up in a convulsive spasm as another stinging thrill tore through her quivering loins. Then Fred followed in the bizarre ritual, his burning tongue softly tracing the succulent outlines of Janie's tender pink cuntal lips, bringing scalding tears of new frustration to the virgin's pleading eyes.
But it was Lenore's fiendish lips and tongue that forced the suffering virgin to cry out in torment. The lush-breasted blonde purposely built up a nerve-rasping suspense as she blew gentle gusts of air into Janie's aching young pussy, then flicked her tongue deep into the brunette's wildly throbbing vagina and circled it around in a slow, taunting circle.
* * *
Then Lenore tossed a blanket over Janie's defenselessly naked body and the feverish girl watched her drunken jailers fall into a contented sleep on the rug before the blazing fireplace, their gleaming bodies lolling obscenely as they tossed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janie slept only in fits and snatches, not sure whether she was dreaming the whole depraved nightmare or actually living through it. From time to time, she moaned and tugged at the thick ropes that held her chafed wrists and ankles, realizing how futile her efforts were.
Her mind spinning in confusion, Janie recalled her desperate vow to herself when she'd almost slipped into a freezing numbing coma the night before in the flash flood. She would never say no to another man if she survived. Now the full irony of her helpless position flashed in her sex-crazed mind like a vengeful blow.
She'd finally said yes-not to a man but to a strikingly alluring woman who'd worked Janie up to a delirious pitch of desire, using the virgin's defenselessly exposed breasts and pussy as the object of her expert torture, encouraging Paul Cazan to rape her defenseless mouth, before Lenore committed the same degrading act on the raped girl with her own nakedly hungry pussy.
Right now I'd even finger-fuck myself if I got the chance! Anything to appease the maddening, never-ending torment that spread outward from her feverishly aroused thighs to every inch of her seething white flesh. Her swollen breasts strained and ached against the blanket as if they were going to burst, and her nipples were twin, tautly pulsing feelers of fire. Each time Janie wriggled her smooth-skinned ass-cheeks on the rug beneath her, the memory of Gina Cazan's lust-filled tongue flooded over her until she thought she could actually feel its searing wet tip wriggling obscenely in her tingling anus again, bringing a soft groan of lewd pleasure to Janie's lips.
The night passed in restless dozes as Janie tossed and whimpered, trying futilely to draw up her naked legs so she could ease the smoldering tension in her loins. She finally fell into an exhausted sleep just as dawn began to shine through the rain washed windows.
The next thing the virgin was conscious of was Fred and Lenore bending over her, untying her wrists. Janie blinked her wide-set eyes in disbelief.
They were freeing her!
One long look at the blonde's cunning smile would have told Janie at once that this was only another taunting maneuver in Lenore's seemingly endless game.
"Bath and breakfast," Lenore cheerfully told Janie, helping the shaking virgin stand up. For a moment Janie's mind reeled dizzily and her knees trembled like jelly. Then Lenore guided her to the bathroom, which to Janie's surprise was furnished as lavishly as a wealthy home's with a gleaming sunken bath and huge mirrors.
"The storm's taken care of the hot water so you can't take a bath," Lenore said. "Not that you've got anything to wash away-yet," the voluptuously bronzed swinger added with a coarse giggle. "Go ahead and use the facilities. I have to stay and watch you in case you finger fuck yourself."
Janie hung her flushed face as humiliated by Lenore's casual stare as she sat on the toilet seat as she was by the shameful knowledge that the cunning blonde had read her thoughts.
"My but your tits are big when you stand up," Lenore said softly.
Janie flung her rich chestnut hair away from her lovely face with an angry toss and started to pass Lenore in the bathroom's doorway when the lushly curved blonde suddenly slid her hands around Janie's small waist from behind and held her in a tight passionate embrace. The virgin trembled wildly as Lenore's full round breasts pressed into her naked back, the blonde's finely curled pussy-hairs grinding obscenely against Janie's tender ass-cheeks.
"Please don't!" Janie whispered, feeling her desire soar as she felt warm kisses on her neck and fingers creeping down over her softly trembling belly down to her hair-fringed young pussy.
Janie moaned shamelessly, unable to control her urgent lust as Lenore rubbed her agonizingly sensitive pussy-lips, now jerking her own tawny body against the seventeen year old virgin's in a provocatively lewd embrace.
"Yes, eat me ... please," Janie whimpered, feeling her sanity begin to waver beneath Lenore's endless torment. "Finger me ... anything please ... I can't cope much longer...."
With a soft chuckle, Lenore pushed her out of the bathroom door and back into the living room of the cabin.
Another day of ruthless torment had begun.
After the breakfast from the canned stores, Lenore stood up, her proud copper-toned breasts and generously rounded hips radiantly alluring in a bright ray of firelight. "Come on, Janie. It's back to the rack for you. More fun and games for our guest."
Chills of terror raced up Janie's spine and she quickly lay down with crushing resignation in the now all too familiar spot on the fur rug, her arms and legs humbly outstretched and trembling as Lenore bound her with the ropes once more. But the shamefaced brunette couldn't deny a faint thrill of anticipation, a forbidden rush of lewd pleasure at her own vulnerability, as though she knew any act they forced her to commit wouldn't be of her own free choice as long as she was bound and provoked by her obscene jailers.
Fred loomed over her, his length cock beginning to stiffen as he stared down at the virgin's defenseless little cunt. Janie's eyes burned into his with silent pleading and she even dared to undulate her soft white belly slightly, pretending to shift on the rug, her blood racing with obscene hope.
Now Fred's penis was fully erect, throbbing massively, the blunt bulbous head shining a dull red as it expanded before Janie's hungry gaze, his testicles bloated with pent-up semen. Nothing else mattered to Janie at that suspenseful moment, but her desire to have his long thick rod of lust-hardened flesh rammed deep inside her madly aching pussy.
Then Lenore loomed beside him with a jar in her hand. "I think Gina and I should give her a massage to get her ready."
"No," Fred said harshly, "she's as ready as she'll ever be. And so am I, dammit."
"I'm running this show," Lenore insisted with murderous finality.
"Okay, okay," Fred sighed. "Go ahead, Lenore, but hurry up. Neither of us can wait much longer."
As the two naked women knelt beside Janie's helpless body, the feverishly aroused virgin shuddered with fear and crushed hopes. God only knew how much more of Lenore's maniacal game she could suffer through. Janie gazed up at Fred Mason's burgeoning hardness with a final desperate glance before she shut her eyes tightly and tensed her soft body.
"You take her from the waist down," Lenore commanded the brunette wife, "and I'll take the upper half. Don't touch her cunt either."
Now Janie's new ritual of anguish began as Lenore straddled her gently curved belly and began rubbing perfumed massage oil on her ripely heaving breasts with lewdly stroking fingers, working the scented liquid over the shivering girl's inflamed nipple-buds and beneath the full firm swells of her breasts. At the same time, Gina Cazan's loving fingers massaged the oil into each of Janie's tapered legs, coming within a hair of the moaning virgin's pulsing cuntal lips.
"Feels sexy doesn't it?" Lenore murmured in a sultry, hypnotic voice. She lavished the warm oil slowly under Janie's sensitive armpits and down along her ribcage.
Then Janie stiffened and gasped as Lenore reached around behind her to gently squeeze Janie's throbbing hot pussy mound. Now her virgin flesh was aflame with unbearable need, and as her two naked tormentors fondled and stroked her fiercely trembling flesh, probing their fingers into the burning cleft of Janie's ass-cheeks, covering the entire upper surface of her twitching body with a glossy coat of oil, Janie felt her mind begin to shudder in time to her cruelly teased young body.
And then the maddening tension suddenly shattered in a deep agonized groan. The hysterical teenager arched her quivering body in a high curve off the rug as the dam holding her raging lust in check broke with ferocious vengeance.
"Fuck me!" Janie sobbed, weaving her head frantically from side to side, wrenching violently at her holding ropes. Her soft hips jerked deliriously and her glazed eyes riveted to Red Mason's rigidly palpitating cock.
"Fuck me please. Dear god, I'll crawl; I'll suck every one of you off; I'll do anything, but I've got to cum ... fuck meeeeeee!"
A deathly hush fell over the lodge as her obscene pleas echoed in their ears. Her oil-glistening curves twisted and spasmed in her hysterical passion and even Paul Cazan gaped in awe at her sensually writhing nakedness.
Lenore stood up, towering like a bronzed, golden-haired goddess of victory, her taut breasts swelling in feverish pride.
"She's begging for it now. I've won. She's mine ... completely mine."
"Untie her," Fred said urgently. "I almost went bananas waiting for her to crack. Hurry up."
Janie Lee Calloway no longer cared who'd won or lost Lenore's lewd game of sensual torment. All that mattered to her now was the thrilling prospect of having her over-aroused vagina filled to its hungering brim.
It never occurred to the devilishly tormented virgin that there might be another strange penalty for her total surrender.
* * *
"Dear god, someone fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Janie groaned her aching belly threatening to burst in sheer desperation. She was aware that they were all watching her grovel with lewd fascination, but the wildly aroused teenager no longer gave a damn what any of them thought any more. She had to have his throbbing penis rippling inside her furiously inflamed cunt or she would go insane with frustration.
"Crawl on your knees first and lick his balls!" Lenore hissed, reveling in her triumph. Whimpering softly the trembling brunette rolled her oil-slick body over and with her glossy breast mounds obscenely dangling, crept on all fours toward Fred's beckoning cock. No amount of humiliation could penetrate her lust-fired brain now, and the delirious virgin would have slavishly flicked her tongue up every one of their assholes if she were ordered to in her fever of wantonness.
Moaning desperately, Janie knelt before Fred's long virile hardness and clutched the surging trunk in her fingers, tremors of wild excitement racing through her loins at its burst of hot feeling. She lifted it up in one hand to expose his hair-covered testicles and began licking them with eager laps of her tongue, thrilled at their swollen promise of gushing sperm. Then without being commanded she pressed his burning cock-head tight to her quivering lips and swirled her tongue around the rubbery tip, groaning with obscene joy as a droplet of his cum dribbled into her mouth, almost hysterical in her need to feel its searing length ramming deep into her churning belly.
"Now? Now are you going to fuck me?" she moaned in ravenous hunger.
"Lie back," he told her hoarsely. Feverishly, the dark-haired teenager scrambled backwards on her elbows and spread her legs wide, feeling her cuntal lips tingle with explosive urgency as Fred knelt up between her open thighs. Quickly, one of Janie's hands leaped down to grasp the hotly pulsing length of his rock-hard member, and her fingers stroked it caressing the blood-inflated tip, instinctively guiding the thick rod of lust-hardened flesh until it was aimed directly between her lasciviously parted thighs.
Janie's other hand gripped Fred's shoulder in a feverish clutch as she braced her trembling body for the first hymen splitting thrust.
The lean muscled older man hesitated, staring down at her passion contorted face as his own lust soared. The slippery feel of her ripely oiled breasts squirming against his chest, the heat of her steaming young cunt rushing over his turgid penis, the currents of her wild arousal infusing his jaded loins and rejuvenating his sexual appetite in a way no other woman had done for years. He almost felt like a cherry himself as the luscious brunette's wide eyes burned pleadingly into his as she moaned in suspense for the brutal plunge that would deflower her.
"Fuck her," Lenore urged. "Fuck her senseless, Fred!"
"Come on; do it, do it," Gina Cazan chanted, almost jumping up and down with lewd excitement, her own fingers rubbing her hot belly in vicarious lust.
"Christ, she's hot," Paul murmured, aware that his own aching cock was rigid and painfully surging as he watched the hesitant couple on the floor.
"Now!" Janie begged him, feeling the blaze in her loins rage out of control as all the vivid associations of her long, merciless teasing swept over her fiercely trembling nakedness. "Now ... now ... aaaaaahhh!"
One moment Janie Felt her wildly throbbing pussy lips being crushed and in the next nerve-jolting second a white-hot wedge of agony was tearing deep into her violently resisting cuntal slit. A wail of unendurable pain escaped from deep in her chest as Fred's heavy, blood-engorged cock slid into the narrow depths of her virginal cunt, brutally ripping apart the thin membrane she'd ferociously protected all these years.
Janie's legs kicked out on either side of his unstopping loins and she tugged at his hair in a frenzy of anguish, feeling as though a tree trunk had been rammed into the tiny hole.
She could feel the hard rubbery glans of his massive shaft battering deep in her quivering belly with vicious force. The sobbing virgin darted her hands down to his hips and clawed insanely, trying to push him away, desperately trying to escape the agony of his lust-filled penis now ravaging her bursting little cunt without mercy.
For a few moments as Fred deliberately maintained his ramming pressure in her tightly pulsing vagina, Janie's naked legs kicked out in futile protest and her lips curled back over her teeth while she moaned incoherently. Her fiery young cunt was like a silken fist around his lust-heated penis and ke knew once he'd broken her in she would be a fantastic fuck. Her heated cunt throbbed savagely on his piercing cock-shaft as he savored her rippling cuntal depths and the exciting feel of her oil slippery breasts and belly as she squirmed in a frenzy of pain beneath him. A hot stickiness oozed out onto his loins and the thought that it was her virginal blood aroused him to a furious pitch of lewd excitement.
Then Fred drew back slowly, gritting his teeth as the boiling friction of her incredibly tight pussy sent shocks of bliss searing through his loins. Trembling like a leaf beneath him, Janie groaned as the brutal pressure in her raw pussy-flesh eased up.
"Stop ... oh dear god ... stop ... it hurts," she groaned.
But in spite of the searing pain, Janie could feel her burning cunt begin to flare and relax again as her vagina flowered wetly beneath its first brutal invasion, and the faintest thrill shuddered through her tightly skewered walls as Fred drew back again for another thrust. His hands reached around her velvety hips and grasped the warm trembling cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers rubbing the soft flesh and bringing a feeble moan of pleasure from her throat.
Now the deeply impaled brunette held her breath and her luminous eyes became slits of rising excitement as Fred started to lunge to a gentle but powerful rhythm. Her cuntal muscles responded with involuntary contractions around his long-stroking cock, flowering a little wider with each aching throb and beginning to firmly grip the base of his penile shaft each time he drove deep into her churning white belly.
"Unnggghhh," Janie whimpered as she cautiously drew her knees up higher, already hungering again for the battering of his heated shaft, aware that each stab of agony was accompanied by a growing sensation of bliss as the thick hot pressure inside her tender cunt became more and more tolerable.
"Oh, Fred ... I like it ... it feels good now!"
She delivered the last phrase with such child-like surprise Fred felt almost touched by her innocence. He could feel the responding throbs of her no longer virginal pussy become stronger around the insistently ramming head of his cock, and he had to begin exerting a harsh control over his own increasing excitement as Janie tentatively met his pumping strokes with gentle shudders of her narrow vagina, its wet heat beginning to suck at his driving erection with spine-tingling force. The urgent pulsing of her slippery little cunt on his steadily plunging shaft was triggering a feverish tension in his loins as her love-starved body sparked into wanton response, her initial pain beginning to surrender to swiftly rising lust.
All the thrilling sensations she'd denied herself during her constant struggles to protect her virginity now rushed over the shuddering seventeen year old with urgent rapture, and she began bucking upward against Fred's grinding pelvis with obscene joy, loving the sound of her belly smacking against his and the feel of his sperm-inflated testicles slapping against her tender asshole, feeling the first faint promise of orgasm simmer deep in her hotly impaled cunt.
She wallowed in the feeling of being ravaged and plundered by a massively pounding cock, loud mewls of joy streaming from her moistly parted lips as his long penis thrust harder into her feverish pussy slit. Both of Janie's hands now flew to Fred's head and she twined her fingers urgently in his hair and pulled his face down to hers, locking her mouth tightly to his. When he slithered his tongue in between her warm lips, Janie sucked on it furiously, swirling her own tongue around and around and gulping his saliva with lustful relish. "Look at her fuck!" Gina Cazan whispered in awe, her eyes glittering on Janie's oiled and thrashing curves as the teenage brunette writhed in a wanton fury beneath her older partner's savagely driving penis. The petite wife shivered as she recalled the cunt-gorging feel of Fred's rock-hard erection pumping up between her own ravenous thighs, and she wondered if she could control herself long enough to wait for Fred to finish with the wildly moaning girl.
Gina looked around for Lenore and a moment later she felt the blonde's luxurious warm breasts pressing into her back, and she caught her breath at the sudden lewd contact. Gina's heart began to race as the lewd woman's hands slid around her tiny waist and down over her tingling belly to stroke her dark pussy curls.
"Sit down on the floor!" the voluptuous blonde murmured in her ear.
Her slender nakedness quivering with fierce excitement, Gina quickly lowered herself to a sitting position on the rug, still facing the groaning, thrashing couple only a few feet away. Her eyelids fluttered and her taut-nippled breasts heaved as Lenore sat down behind her, and stretching out her long shapely legs on the rug alongside Gina's and snuggling her warm pussy mound close to the dark-haired housewife's ripe round ass-cheeks. Gina issued a low eerie moan of sensual hunger as Lenore embraced her in the odd position, squeezing Gina's tingling breasts in lascivious fingers and pulling at her desire-gorged nipple-buds.
"Our little virgin is about to cum," Lenore chuckled in her ear. "You'd love to cum now too, wouldn't you, Gina? You're dying to have me finger fuck you, aren't you?"
"Oh yes," Gina whimpered, her sensitive flesh shuddering as Lenore ground her hotly swollen breasts into her back and locked her ankles around Gina's, forcing the young wife's milk-white thighs far apart to expose her glistening pink pussy-slit. Something about the lavishly curved blonde turned Gina on intensely and she felt almost slave-like in Lenore's obscene embrace, knowing that she desperately wanted to be rich and beautiful and irresistibly attractive like Lenore, and knowing too it was fatally impossible. But if some of the socialite's glittering magnetism would only rub off on her during this wanton act, then Gina would at least accomplish something besides getting thoroughly fucked by Lenore's virile husband.
"Let's watch Janie cum first," Lenore whispered, pausing to bite the nape of Gina's neck with animal delight.
Gina turned as she heard Janie groan long and low and she began to pump frenziedly on the quivering cock buried deep in her exploding loins. Rivulets of perspiration trickled from Fred's shoulders and chest as he strained to keep from climaxing along with her. Her feverishly convulsing body was driving him crazy, and her spasming pussy gushed a boiling liquid that slicked around his pistoning member like hot, tingling syrup.
"I'm LOSING MY MIND...." Janie screamed. "I'M CUUMMIING!"
Dazed at the intensity of her first nerve-shattering climax, so torturously long in the making beneath Lenore's diabolical teasing, Janie squirmed her naked ass-cheeks in Fred's hands and clamped her shuddering cuntal passage tight to his brutally ramming shaft, urgently striving to suck the offering from his sperm-bloated balls. Her dark head flailed from side to side on the rug and she raised her legs higher, lusting for every burning inch of his long stiff cock until she could swallow it deep in her raging loins, until she burst from the obscene inner pressure.
Fred began fucking her in deep, powerful strokes, lunging into her teenage cunt so furiously that his cum-swollen scrotum mashed against her puckered little anus with jolting pressure. Quivering in delirious rapture beneath him, Janie felt as if her ravaged vagina was being plowed by a blazing baseball bat each time he thrust up between her jackknifed thighs, but even the ripples of pain shooting through her steaming vagina was obscenely joyful. She could feel a second climax building up power in her hotly skewered belly, and in feverish welcome the panting brunette snaked her arms underneath her own wriggling ass-cheeks and groped for the older man's dangling balls. One hand seized his hammering penis and urgently tugged at it, trying to force him deeper into her hopelessly hungering cuntal flesh, while her other hand squeezed his lust-tightened balls as if trying to pump the burning fountain of sperm from the depths of his loins.
Above her, Fred Mason struggled to hold his climax in check as he pounded his blood-filled cock deep into her succulent pussy in massive, unrelenting drives. He had to make this first fuck an unforgettable one for the lust-crazed teenager, but it was becoming almost impossible for him to hold back as her electrifying cunt sucked like a magnet on his hardened rod of flesh. His heart was pounding like a trip-hammer and his jerking pelvis was beginning to lag, but still he doggedly shunted his cock-shaft in and out of her fiery tight passage, waiting for his second wind.
There was no doubt about it, the jaded mine owner thought as the lust-inflamed brunette quivered in a frency of lewd ecstasy beneath him, inflicting sharp animal bites on his shoulder and groaning as though she were about to die. Someday Janie Lee Calloway would fuck someone literally to death.
He prayed that his heart would take it!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul Cazan's gaze shifted from the cock-spurring spectacle of Fred Mason ravaging the dark-haired teenager's tender cunt to the wantonly obscene sight of his own naked wife being masturbated by Fred's wife, and he clenched his jaw as a rage smoldered in his body.
Jesus, he thought furiously, if the bitch was that hot she could have come to her own husband instead of being lewdly finger-fucked by another woman. Everyone seemed to be having a wild time except him and he felt ludicrous as he stood awkwardly alone with his glistening red penis quivering hotly between his thighs. He watched Gina's petitely curved breasts heave with her rising lust as the sleek-tanned blonde sat behind her, clutching his moaning wife in a lasciviously tight embrace.
Lenore's fingers were spreading Gina's flowing pussy-juices around the dilated lips of her flushed pink cuntal slit, and all the while Gina's eyes never left Fred Mason's thickly stroking penis as it slid in and out of Janie's clasping cunt. As though her own husband's cock didn't even exist.
But an eerie fascination mingled with Paul's anger as he watched Lenore squeeze and heft Gina's full-mounded breasts in her hands as she kissed the dark-haired woman's throat and lovingly teased her glistening pussylips. Paul told himself he'd never seen anything so depraved in his life but nevertheless his pulsating member began to swell even larger and a drop of milk-white cum seeped out of his glans as his whimpering wife slid her hands greedily along the inner flesh of Lenore's tawny thighs alongside her own outstretched legs.
Then Gina stiffened as Lenore teased her tiny swollen clitoris, rubbing a finger over the tumescent pink bud rapidly for a few moments while her other hand duplicated the lewd motion on Gina's desire-tightened nipples. Grudgingly Paul had to give his hostess credit. She knew how to arouse a fury of lust in either sex in a matter of moments.
A fine vengeance flashed in Paul's mind as he watched his wild-eyed wife wriggled her naked ass-cheeks sinuously back against Lenore's close-pressed pubic mound, and he only hoped he could control himself until Lenore was finished with her. His haughty wife had always thought her plump white ass-cheeks were something sacred and Paul almost laughed out loud with glee at his lewd idea, wishing Lenore would hurry up and make her cum rapidly so he could give Gina the surprise of her bitching life.
But the voluptuous blonde didn't have the slightest intention of letting the whimpering woman in her arms have an orgasm as she wormed her rigid middle finger deep into Gina's hotly pulsing cunt flesh and wriggled it around her slippery walls in a sensuous grinding motion. Lenore loved to turn people of both sexes on, arouse them to clawing pitch of passion and then leave them high and dry, curious to see what they would do to gratify themselves.
"Would you like another finger, darling?" Lenore whispered in the younger woman's ear, rolling and pinching one of her tautly engorged nipples with cruel pressure in her other hand. "Would you like two fingers up your juicy little slit so you can cum all over me?"
"Oh yes ... please," Gina moaned, her impaled cunt writhing hungrily on the blonde's rapid-stroking finger. The fire in her loins was becoming a consuming blaze as she felt Lenore squirm her hot naked breasts into her back and burrow her own steaming pussy mound .to Gina's sensitive nether-cheeks, the sensual blonde's tongue slithering into her ear and then tracing circles on Gina's soft throat to further excite her.
"Not yet," Lenore whispered, smiling to herself as she pulled her middle finger out and switched her lewd assault to Gina's wildly pulsing little clitoris. The housewife gasped and writhed feverishly in her arms, her slender naked body twitching in urgent pleading as the oozing hot liquid of her empty cunt flowed uselessly out between her thighs. Lenore glanced over at Gina's husband, who was watching the perverted exhibition with an angrily flushed face. Terrific! Lenore thought. Maybe he'd be provoked enough to put this greedy bitch in her place.
"Fuck me faster, harder, please" Gina whispered hoarsely, crushing Lenore's hand back to her wetly throbbing pussy. Now the cunning swinger adjusted her timing perfectly as she watched Fred suddenly increase the furor of his pumping long cock into Janie's hungry opening. He was going to cum soon! Lenore wormed two fingers slowly up into Gina's suctioning pussy and the housewife groaned and began hunching on the stiffly fucking fingers, her buttocks churning against Lenore's curling pussy-hairs. With one tormented victim already released, the diabolical blonde was happy to accommodate another one.
"I'm almost there ... I'm going to cum," Gina panted in her arms.
Over my dead body! Lenore retorted silently with a satisfied grin. With a quick wrench, she tore her moistened fingers from Gina's frantically lunging vagina and the housewife shook her head violently gasping. "What's wrong? Don't stop, Lenore, Not now! I'm going to cum!"
"I'm putting you on hold," Lenore crooned, her fingers tweaking both of Gina's lust-inflamed nipples at the same time to make her groan and quiver. "I want to watch my husband cum first."
Frantically Janie locked her slippery calves up around Fred's neck and milked his heavy balls in her hand, her twitching cunt-flesh wriggling in wild ecstasy on his thick penis as the full fury of her second climax rippled through her insanely convulsing cunt.
"Ccuumming AGAIN! Oh Fred ... now ... AAAHHHHH ... my god ... I'M IN HEAVEN!"
The laboring older man gasped as he felt the sperm quivering in his sex-heated balls and his hands jerked her squirming ass-cheeks up tighter against his grinding hips as he burrowed his exploding hardness as far as he could up into her lust-soaked young cunt. Her wild animal moans rang in his ears as her pussy sucked at his burgeoning cock in voracious spasms, and he stiffened and groaned beneath his own massively spurting climax, shuddering as Janie gushed her own honeyed secretions to meet the boiling streams of his cum.
The wailing brunette slammed her heels into his back as tremors of obscene bliss raced through her stinging belly, rocking back on the rug and squeezing at his quivering balls with her fingers as his scalding spurts flooded her feverishly sucking cunt and dribbled down her trembling thighs, until she was whimpering and twitching with profound happiness.
Long minutes later, heaving for air, Fred eased out his dwindling cock and unlocked her softly shuddering legs from his shoulders, spreading them on the floor as he sat up. He knelt between her thighs, panting like a long-distance runner after a marathon, staring at the red streaks of her virginal blood mingling with his milky sperm on her soft inner thighs. The wetly shining pink lips of her cunt continued to pulsate lewdly before his eyes, like a small throbbing heart.
Then Fred felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his wife's eagerly burning eyes and wet-lipped mouth
"I'll take over now, darling," Lenore said huskily, staring down at the moaning, softly squirming ex-virgin. Behind Lenore, Gina Cazan sat naked on the floor, her dark eyes glazed with anger and frustration, her breasts quivering and her teeth pressed sharply into her lower lip.
"Shit!" Gina hissed, glaring at the lush blonde. "What a rotten trick...."
Paul watched his seething wife for a few moments, then grinned broadly as he walked over to her, his erection throbbing eagerly at the thought of his perfect revenge.
Still in a daze from her violent lingering orgasm, Janie felt soft caressing fingers on her thighs and peered down to see Lenore Mason kneeling between her widely splayed legs. There was a look of reverence on the blonde's beautiful face as she gazed hungrily down at Janie's palpitating cuntal lips, and for a few moments Lenore simply knelt there, rubbing her palms along the brunette's satiny moist thighs, her blue eyes devouring the blood-tinged oval of Janie's glistening pubic mound.
"Eat me darling," Janie whispered to the long-haired blond. "Make me cum!"
Her blood singing with lustful impatience, the hungry-eyed brunette watched Lenore lie down on the fur rug beside her in reverse, so that Janie's face was close to the swinger's lush golden pussy-curls, while Lenore's ripe mouth hovered near Janie's desire-inflamed cunt. With a low groan of passion, Lenore slid her hand over the panting girl's softly rounded hip and nudged her over on her side, so that the two naked women faced each other's furrowed vaginal slits.
With Lenore's warm breath edging closer to her cunt-lips, Janie took the initiative in a lascivious act that delighted her naked partner. She spread Lenore's ass-cheeks wide in her fingers and nudged her mouth to the crevice, flicking her tongue around the tiny anal ring.
Then, remembering how excited and thrilled she'd been when Gina performed this shocking act on her own defenseless anus, Janie darted her tongue deep in Lenore's narrow hot rectal split. Instantly, the blonde woman's naked buttocks wriggled with obscene pleasure and a moment later Janie felt her own tingling anus pierced with Lenore's burning wet tongue.
Together, the passion-crazed young girl and her lustful older teacher moaned and rocked as they tongued each other's churning anal passages, their hands stroking and squeezing each other's thighs and calves their leg-locked bodies swaying in obscene unison.
Dear god, I'm actually sucking on a woman's asshole! Janie thought in astonishment!
Even in her lust-crazed hunger Janie sensed that she was totally different now, that her shattered innocence had revealed something violent and almost maniacal about her newly awakened passion. But before she could grasp the shocking truth behind this elusive insight, Lenore Mason suddenly shifted her voracious lips and tongue to Janie's helpless pussy-slit and a long groan issued from Janie's throat as the first maddening thrill tore through her ecstatic cunt.
Now all the wanton sensations assaulting the passionately awakened young girl began to reel in her mind like the strains of an obscene symphony! Lenore's heated breasts squirming into her soft belly, the blonde's upper thigh pressing down feverishly on her cheeks, Lenore's long snaking tongue sending jolts of indescribable bliss racing through her wetly clasping cunt, and soaring above them all, Lenore's own lusciously ovaled vaginal lips, lustfully sucking back at Janie's frenzied mouth.
The shuddering teenager crushed her nose to the blonde swinger's fragrant pussy-hair in an effort to plunge more of her wildly fucking tongue into the pulsating crevice. She licked with deep groans as Lenore's syrupy cuntal secretions oozed into her eager mouth, wanting to suck Lenore dry, craving an endless stream of her liquid lust.
Suddenly Lenore was rubbing the oil-covered chasm of Janie's quivering buttocks with a probing finger and a moment later Janie's nakedly twitching body shook with violence as the rigid finger thrust into her tiny elastic anal ring with brutal force. But there was a tingle of bliss to the painful invader, and the shocked brunette quickly found herself pumping her ass-cheeks in lewd abandon on Lenore's impaling finger, beginning to revel in the strange sensation.
Then the blonde was pushing her over on her back, never losing a single stroke of her rhythmically fucking tongue in Janie's hot hungry cunt, and plunging her stiffened finger in and out of Janie's churning anus in a perfect tempo to her lapping tongue. And once the panting socialite was on top of her she began grinding her steaming loins down on Janie's soft mouth in a fever of naked lust while she used her tongue with devasting whip-like fury in the girl's hotly convulsing pussy, until Janie was ramming her fingernails into Lenore's fleshy ass-cheeks like raking talons under the frenzied assault.
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For the first few seconds when Paul Cazan loomed naked over his wife, who sat on the floor glaring at Lenore Mason in a smoldering rage of frustration, he realized she wasn't even aware of his presence. Gina trembled in self-righteous fury as she slid her fingers over her burning thighs. Just because Lenore was rich and sexy didn't give her the right to pull a goddamn filthy trick like that, she seethed. The vicious blonde had deliberately worked Gina up to an unbearable pitch of excitement with her lewd finger-fucking and when the feverish housewife was on the verge of an orgasm, Lenore deserted her for that hot little brunette! And it had been so damn exciting, weird but wildly arousing with Lenore's silky hot breasts digging into her back and her curly warm pussy nestled to Gina's tingling buttocks ... now Lenore was bending over Janie, playing between her thighs, the teasing cunt.
Suddenly she noticed Paul. "What do you want?" she asked irritably and then her eyes swung down to Paul's rigidly looming cock and she hugged her aching breasts.
"You, better, everyone else is busy."
"Well, I guess you'll have to do," she retorted sarcastically, but her eyes glowed hungrily on his thickly pulsing member. She quickly lay back on her elbows and spread her slender legs to reveal her moistly palpitating cunt-lips. Jesus, she looks like a slut, Paul thought angrily.
"Now about dog-style?" he asked horasely, anxious to hear her first stunned shrieks when he started fucking her where he wanted to.
"All right, dog-style," she said, turning over and folding her knees under her so that her plump white ass-cheeks hovered temptingly in the air. "But don't get romantic on me ... let's just fuck!"
"Don't worry," he told her. "This is strictly dog-fuck!"
Crouching down on her elbows so that her upturned buttocks jutted even higher, Gina guided his rubbery cockhead in between her eagerly quivering pussy-lips moaning as she ground a lascivious circle with his burning cock-head just inside the rim of her wetly throbbing cunt. Then she slammed her hips back violently, and her obscene gasps of pleasure mingled with his startled groan as his fleshy hardness slid up into her boiling passage to the hilt.
Paul held his breath as he tentatively began stroking in her tight, fiery pussy, biding his time until he was certain his rigid cock was slippery enough. His softly moaning wife had just begun to meet his lunging pelvis with slow, sinuous shudders of her hips when Paul swiftly withdrew completely.
"What's wrong?" she asked feverishly. "Keep fucking or are you shooting off again?"
"Don't worry," Paul breathed. He quickly straightened on his knees behind her and planted his fingers firmly into her softly curved ass-cheeks, spreading the white mounds apart to expose her tiny brown anal hole. His lust spiraling, he pressed his throbbing cock-head firmly to her defenseless little anus and paused only for a second as he gathered his strength.
"What ... Christ ... AAUUGGHHH!"
The horrified scream that tore from his kneeling wife's lips was like music to Paul Cazan as he rammed forward with every ounce of his muscled young body, ripping up into Gina's tightly protesting rectum with every anger-thickened inch of his cock until his coarse pubic hair was screwed crushingly tight to his wife's uplifted buttocks. He clutched her slender hips in a brutal grip with his hands as she desperately tried to wrench free.
"Stop it! You're ripping me in two!"
Then Paul drew back slightly, feeling her hot anal opening flex even tighter around his aching penile shaft in her anguish, and he began stroking exactly as she'd demanded, slow and hard, his pelvis moving forward like a leisurely piledriver until his loins were grinding hard against her quivering nether ring.
"Nooooooo," Gina sobbed, trying not to move as even the slightest twitch of her hips sent violent barbs of white-hot pain shooting through her massively skewered ass-cheeks. She'd been caught utterly by surprise as Paul's first jarring lunge into her narrow rectum had pumped the air from her lungs, leaving her with the panic-stricken sensation that a blazing poker had been rammed right through her slavishly kneeling body.
"Slow and hard, just the way you asked for it, darling," Paul muttered through clenched teeth, reveling in her humiliation and pain as he plowed to the hilt into her searing tight rectum.
His hands viciously kneaded and pinched the vulnerable flesh of her naked buttocks as he fucked and her startled gasps and longer agonized groans gave the ordinarily passive businessman a delicious sense of final triumph.
But as the sobbing young wife trembled beneath her husband's viciously pistoning shaft, she quickly discovered that the pain was lessening and the burning thickness ravaging her tender anus was becoming almost pleasurable.
Then, furtively, hoping Paul wouldn't notice Gina slid one of her hands down between her legs to her inflamed pussy flesh, and quickly found her moistly twitching clitoris. Groaning with a mixture of pain and rising excitement, the anally skewered brunette began to stroke the swollen pleasure-bud with her outstretched forefinger, helplessly jerking her pelvis in time to her soaring lust. Now the excruciating pressure of her husband's pumping thickness inside her anus became an intensely throbbing mass of pain/pleasure, until her whimpers of anguish became sustained moans of obscene joy.
"Oh yes ... oh Paul ... I love your cock in my ass ... oh fuck me. Fuck me harder ... ooooohhhh!"
Paul paused in mid-stroke, wondering if he'd heard her right. She liked it! His earlier rage returned with added fury at this new defeat and he began slamming his lust-inflated rod at a violent speed inside her writhing anal-circle, trickles of sweat pouring down his muscled chest, his buttocks quivering tautly with each convulsive thrust. But now his lustfully wailing wife was jerking her ass-cheeks back hard to meet his plummeting cock, her soft white nakedness wriggling in a frenzy of twisted passion.
Suddenly, Paul froze and shivered, feeling Gina's sphincter muscles spasm wildly on his impaling cock-shaft and a moment later wave after wave of cum spurted out of the throbbing hot tip of his cock deep into the fiery passage of her ass-cheeks. He let out a long groan of excitement as Gina clasped his bursting penis to the hilt inside her rippling rectum and shimmied her hips in joyous thanks.
"It burns!" she hissed, her dangling breasts heaving as her extended forefinger vibrated against her swollen pink clitoris. She could feel her loins spewing forth with her own feverish orgasm as Paul's boiling sperm flooded her ravished rectum, and she clamped her anus in a fever on his deflated cock, demanding more and more of his fiery cum, thrusting a finger deep into her wildly sucking cunt-flesh and wishing it were Fred Mason's gigantic member.
She wailed a soft protest as Paul wrenched his softening penis from her semen-spattered ass-cheeks and sagged puffing onto his knees. For another two minutes Gina twitched in her obscene bliss and then collapsed over on her back, blinking dazed eyes up at her husband.
"You fucked me up the ass," she said indignantly, stroking her chafed buttocks.
"And you loved it," Paul snapped back. "You were trying to climb right up my prick."
"It was sort of fun," she admitted, suddenly grinning. Maybe her husband had a few guts after all.
"You want a drink?" she asked.
"Get it for me," he snapped and then leaned back on his elbows and watched the nakedly writhing women locked in a bizarre embrace only a few feet away, their feverish bodies twined in a cock-stirring sixty-nine position.
Gina hesitated, and then to her own astonishment stood up and went over to get a bottle of brandy, wincing as her raw anus tingled with friction. Her husband had an ounce of guts after all. He had a mean streak that she'd never noticed before and she was already wondering how quickly she could cultivate it for her own lascivious pleasure....
Janie Lee Calloway felt her exhausted nerves begin to quiver ominously as the insatiable blonde woman above her scraped her teeth maddeningly over Janie's swollen clitoris, triggering an almost torturous thrill in her defenseless cunt. Again and again, the sobbing teenager had tried to push Lenore away but with insane persistence the wildly jerking swinger had forced Janie's helpless mouth into her dripping hot pussy, until the trapped young girl thought she would either suffocate from her tormentor's grinding pubic flesh and sleek thighs, or lose her mind under the inexhaustible tongue-fucking being inflicted on her own naked cunt.
There was no mercy in Lenore's voracious lips and long tongue as she lashed Janie's quivering cuntal depths. Each successive orgasm that racked the shuddering brunette's loins became a nerve-jolting punishment that rippled through her involuntarily twitching body in shocking currents.
If she bites my clit one more time I'll go crazy!" Janie thought desperately. There was a limit to wanton pleasure and the frantically tossing girl felt as if her nerves were stretched to the limit.
Only when her breath was coming in tortured heaves did it occur to her to try something different, and she groped in the crevice of the panting blonde's slippery ass-cheeks with her middle finger, until she located her tiny elastic opening. Janie wormed her finger into the tightly constricted circle with savage force, just as Lenore had raped her tender anus earlier. Then she wriggled and jerked it in and out of the squirming rectal passage in furious strokes, while burrowing her numb lips to the lust-crazed blonde's clitoris and sucking in violent surges.
Lenore's nakedly writhing buttocks quickly started to spasm with obscene ecstasy and Janie increased the fury of her lewd double attack, sucking and thrusting in sheer desperation, her free hand squeezing and rubbing Lenore's sweating breasts until at last the crazed blonde began groaning deep in her throat and tossing her throbbing cunt on Janie's slavering lips in wild abandon.
Spurred by the prospect of finally escaping her prison of flesh, Janie pistoned her stiff middle finger in and out of Lenore's stretching anus in vicious strokes and swirled her tongue around the bucking blonde's blood-inflamed clitoris until Lenore was moaning incoherently and oozing a honeyed wave of viscous cuntal moisture into the brunette's gulping throat.
And a minute later Janie was miraculously free of crushing hot breasts and madly whipping thighs as Lenore rolled off her teenage captive's perspiring young nakedness, inflicting a last lingering suck on the sobbing girl's stinging little pussy that brought a wail of ecstasy from her lips.
Her glossy breasts heaving desperately for air and her lust-glazed eyes blinking in delirium, Janie felt tremors of relief sweeping through her abused flesh. The exhausted brunette felt as if she'd run a harrowing gauntlet of depraved sex and just barely survived.
But the fiery glow in her loins told it had been worth every agonizing moment of her long siege of sensual torture. It's all right now, Janie told herself over and over. I'm free and I'm safe, and I feel marvelous!
Now the deflowered virgin was convinced she'd been plunged into every possible avenue of obscene exploration, that she must have experienced every conceivable thrill and torment that the insatiably twisted Masons could devise.
Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom to wash away the excesses of her flesh and then changed her mind. She turned on her heel and walked back to the living room where the blonde was watching her with a curious expression.
"Lenore," was all she said as she crept back into her arms.
The blonde woman patted her hair knowingly. Another victim had been admitted to spider woman's web and would never look back at youth and innocence.
