"Don't worry about a thing, Mom," said young Margo Cunningham as she continued packing her overnight bag, "Gloria knows the roads, and we're taking my new car. Besides that, I've got a map, a flashlight, candles, and a book on campsites in the Angeles Forest. We couldn't be better prepared!" She switched hands and put the phone to her other ear. "What?" She looked across the room to where Gloria Eddleton sat in a desk chair thumbing through a map book. She put her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, "She gets so worried about the least little things I want to do. The way she talks you'd think I was twelve years old." She pushed the receiver toward Gloria and smiled. "Listen to this." There was a steady mouse-like shrill voice of concern that came sharp and incessant out of the earpiece. "Do you believe it?" she whispered. Then Margo put the phone back to her ear and said softly and repeatedly, "Yes, mother ... Yes, mother ... I understand, mother ... Mom ...? Mom ...? Goodbye!" With that, she put the phone in the cradle and shook her head with a laugh. "She just refuses to believe that I can do anything on my own!"
"I know what you mean," said Gloria, standing up and walking across the small dorm room with the map book in her hands. She sat down alongside Margo and pointed to a mountainous region of winding roads. "That's where we're going," she said, flicking her red, manicured nail on the snaking ridge route outlined in thick black ink. "There's Camp Angeles, right there. Right on top. Nice, eh?"
Margo nodded. "You were there last year, weren't you?"
"I sure was," said Gloria with a wink. "You wouldn't believe the slopes-and the men! Fabulous! Utterly wonderful!"
Margo smiled and secretly swallowed hard. She talked a good game, she knew, but deep down inside she wondered about how advanced some of her personal ideas really were. It was one thing to enjoy making out, petting, and some actual genital contact every now and then with Roger or Gary from school, but to actually go to a ski resort and spend time with strangers, with adult men ... that was something much, much different than what she was truly accustomed to.
Apparently, Gloria saw the look of momentary doubt that came to play in Margo's lovely brown eyes. "Don't you worry, Margo ... The wolves at Camp Angeles can be handled with one hand behind your back! And with the two of us, you won't have a worry or a care in the world-I promise!"
"Thanks," said the younger girl. "That puts my mind at ease." She stood up and finished packing her bag. She had already folded and put in two pairs of panties, and one extra brassiere, two pair of pants, and a couple of blouses. For dinner in the lodge, just in case she needed something for dinner wear, she packed a skirt and stockings and heels. But that was all. "I think I've got everything," she said, looking up at Gloria.
"Toothbrush?"
"Oh, right," said Margo. "Don't want to forget that."
She went off to the John to retrieve soap, toothbrush, and other toiletries. Gloria looked on with pride and enjoyment. It was to be the raven-haired Gloria's turn to entertain Margo for a change. Usually it was the other way around, and they were always going to Margo's stomping grounds with her rich parents. There they'd sit around and drink a wine or two and pretend to be having a good time. This would be some real excitement, a chance to show Margo what life could be like.
"I've got everything now," said Margo, coming back into the room in a cheerful rush and brushing back her long, auburn mane on the way. Her hair was shoulder length and silky and shiny, and her bust-line was large in a subtle way. She had the kind of pendular breasts which appear small until the woman undresses, and then it was plain to tell that she was built slender but voluptuous. Gloria, on the other hand, looked large-breasted with or without clothes. She had larger, more ample thighs, too, but her legs were not as long as Margo's. She had wide hips and a big behind, enough so that she was often getting lecherous looks from the men in the dorm who watched her bending down to her locker or picking up a pencil.
"It's gonna be fun," she said with a smile to the younger girl who was taking a last look around the dorm room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. "Have I got everything?"
"Keys to the car?" suggested Gloria, standing and picking up her own bag.
"Yup. Right here." Margo lifted the key ring and jangled the keys.
"Anything else you can get on the way or when we get into Camp Angeles."
"Right," said Margo. She started forward and picked up her overnight bag. She was just about to exit the room-Gloria was now in the hallway-when the telephone started ringing. "Damn," she hissed, "I bet it's Mom-with more warnings!" She started out of habit to pick up the phone and then Gloria called in: "Let it go! Don't worry about it."
"What?"
"I say let it ring," suggested Gloria, leaning her head back into the room. "What difference does it make? Pretend you left five minutes ago, okay?"
Margo shook her head. "Gloria, sometimes you amaze me with your brilliance! Why didn't I think of that?"
Margo stepped forward and pulled her bag and her purse out the door with her. She reached back into the room to flick off the light switch. Then she pulled the door shut. The phone rang another five times in the dark locked room before the caller gave up. Then, a few minutes later, the phone rang again. But by then Margo and Gloria were well on their way out of Dover, speeding along Highway Eighteen toward Camp Angeles located in the Bear Mountains.
Chapter Two
"You're holdin' out on me, you little bitch! Move that head some! Come on! Suck harder!" Lance Ranger took hold of the young woman's face between his legs by the ears and began pushing and pulling her head back and forth so that her lips, wetly ovalled around the first three inches of his blue-veined, thickly bulging mushroom cock, went voraciously downwards along the ridged shaft and back up until they warmly surrounded his spongy crown again. "Ooooh, yeah, that's a hell of a lot better!" he groaned lasciviously as he continued to pump her docile face up and down his virile teenage member. "Just wait a second more, Kevin and she'll be allll yours! Mmmm, yeah!" His face was turning a bright crimson red as he enjoyed the first signs of an approaching ejaculation in the young girl's mouth. He looked down at the sweet, blonde haired, blue-eyed girl who fearfully sucked at his cock with all her might, never letting up for an instant. She had nice soft breasts which were naked and heated, hanging between his thighs and rubbing now and then against his knees while she sucked his prick. It was nice to see her slaving and swabbing over his cock, when considering that only a few moments before he hardly even knew her! It was like taking candy from a baby! "What'd you say your name was, honey?" he asked gleefully.
She wrapped her warm little fingers around the base of his throbbing stiff cock shaft and pulled with a wet sucking noise the expanded pink mushroom headed tip of his prick from her wetly smacking lips and tongue, and smiled as she licentiously rubbed the penis tip against her young thick lips, and said, "Sherry. Sherry Burner."
"Well, Sherry Burner," said Lance Ranger with a sly grin playing on his face, "burn it up, honey! Just burn it all fucking up!" He pulled her face down hard on his aching throbbing cock and she willingly sucked up the hearty tip into her lips and into the depths of her hot oral sanctuary. Her fingers slipped wetly down the ridged seven-inch shaft as the ascending cockhead rocketed upwards into her hungrily swallowing throat. "Yeah," he gurgled with obscene delight as he watched the lewd spectacle of his own cock disappearing into the depths of her naked, swallowing lips and throat. "Eat me on down, honey! Make me cum!"
He flipped his hips forward, against the young girl's mouth, so quickly in fact that his lust-bloated testicles slapped with a lewd smacking noise against her soft, rounded chin.
"You're fucking her pretty damn good, Lance," said Kevin Arnold, Lance Ranger's friend and accomplice in just about everything. "Looks like she's gonna enjoy it some herself, too!"
"You bet," hissed Lance. "This one here, she likes it every which way! Don't ya, babe! Ah-ah-ah! Keep the ol' pecker in yer mouth, honey. No need to talk just ... mmmm ... now! You can just nod yer little noggin', eh? Ooooh, yesssss ... Mmmmm, good!"
The young blonde was so voracious about her licking and sucking of Lance Ranger's thickly pulsing reddened prick that her slipping, swabbing tongue and vacuum like lips were making clicking and clacking noises everywhere she went in kissing the virile prick. She coiled her young fingers around Ranger's hairy scrotum and squeezed rhythmically at the egg-shaped orbs within.
"She's good ... good ... good!" hissed Ranger, his cock bulging in the hollow of the young blonde's cheek. "Suck me, baby! Suck me right on into ecstasy! Yeah!" He flipped his hips back and forth while simultaneously holding the girl's face between his hands and pulling her head up and down the length of his throbbing hot cock.
"Check outside, Kevin," said Lance suddenly in a raspy, breathy voice. "Make sure no one's comin'. Don't want to be interrupted here at the ... wrong ... moment!"
"I get ya, Lance," confirmed Kevin, and he sat up off of the barrel upon which he'd been sitting and gawking at his friend and the young girl, and went outside of the small dimly lit shed in which they'd been enjoying the girl's company.
In the distance Kevin could hear the sounds of the jug band at the Mountain Hoot-Nanny, at which he and Lance had met the teenager girl in the shed. He saw no one in the cool night air as he rubbed his hands together and prepared to re-enter the small wood tool house. Just then he heard the sounds of Lance Ranger's grunting moans.
"Uuuhhhh ... God damn, honey! You're a suck-Pro! Uuuuhhh ... uuuhhh ... uuuuhhhh!"
Kevin raced back into the shed just in time to see Lance banging his hips back and forth so quickly that he couldn't tell if his friend's cock was in or out of the young girl's willing wet lips. But one thing was for sure: Lance Ranger was ejaculating in the girl's mouth ... his hot blazing cock was spewing out salvo after salvo of hot salty semen ... and the young girl was trying desperately to swallow it all down into her belly ... so much so that Kevin could see her neck muscles flexing and straining to suck up the life-giving fluid as it flew into her throat!
"Uuuuhhh ... uuuhhhh ... aaaahhhh-iiiieeee," groaned Lance Ranger, his prick continuing to fire semen down the girl's throat, and then it became obvious that she'd swallowed all she could, and two twin rivulets of sperm came dribbling from the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin while Lance Ranger's cock continued to throb and slide between her clenched wet lips.
"Now lick it!" he exclaimed suddenly, withdrawing his deflating cock from the hot wet confines of her kissing young lips. "Lick it and suck it, honey! Finish it off!"
She dutifully pressed her lips and tongue to the tiny slit in the end of his spongy cockhead and licked and sucked at the remaining drips of cum. She used her tongue to lick around the thickened rose-colored crown, to wet it and cleanse it as quickly as she could. Her tongue worked like a hot wet paint brush with silky fine hairs, actively brushing up and down so as to make sure to cover every inch of his hot hard cockhead.
"Oooh, yeah, that's the way, baby ... that's the way! You know your cock-head, don't you, honey! You really do know what to do with a good hard prick ...!" His eyes rolled in their sockets as he enjoyed the final lascivious moments of tender tongue treatment against his aroused, ardent penis. He watched as though it were the first time it had ever happened to him as the young girl used her tongue to wet and swipe at his cock head and mushroom crown. "Ahhh, that's good," he said, panting with relief, and he pulled away from her and sat back down on the barrel on which he'd been sitting originally.
The young blonde girl wiped her chin with the back of her hand and with big blue eyes looked up at Lance Ranger as she licked the semen from the back of her own fingers and hand. "Yeah, honey," he commented in a long, langorous drawl, "I can see you like sucking."
"Sure," she said, smacking her lips and starting to pull her brassiere up from around her waist, "if the guy is right, I can't get enough."
"What are you doin', honey!" snarled Lance suddenly. "Don't get dressed! Kevin hasn't had a turn yet."
"Oh, no," she said, blushing. "I don't do the two of you."
Like lightning, before she could even think about what was coming towards her face, Lance Ranger's open palm smacked her across the right cheek. Her head bobbed right and she dropped her brassiere. She was sobbing and the tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Wh-Wh-What are you doing? I just sucked y-you?"
"You suck Kevin now, too, honey. Or do you want some more of this?" He held up his open hand.
Kevin was standing next to her when she looked again, and his pants were down around his knees. He had his cock in his hand and his eyes were filled with lechery.
The young blonde girl turned on her hands and knees and dutifully began the second sucking. "I didn't want to do this," she moaned, taking the head of Kevin's prick into her lips and beginning sorrowfully to lick the second man's already fully erect prick. "I didn't want to-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," interrupted Lance Ranger, "I know all about it, honey. But really, ain't one cock just like another, really? So what's it to ya ...? I mean when you get right down to it, babydoll-" He put his hand on the heated back of her neck. "-what's it really to ya?" He snickered and said softly, "don't answer that-just keep suckin' Kevin. 'Till he blows off in your mouth, eh! You get it?" He squeezed her neck hard and she nodded to indicate understanding. Kevin's prick was still throbbing in her mouth.
"Good," said Lance, letting loose of her. "That's good. I'll be outside, Kevin, my man. You enjoy yourself ... hear?"
Kevin nodded with a look of pure lechery filling his face. "Thanks, Lance," he said. "Thanks a lot ... "
"Don't thank me, dummy," said Lance Ranger. "Thank her." And then he left the blonde teenager and his friend Kevin Arnold alone in the shed.
Chapter Three
"The thing about sex," said Gloria, flicking the ashes of her smoldering cigarette in the car ashtray, "is that it's always there when you don't want it, and when you do want it, you just can't find it!" She rolled up her passenger seat window and waited for Margo to say something.
"The thing I don't understand, Gloria," said Margo, downshifting the sports sedan into second gear as she cornered a hard right uphill turn into the mountainous rock through which the ridge route was now taking them, "is how you can talk so openly about it. I mean, I never even mention the word around Mom and Dad, just because they might start yelling at me or something. They get so nervous about it. All I have to do is say something about being out parking one night, and the next thing you know they're giving me a big old tired lecture about the do's and don'ts of young ladyhood. It's enough to-" She shifted back to third as the road straightened, "-to drive me crazy!"
"I know what you mean," said Gloria. "It was like that for me when I was your age, too."
"You talk as if there's such a big difference," said Margo, taking her eyes momentarily off the road to glance at Gloria.
"Well, the difference between sixteen and nineteen is big," said Gloria. "I'm almost twenty, even. Don't you see? That gives me some extra time to get to know about things. In another couple of years I won't be able to tell you anything you don't know." She reached out with a knowing smile on her moist lips and pushed her cigarette out in the ashtray. Then she sat back and looked out at the dark mountainous night.
The road up to Camp Angeles was a steep, rocky one. The route had been carved out of mountain. The two lane road narrowed here and there and was extremely treacherous and dangerous. And it was night, just now, and extremely cold. A shiver climbed Gloria's spine as she considered what it would be like to be out in the dark on a night like this outside of the car, alone on such a road.
"It's so dark out," said Margo, slowing up some as the road became curvy and difficult again.
"Mmm, I know," said Gloria. "Just take it easy ... "
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the black sky in front of them lit up with a zig-zag of intense brilliant white light, as if for a moment the entire night sky had been ripped open and illuminated, and then the crack in the sky disappeared. It was followed almost instantaneously by the ominous roar of thunder.
"Damn," hissed Gloria, "did you see that?"
"The prettiest bolt of lightning ever!" said Margo. "You could see the whole mountainside!"
"Yeah, beautiful," said Gloria, "but if we don't get to the end of Route Eighteen before-"
Just then, as if the entire sky had been pulled open once again, it began to pour sheets of rain. The road was suddenly drenched with water, and everywhere the girls looked in the view of the headlamps there was a thick downpour.
"Nevermind," said Gloria. "It's too late now."
"What do you mean?" asked Margo, slowing some and steering especially carefully on the hair-pin turns that cut in and out of the wet mountainous rock.
"I don't know," said Gloria, "but in this kind of weather I don't think we'll get to the lodge in time to check in. It's just not possible."
"Oh, we'll see," said Margo, optimistic as ever. "Let's just see how it goes."
An hour later it was obvious that the incredible rainstorm was making driving very, very hazardous. Already Margo had slowed up to a worm's pace, and still, on certain turns, the car was nearly out of control. The roads were slippery and the turns sharp, and going on-it was already close to eleven-seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. It was also dangerous and frightening.
"I don't know about you, Margo," said Gloria, "but I've had enough of this. We can hardly see."
"I know," said the younger woman, her eyes peeled sharply against the pouring rain. "Listen to that stuff on the roof, too."
Indeed, the splattering rain water was so loud on the metal roof of the car that from time to time they could barely hear the radio.
"This is ridiculous," said Gloria. "We've got to get out of this."
"Yeah, I know," said Margo, her instincts telling her to slow up even more for the curve ahead. Suddenly the sky exploded again with lightning, and in the brightness of the huge electrical bolt the two young girls could see around the curve to a small motel lodge.
"Did you see that?" exclaimed Gloria. "There's some sort of house or something up there. "I think it was a motel!"
"But there wasn't any sign on. You'd think they'd have one of those neon signs on or something, wouldn't you?"
"Well, maybe not. Maybe in a thunder storm, with all this water, they don't want to short out the electricity or something. I don't know. But I say we pull in there when we get up that far."
"I think we better," agreed Margo, her shoulders chilling with fright as another bolt of lightning lit up the shoulder of the road and gave her a view of the sheer precipice upon which she was driving dangerously close to the edge.
A few moments later the girls were parked alongside the unlit neon sign of the motel, searching around for the office and some sign of life.
"That's the only light, there," said Gloria, pointing to a bungalow just behind the office. "Let's try there."
"Right," said Margo, pulling up as close as possible next to the office. "Shall we?"
"I don't think we have much choice," said Margo. Just then another bolt of lightning electrified the rain flooded sky and lit up the entire grounds, and then came a sudden thundering, as if the rock-hard bolt of electricity had struck only feet away from them. Finally, Margo said. "I think we better hurry. This is awful!"
"I know," said Gloria. "Let's get inside. By tomorrow we should be on our way again."
They climbed out of the car and ran as quickly as they could for the office door. Margo grabbed the handle and shook at it. It seemed for an instant to be locked, and then it gave way and she swung the door open. Inside it was completely dark and no warmer than it was outside in the pouring, drenching rain.
"Damn," said Gloria, rubbing her hands together and taking a quick look around the dark motel check-in office, "there's no one here!"
"What about that light we saw," said Margo, her heart beating faster than she could ever remember. "This is awful. We better get out of here, Gloria."
"Wait a second," said the older girl, "here's a bell or something." She leaned on a buzzer at the front counter and both girls could hear the sound of an electric hum in the distance.
"Hang on," came a, voice from afar. "Who the hell-"
The door cracked open behind the counter and a dim yellow lamp lit up the small office. "Well?" said a disgruntled unshaven man in his forties as he slipped his suspenders over his long John t-shirt and rubbed his face with his hand, "what do you want?"
"It's raining out and we thought-"
"We ain't open," said the man, his eyes adjusting and attempting to take in the sight of the two young women on the other side of the counter. "We ain't been open in two months. What you think this is, anyhow?" He started to turn back to the door through which he'd come, and Gloria shouted, "Please, Mister, we just need a room for the night. We'll clean it up ourselves. Make the bed ourselves. Just one room."
He turned back and looked at the two girls. There was something dumb in his eyes. Not that the man himself was unintelligent. Rather, his expression was dull-witted and it only struck him now, on second glance, how pretty the young women were. "You want one room?" he said. "You wanna stay just for tonight, eh?"
"If you could be so kind," said Gloria, hoping to charm the man.
He squinted at her, more closely than before. His eyes widened some when he realized how voluptuous she was. "Well, lemme think ... " he mused. Then, as if it were the most relevant fact of all, he asked, "How old are you?"
""Sixteen and-" began Margo.
"That's not important," said Gloria, raising an eyebrow. "All we want is a room for the night."
"All we want is a room for the night," mocked the man in a shrill voice. "Well, I don't want to give you a room-unless I know how old you are!" he finished off.
"Please, Mister," chimed in Margo, trying to do her best to help. "We can't travel that Ridge Route anymore tonight. It's too hard a road. And like Gloria says, we'll clean up our own room and everything."
"Oh, alright," said the man, rubbing his unshaven chin, "lemme see some I.D."
While the girls fumbled in their purses for their driver's license, the man turned to the little door behind him and shouted back at someone inside, "It's two young girls. Wanna stay the night." A weak, feminine voice from inside called back, "You old lech ... What the hell you think you're doin?!" There was a rumbling inside the small room, and Gloria and Margo eyed one another, as if to say, One night and one night only! This place is the creeps! The woman appeared at the door way, and she was wrapping and pulling tight around her shoulders a housecoat. Apparently she was naked underneath that. Her reddish hair was matted and damp, as if she, too, had been out in the rain. "My hubby fixin' you up real good now, eh?" she snapped.
"Oh, yes, thank you, Mam," said Margo, trying to be as likeable as possible. "We really appreciate this. It's rainin' cats and dogs out there and ... well ... I don't think we could have gone on much longer."
For some reason the woman was now looking at Gloria. "You two sisters?"
"No, they ain't sisters," said the man. "I asked 'em that already."
"Did you have 'em sign the book?" asked the woman, her eyes piercing and inspecting Gloria as if she were a criminal. "I kind of like their looks, Hank," she added, and then she disappeared back behind the small doorway.
The man turned to the girls. "Sign here and I'll give you a room. Don't mind her, she's just a little curious is all."
Gloria could smell the aroma of liquor on the man's breath. The little office seemed to reek of it, now that she noticed it on him.
"Got any bags?" he asked.
"We'll leave 'em in the car," said Gloria. "Did you lock up?" she asked Margo.
"Yes," nodded the younger girl, yawning slightly. "I got to get some sleep now."
"Sure you do," said the man. "What do you think I was doin' before you buzzed ...?"
"I'm sorry," said Margo. "If it weren't for the rain and all, we'll, we'd have never bothered you like this."
He stared at her, and his eyes seemed to burn into her chest, as if he were looking under her blouse and not at it. "Never mind that," he said, looking suspiciously back at the little door behind him. "I think later on tonight, if I'm awake and all-"
"Mister!" said Gloria. "We'd just like a room! If you don't mind?"
"Ahhhh, nuts," said the unshaven man, rubbing his jaw and then turning around and fidgeting with the rack of keys behind him. "Things just ain't what they used to be, that's all. Ain't what-"
A dull, buzzing roar interrupted him. It was coming through the rain like some sort of factory sound, a grinding. Along with it was a sound of voices, young men hollering in the night like wolves. The sounds grew closer, louder, and then it was obvious that the sound was from two motorcycles.
"Ah, shit," grunted the man behind the counter.
"What's the matter?" asked Gloria.
"Nothin'," said the man. "Don't pay them no mind at all. Just take your key and go to your room."
"What? asked Margo. "This is the strangest place-"
She'd have gone on, but the motorcycle sounds were now overbearing, and the door then burst open. "Well, well, well," said a young man in a leather jacket, his eyes bright and his hands on his hips, "what have we here, Pop? Something for sonny to play with? A couple of little mices to keep the night young? Mmmm, mmmm!"
Gloria looked out past the young man who stood and blocked the doorway. Searching the car with a flashlight through the passenger windows was another young man. He was straddling an idling motorcycle. "What's that young man doing out there in the rain looking in our car?"
"What are these young girls doing standing in my motel office?" asked the young man with his hands on his hips and a big wide grin on his lips.
"They wanna stay the night," said the man behind the counter. "And I told 'em, Lance, that it was alright."
"Of course it is," said Lance Ranger, unbuttoning his leather jacket. "Hey, Kevin," he called over his shoulder, "turn off my hog, man, and come on in here." Then he turned back to the man behind the counter. "Put 'em in cabin four, Eddie," he said softly.
"I was puttin' 'em in three," said the man behind the counter, Eddie.
"Four, Eddie. And shut up." He leered at the two girls and Margo and Gloria both wandered if just maybe they might have been better off risking the hair-pin curves and the rain and the black night on Route Eighteen instead of having to deal with this young man who claimed he owned the motel.
"I'm sure it doesn't matter one bit," said Gloria. "As long as there's two beds and-"
"That's the spirit," said Lance, cutting her off. "It doesn't matter one bit. So put 'em in four, Eddie. You hear me? Cabin four."
And with that, the young man went behind the counter and into the small room beyond. He shut the door after himself without saying another word to either the girls or the man named Eddie.
Margo and Gloria looked at one another with chills running up and down their spines. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The behavior of the desk clerk and the strange young man in the leather jacket was so odd! A few minutes later, however, as they shut the door to the small cabin numbered "four," they completely forgot about the motel characters and began to make their beds. Outside it was raining and thundering harder than ever.
Chapter Four
"There's the heater," said Gloria, quickly falling to her knees in front of the small electric heater in one corner of the room. She flicked it on, and a moment later the coils had turned a bright red and had begun to fill the room with a toasty heat. She stood in front of the thing rubbing her palms together, letting her body enjoy the new found warmth.
"This sure is an odd place," said Margo, looking around and testing the beds by sitting on the edge of the mattress. "I wonder why they didn't have the sign on advertising?"
"I don't know," said Gloria. "By the way, thanks for bringing along your overnight bag. We're gonna need some of those things, just to stay comfortable tonight."
"Sure," said Margo. "Glad to help." She went into the small bathroom at one corner of the cabin and began undressing. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her brassiere first.
It was so odd, she thought, to be out in the world and on her own, just like a grown up woman. She shut the bathroom door behind her and looked closely at her breasts. They were chill-coated and large. The nipples were mushroom brown colored, and the tips were a bright pinkish hue. The tips of her breasts were sticking out like little soldiers at attention, and the breasts themselves were covered with goose bumps.
She removed her skirt and felt a shiver in her thighs. It was as if the rain, the motel, and the sight of the two young men on their motorcycles had all added up to one thing only: fear! She shook with the fright that imagination can make possible. In the bottom of her mind she felt like someone was watching her, as if she were being viewed by some total stranger. Of course, she put this out of her consciousness, for she felt that this was a kind of fear on her part rather than anything to do with reality.
A moment later, naked save for a small housecoat she'd brought with her from the dorm, she exited the bathroom and joined Gloria again in the main part of the cabin. The older girl was already under the sheets and blankets of her bed.
Between the two beds was a small yellow lamp which Margo flicked on. Then she turned the overhead cabin light off and pulled back the sheets. The room was dark except in the immediate vicinity of the lamp between the beds and where the heater glowed red and bright. "It's so cozy here," said Margo, sitting down between the two beds, on her mattress.
"Isn't it nice? After all that driving I mean," agreed Gloria. "I'm glad we decided to stop." Gloria watched Margo carefully. The younger girl had let her housecoat fall slightly open. Without wanting to, Gloria had a perfect view of her friend's voluptuous pendular breasts. She could also see the teenager's smooth, young belly and the tops of her nice supple thighs. Just between Margo's legs, Gloria could make out the beginning of the younger girl's thatched pubic triangle. She looked up at Margo.
"I wonder," the younger girl was saying, "what those two young boys were up to ... with their motorcycles ... and looking in the car and all."
"I don't know," said Gloria, thinking to herself: Of course we know what they were up to, dearie ... They were up to thinking about sex and about us and we held them off by letting them know what kind of girls we were. Don't be such a prude!
"Oh, well," continued the younger of the women, removing her housecoat and remaining nakedly perched on the edge of the mattress, "I suppose we'll see the last of them in the morning. That one who came into the office certainly was brazen and cold, wasn't he? The way he was saying My motel and Give them room number four! I mean, really, I thought Danny and Roger were pushy sometimes. He was just too much!"
"I know what you mean," said Gloria, turning away on her side so as not to be embarrassed by her friend's nakedness. There was something about the young girl's frankness, the way she sat with her knee now pulled up against her bare breasts so that she could look at her toes ... something that made Gloria wonder about the youthful college girl. "Have you ever had sex before?" she asked quietly, looking in the other direction.
Margo giggled slightly. "Well, if you can call petting on the bluff sex, I guess so."
"No, I mean intercourse," said Gloria.
"Well, to tell you the truth," began Margo, "I'm not sure."
Gloria laughed. "This ought to be good. What do you mean, you're not sure? Don't you know? It seems the kind of thing-at least from my experience-that you know right away about ... "
"Well, it didn't hurt, if that's what you mean by 'right away'. And there wasn't any blood. And it didn't feel like all that much to me. That's why I say I don't know."
"Who was it?" asked Gloria, turning and looking at Margo now.
"Roger," said the younger girl, changing feet. She pulled her other leg up against her large smooth naked breast and began looking at the toes on that foot.
"Actually," conceded Gloria, "it takes a while before you actually enjoy it. I always liked the looks of a naked man, but I never really liked fondling him until I got a little older."
"What do you mean fondle?" asked Margo innocently looking up at Gloria.
"You know, playing with his cock."
"I didn't play with Roger's cock. Well, that's not all true. Once I gave him a hand-job. What a mess. There was that cream all over the car and everything and-"
"Didn't it make you hot though?" asked Gloria. "Didn't it make you feel hot and all warm inside?"
"It happened so quickly," said Margo, going back to her toes. "I don't know. I guess I'm still kind of a virgin."
Gloria pulled the sheets up close around her shoulders. The talk about sex was making her think back to the times she'd spent with young men friends. She had one steady lover, an older man who was very experienced in things sexual and always willing to provide her with whatever sort of physical satisfaction she wanted. She knew that her craves were deep and this man agreed with her. But this weekend he was busy with his work-and with his wife-so she'd chosen to go away with Margo. But now, alone in the dark little cabin room except for her friend, with the talk of sex heavy on her mind, she was beginning to taunt herself with one finger, slowly, under cover of the sheets, drawing her hand back and forth between her thighs. She could feel her own slick loins chilling instantly, and with a quick secretive poke at the fleshy lips of her vagina, she knew immediately that her pussy was already filling with a heat and wetness that belied her inner thoughts.
"Oooh, Margo," she said quietly, "would you mind turning out the light? All this talk about sex has made me sleepy."
"Sleepy? It's made me-"
"Never mind that," said Gloria. "We better get some sleep. Especially since we have to be up early tomorrow and on our way skiing, eh?"
"Okay," said Margo, accepting the daughterly role that Gloria wanted her to play. She climbed under the sheets and shivered, enough so that her shoulders trembled. Then she reached out and turned off the lamp.
A moment later, fearful that her passions might be too vocal once she got underway, Gloria crept silently out of bed and tip-toed into the cabin bathroom. She closed the door behind her.
Chapter Five
"Look at that, man! Oooh, yeah! She just went into the John!"
"Lemme up there," hissed Lance Ranger, taking Kevin by the collar and pulling him down off the chair in room three of the motel. He took his buddy's place in the elevated position and stared through the peephole. "Oooh, yeah, man, this is a big break ... a big, big, break!"
Room three was adjacent at every wall with room four, and in each of the walls Lance Ranger had installed a small viewing cylinder which enabled him to look into the cabin and bathroom with extra special clarity. "Ooooh, yeah," he hissed just now, feeling his scrotal sack tighten, his testicles beginning to churn with lust, for what he viewed was the sight of naked Gloria squatting down on the toilet seat of room four and spreading her thighs so that she would have access with one hand to the pubic triangle which camouflaged her moistly puckering labial lips.
"She's startin' to do it," grunted Lance Ranger. "She's puttin' a finger down to her cunt. There she goes! Oh, yeah, this babe is wild! She's one hell of a horny fuckin' bitch!" He changed eyes and stared through the peep hole down at the sight of naked, masturbating Gloria Eddleton.
Gloria had one hand between her supple, alabaster thighs, and the other palmed one of her large, smooth breasts. From time to time she plucked the ripened nipple of her breast and tweaked it into a lively twitch while simultaneously fingering her rubbery clitoris. The nerve-laden bud was slippery wet, and because Gloria held her pouting cuntal lips spread apart, Lance Ranger could actually see the young woman flicking and rubbing the ball of her index finger up and down around the smooth, excitable vaginal flesh.
"Hot damn!" he groaned on the other side of the wall, and he reached down between his legs and began unconsciously rubbing with his palm at the growing bulge in his own trousers. He wanted to pull his cock out of his pants and start jacking it off right then and there, but he decided it might be better to just stroke himself some while waiting for the young woman to get a little more aroused with her masturbation.
"She's gettin' so fucking hot, Kevin," he told his friend. "I wish there was another hole for you, buddy, but it's just tough luck."
"Lemme have a little peek, Lance, will ya?" asked Kevin Arnold, his mouth hanging open in jealousy as he watched his friend leering above on the chair.
"Alright, take a little look," whispered Lance, climbing down off the chair.
Kevin climbed up in his place. He put his eye against the hole and peered into the well-lit bathroom. He saw in the opposite corner, facing him practically, the young nineteen year old woman. Her legs were not only spread now, but she had one foot up on the edge of the seat so that her thigh looked long and the flesh of it taut and slick. Her cuntal lips were fully open and she drew a finger up and down the wet slippery gash. She was working her labia and flipping and rubbing her aroused clit as she did. Her other hand was squeezing and rolling the creamy, resilient flesh of her breasts.
"She's too much!" hissed Kevin. "Oh, yeah, she's got her head back now ... she's really gettin' into it, man ... Oooh, yeah, she's finger-fuckin' herself now!"
Again Lance Ranger yanked his buddy from the chair and resumed his position. Indeed, he found it to be true. The young woman had two fingers pounded into the depths of her vagina, and she was rolling her knuckles against the outer lips of her cunt while digging her long bony fingers into the satiny walls of her interior vagina. "She's goin' wild, alright. She's really fucking her pussy up good now ...!"
In the bathroom, Gloria was panting out loud and passionately, her pussy heating up to the maximum in a matter of a few deft strokes. She let her leg down and then saw that the sink was at just the right angle and spacing that she could lift her thigh up over it and thus sit comfortably on the toilet with one foot raised and her loins spread wide apart and open. She put her head back and began in earnest to pump her cunt with her knowing, experienced fingers ... until she could hardly stand the excitement that raged in the form of a glowing heat between her long, scissor-sharp thighs!
"Ahhhhh, fuck," she grunted softly, plunging her fingers into the remote depths of her cuntal belly. "Sheeezzee, yessss!" Her nostrils were flaring, and her breasts were tightened with goose bumps. The tips of her nipples were hardened and sticking out like a couple of miniature hat-posts. "Ooooh," she groaned as her finger grinded up and down in the fleshy aperture of her cuntal wetness. "Mmmmm ... yess-ssssssss!"
"She's so hot," whispered Lance Ranger on the other side of the bathroom wall. "Kevin, she's about to have herself a cum!"
"I wanna see," said the other young man.
"Forget it," said Lance, "from here on out she's all mine ... Mmmmm, look at her go!"
At that moment Gloria had just about peaked with excitement. Her clitoris felt as hot as a well-burning coal. She could hardly keep from moaning aloud, but she knew that Margo was asleep in the other room. Suddenly she found herself picturing the last time she was in her lover's arms, his body slamming down between her legs, his long hard cock filling her cunt with prick-shaft thickness, the spongy mushroom-head boring into her belly like a tempered piece of steel.
"Oooh, yes, fuck ... "she cried out softly. "Fuck me, Burt ... fuck me hardddddd-dd ...!" She leaned over in a fit of rapture and pumped her finger into the pouting swollen lips of her aroused vagina with undulating and deliberate steadiness. She knew that now was the time to take herself the rest of the way up the ecstasy climb, up into the land of her self-aroused bliss. "Just ... a little ... morrrrrrrr ... " she told herself softly. "Just one more ... mmmm-mm ... yessssssss," and she practically collapsed in relaxation as the steady pumping of her own fingers now matched the rhythmic contractions and swallowing of her orgasmically finishing cunt. She was cumming and enjoying every second of it.
"Oooh, yeah," said Lance Ranger, unbeknownst to Gloria who was now slumped in post-ecstasy bliss on the toilet seat, wiping her fingers on her thighs. "That cunt there knows just about everything a woman would ever need to know!" He climbed down from his chair at the wall and indicated that Kevin could help himself.
"She's washing her hands now," said Kevin once he was in position on the chair and at the wall. "Oh, wow, look at her," he said softly. "She's even better than the other one, I bet," added Kevin.
"Take your pick, my friend," said Lance, deep in concentrated thought. "I think you can even have both of them, if you want ... "
Kevin looked down from the peephole. "She's leaving there now ... "
Lance Ranger smiled. "Good. She's probably ready for a little party action now, wouldn't you say?!"
Kevin smiled lecherously. "Yeahhhh," he said, nodding dumbly. "I think I see what ya mean ... "He was staring through the peephole at the smooth white rounds of Gloria's big ass cheeks as she wiggled out of the John.
Chapter Six
Margo Cunningham lay alone in the small cabin room trying to put out of her mind the sound of Gloria's passionate breathing. She'd heard about young women who masturbated themselves, and even on occasion she'd allowed herself such liberties-but for the most part, she tried not to think about it.
The door to the bathroom opened and Margo closed her eyes, feigning sleep. She didn't want Gloria to know she was awake. After all, maybe it would even save her friend some embarrassment this way ...
"Are you awake?" asked Gloria, climbing nakedly into her bed. "Margo?"
Margo lay perfectly still with her eyes shut. She didn't want to speak with Gloria just now, especially after the older girl had done something so shameful. It was a vile idea ... something she wished not to think about any more. She rolled sideways so as to face the other direction, toward the cabin wall. Secretly, Margo admired Gloria for having the courage to satisfy herself the way she did. It was always like that, Gloria was always getting what she wanted. She was always going places where there were men and doing things that were looked at by some people as nasty or vile. Well, enough of that ... it's time for sleep ...
Margo began to lose track of her thoughts. She thought she heard Gloria asking something, but then she was sound asleep. She had no idea how long a period of time passed, but she woke with a start. She didn't sit up but she opened her eyes suddenly and quickly.
The room was pitch black. She couldn't tell if ten minutes had gone by ... or two hours. The rain was still falling, the room was completely dark, there was the occasional sound of thunder.
As she lay wondering what it was that had awakened her, Margo realized that she could hear Gloria's heavy breathing. Then, slowly but surely, she came to have the impression that there was more than one other person in the small room with her, that some other person or persons were there nearby ... also breathing!
"Who's there?" she hissed at the blackness in front of her, sensing that whoever it was might be standing at the foot of the bed. "Who is it?" She sat up and as she did neglected to pull with her sheets, and her breasts chilled with the feel of the cold night air that passed over her naked body.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck out in the sky and its white blaze filled the small cabin room with intense bright light ... and Margo saw that standing at the foot of her bed, unbuttoning his shirt, was the young man, Lance Ranger, who had intruded while they were checking in.
"Oooooh!" she shrieked, and the room went dark, blacker than before even, as the illumination from the lightning disappeared as quickly and suddenly as it had appeared.
"Get her," said Lance Ranger in the dark, "and hold her down."
"Right," said a second male voice, and as she started to back off, away from what she presumed would be the direction of the attack, Margo felt a pair of moist, thick hands wrap around her shoulders and pull her struggling naked torso down into the soft mattress.
"Stop it," she shrieked. "What are you doing?! No! Stop it!"
"Shut yer mouth," scolded the first voice, Lance Ranger's, and a hard, empty palm came smacking across her face before she could even think.
"What's going on?" cried Gloria Eddleton from her bed, suddenly waking and sitting up.
"Just hold on to your cookies, ladies, and let me make introductions ... "
"What the hell?" cried Gloria, and the lights went on in the room.
Margo was already sobbing with the effrontery of having a complete stranger holding her naked body down on the mattress, and Gloria was staring at the man who stood at the light switch, Lance Ranger. "It's party time, girls ... You know what I mean? We're gonna have some fun together ...!"
"Get out of here," hissed Gloria.
"You don't have to thank me right away," said Lance, pulling his shirt off one sleeve at a time and folding it over a chair which was propped under the handle of the only door into the room. "It's part of the motel policy to make sure that all guests are satisfied in every way possible."
"You bastards!" cried Gloria. "Both of you, get out of here!" She stood up with a sheet around her shoulders and started across the room toward the door. She reached down for the chair that held the door shut and started to remove it from under the handle.
Lance reached out and with one hand snapped the white sheet from Gloria's body. She stood shuddering and naked, and when she started to lift the chair away from the door again, he slapped her twice quickly on either cheek. She backed off from the chair and shook a fist at him: "You have no right," she sobbed. "Stop this right now! I'll call the police ...!" She turned and started to the back of the room where the phone was. Lance Ranger took a large step alongside her and reached the phone before she did, and in one fell swoop swung that phone away from the wall and in doing so yanked the wires out of the connection.
"Oooh, God," moaned Gloria, "do you know what you're doing? Do you know-"
He didn't let her complete her sentence. He reached out with both hands and pulled her face up close to his and kissed her long and hard in the mouth. His tongue dove into her throat and fished around like a French tuna fisherman until she was nearly gasping for breath. He pulled away and looked down at her lust-hardened nipples. "I know exactly what I'm doing-exactly!" His hands shot out again, and this time wrapped around the smooth small of her white back and pulled her up against his bare chest. His thigh spread her thighs and rode up between her surprised loins until his Levi's touched on her pubic triangle and she wriggled to get free, riding his leg like a young girl on a new pony.
"Stop it," she hissed, but again he kissed her and one hand came up and took charge of her large, voluptuous breast. He palmed and kneaded the soft, resilient flesh of her breast, paying special attention to the cherry-red nipple while simultaneously with the other hand cupping her white buttocks and squeezing them and fisting them with his fingers, kneading the soft, sexual flesh until both her breast and her asscheeks were reddened with welts from his hard loving. Then he ceased kissing her and stood away. Hot tears of humiliating hurt ran down her cheeks and she shook her head from side to side, undeniably aroused by his ardent stroking and kissing, and when she started to speak again, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Don't even think about trying to tell me you don't like it, honey. I saw you in that bathroom there. The real McCoy is gonna be a lot nicer than anything you can do with your fingers. So just settle down some, and I'll go easy on you. Besides, it's your little virginal friend I'm interested in anyhow. So you just be nice and I'll go real easy on you, eh? One little fuck with Kevin is all you'll have to do. The rest'll be a cinch, eh?" As he finished whispering in her ear he let her face go-he'd been holding her by the chin and jaw-and he patted her on the cheek. "That's a good girl. Just go sit down!"
"Oooh," she huffed, but she followed his directions and went and sat down on the bed. She started to cover herself but he snatched the sheet away from her again. "You just stay naked," he said, "now that you're used to it and all ... " He turned his attention to Margo.
"How did you get in here?" the teenager girl snapped at him immediately, still struggling mildly against the hard-pressing hands of Lance Ranger's friend, Kevin Arnold. "What do you want from us? You have no right! It's-"
"Shut-up," said Lance, leaning and then sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Oooh, please don't hurt me," she begged him in a mousey, frightened voice. "Please ...?"
"Now, if you're a good little girl-" He reached for his belt buckle and began undoing the metal clasp. "-and you behave yourself, you won't get hurt."
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, seeing his hands working in front of him and hearing the sound of his belt buckle coming undone. "Why are you getting undressed?"
"Why do you think, little girl?" He stood up and let his trousers slip down around his knees and ankles. Then he sat down, in just his underwear and started pulling the pants off over his shoes. "I can't make love to you and your friend while I've got my pants on now, can I?"
"Oh, God," sobbed Margo, "you must be kidding?! I-I-I never d-did anything ... And-and we don't even know you!"
"So?" came Lance Ranger's nonchalant response. "I don't care who you are. By the way, what's your name?"
"Oh, God, Gloria," cried Margo, "what are we going to do? What are we going to-?"
"First off," snapped Lance, grabbing her chin, "you're going to tell me your name."
"M-Margo," she stuttered, face full of fright. He let go of her chin. "Hold her steady there, Kevin. I'm gonna take off my underwear now and I don't want her jump-in' for my cock right off, ya know? Know what I mean, Gloria?"
Kevin chuckled at his friend's sarcasm and bravado. "Got her good, boss! Right by the tits!"
Lance looked at the way Kevin was holding young Margo Cunningham. "Just keep a good hold on her there, Kevin." He slipped out of his underwear and stood naked between the two small single motel beds. Gloria averted her eyes by looking the other way. Margo merely shut hers.
"Now, now, girls," said Lance, "who wants to go first? You honey?" He reached out and took Margo's chin again. She opened her eyes and blushed crimson red when her gaze came upon the stiffening trunk like seven inch cock that hung between Lance Ranger's hairy, muscular legs.
"Or you?" He turned and faced Gloria, putting his hands on his naked hips.
Margo chanced a look in his direction and was greeted now with his hairy buttocks. She turned her face away again, unable to bear the thought and sight of what was about to happen.
"Come on there, little Gloria," said Lance, "lemme show yer young friend here what it's all about, eh?" He grabbed Gloria by the wrist and pulled her up off the bed. She screamed, seemingly involuntarily, as if it just escaped her without thinking, and Lance struck her across the face with his open palm and hissed, "You keep quiet, I told ya! You hear me?" He pulled her up hose, getting her around the waist with both hands now, and he said almost right next to her lips, "I'm gonna do some stuff with you lady, and you better cooperate, you hear? Or I'll do some other stuff that you won't like one bit. You get the picture?"
She nodded through a veil of tears, and then he pulled up another chair from the motel desk set and sat her down in it by shoving her. She nearly lost her balance and tipped over but she caught hold of the desk and looked at him as if to say, Well, you can shove me around and abuse me, but you don't have to be an ape about it, really ... I'll cooperate ...
He had some rope with him, and he used it to tie her up. He laced it around her shoulders and pulled her arms against the arms of the chair. Big red welts appeared right away on her upper arms, and then on her legs, as well, almost the instant he tied her there.
Once she was secured to the chair he began fondling her breasts. Rubbing one or the other of the pinched resilient nipples or breasts, he would work his hands from side to side, palming her quickly aroused flesh and making her body as excited as could be. She panted at him from time to time, half-resisting the effects of his hands on her easily aroused breasts and nipples, half-wanting more. He was making her very easily into a debauched young woman.
"You see how she responds, Kevin? Ain't she sweet?" He turned to Kevin and Margo. "You'll do the same, Margo honey, just as soon as I get myself sucked off a little here. You'll get your chance, too, mmm?"
Margo shook her head. "You'll never get me like that. I'd sooner be dead!"
"Don't be so melodramatic about it, honey," said Kevin, pulling Margo's straining torso back against him and holding her captive with brutally strong fingers that squeezed and kneaded the smooth flesh of her arms while holding her secure. "You'll get yours," he added, "and you won't forget it, either!"
"That's the spirit, Kevin," said Lance Ranger who was now standing in front of Gloria and stroking his cock. "Just a minute more, little one, and you'll be swallowing up my prick, eh?" He pumped his prick a few times quickly in a row, and then he stepped forward and straddled his legs around Gloria's bound thighs. She sat in the chair with her face at waist height and he approached steadily.
His cock was only a few inches from Gloria's mouth when Margo screamed. "Nooo, Gloria, don't do it! Don't do it, please ...! You don't have to do it! He can't make you do that ...!"
"Ah, shit," said Kevin, putting his hand over her mouth, "just try and keep quiet, little girl. Or I'll have to smack you around some more. You got that?" He grinded the heel of his palm into her lips and twisted her neck in such a way that if she tried to speak it would cause her incredible, knifelike agony. "Uuuuuhhh," she gurgled on his pressing hand, and that was all.
Lance pressed forward with the head of his throbbing prick cap. The bloated tip of the spongy helmet was looming large against Gloria's thick moist lips. "Mmmm, no," she protested, but Lance pressed forward even harder and with one hand under her captured jaw yanked her mouth wide open. Then he shot forward with a flick of his hips and jammed his plunging cock forward so as to plug up her throat entirely. Instinctively, in order to breathe, she closed her lips around his prick and sucked for air through her nose. And with that she began sucking like a baby at a mother's teat on his hot throbbing cock head.
"Oooh, yeah," he said, "that's what I like to see, honey! That's what I like! Yeahhhhhh ...!" After a moment of watching her lips wrapped salaciously around the tip of his penis, he commanded her to put more ardour in the sucking. "Come on," he snapped, "do it like you mean it, honey! Rally 'round the flag pole, baby! Come on! I saw you in the John, you're a pro-now gimme some! And look up at me while you do it. I wanna see a smile on your face when my dick shoots down your throat!"
He pushed forward with his crotch and sank another inch of the turgid lust-stiffened prick cap between her quaking wet ovaled lips. He shuddered as he felt the underside of his cock slide over the rough edges of her crisp white bottom teeth.
"Move that tongue around, Gloria!" he grunted, more sure than ever that he could get a good blow-job from her if she wanted to give it. His lips curled in a sneer of cocky adolescent sadism. "Honey," he said, "you're slurpin' me up just right now ... just right!"
With his hands cupping her head securely, he held her and began to face-fuck her with long lascivious thrusts that brought raspy moans of pleasure to the teenager's lips. Gloria moved her tongue skillfully, just as he had told her, and she could taste the first sweet-pungent secretion of his semen as his youthful passion boiled hotly in his lust-bloated testicles which from time to time slapped lightly against her heated chin.
"Yeah, Gloria, baby ... you're really gettin' the hang of it now!" he laughed mockingly. She gagged as he delivered an especially brutal thrust that bounced off the back of her velvety throat passage. His face-fucking movements grew more frantic now, his good-sized cock throbbing with salacious arousal as her moist lips stretched around it and her cheeks bulged as she struggled to accommodate his growing hugeness. His coarse pubic curls tickled her nose and chin as his throbbing cock shaft speared into the depths of her long swallowing neck.
"I wanna see some real action, Gloria, baby ... Come on now ... I saw you jackin' on your clit in the bathroom. I know you're just as hot an' horny a bitch as they make 'em. Show your little girlfriend there, Margo, how you really do it. Show Margo you really know how to suck a big cock, Gloria. Come on, show her what you're really made of!"
He looked over his shoulder. Margo was watching. She was being forced. Kevin held her face from behind so that she had to witness the devastating rape of her friend's face and mouth. What she couldn't understand was why Gloria went along with him. She could have refused, she could bite him ... she could do anything ... but not that ... not sucking his private organ that way ... it was so gruesome ...! So vile ...!
And yet she had to admit that her heart was racing in her chest ever since she'd laid eyes on that huge thrusting shaft of his. How did it grow so large? she wondered. And why did he get pleasure from putting it in her mouth? It was so awful to think of having something like that plunged into her face ... and yet it was something that made her lips wet and thick with desire ... and her heart was thundering ... and her face was filled with a crimson blush!
Was it possible, she wondered, that she really desired the forbidden wicked act for herself? Was it possible that the spectacle of Gloria's humiliation was actually making Margo herself hot with desire? It was too much to think about ... too vile ... too disgusting ...!
Gloria gagged and choked, more from shame and desperation than anything else, but through it all, as the young man's deep-thrusting cock bored relentlessly through her ovaled lips, she discovered a simple, wanton act that promised her relief from his choking assault on her throat ... she managed to relax her throat muscles and let his prick slither snake-like and huge down into her deep inner neck!
It was simply an accident the first time she had merely swallowed her warm sloshing saliva just as he prodded especially cruelly down her throat. To her amazement ... his cock slipped right down into the velvety fist-grip of her gullet!
Gloria knew what was coming now ... that with the increased tempo of Lance Ranger's jerking cock, that he could only be seconds away from his spurting, gushing orgasm ... that cum bullets would be spraying down her hard swallowing hot wet throat!
Lance looked down at her and an idea flashed in his lust-stirred adolescent mind. "Hey, baby, I'm gonna let go of you for a minute, and loosen your ropes. You trustworthy now?"
She nodded as his cock continued to plunge in and out of her ovalled lips.
He released the bonds that held her in the chair. Margo gasped. It meant now that what Gloria was doing was voluntary. "Stop it," she started to say, but Kevin held her mouth with his fingers tight against her lips, his thumb practically stuffed into her face, and she could barely breathe, let alone talk.
"Okay," said Lance to Gloria, "now hold your tits up here. Make 'em touch my balls while you suck me off the rest of the way."
As per his instructions, Gloria lifted her large, comely breasts and pressed the smooth satin-soft tops against the underside of his tightened scrotum while his prick continued to shove and plunge in her inner neck.
Gloria admitted to herself that her nipples were shamelessly erect, hardened by the sheer wantoness of the act she was performing. Lance began to face-fuck her with growing abandon, every backward grind of his hips pulling his long thick cock from her throat until just the purplish, mushroom shaped head remained between her moist lips. He looked down at his cock there between her lips, enjoying the lurid excitement of seeing this woman hungrily licking and nibbling at his young hard prick. Then, with a grunt of naked lust, he would ram it between her lips against the back of her throat with a gagging thrust that brought a sighing whimper of pleasure to the young teenager's lips as he felt his cock slip wetly into the velvety grip of her throat.
There was a little pain at first, as she began to chokingly swallow his cock-head to keep from gagging, just the briefest moment of sharp exquisite agony as the end of his long pipe-rigid prick bent to slither hotly down her gullet. But now the pain was gone, and left was the incredibly arousing sensation of a massaging cock-like stiffness rubbing the whole naked interior of her mouth and throat ... charging and pulsing and ... shooting out sperm!
She gulped frantically, trying to get it all down, instinctively knowing that this alone would please him, wondering why she was doing it ... Was it the fact that she didn't care, deep down inside? That she longed for a cock like this in her throat and it didn't matter where it came from or how, really?
Whatever the reason, a numbing sensation tightened in her loins and radiated hotly through her young, voluptuous body until it seemed to concentrate excitingly in the tips of her rubbing, massaging breasts which she still held up to his churning, exploding testicles. It was the undeniable heat of her own arousal! She was beginning to get turned on to this forbidden act ... she wanted the young hard cock and she could not hide it from herself a moment longer! She wanted that gushing creamy cum down her throat ... She wanted to suck him and to lick him there between his muscled thighs until he finished emptying his lust-bloated balls into her belly!
Lance felt the volcano-like eruption of his long aching cock begin deep in the passion-distended orbs of his testicles; it churned and seethed there like boiling cream a few moments before, and then, like some Niki missile exploding with full force and going dead on for the target, he jammed forward into the young woman's neck and began spewing out his semen. He held her with his hands tightened over her ears and let the river of semen just keep pumping into her, along the long hard length of his penis. He slowed his thrusting but kept charging her full of his cum. There seemed to be no end to the river of semen he filled her belly with.
On the bed, watching despite herself, Margo sweated in a state of suppressed passion. She'd heard stories of moments like this, and she'd even imagined from time to time something as depraved for herself. But to actually witness the event itself, to be nakedly captive in the arms of a stranger and forced to view the violation of her friend's oral passageway ... it was just too overwhelming for her! She could see the way Lance's throbbing ejaculation cockhead bulged in her friend's cheek, and it almost made her forget completely about where she was and what was happening. It was just too intense a moment. And then Margo saw something that she would never ever forget! The semen from Lance's cock and balls was too much for Gloria's earnest swallowing efforts and it overflowed her mouth and dribbled obscenely from the corner of her lips down her chin. Two sticky wet white lines of creamy cum drained from her voraciously sucking ovalled lips while she swallowed the other stuff into her throat.
"Ooooh, God," groaned Margo in anticipation of the debauchery which she knew the two teenagers had in store for her and in horror of what she was actually seeing right then and there, "you must stop! You have to stop!"
"No, honey," said Kevin Arnold, his eyes twinkling with lechery as he watched also the defilement of the young girl's mouth, "that's where you're wrong-we don't have to stop at all. In fact, we only just started!"
Lance seemed to go on for hours, days, an eternity! Gushing streams of white-hot young sperm that quenched, for the briefest moment, the hot flames of passion that were burning in Gloria's tender thighs. He was nearly completed, and Gloria could tell that there would be one more thing to do.
When it was finally over, he let his cock slither wetly from her lips, down over her chin, staining the skin of her neck and chest with leavings from the forbidden act.
He looked down at his rubbery cock, quickly deflating, and at the still tingling tip of the prick cap. "You left some, honey," he told Gloria Eddleton. "Finish me off."
Margo could not believe her eyes. With obvious relish, Gloria reached up and took hold of Lance Ranger's prick with two hands and guided the limp tip into her mouth and sucked it once more, using her tongue to swab and cleanse the mushroom head until every drop of the sticky life-giving juice was removed from Lance Ranger's defiling prick.
"Yeah," he said softly, "I knew she was a good suck. Just needed a nice hot cock to prove it, eh?" He smiled lecherously and backed away from the young woman who was wiping her hand across her mouth, licking her lips and getting settled in the chair.
"You did really good, Gloria," said Lance, looking down at his clean, soft prick as he sat on the edge of Gloria's bed. "I have to say so-that's the second time I been sucked off tonight, and you did it just right!"
He smiled and turned his eyes on Margo who trembled with fright.
Chapter Seven
Margo stared back at Lance Ranger. Her mouth was gagged by Kevin Arnold's hand, and her arms were pinned by his huge, muscular arm.
"You got yourself a nice little prize there, Kevin," said Lance sadistically. He reached across the narrow space between the two motel beds and fondled one of Margo's naked breasts. "Oooh, now," he said tweaking the nipple lightly, "ain't that a pretty little tit, eh?! Oooh, nize, baby ... really nize!"
Margo wanted to die. The touch of his fingers was surprisingly cold. She wanted to keep from looking but could not help herself. His prick seemed to loom large and thick between his legs. There it was, the forbidden magic wand, as she'd heard it called in high school, and now, whether she liked to admit it or not, she was being fondled on her breasts in a way that she secretly enjoyed. It was as if all of her most desperate fantasies were being worked on her body by just the wrong person.
"You a virgin really, honey?" asked Lance Ranger.
"P-Please," she said when Kevin removed his hand from her mouth. "Haven't you done enough to us already? Breaking in here and abusing Gloria?"
"We just got started, honey. Now I asked you a question-are you a virgin?"
Her face filled with a flame red blush.
"That answers my question-you're not. You done it. How many times?"
"I don't have to tell you if I don't want to."
"No, you don't," said Lance, chuckling to himself. Then he became desperately serious. "But if you don't," he said, all expression wiped clean off of his young sadistic lips, "I'll do some things to your body that you won't want to remember, honey. So tell me-how many times?"
Again her face filled with fear and a blush at that same time. She looked at Gloria who was rubbing her palms on her naked thighs. She didn't want to tell anyone this, but now she had to. "I did it once," Margo blurted. "Just once."
"You naughty girl," said Kevin sarcastically still holding her by the shoulders, "don't you know better than that? You shouldn't be out fucking-not even once. We're gonna have to teach you a lesson. Or maybe two. Or three! Ha, ha, ha! I like this one here, Lance," he continued, pulling her back against his chest and giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Gimme a kiss, honey. Come on and make Kevin proud of you, eh? Mmmm, gimmeee ... "
She struggled and spat at him and tried to keep from letting her lips come in contact with his. He had one hand wrapped around her arm and squeezing at her breast, while the other worked to hold her face and neck in position. But somehow he couldn't quite overpower her enough to get his lips in contact with hers.
"You bitch," he hissed, and then he dove for her breast and sucked up the tip of her nipple with his thick hungry lips and swabbing tongue. He pulled her breast with his sucking mouth and let it go. "There, that's something," he said, and he kissed her on the neck.
"You don't like Kevin?" said Lance. "Give her over to me, Kev. You have some fun with her friend there, with Gloria. I think Gloria's nice and hot now. She's not the kind of a girl who can just suck a cock and stop it at that, if I'm not mistaken. Go on and give her some of what she really wants ... "
"Please, Mister," moaned Gloria in protest.
"Shut-up," snapped Lance Ranger. "You fuck Kevin or I'll beat you. Just do it. Me and little Orphan Annie here are gonna watch. You do a good job, ya hear Gloria? Pretend it's me ...!"
Margo felt her own breath coming more quickly. The exchange was made. She was now in the clutching arms and hands of the naked adolescent, Lance Ranger. She felt his flaccid prick rub against the back of her supple thigh as he got into position to hold her. His hands wrapped around her breasts and held her against his belly, from behind. "I got her good," he said. "You go take care of Gloria baby, Kevin. Have yourself some fun with her. Pretend you're in the bathroom with her the way she was in there herself a little while ago ... " He laughed mercilessly and gave Margo's breasts an extra-special squeezing. "Oooh, yeah, honey," he hissed hotly in Margo's ear, "yer just gonna love what we got in store for you next ... It's gonna be delicious ...!"
Margo couldn't believe it was actually happening. She looked up from the fingers laced around her breasts and saw her good friend Gloria laying down on the edge of the other bed, her feet dangling on the floor.
"That's the way I like it," Kevin was saying. "Spread 'em out good!"
From where she sat captive and held tight against Lance Ranger's hairy chest and belly, she was forced to witness the way in which Kevin Arnold intended to defile Gloria. He was slowly but surely undressing, removing his pants and his underwear and exposing himself .When he turned sideways, she couldn't help but see the huge, snake-like cock that dangled between his legs as he pulled off the rest of his clothing.
"I'm gonna have myself some fun with her, Lance. I'm gonna take my time and really enjoy screwing her."
"You do that, Kevin. You have yourself the best old time possible. Go on now. Get started!"
Kevin sat down alongside Gloria and let one hand trace the smooth white top of her slender thigh. Her legs were spread and trembling the way he'd told her he wanted them: stretched open and vulnerable. As for her pussy, it was completely within view. The triangle of dark bristly pubic hair was silky wet and glistening, shining with a dew-like coating of clitoral juices that gleamed and beckoned like diamonds sparkling in the sun. He reached a finger into the clinging moist folds of her outer vagina and touched lightly at the nerve-laden sensuous leaves of her wet cunt.
"Oooh, shit," grunted Gloria, her passions already significantly aroused from having been forced to face-fuck Lance Ranger's huge, throbbing cock. Now, with the feel of a single bony digit pressing into her pussy, her ardour redoubled instantly.
"She's a hot one," hissed Kevin. "You just touch her there and she's gettin' off."
"Stop yaking about it, stupid, and get to doing it!" barked Lance Ranger, his own hands now sliding down the front of Margo's smooth young body.
"P-Please," said Margo, "d-don't do that ...? P-please ...?"
"Say pretty please," he hissed in her ear as his palm slid down over the slight rise in her smooth, young stomach and continued to the naked patch of pubic hair between her legs. "And then I'll think about it ... " He laughed sadistically watched the goose bumps rise in her long, young thighs as the heel of his palm pressed down on the narrow wet gash of her pubic vee. One long bony finger arched over the fleshy slit and ducked into the sweet wet confines of the fold itself.
"Oooh, God ...! Stop ...!" cried the teenager, her chest swelling with defiled pride as she looked down in horror to witness the intruding finger actually disappearing knuckle by knuckle into the hot wetness of her inexperienced cuntal sheath. She felt long, swelling interior muscles of her pussy beginning to contract and undulate involuntarily around the penetrating digit as it made its course into the swelled hot depths of her resistant belly.
"Yeah ... yummy in the tummy ... mmmmm," moaned Lance Ranger lasciviously enjoying the digital preparation of the young girl's innocent vagina. "Nize ... nize ... " he sighed in a trance-like voice as his finger swirled within the satiny genital heat of her pink puckering labia. He looked up and his own lecherous ardour was enhanced when he saw his friend Kevin Arnold making the headway with the seduction of the much more willing and experienced nineteen year old Gloria Eddleton. "How's it goin' over there?" he asked Kevin with a sly leer. "Gettin' her hot, Kev my man?"
"You know it, Lance," said Kevin Arnold, his two hands holding Gloria's nubile white thighs wide-spread while he now pantingly applied kisses to the seductive smooth plane of creamy naked flesh above Gloria's vagina. He was bowed down over her pubis with his lips widespread and his tongue gliding here and there in the vicinity of the young woman's raging cunt.
"Oooh," groaned Gloria, pitiably vulnerable to the wet kissing tongue that now drew caresses around the lips of her openly splayed vagina. The feel of the long, snake-like tongue thrashing around her pussy gave her such a jolt of erotic energy that she thought she might flip up off the bed. Restraining herself, she lifted her hips in a rhythmic swell that went meshing her cunt up against the teenager's pressing mouth lips and tongue, and her hungry pussy accepted the interjected tongue into itself ... swallowed it desperately, for she was needy for it ... longed for it ... had to have more and more of its incredible licking potential rubbing and grinding on her excited clitoris!
"Oooh, noooo," she protested, trying to maintain the image of innocence which none of them really believed in any longer, "don't do that ... Ooooh, noooo!"
"Ha!" cried Kevin, pulling his mouth from the wet lips of her cunt and smacking his own lips with the clit juice which wetted them, "she loves it ... but she keeps pretending! I like a bitch like that ...! I really do!"
He dove back into the hotness between Gloria's white thighs and enjoyed the feel of her slick loins pressing, squeezing on his own cool ears. He reached up between her openly vulnerable legs and put his palms against her loins. He held her cunt open like a split fig, readied for licking and eating, and then he dove, like an animal feasting on carrion, and sucked up her cuntal lips with a hot wet clacking and smacking sound ... the noise of a child licking and chewing a juicy wet appetizer!
"Ahhhhhiiiieeee," she hissed under her breath as his hands left her thighs and swam down under her big white buttocks, there to go sweetly squeezing and kneading the luminescent moon-flesh. His thumb came slipping upwards from below her ripe right buttock and grinded into the bottom of her cuntal vee. He held her vagina open at the juicy bottom while simultaneously licking up and down her wet pouting pussy lips with his clit-searching tongue. Every now and then his tongue licked his thumb, and he knew to direct his efforts up higher.
"Oooh, God!" moaned the expectant nineteen year old. "It's too much . .! It's too fucking-Ooooooh fuck! Fuck! Harder! Do it harder!"
He dutifully captured her nerve-laden clitoris and began rolling it to and fro between his hotly sucking lips and flicking tongue. He worked it like a little fleshy pebble, one badly in need of tongue-polishing. He worked it back and forth and up and down until it stuck out like a bee-sting, swollen and itching for more desirous licking!
"Uuuuughhh," she gurgled, her hips riding upwards like a swollen ocean. Curving and arching her back, she lifted herself up off the mattress and his mouth remained glued to her swinging pelvis. His tongue was sliding into the depths of her cunt the way a small fish hides in an underwater hollow. Then he pulled out and flicked her clit up and down. She rolled her hips at him, jamming at his mouth and demanding with her pumping pubis, that he give her more ... and more ... and more of the hot sucking!
"Uuuuhhh, sheeezee!" she cried ecstatically, hissing through red-flared nostrils and using one of her own hands to knead her right breast. She squeezed and rolled her own breast while he continued to grind his tongue up and down against her hot buttery clitoris.
On the other bed, his hand between her thighs and fingering at the struggling, squirming teenager, Lance Ranger held onto Margo Cunningham. Margo could not believe what was going on in front of her, let alone the defiling abuse occurring between her legs! She looked down between her thighs and saw Lance's finger grinding into her peeled open labia, and then she looked across the narrow distance separating her bed from Gloria's and was horrified by the sight of Kevin Arnold's bobbing head and licking tongue slurping at Gloria's wetly sucking pussy!
"Ooooh, God," she hissed, "this is awful! This is terrible! You shouldn't be doing this ...!" But even as she made this feeble protest, she was secretly beginning to admit to herself that the debauchery of Lance Ranger's invading finger inside her cunt was making her more excited than petting and making out had ever been able to! She was actually getting excited, too, by seeing Gloria's body in a state of rapture!
"I can tell you like it, honey," said Lance who held onto her body from behind. He had the young girl hugged up close to him, so that his stiffening penis was lodged between the backs of her smooth wriggling thighs. If he'd pulled her down just a bit more, his cock would have pressed into the tight narrow groove between her small, well-rounded buttocks.
"I don't like it," she protested. "I don't ... I don't ... I-"
He squeezed deliberately hard on one of her young and tender breasts. "Use your head, babydoll. You're gonna be here for a while, and we got plenty of hot cock to keep you happy ... so you may as well just try and enjoy yourself as much as you can. Do like your older friend there, Gloria? Give in a little ... It'll be that much nicer. I promise." He kissed her on the back of her neck and then dug his finger a little deeper into the hot wet leafy aperture of her vagina.
"Oooh," she groaned, feeling his bony digit take charge of the long smooth, satiny tunnel of her deep inner cunt.
"You use pills, babydoll?" asked Lance Ranger in a lecherous whisper.
"What?" asked the teenager. "What pills?"
"You know, for birth control?"
"I never did it that way ... I mean, no, I don't ... Oh, God, I don't know what I mean!"
"Mmmm," he moaned. "Well, we'll just go it bareback and see what happens, eh?" He laughed sadistically and rolled his finger from side to side in the young girl's involuntarily secreting pussy. He could feel the soft inner lining of her cunt tightening like a glove around his searching finger as he felt up the hot buttery inner tube of her pussy. She was rolling her hips and squirming from time to time, and this redoubled his intense enjoyment. The feel of her young buttocks sliding to and fro when she wiggled worked a special erotic ardour on his stiffening cock. When she squirmed upwards, it made her soft cheek go rolling against the sensitive spongy head of his cock, and that made him moan with delight. "Honey," he groaned, "you just roll over on your belly a little bit and let me take a feel of your ass with my prick."
"You're vile," snapped the teenager, and before she knew it Lance Ranger had righted himself and slapped her across the face. When she didn't respond immediately, he slapped her a second time. She broke into sobs and fell humiliated and shamed to the floor on her hands and knees.
"Please," she begged, "Please ... no more ... Please ... I can't stand it ... No more ... "
"Alright," said Lance. "When you want me to stop you can suck my cock. You just say when."
He raised his hand as if about to strike, and the young girl trembled and cowered pitiably away from him, pulling back like a puppy that's quickly learned the ways of her master. "Noooo, no," she pleaded, "don't hit me ... I'll do it ... I'll do it ... I'll suck your cock ... I will ... please don't hit me ... please ...?"
Gloria had stopped rolling her hips for a moment. Kevin had ceased licking her cunt. They were watching Lance Ranger ... and the young girl cowering pathetically on the floor.
"She said she'd do it," said Gloria. "Leave her alone. Now!"
"Leave her alone?" mocked Lance Ranger. "Leave her alone?! I only just got started!" He reached down with a sadistic curl in his lips and grabbed Margo Cunningham by the hair. He had a fist-full of her long, silky auburn mane, and he pulled her painfully upwards onto her knees so that her face was inches from his stiffening cock. "See my prick, honey? You start licking it, or so help me I'll make you regret the day you were born."
"Okay," she sobbed. "Alright. I said I'd do it ... I said I'd do it ... Okay ... " She wiped the hot salty tears from her eyes and reached a shaky hand up toward the organ which she'd feared and longed for all of her teenager life, since she turned twelve. Her fingers found the shaft and nervously grabbed onto it.
"Tighter," said Lance. "And get the tip in your mouth. Go on! Start it like that ...!"
Dutifully she leaned forward and for the first time in her life Margo Cunningham's tongue touched the tip of a man's cock. It was not so bad after all, she thought to herself suddenly. It didn't hurt a bit ...
Chapter Eight
"I don't think you're trying hard enough," Lance barked down at the frightened sixteen year old girl. "Spread those ruby lips, honey, and get to sucking ... I mean s-u-c-k-i-n-g! Sucking! Do it!"
She leaned reluctantly forward and in a blind fury took the entire spongy helmet into her mouth. For a moment she felt repulsed and terrified and excited, all at the same time, for this was the most humiliating thing she'd ever in her life had to do.
"Use your hands," he snapped. "Don't stop just because you think I won't hit you again-I will. Use your hands!"
She lifted her two tiny fists to his prick shaft and took hold of the thick ridged base as though it were the handle of a lollipop. Her face was filled with a raging heat, and between her legs she was feeling a new sparking ardour. It was as if her thighs, especially her loins, were turning into burning embers. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her ears, too, were hot and blushing.
"Ahhhiieee," moaned Kevin Arnold who had stopped licking Gloria in order to watch this deliberate subjugation of the young teenager, "you got her goin' now, Lance. She's startin' to suck like a baby!"
"Of course she is," said Lance, a trance like ardour oozing from his voice. "Of course she's ... suckin' me ... of course she is ...!"
He looked down between his legs and enjoyed the lascivious sight of the young girl's lips lewdly curled and wrapped around the mushroom crown of his cockhead. "You can suck more of me, honey-if you try. Get it in there!"
She looked up at him, all big brown eyes sorrowful and obedient, and he pumped his hips forward so as to insist that she take another two inches of his thick cockhead into her mouth. Her lips bore down tightly on the ridged surface beyond the head of his lust-stiffened penis, and she glanced at the space between her mouth and her small squeezing fists. There before her eyes beat the blue-veined hardness of his pulsating artery, throbbing with hot blood feeding into the spongy helmet buried in her own mouth. Her fingers loosened and then squeezed again, tightening around the hardening shaft of his hot aroused cock.
"Use one hand on my balls, baby, and you'll be pro in no time!"
As if his voice were inside her brain and her body was responding to his will instead of her own, Margo's hand slipped down the shaft of Lance Ranger's cock and cupped his hairy lust-bloated scrotum. Her long, lily-white fingers began rolling the testicles within.
"Ooooh, yeah honey, now you're workin' out just ... fine!"
Kevin turned to Gloria Eddleton and said softly, "I think you and I got to finish up now, baby!" He pushed her back down on the bed and sank his teeth into her neck for a long passionate kiss. When he pulled away with a smacking sound he'd left a large red heart-shaped welt on the young woman's alabaster skin.
"No more," protested Gloria. "I don't want anymore ... " Her eyes were fixed on the lascivious spectacle of her sixteen year old friend dutifully sucking the head and three or four inches of Lance Ranger's throbbing cock. "It's too much," she said in a hypnotic voice. "It's too much ... "
But Kevin Arnold was upon her in no time, pulling her thighs apart and spreading her loins to accommodate his driving prick. He plunged downwards and with one hand holding her pussy lips splayed, wet, and open, he bored his prick into the depths of her belly.
"Ahhhhh, sheeze," moaned the nineteen year old beauty, her thighs quivering with the involuntary ecstasy that mounted in her crotch. "Noooooo ... "
"Yeah," groaned Kevin, "this is just right, eh? Just the way you like it, right?" He ground forward and set another two inches of his long hard prick into the buttery inners of her vagina. It was like slipping a hot knife through a wedge of melting lard. He entered her and was immediately lost in the deep remote softeness of her dark moist cunt.
He reached under the cheeks of her ass and pulled her up on the base of her spine. Her slender legs and feet dangled over his shoulders as she moaned with the powerful thrusting that began to charge her cunt full of a raging, heated lust. It was Kevin Arnold's hot driving spear of cock flesh that impaled and agonized ... and pleasured her body-all at once!
"Oooh ...! Ooooh ...! Ooooh!" wailed the teenage woman, her cunt full of the incredible stroke-power of his ridged and thorny prick as it waged its own private war within the satiny walls of her contracting pussy. The juices of her cunt welled up and boiled in a sizzling ripe and oily mixture, bodily calculated to stimulate and lubricate. His prick went sliding like a well-oiled piston in a perfectly sanded natural flesh cylinder that contracted and breathed around the hearty shaft of cock sadistically ravaging her belly with desire!
Lance Ranger glanced down between his legs and watched for a moment as Margo Cunningham carried out her oral chores around his meaty prick. Then he looked over at Gloria and Kevin and took in the spectacle of Kevin Arnold's humping buttocks rising and falling as he ground his prick into the depths of young Gloria's ecstatic cuntal sheath.
"Soon enough!" panted Kevin, his buttocks flexing to send another incredible jolt of flesh electricity up the young girl's vagina. His cock helmet crashed into the satin-soft back wall of Gloria's remote inner pussy, and then he pulled back and whipped his prick and mushroom rim across the buttery, twitching tip of her clitoris.
"Aiiieeee," she wailed in a sudden intense moment of heightened ardour as her clitoris popped back and forth with the grinding sway of his cock rubbing on it, "aiieeee ... ooooh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...!" She wailed like a banshee, an aborigine in some special chant and dance, so taken with ardour was her young white body!
"I'm gonna give her something to remember me by," commented Kevin, and he slipped one thumb into the folds of her buttocks and pressed against the outer ring of her sphincter with tantalizing care.
"Ooooh," she softened immediately, "oooh ... " And he could feel her inner cunt beginning to gush with the final throes of an approaching orgasm.
"She's on her way now," groaned Kevin, his cock burning and his balls aching with desire. "Her cunt's holdin' on like a fist, man. It's really tough!"
"Get off of me," scolded Lance Ranger, shoving Margo Cunningham away from his wet stiffened prick with one hand. "Watch what your friend does. Get up off that floor and watch."
He pulled her up off of her naked hands and knees and watched her wipe the back of her hand over her wetted lips and nose. She was blushing and bruised from the ravaging treatment he'd been giving her, and her lips were swollen from having been lewdly wrapped around the head of his cock. It was apparent that she was in some sort of state of numbness, for he pushed her-once she was on her feet-back onto the bed and she merely sat there with glazed eyes, staring past his throbbing stiff cock at the sight of her friend being fucked into climax.
"Do it, Kevin," shouted Lance. "Give her a cum right now!"
He leaned down and watched as his friend slapped into Gloria's belly time and time again, each time driving his powerful thick cock deeper and deeper into the hot wetness of the girl's rapidly contracting pussy. He could feel her clit tensed and throbbing against his rubbing and stimulating mushroom rim, and he could see in her lust-hardened nipples that she was excited in every way! "I think she's gonna cum now," he told Lance over his shoulder in a breathless voice.
"Stop yer yammerin' and fuck her good!" Lance cried back from his crouched position on the floor. He was squatted behind and low so that he could see the site of penetration. Kevin's prick was sandwiched between the two out-stretched lewdly spread folds of Gloria's young wet vagina lips, and his balls were smacking lightly against her white up-turned ass cheeks. From time to time he could see the young girl's anus winking like a little brown eye at him as the cock above continued to bore incessantly further and further into her hotly glowing, pulsing wet pussy!
"Ahhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... ahhhhh," Gloria panted as the invading prick pulled her closer and closer to the abyss of forced orgasm. There was no denying it now-he was taking her all the way over the edge ... and she was loving it!
Margo looked on with numb eyes. She had never seen such debauchery, never dreamed it, and the sight of her friend in fiendish sexual submission was both repulsive and attractive. She couldn't deny that her own heart was thundering in her chest as she looked on the scene of lustful abandonment. She, too, couldn't help but notice the way Kevin's long hard prick wormed between Gloria's thighs, diving into the leafy pinkness of her swollen, open labia. The pouting lips were predominant, and the invading cockshaft spread and violated the labia like they were petals on some delicate flowering rose.
"He's hurting her," she complained to Lance Ranger who held firmly to her arm and wrist while watching his friend fucking Gloria.
"He's not hurting her," said Lance. "She loves it-the same way in a little while you're going to love it!"
"Oooh, no," cried Margo, suddenly lurching up off the bed and making a break for it. She ran naked to the door, to the place where the chair held the small motel room door closed to the outside. She yanked the small wood chair out from under the handle and twisted the tarnished brass knob. Lance started after her, but he, too, was naked, and the moment's delay required to keep from banging himself on the bed where Gloria was being fucked gave Margo the time she needed to pull open the door.
A crack of lightning and a thunderous noise filled the room at just the instant Margo swung open the door. She lunged forward, naked, heading into the incredible downpour of drenching rain and blackness of night. But she was stopped instantly by the big, burly hands of the motel clerk, Edward Ranger. "Well, well, well," said the motel man, eying his step-son and the spectacle of Kevin and Gloria in rapturous copulation, "what do we have here!?" He picked Margo up by her naked arms and pushed her back into the motel room and set her down in front of Lance. "Looks like you been havin' some fun, eh, boy ...!"
Kevin Arnold looked up with a gleam of debauched lecherousness in his eyes.
"Don't stop on account of me," said Edward Ranger, his eyes all lust and blazing. "Looks like you was just gettin' to the good part, boy! Go on and fuck her!"
Kevin leaned down and kissed the side of Gloria's straining red neck. A moment later and he was shooting a full load of hot jism into the nubile nineteen year old's orgasmic belly. She, too, was climaxing with ardent passion, and her girly cum spilled out in long waves of orgasmic liquid bliss ... as her cunt flowered open like a blossoming red rose, spreading and juicing around the defiling cock that continued to spray creamy white cum up and down the narrow path of her satiny soft flexing vagina. Her cunt gripped around his prick like a soft leather glove, holding it and squeezing it for more and more of the precious boiling hot semen, while simultaneously spilling out more and more of her own orgasm juices!
Everyone who looked could see the lines of dribbling white semen spilling out from the site of penetration, dripping lewdly from the swelled puckering lips of Gloria's hot squeezing vagina, puddling under her asscheeks on the bed.
A moment later and Kevin pulled his wet stiff prick out of Gloria's hot satisfied cunt. She collapsed and closed her legs, squeezing her loins and rolling over on her side.
"Nice ass on that one," said Edward Ranger. Then he shoved Margo forward by pushing her on her naked shoulders and she stumbled into Lance. "I think you misplaced something, sonny. Aren't you glad I showed up to find it for you?"
"Ah, go on," mumbled Lance, "I'd have caught her outside anyhow." He threw Margo down on the bed and turned towards her.
"Well," said Edward Ranger, "this time you owe me one anyhow." He took his son by the shoulder and turned him around. "Agreed?"
Lance looked his step-father up and down. Then he said, "Okay. Why not?" And with that, Edward Ranger turned around, propped the chair back under the door handle and with a lascivious look in his eye, an expression of lechery inspired by one quick glance at naked Margo, he began to undo his belt.
Chapter Nine
"I'll take her first," said Edward Ranger as his pants fell to the floor around his feet. "Then you go, boy."
"You do what I say, old man, or you won't even get to have her at all! Let alone first!" Lance scoffed at his step-father with unguarded disdain. "You got very little right here, no matter what you say ... "
"Ah, shit on ya, then," grumbled the older Ranger man. "You fuck her first. I don't care ... "
"It ain't a question of who goes first," continued the younger man. "What's important is who's in charge. And that's me."
"Alright, alright," said the older man, completely naked now. He held his prick in his fingers and rubbed it against his leg a couple of times. Then he held the firming trunk of thick cock flesh out from his body and pulled it until the blue-vein on the topside of the shaft pulsed with hot blood. A moment later and the spongy cap was filled with strength, rip-roaring hot and ready to go. "Look at that," boasted the older Ranger man, "I got a hard-on in ten seconds. Just from lookin' at that little bitch. Ain't she something else though! Flatlanders got some pretty women when you stop to think about it ... " He was gawking at young Margo, admiring the full and curvaceous contours of her supple asscheeks. He enjoyed with his lecherous gaze the long smooth lines of the backs of her thighs as well, and when he arrived at her ankles toured up the other side of her young body until he arrived at her breasts. There he stopped this visual tour for a moment so that he could concentrate on the lusty sight of her visibly hardened nipple tips. "Looks to me like that one's got something hard on just from thinkin' about us, too-no matter what she says!"
"N-No," moaned Margo, sitting up in the bed and pulling back like a frightened animal. "It's not true. I don't want anything from you people. Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I swear it ... I swear ...!" She grabbed her face and shook her head from side to side. "Ooooh, God," she moaned, helpless and unable to think of anything to say that might stop them in their merciless conquest of her body. Suddenly an idea hit her. If she covered herself it would slow them down some. She reached for the sheet at her feet and yanked it up about her shoulders. Shivering beneath the meager cotton covering, she cowered back against the head of the bed and sobbed and choked and shook her head. "No," she said, "no more ... no more ... please ... "
"Let's get this over with," said Edward Ranger. "I got blue balls just thinkin' about it, let alone hearin' her complain all the way there!"
"Alright, alright," said the motel clerk's step-son, "let's get her held down so the old man can have himself a shot at this little bitty quail here ... We're all gonna have us some flatlander stuff, eh? Mmmm, good ... " He rubbed his hands and started toward the bed, a gleam in his eyes, while outside the thunder and lightning cracked and raged in the mountain blackness.
Margo Cunningham shuddered and backed up her last few inches against the headboard. She was the "flatlander", the girl from the city below, and they were going to have at her ... all of them ... She looked up in terror as she realized that not even Gloria Eddleton was going to come to her aid, that she was alone in this desolate mountain motel room with three horny men slowly inching towards her, each one of them more anxious than the other to plow into her with their hardening cocks.
"N-No," she stammered. "Y-You can't ... I won't I-let you ... N-noooo ... "
If it hadn't been storming, if there hadn't been thunder and lightning filling the night with a steady dull roar, her pitiable, blood curdling scream could have been heard all the way up the summit!
Chapter Ten
"Get her and hold her feet," commanded Lance. "We'll let the ol' man go first." He reached out for young Margo's hands and wrists and caught hold of her flailing arms. "Now you try and behave yourself young lady, or I'm gonna get rough again!"
Before she knew it, an open palm smacked Margo across the cheek. She felt her jaw bounce sideways and then there came the involuntary sobbing, the welling up of hot shameful tears and she was crying and shuddering as her hands were pulled up over her head ... and her feet were spread wide ... so that her trembling, frightened loins were held quiveringly apart ... and the private most part of her young fragile body was suddenly flowering open, wet and hot and moist, with no choice from her. She was held spread-eagle on the mattress with her naked breasts sticking straight-up, the hardened nipples at attention like small cherry-colored soldiers. The white mounds of resilient breast below were jiggling and warm and smooth.
"Noooo," she cried out with a tremble in her throat as they proceeded to spread her slender, young thighs even further. "Gaaawwwwwwdddddd, noooooooo!"
"She's a regular little woman," snapped Edward Ranger, crawling up onto the mattress with his cock in hand. "I'm gonna have me some fun with her, too!" His palms slipped up the narrow slicks of her hot inner loins and stopped, thumbs up, at the leafy lips of her vagina. He dug into the fleecy curls of her pubic bush and separated Margo's cuntal lips with a quick, deliberate tugging. "Oooh, yeah," he hissed, and she could feel the heated, alcoholic breath of his exhaling on the exposed clitoral sheath of her now openly splayed cunt.
"Please, Mister," she pathetically begged, lifting her bruised face and shaking her head. "I-I n-never did it b-but one time ... and ... and ... and-" Before she could complete the sentence, she felt his thumb-and saw it with disbelief-grinding upwards to the knuckle and the palm into her narrow, practically virginal cunt.
"We're gonna re-tool your love-tunnel, honey ... and give that little clit button of yers a polishin', too!"
"Oooooh," she sobbed pitiably as he extracted his thumb from the confines of her wet pussy with a noisy gooshing sound. "Ain't that sweet?! Yeahhhhh ...!"
"P-Please," she cried out tenderly, her pussy aching with a combination of first-stretching and unwanted desires.
"She wants more," said Edward Ranger sadistically, leaning down against her young, taut belly and fisting his prick upwards so that the purplish helmet struck knife-like into the spread leafy lips of the teenage girl's forcibly spread cunt. "So I guess I'll just have to sock it to her, as they say," he added. "Get ready, honey, cause I'm gonna plow right into ya jest now. We mountain men don't waste no time, eh? Hehn, hehn, hehn ...!"
He cocked his hips while his step-son held her ankles apart and young Kevin Arnold held her wrists up above her head. They had her cross-wise on the mattress, stretched and spread-eagle.
"Whot you say 'er name was?" asked Edward Ranger. Before anyone answered him or thought that he meant it, he said, "Aw, shit, never mind!" and he went slamming forward, plunging his prick to the balls inside the sixteen year old's sweetly undulating pussy.
"Awwwwww, noooo," she groaned as the impaling thickness of hard cock muscle filled her tender belly. She could feel the heated spongy tip boring into her, but it did not feel soft and malleable and tender; rather it was needling her with the intensity of a laser, rolling and grinding into her vagina like a sharp, tempered drill bit.
She wriggled upwards and accidentally went sliding forward on more of the skewering prick shaft than she'd thought possible. "Look at that," groaned Edward Ranger, sitting up on his elbows. "She's a born screw! She knows just how to move it!"
He reached down and took hold of her smooth curvaceous hips. His fingers slipped under the rounds of her slick buttock cheeks and he clasped with moist fingers. "Move it some more, honey," he told her, and whether she wanted to or not, his strong fingers were causing her small pelvis to rock and roll, up and down, with his cock for a center point of leverage buried in the depths of her sweetly contracting pussy!
"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh," she moaned animalishly, gurgling in her throat with unwanted desire as the burning torch of his prick head rubbed and grinded across her suddenly extra-sensitive clitoris. Every wobble or wiggle brought an electro-shock-wave of ecstatic energy suddenly bouncing through her spine, and though she was held against her will from all four extremities, and though she'd never fucked in any passionate way before in her life, she felt her blood suddenly boiling with desire, coursing through her veins like an aphrodisiac while her thighs chilled and heated and her cunt began to sizzle with desire. It was as if some fuse had finally been lit, and the thing she'd most resisted was now burning bright, exploding even, deep inside her belly!
"Awwww, fuck," she cried out, having remembered that this was what Gloria Eddleton had called out a while before, but it was less from imitation than desire that the teenager submitted. For deep in her guts she felt the boring hard cock grinding into the satiny flesh of her vagina, raging within her belly and charging her body full of sexual impulse. Something stormed in her flesh and ... she gave way with a sudden lusty cry. "Oooooh, sheezzzzeeee ... faaawwwwkkkk!"
"Yeah," said Edward Ranger, "she's really warmin' up now, eh?" He smiled and leaned close to one of Margo Cunningham's tender breasts. With a quick flip of his hips he filled her cunt completely and evinced from her shocked throat a sudden, extra cry. Then he placed his lips squarely around the aroused nipple of her right breast and sucked it up and down three or four times in a row always being sure to use his tongue to swab the hot little nipple, being especially careful not to remove his cock from the confines of her sweltering pussy.
"Yeah," he grumbled, pulling away from the young girl's breast with a wet smacking noise, "she's gettin' there." Then he looked around at Kevin Arnold who held Margo's wrists, and behind to Gloria Eddleton who lay nakedly recovering from her fuck with Kevin. "Say," said the older Ranger man, "you know what I'd like?"
"No, what," said Lance. "A dildo maybe? Two girls? What?" He was angry and regretful that he'd permitted his stepfather this pleasure with young Margo. She was responding so well that he wished it were his prick in her cunt, not his stepfather's. "What do you what?" he asked angrily. "Come on, say it. What is it?"
"I wanna watch that one jack off."
"You old pervert," snapped Lance Ranger. He looked at Gloria. "Do like he says, honey. He won't stop pesterin' us till you do, anyhow. Get up over here in front of him and start rubbin' yerself."
For a moment Gloria hesitated. But then she realized that there was no use turning them down. They would have their way regardless. She must cooperate or suffer more abuse. And why not, after all, go along? What difference would it make really? One more masturbation was not so much to ask ... in exchange for freedom ...!
She stood up alongside the mattress. She was already naked, so she just had to put her hand between her legs and begin.
"I can't see her over there," complained Edward Ranger, cranking his neck up and over his shoulder, trying to keep in position between Margo's slender thighs. "Put her in front of me!"
"Get over on the other side of the bed," ordered Lance. "Stand over there where he can see you."
Gloria walked around the mattress and stood in front. She reached down between her legs while watching the expression on Margo's face. The poor young girl didn't know what to make of it all. There she was being fucked in the cunt by some strange, abusive alcoholic type who hadn't shaved in three of four days, and to add insult to injury the guy needed to watch a woman jacking it some in order to get off. It was like being treated like an old tin can. Kick it some and for no good reason and maybe it will respond.
Gloria spread her legs and scratched around between the lips of her labia, and when she found her clit started to tease it upright. She held her pussy open and gave Edward Ranger a perfect view.
"Can you see it?" she asked in a sultry whisper. It was almost off-hand the way she asked. "Is it the way you like to see it, honey?"
"She's good," panted Edward Ranger, beginning to move his hips again, pumping his cock into Margo's belly with feverish, whipping strokes. "She's really good ... that one there is good ... " His eyes were bulging out of his head as he watched Gloria stroking her cunt lips and fondling her clit with two fingers. She had the nerve-laden bud pinched up between her thumb and index finger, and she was massaging it that way, rolling the pink flesh pebble around and around.
When she saw how much it excited the older man, she spread her thighs a little wider and put one hand on the small of her back so that she could lean away, backwards, thus pushing her exposed, hot wet pubis forward, almost inches from his sweating, wet face. "You like it like that?" she said, her hair-rimmed fissure wet and juicy-looking in front of his eyes, her pink clit shinning moist and twitching between her fingers. "You like to watch my clit while you fuck her, eh? Is that it?"
"Yeah ... ooooh, yeah, I do ... " he panted, sliding his cock back and forth between Margo's quivering legs.
Margo opened her eyes and looked up. What she saw was Edward Ranger's face, eyes bulging. Above was Gloria with her white thighs spread, her cunt open and blushing wet. "Ooooh, God," hissed the young girl. "What are you doing?!! What are you-?"
She closed her eyes, for just then, charging into her cunt like a bull with horns, came Edward Ranger's throbbing cock. It smacked into the satiny back wall of her pussy and rounded the hump of her young cervix with special force, taking her breath away, and convincing her once and for all that there would be no escaping the intense physical sensations welling up and raging like a forest fire between her young, slender thighs.
"Ooooh," she bleated, like a lamb prepared for slaughter, giving way and submitting finally to the arousal this penetrating rubbing between her legs was causing. No matter how she'd tried to deny it, her loins, were burning. They were on fire with the heat generated from his rubbing cock shaft boring relentlessly into the depths of her belly.
"Now, that's more like it," hissed Lance Ranger from the sidelines, noting the clear and obvious change in expression in the young woman's face. "Look at her! She's gettin' into it now! She's really likin' it, ol' man-you got her goin' good! Keep up the good work!" He clapped his hands together, applauding in rhythm to his step-father's hip-smacking cadence.
"Uuuuuhhh ... uuuuhhhh uuhhhhhh ... " grunted Margo Cunningham with every thrust of the hard cock pole into her cunt. She felt the thick mushroom top boring into the soft, wet folds of her vagina and couldn't resist the intense sensations of physical desire it conjured up in all of her body. Chills stormed her spine, and her neck froze with a lusty thrill. Her lips pulled back over her teeth, and her nostrils flared red and open as she sucked for the much needed breath with which she began to pump back on the long hard cock that had triggered her lust!
"Yeah," groaned Edward Ranger, up on his hands so as to be able to watch Gloria masturbating in front of him as he simultaneously screwed the teenager girl below, "this is the way it was meant to be!"
"You won't have to hold her much longer, Kevin," said Lance. "Just lift her up some ... like I'm doing ... "
She felt herself suddenly being picked up. She frantically opened her eyes and looked around. The room was turning. Someone had hold of her feet. Her thighs were quivering and trembling. She thought for sure the deeply burrowing cock in her cunt would slip out. But no, it stayed in place ... even drilled in deeper.
What was happening? They were turning her, twisting her like a pig on a skewer, turning her over ...
What was this all about? How had she come to be in this small motel room? Only yesterday she was at college. She was on the road, on her way to go skiing. The room urns twisting and there were voices shouting, hollering!
"Keep her fanny this way ...! Get her turned so we can see it ...! Hold on, yer movin' her too far ...! That's it ...! Don't let go yet, Pop ... We're almost there ...!" And all the time her body was out of her control.
It was as if in the midst of that sudden submission, in the midst of giving way to that incredible physical defilement of her vagina, her body had begun to float and now ... her center of gravity had changed ... They'd turned her over. That was it, they'd turned her over! Now she was the one on top.
She opened her eyes and there was the unshaven motel clerk, the one called Edward, and he was under her. Her legs were still wide-spread and clutching at his thighs below, and his cock was upwardly stroking now, still boring into her cunt, but now from below.
What were they doing? Why were they holding her this way? What was the matter with the other? Wasn't that good enough? Why were they turning her like this?
And then she felt it!
It was like two huge pincers. They took hold of her buttocks like mechanical, steel pliers. They gripped the soft, tender flesh of her bottom cheeks like car-crushers. They squeezed her ass flesh and ripped at it. For a moment the intense feel of her cheeks was so strong that she couldn't think. And then she heard herself screaming, hollering, "Nooooo! Noooooo!"
"Oh, yeah, honey," said a calm, sadistic voice, unforgettably that of Lance Ranger. "Whadya think this was all about? A walk in the park? No, no ... We're gonna have ourselves a nice little brown-eye pie! Look in there, Kevin. Ain't that the sweetest little virgin bunghole you ever did see? Ain't she nice looking? Why I don't believe I could even get a pencil in there, the way that thing's tight! But you know what? I'm gonna get a helluvalot more than pencil in there. Yes, sir. I'm gonna give her a big strong something else. You ready, Pop?"
"Ready when you are," said the man from underneath.
Margo's head was swimming. She felt someone clasping her buttocks from underneath. It must have been Edward, reaching around her thighs and holding her ass flesh squeezed, spread, split and vulnerable. Her anal crack felt wild and cool with the breeze that flowed in, but she sensed that this was the calm before the storm. She'd never been buttfucked before but she feared it would be death itself! Instinctively she knew that her anus was just too small. How could he think about doing such a thing? Hadn't she submitted enough? Why this? It seemed so awful. But then there was the cool air brushing along her ass, and that was okay ...
Then, suddenly, she felt something large and thick flopping down in the narrow groove between her soft hairless buttocks. She craned her neck around and looked behind her. She could not believe the size of Lance Ranger's penis. It was too big, impossibly so, and he was planning on putting it into her asshole.
"Noooooo," she squealed, "you can't!"
"Now, now," said Lance. "Just hold on to Pappy there, and try and enjoy yourself the best you can ... In ten minutes you'll have yourself a whole new love tunnel." With that he leaned forward and slipped his hand between the cheeks of her ass.
Chapter Eleven
"N-no," cried the naked teenager, feeling Lance's fingers sliding up her ass cleft toward her defensively puckering sphincter. His fingers crawled and then stopped. He poked downwards at the rim of her hairless anus and started to penetrate. "Wh-What are you doing?" she cried out in fright. "No! Stop that! You're hurting ...!"
"Shut up, bitch," he scolded her, pulling her quivering asscheeks as far apart as they would go. "Hold her butt open, Pop. I'm trying to get her goin' now!"
Margo started to squirm forward on hands and knees, having come upwards some with one quick jolt. But it was a futile effort. Edward Ranger yanked her downwards onto his cock, and he used both hands to force open her ass cheeks for his step-son's defiling finger and prick.
"Don't let her move," barked Lance Ranger. "I'm gonna ram her now!"
"No," she cried in a muffled, sorrowful voice, pitiably begging them. "Please ...? Please ...? P-P-OOooooooh! Awwww, shit!"
He'd slipped his finger into place down the long narrow tunnel of her rectum in one huge dry plunge. He'd gone into the smooth satin muscle of her bowels with no further warning, and now he rolled and ground his finger, buried to the hilt like a sword in a scabbard, from side to side, slowly, surely stretching the buttock tube, worming it open wider and wider in preparation for the brutal penile sodomizing he'd long been planning.
"Uuuuhhhh," she uttered in unbearable pain, unable to fathom the meaning of this incredible abuse of her asshole. The finger within her anus was taking charge of her body. She grabbed Edward Ranger by the shoulders, just to have something to hold onto, for the ache in her rectum was now severe. She bit down hard, at first into her own lip, drawing blood, and then against her teeth, gritting against the scalding sensation of her ass.
"UHGGHHH," she grunted fiercely when she'd caught her breath. "Ooooh! Oooooh!"
Then there came a moment of relief, as with a wet-snapping noise Lance withdrew his finger from the tight-gripping rubbery confines of the contracted, frozen sphincter. The curl of the muscle turned slightly inside-out as the digit pulled out of it, and when the finger was gone all together, Margo Cunningham panted with joy.
"Oooh, that's much better. Thank you ... thank you soooo much ...! Oooh, yes ...!"
Now, along with the vacant sense of relief in her empty rectum, she once again was able to feel the hard-driving, impaling cock that rocketed upwards into her cunt from below. It was as if, with the hard-nosed prick-like finger grinding into her asshole, she'd completely forgotten about the battering she was taking in her pussy. But now, this continuing defilement of her body seemed acceptable ... perhaps it was a wanton act for them to abuse her, but at least the fucking in her pussy was feeling good ...!
It was okay to feel good down there, she told herself ... After all, what choice do I really have? But the other is too much ... What pleasure can he get, really, from putting his finger in there? Of course, she'd been presuming that the abuse and sodomization of her ass was over.
She let herself go with the wanton upward fucking into her cunt. Somehow her physical body was in charge now, and her brain was no longer capable of making decisions. She let the strange man below swing her hips as he would, working and grinding her sweetly oozing, satiny pussy channel up and down the length of his hardened shaft and spongy cockhead. From time to time she felt the rubbery rim of his mushroom head press against the swollen aroused lips and clit of her vagina. It was as though she were in some other person's dream, floating with the sensations, letting the other person's dream take her along with him wherever he wanted to go. The hard cock flesh was like a magic carpet, one to which she'd unknowingly surrendered entirely. From the distance, as if their voices were coming to her ears through cotton, she heard someone say, "I think she's ready, man. It's like she's in some other place all together now. You know what I mean?" And another voice answered, a woman's voice, "Yeah, she's diggin' it now ... " It's Gloria ... What's happening? What am I ready for?
Then, as if it were a scorching torch, a branding iron, she felt a heated cocktip pressing into the folds of her ass cheeks. It was wet and strong and thick, and she knew that it was going to go into her with relentless intensity. She could sense that it was going to eat into her asshole like some strange devilish animal. And before she could register even a note of complaint, the wet slippery cock, Lance Ranger's gargantuan tool, entered Margo Cunningham's taut nether hole.
"ARRRGGHHHH ... MMMFFFGGGHHH," she grunted with sudden awareness. "UUUUHHHH ... AHHHHIIIEEE ...!"
"Yeah," he hissed from afar in Margo's ear, "puttin' some of that juice on my prick did the job, honey! You got it all in one long hit!"
It was as if she'd been completely unconscious. The pain in her rectum, the agonizing and sudden ache, awakened her from the submissive reverie she was enjoying on the impaling prick from below. Her cunt swelled, but her asshole was now sensing the ultimate violation of total sodomy!
"UUUUHHHH ... STOP ... FUCK!" she screeched loudly. "It hurts ... It hurts ... God, take it out, take it out ...!" she choked, hot salty tears of desperation and pain welling up in her eyes and flowing like rivers down her cheeks. She bucked upwards with the severity of the assault on her anus fully controlling every reaction of her body. But they held her too tightly. The man underneath had a good grip on her smooth girlish hips and buttocks, and Lance from above was pressing downwards with fierce strength on her girlish shoulders. Whatever the consequences now, she knew for a fact that she was theirs! There was going to be no escaping this ultimate dual ravishment of her innocent naked pelvis!
"Hold her tight ... it's a little dry now!" she heard Lance say from behind her. Suddenly, his cock plopped out of her rectal tightness for hardly an instant and she cried out in surprised relief. He crammed his prick into his saliva-wet fingers, lubricating himself quickly and stating emphatically, "Now it'll go in like butter!" And with no further words, he shoved his cock back into her splayed buttocks-cheeks to the hilt, filling her rectum once again, pushing so deeply that his pelvis slapped flat against the white rounds of her ass.
"OOOOH, NOOOOO!" she grunted pitiably. "STOP ... NO MORE ... STOP ... MMFFGHHH ... "
He started to fuck her now with long punishing strokes. Every single thrust sank his prick into her sphincter to the balls. She wasn't going to be virginal for much longer. She was going to be tight for a while ... but never again a virgin!
"Uuuuhhh," she grunted with every abusive thrust. "Uuuuhh ... uuuuuhhh ... ooooohhhh ... " His cock drilled in and out of her ass with sudden if she'd been ass-fucking for years. Not that she was loose-just that her anus was suddenly smooth and open, wet and slick.
"Oooh, yeah," grunted Edward Ranger from underneath. "You're doing her good, boy. I can feel how her pussy's goin' wild under here, now. It's cause of your cock in her ass."
"Shut up and keep fuckin' her, old man," snapped Lance Ranger, his blood-engorged cock filling the young girl's rectum completely. He could feel the raging genital heat of her hot loins burning below him, and the smooth backs of her long, slender thighs were additional stimulation for his own building passion. Invading her asshole with all his strength, he reached around with two hands and cupped the teenager's tender white breasts. He pulled her back into his chest so that she was arched upwards against him. From underneath, Edward Ranger continued to fuck into Margo's pussy, while she was held bow-like from behind, bent to a perfect anal fit by Lance himself.
"Oooooh," she moaned with a child-like hurt as the two cocks felt suddenly more present than ever in her twin pelvic orifices. Somehow, being bent like that, being held at an arched angle, made the two lust-heated skewering cocks that much more powerful. They rubbed with every new stroke at a different territory of her sensitive pussy and violated sphincter. The two, blue-veined stiffnesses were like flesh spikes taking charge of her body, filling her with a wanton arousal that was quickly taking over every other sensation of ache or humiliating submission.
"She's slipping now," hissed Lance from behind her, letting her down gently. "She's starting to go over the edge ... "
"Yeah," groaned Edward Ranger from underneath, "I know what you mean. But I don't know how much longer I can last like this."
"Come on, man, you got to fuck her all the way. She'll be there in a minute or two. Keep pumping. Fuck her harder! Come on!"
"Alright, alright," groaned the older man from underneath. He concentrated on the feel of the young, nubile girl's breasts now riding his hairy chest, and he thought about the feel of her satiny wet pussy contracting around his stiffened cockhead and shaft as he bored upwards into her not wet pussy. It kept him going at full-strength. If he could last another few minutes, it would be that much better a fuck for all of them.
"Now you're doing it," groaned Lance Ranger. "I can feel you doing it to her now, Pop. Keep fucking her like that. Don't think about it so that you cum, but keep fucking her! Another minute or so and ... she'll be all ours!"
Chapter Twelve
Young Margo could hear the two men talking but she couldn't really make all that much sense out of it. Besides, the sensations welling up in her cunt and the ache in her rectum were now dominating her every thought and feeling.
Her naked body shuddered and quivered from the shame of a fast-rising passion, and she felt as though her thighs glowed with a tempting sheen of perspiration, moist and appealing, as though she were secreting some heavenly aphrodisiac. She didn't believe it, but it felt as if more and more she were enjoying this incredible ravishment of her body ... as if this lewd twin-fucking of her cunt and her rectum was actually beginning to excite her!
She groaned again, but this time not from the pain. Instead, it was from the strengthening heat of her own naked lust! Her buttocks began a slow sensuous movement around the impaling rod of the teenager's long hard cock. The bruised and ravaged walls of her virginal rectum began to quiver and contract lewdly around the deep-skewering rigidity of Lance Ranger's deep imbedded penis. Her whole body seemed to pulse and throb with some primeval, unheard rhythm ... the savage desire of her own rising wanton desires!
"Uuuuhhhh, yes," she groaned under her breath, inaudible to the others. But Margo heard her own voice, and though she was shocked, she realized that the shame of this lewd embracing by two men, the humiliating circumstances of her submission, was fading, and taking its place was ... an unbridled heated lust!
She was moving back against Lance's hard cock now, and underneath she felt Edward's hands loosen around the cheeks of her ass. She pushed back hard against Lance's deep-thrusting young cock until she could feel the wispy curls of his pubic hair tickling the insides of her nether cheeks. Her asshole clenched around his prick in unspeakable desire ... she had to have his cock! She needed his cock up her ass and she wouldn't stop working back against him until he shot his heavy rich cream right up her tail!
"Hey, would you look at that?" hissed Kevin Arnold who sat naked alongside Gloria now on the other bed. "She's buckin' up against him ... She wants it!"
"What'd you expect?" said Gloria, looking on the obscene sight with lust-glazed eyes. "Sooner or later it had to happen this way."
"What? Whad you say?"
"Never mind," said Gloria Eddleton, a wry smile playing on her thick, moist lips. "It's just something a girl can sense in another girl ... " She kept a keen eye on the obscene spectacle going on only a foot or two in front of her on the other mattress.
Margo thought she could hear Gloria talking. But she was deep in the grip of her stronger and heating passions and could not make out exactly what her friend was saying.
Her mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strange and perverted sensations. From underneath her belly was filling and wrapping around the upwardly plunging cock shaft of Edward Ranger. And from above, her asshole was being jammed full of youthful Lance Ranger's throbbing prick shaft and mushroom head. It was as if every orifice in her body was filled with hot, stiff cock.
Suddenly she looked down at the older man underneath her and gave way to an incredible last urge: to kiss him on the mouth. With one cock waving in her pussy, another slamming into the depths of her once-virgin rectum, she placed her teenager lips over the older man's mouth and soul-kissed him long and hard and passionately.
A moment later she pulled away breathlessly and said softly as she waved her pelvis downwards and upwards in unison with their fuck-rhythm, "Ooooh, yes, I love it ... I love it ... Fuck me ...! Fuck me ... both of you ...! Ooooh, yes! Fuck into my cunt ... And fuck into my asshole ...! Fuck me harder ...! Oooh, yes ... harder ... Yes, FUUUUCCCCKKKKK ... "
"Alright!" cried Kevin Arnold. "Now she's gettin' off!"
"Yeah," hissed Lance Ranger from his sodomy position, looking down between Margo's ass-cheeks and enjoying the lewd spectacle of his cock surrounded by the lips of her quivering anus. "Now she's into it alright. Her asshole is holding onto me like a big hot wet fist!"
"Her cunt ain't bad either," said Lance's step-father from underneath. He was sweating and rolling his hips and breathing hard, all just to keep up the pace of the merciless twin fucking.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh, yes, yes ... you're both in me so good ... sooooo hard! Yes, fuck me now with your long hard cocks!" she cried wantonly, her head flailing from side to side as she tried to keep track of the sensations that were taking her body away on this incredible pleasure cruise. She could hear them both panting and grunting as they pushed and pulled against her pelvis with their own flat pelvises and strong cocks, skewering her like she was a pig over a fire.
She cried out, an inhuman gurgling groan as the deep-fucking took on a furious pattern of stroke-power, each man trying to get deeper and deeper inside the young woman. From behind young Lance was trying to get into her rectum to prod at her innermost secrets, perhaps deeper than anyone would ever fuck her again anywhere! And from below came Edward Ranger's long hard upwardly thrusting cock, coming into her vagina so stiff and long that it felt like it was going to climb right up her belly and come up out of her throat!
She was nakedly sandwiched between them, sadistically impaled on their long stiff cocks at once, one deeply burrowing into her flattened nether cheeks, the other cramming his stiffness to the hilt into her pussy. They were hotly skewering her, sharing her twin-orifices, making her hotter and lustier with every long hard slam into her body. They were ravishing her, bringing her closer and closer to the ultimate complete abandonment!
Both men began to groan with the exquisite eroticism of this forbidden act. They could even feel each other as they jointly thrust in and out of her love-tunnels, separated by just the thinnest membrane between her rectum and the heat of her cunt.
For the first few moments she was buffeted like a rag doll between them. But then, as they began to grow accustomed to the manner of their fucking, all three worked in rhythm, as they did knowingly now, to bring each other to the ultimate pinnacle of perfect lecherous success!
Margo moaned soulfully as the incredible heat of her ecstatic frenzy rose in her loins like someone was holding a fiercely burning candle between her legs. She moaned incessantly from the unspeakably wanton fucking the two men were giving her. An animalish whine gurgled wetly in her parched throat. She groaned hurtfully from the combined forces of their writhing torsos as they sandwiched her between them like so much salami!
"I can't stand it anymore," complained Kevin Arnold. He grabbed Gloria Eddleton and made her stand with him over the fucking threesome. "Take my cock," he told her. "Start jacking me off. Come on, do it."
She took his stiff meaty prick in her fingers and ran her hand lightly up and down the blue-veined throbbing hardness of the topside of the shaft. His cock was already super-stiff, and a moment later he was panting in delirious excess as his eyes watched the continuing lewd spectacle below. "Just keep pumping me," he said trance-like and oblivious as he watched the sandwich-fucking of young Margo. "Just keep pumping me, Gloria, baby ... " She kept sliding her fingers and pulling with her fist every now and then on his hard cock while the other two men drilled into young Margo's two pelvic holes.
"Awwww, yieeeee ... yieeeeee!" cried Margo Cunningham from between the two men, nearly insane with their deliriously erotic fucking. Just a little more, thought the teenager. I know it's bad, but just a little more ... Oooh, I need it just a little ... little ... "OOoooooh, yieeeeeeee!!!!"
She felt her womb flower around the deep-probing cock of Edward Ranger, opening hotly around his naked pumping erection and then tightening with exquisite pleasure as he groaned underneath her.
"I gotta shoot it off now, Lance," she heard the older man say. "I gotta let loose now ...!"
"Me, too," cried Kevin Arnold from above, and he began spewing out hot thick salvos of cream that splattered on the opposite wall as Gloria Eddleton continued to pump his prick with her knowing fingers. She fell to her knees during the fourth or fifth shot, and cupped the head of his dick with her willing lips, swallowing down the remainder of his load.
"Here goes!" hollered Edward Ranger from underneath the teenager, his prick suddenly explosive with sperm. He could feel his aching, lust churning testicles suddenly relaxing as the hot juice traveled in spurts up the length of his hardened, throbbing prick inside Margo's merging, contracting pussy. "Oooooh, yeah," he groaned like a child finally getting something he'd been wanting for a long, long time.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh," cried young Margo, feeling the hot slippery cum entering her vagina and splattering against the remote back wall of her near-orgasmic pussy. "I can feel ... I can feel ... Ooooooh!"
"Alright," grunted Lance Ranger, "if that's what you like ... you can have ... mine ... TOO!" He became suddenly still, and then he cocked his hips backwards and drove his nail-like prick into the depths of the sixteen year old's rectum harder than ever before, and when his lust-hardened scrotum and balls slapped with a little smacking sound on the young girl's upturned heated wet buttocks, he began shooting off his incredible creamy charge.
"UUuuuuuuuuhhhhh, fuck!" she cried, feeling the wet pelts sliding down into her bowels, one after another. "OOOOOH, MEEEEE, TOOOOOOO! I'MMMMMMMM CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG TOOOOO!!!" Her cunt began contracting wildly and regularly around the cock inside it, and her rectum squeezed down involuntarily, completely out of control around the prick which continued to ejaculate in her, filling her bowels with hot semen.
Now she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her eyes opened, as though from a dream, and she imagined that she was being watched and how she must appear. Two strong men with their virile pricks charging in her two pelvic orifices were bucking on either side of her, and she was moaning loudly, hissing for breath. It was as debauched and sensuous a moment as any she could ever dream possible!
She could feel Lance Ranger continuing to gush into her rectum, a thick warm fountain of cream filling up her bowels and then overflowing, sliding down between her thighs and dribbling into the mattress below. She was still cumming on Edward Ranger's prick, as well, spending herself in long waves of liquid orgasmic sensuous heat that spread out from within the depths of her pussy like a moist wind.
She was screaming and cumming, and the men were cumming and grunting, and all three of them were rolling and pumping their bodies in a final, lust-filled moment of lewd abandonment ... giving way ... submitting to the ultimate joy of orgasmic climax!!!
"Ahhhhh, fuck," she grunted, feeling the peak moment pass. Not that her girly cum was over, just that the ultimate high moment was now gone. She continued to contract in her pussy and in her rectum, and she could still feel the final pelts of jism from Lance Ranger's sodomizing cock, but the fucking itself was now complete. "More," she cried out softly, "I want more ... Please give me more? Please ...?"
"In a few minutes," said Lance Ranger, pulling his entirely spent, deflating penis from the confines of her rubbery sphincter in a finally lewd smacking method. He gave her cheek a good squeeze and rubbed the tip of his defiling rod across the back of her reddened wet cheek. "You like my motel?" he asked her softly as he pulled the teenager girl up off of Edward Ranger's cunt-impaling prick and sat her down on the bed beside him. "You like my motel, little girl?"
Margo Cunningham nodded happily. "I love it. I really do love it." Her eyes were fixed on his thick, muscular cock. She was waiting for it to stiffen again. She was no longer virginal, and in some strange way, she was no longer teenage.
EPILOGUE
The two women proceeded the next evening up the hill for their ski adventure. Somehow, though, neither Gloria nor Margo could manage any interest in the idea of skiing. They were tired, and, their real desires had been so intensely stimulated that they needed, longed for the kind of attention that only Lance Ranger and his step-father could supply.
So they left the ski resort a day early and returned to the Roadside Motel. This time when they checked in at the office they asked by name for who and what they wanted, and they both knew that they'd be getting it, too ... as much of it and as often as possible!
