In an effort to bring you the best in explicit adult reading material, the publishers have taken great pains in finding a new, exciting, graphic novel which pulls no punches.
Our startling new book, Captured by Outlaws takes the reader into the primitive world of raw sexuality. Within these shocking pages, you will meet Tricia, the voluptuous and innocent wife of Don
Burns. You will meet the Burn's friends; Ron Swenton and his gorgeous wife Sally. You will follow the young foursome into a bizarre backpacking trip into the wilderness where they are forced to reevaluate their own sexual behavior.
You will meet Horse Judson, the powerful, black leader of a gang of renegade car thieves.
You will watch in shock and fascination as the two helpless wives are thrust into a web of sin and humiliation so intense that only the most open-minded and intelligent reader will accept the fate which befalls the two unsuspecting females.
The question which Captured By Outlaws really asks is just how far can a woman be pushed until the raw, primitive animal urges repressed by everyday society rise to the surface and get completely out of control? Just how "civilized" is modern man? Beneath our sophisticated manners and modern clothes, isn't there a lustful, pleasure-seeking animal just waiting to escape and satisfy its bestial desires?
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Tricia Burns, the voluptuous and blonde teenage wife of Don Burns, stepped from the warm, soothing waters of her early morning bath to bask in complete nakedness before the full-length mirror in her well-appointed suburban home.
Her radiant, golden hair streamed down the graceful curves of her sloping shoulders and into the pink-tipped nakedness of her womanish breasts. Her firm young breasts were proud and high and the mere sight of them would be enough to drive any man to a wild and frenetic lust. Her waist, accentuated by the tiny dot of her navel, tapered flawlessly into the flaring femininity of her splendidly naked thighs and she resembled a marble-hewn Greek goddess as she stood there in the gentle rays of the early morning light. The secrets and delights of her supple young body displayed to seductive advantage.
Tricia turned, displaying the fleshy, alluring curves of her cheeky buttocks as she reached for a towel and began drying her delicious young body to squeaky cleanliness. She walked over to her dresser and clothed her feminine voluptuousness in a pair of tight-fitting shorts and a flattering bikini top which left the gorgeous hummock of her belly exposed.
She gazed out the window and saw her husband Don. Don was busily sorting their back-packing gear. Tricia and Don and their friends, Sally and Ron Swenton were going to embark on a week-long backpacking trip in the rugged Carlson Mountains of Idaho. The foursome had spent weeks planning this trip and now the time had come!
There was a spirited knock on the front door and Tricia ran expectantly to open it. The tan, dark, exotic form of Sally Swenton, followed by her husband, Ron, stepped cheerily into the room.
"Hi, Tricia!" Sally said. "All set?"
"Yes," Sally replied, "we're just about ready. Don's getting all our stuff together now."
"I've got all our stuff organized," Ron replied. "It's in my jeep. I'll go and give Don a hand. Hope you guys are ready for this! It's pretty rugged up there!"
Ron stepped out of the room and left the two girls alone.
The ultimate, mysterious range of femininity was represented by the two girls. Tricia, the fair-haired blonde stood in remarkable contrast to the tan, dark features of her gypsy-like friend. No matter what kind of woman any man preferred, he would certainly find his liking between the incredible feminine variety represented by these two splendid specimens of girlishness.
"I hope its really wild up in the Carlson Mountains," Tricia said. "There's nothing around for miles."
"We'll be all right," Sally said. "We've got Ron and Don with us. They'll protect us."
"Yes. I guess you're right, there's really nothing to worry about, the boys'll take care of us."
Don burst through the front door. "All set girls," he said.
CHAPTER TWO
The foursome climbed into the Swenton's jeep and began the long, winding journey towards the rugged Carlson Mountains. Tricia had a strange feeling as she turned to see the "Orangeville: City Limits" sign fade into the distance as they left their secure suburban town and headed into the untamed wilds of the primitive wilderness.
As Ron turned off the main highway and onto the makeshift dirt road leading into the Carlson Mountains, Tricia had a strange feeling that they were journeying back through time as sprawling trees and bushes began to sprout out of the ground like angry phantoms. The foursome huddled together as the vegetation became thicker and scraped against the rugged frame of the jeep.
"Ouch!" Tricia said as a bush scraped against her delicious skin.
"Watch out, honey," Don said, as he tenderly hugged his voluptuous teenage wife and pulled her tenderly to his side.
There was a trail of dust whipping up behind the jeep and small bits of gravel were flying all over like a miniature meteorite shower. The jeep bucked and shook like it was in the midst of a tremendous earthquake and Ron was struggling hard to maintain control of the wildly rocking vehicle.
"Jesus!" Ron said. "This is like riding a bronco!"
"Hey, Ron," Don said, as he pointed to a long, winding fire-break which meandered comfortably up the hill. "We might have a better ride if we go up the fire-break. The ground is probably damper since all that grass surrounds it."
"Sounds like a good idea, Don," Ron said. "Hold on! I'll give it a try!"
Ron suddenly swerved off of the dirt road and began guiding his jeep up the side of the hill. The ride was rough and unruly for a few minutes, then Ron finally reached the fire trail and the ride smoothed out perceptibly.
"That's better," Sally said.
They cruised comfortably on the fire trail for hours, easily going round and round the hill as they increased their altitude.
Suddenly, a jagged, rugged peak of a rocky, craggy mountain loomed into view.
"Well, we won't be able to drive too much longer folks," Ron said, "cause that's where we're going and there's only one way to get there and that's to hike!"
"We'd better find someplace to park the jeep." Don said, "if we at least want to be at the base of that baby before nightfall!"
"Good idea," Ron replied as he guided the jeep towards a large, high clump of brush and pulled to a halt.
"O.K.! " Ron said. "Everyone out. Let's push this thing underneath those bushes. It'll be a great camouflage!"
The foursome quickly hid the jeep as Ron and Don recorded the co-ordinates of the jeep's location on a topological map of the area.
"O.K. Let's get out of here with our gear!" Ron said.
CHAPTER THREE
High in the craggy primitiveness, the huge black man known as Horse Judson surveyed the adjoining hills with a powerful pair of field glasses. He was looking for any trace of police or ranger activity which might pose as a threat to him and his men.
Horse Judson and the eight men who hung around with him were on the run from the law. For years, Horse and his men had operated a highly efficient auto theft ring within a two hundred mile radius of this Western section of Idaho.
Unfortunately, Horse and his men had become just a bit too greedy, for the police of Hawks Landing, a sizable community about fifty miles from the Carlson Mountains, had discovered Horse's operation and had almost nabbed Horse and his men in the act. The only thing which prevented the police from nabbing Horse's gang was monitoring the police calls twenty minutes before the police were planning a raid on Horse's gang and he had managed to get a twenty minute lead on the police.
Horse knew that twenty minutes was not a very good time element for a total escape, so he had exercised the only option; the gang had driven to the base of the Carlson Mountains and had disappeared into their primitive wilderness in a desperate chance at temporary safety.
Horse knew that it would only be a matter of time before the police discovered the cars and guessed the course of action his gang had pursued, but by that time he would be at least on an alternative course.
"Looks clear to me!" the huge black man said to Paul. "Cops don't know we're here yet!"
"It's so secluded here that it'd take 'em a week to find us anyway!" Paul said.
"I dunno, man," Horse said, "they start flyin' around here and we've really had it!"
"Hell, if they send the choppers after us," Paul said, "all we have to do is lay low and wait till they fly out of here."
"Yeah, but the sooner we're out of here, the better!" Horse replied.
Horse was a force to be reckoned with! He was built like a steam shovel and no one but no one gave him any crap! He had always been the biggest, the strongest and the best!
As Horse surveyed the calm, bucolic country-side through his powerful field glasses, he suddenly spied Tricia, Sally, Ron and Don making slow progress up the side of a distant hill.
"Hey, Paul," he said as he handed his friend the binoculars, "take a look at this."
"Jesus!" Paul said as his greedy eyes zeroed in on the cheeky voluptuous buttocks of Tricia. "What an ass that blonde has! I'd like to get hold of her!"
"The other one ain't bad either," Horse replied. "Wonder who those two dudes are?"
"Who cares!" Paul said. "I don't care who they are! All's I'd like would be a chance to get a piece of those chick's ripe little asses!"
"Yeah, but we gotta be cool about it. We can't be running all over these hills or the cops'll spot us for sure," Horse said. "They're probably backpacking to Pearson Peak. It's the most popular place around here. From where we are right now, it's not hard to reach. There's lots of camouflage on the way there."
"Well," Paul said, "this might prove to be very interesting. Why don't we round up the boys and take a little hike over to Pearson Peak and see what happens." Horse smiled salaciously at the thought of two helpless white women caused fantasies of bestial lust to race through his mind.
"Good idea," he said.
CHAPTER FOUR
The foursome had been walking steadily for about two hours. Even though their backpacks were of the latest design, the sheer strain of walking constantly up hill was wearing each of them down.
"I think it's time to take a breather," Don replied.
"Good idea!" Tricia said as she sank to her knees and removed the burdensome pack from her feminine shoulders.
"Whew!" Sally replied. "This is quite a little walk!"
"Everyone just take it easy for a few minutes," Ron said. "We'll catch our breath and we'll be as good as new."
The foursome relaxed and helped themselves to the meager water rations they had allotted themselves for their journey.
"Hey, Tricia," Sally said, "let's take a little walk and wind down. We don't want to shut down our systems completely; we should move around a little after drinking that water."
"Yeah," Tricia replied, "sounds like a good idea."
The girls walked to the end of a ledge, a steep ledge which bordered a deep canyon.
The girls were not aware that the earth where they were standing had been severely weakened by recent rains and had already begun to loosen as Tricia and Sally stood innocently on the edge.
The steep walls of the canyon were lined with dense masses of luxuriant foliage, made green by the recent rains.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Tricia said.
"Sure is," Sally replied.
Don heard a cracking, thick sound and turned his head just in time to see the mound of earth on which the girls were standing slip away as the girls disappeared over the side of the ledge!
CHAPTER FIVE
All Tricia could remember was a violent sensation of falling.
Now she and Sally were suddenly in the middle of a rapidly moving river!
"Sally!" Tricia yelled as she saw her friend struggling about ten feet in front of her, "there's a big rock near the shore going with the current! Let's see if we can make it there!"
The two girls struggled valiantly against the river's surging power, and finally made it to the huge rock. They were both exhausted and each of them felt the stinging breath shoot into their lungs like fire.
The only thing that saved the girls from certain death was the cushiony-like clumps of dense green foliage lining the side of the canyon walls and the river which had completely and effectively halted the momentum of their fall. They were more shocked than hurt physically.
"God, Tricia!" Sally gasped as she looked up at the top of the canyon, trying to get a glimpse of Don or Ron. "They're gone! My God! They're gone!"
"There's no telling how far down stream the current carried us. All I remember is rolling and turning and then everything was wet."
Ron was shouting desperately at the foot of the ledge where the earth had broken away.
"There's no answer!" he said to Don as his voice quivered. "They're done for!"
"Get my binoculars!" Ron said. Don removed Ron's binoculars' from the backpack and handed them to Ron.
"Hey," Ron said as he focused in on the river at the bottom of the canyon. "There's a river down there!"
"Do you think that they could've fell in and were carried downstream?" Don asked his friend.
"That's the assumption we've got to operate on," Ron replied. "We've got to assume that they are still alive. If we don't we might as well give up now and report all this to the ranger."
"Yeah, I think you're right, Ron," Don said. "I think we should walk down into the canyon and see what we can find. If we take the time to hike back and find the ranger now, it might be too late when we get back."
"Let's go!" Ron said.
CHAPTER SIX
The two girls had made it to the safety of the shoreline.
"We've got to think this out," Tricia said as she tried to compose herself. We've got a few choices. One, we can stay here and wait. I don't know if that's really quite a good idea or not, since we have no guarantee that Ron and Don will come down here after us. Even if they did finally make it down here, they might not realize that the current carried us downstream. What we should try to do is make it back to where we parked the jeep, but we don't have a map or the compass, so we'd be certain to get lost."
"Well, what can we do?" Sally asked, as she felt the helplessness of her and Tricia's situation.
"We've got one chance," Tricia replied, sensing the worry in her friend's voice and trying to reassure the beautifully tan girl that everything would be all right. "If we make it to Pearson's Peak I think we'll be o.k. It's a popular backpacking spot. We're bound to run into someone."
"Yeah," Sally said, "isn't there a small, hidden ranger station around there someplace:"
"Yes," Tricia replied, "I think so, but I don't know exactly where. But at least we can see Pearson Peek from here, at least it's some place we can go to."
"You're right," Sally replied. "We've got to act fast and try to get there before it gets dark."
Wearily the two girls began hiking in the direction of the large and awesome Pearson Peak.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve Mitchell and Mick Henson were two backpackers who had spent years exploring every nook and cranny of the rugged Carlson Mountains. Today was really no different from any other day as they made their way towards Pearson Peak. Sally and Tricia had been walking about two hours and had just reached the base of Pearson Peak.
Steve and Mick had been lazily reclining near the Peak's base in preparation for the rigorous climb awaiting them.
Steve was in his mid-twenties and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He had taken off his shirt to reveal his expansive and muscular chest and washer-board like stomach. It was obvious that he had spent many long, long hours working out to get his body in shape.
Mick was older, perhaps in his mid-forties. A powerful frame had been replaced by a beer-belly, but Mick still sent forth an aura of powerful masculinity.
"Hey, Mick!" Steve said as his incredulous eyes focused upon the alluring feminine forms of Tricia and Sally as they walked down the small footpath leading to the base of Pearson Peak. "Lookee what's comin'! "
"Whewie!" Mick said. "Ain't they a couple of nice looking broads! What the hell are they doing out here all by themselves?"
"Well," Steve said, as he gave his friend a knowing look.
Suddenly Tricia spied the two men and she ran towards them in hopes that they would help her and Sally out of their dire situation.
"Oh, thank God," Tricia said as she stood before Mick and Steve.
"We've had a horrible time," Sally said. "We were with our husbands. We took a little walk to the edge of a canyon. The ground must have been weak or something. It gave way and we fell to the bottom of the canyon. If it wasn't for the soft brush and the water below, we would have been killed!"
"Both you ladies look fine to me," Mick said.
Tricia felt an ominous sense of dread. It was strange to her that both men did not express more interest in the physical well-being of the girls.
"We're lost." Sally said. "We were going to hike to the bottom of Pearson Peak in hopes that we would meet a ranger or someone who could help us."
"Oh, we can help you," Steve said, as he stared intently at the outline of Tricia's pubis made all the more blatant by her wet, tight-fitting short jeans. He felt his dick stiffen as he thought about how tight her teenage pussy must be and then and there he knew that he had to have a piece of Tricia's ripe teenage ass!
"We know these hills in and out!" he continued. "As a matter-of-fact we could have you and your pretty little friend out of here and safe inside of a half-hour."
Steve took a meaningful pause. "That is, if we wanted to" he said.
Tricia exchanged a quick meaningful glance with Sally, and both girls suddenly realized just exactly what these men were after ...it was quite obvious! These men wanted to fuck them!
Tricia suddenly realized the hopelessness of the situation! Here they were, miles from nowhere! Just what could her and Sally do? Surely they couldn't try to run away. Where would they go? Even if they had some place to go, it was very unlikely that they could outrun or physically overpower these men! Yes, it was true ...these two voluptuous teenage wives were utterly at the mercy of these men!
"It sure would be too bad," Mick said as he stared at the large, orbs of Sally's breasts, with just a vague outline of her tight, proud nipples showing through the hidden, private garment of her brassiere, "if you little ladies got lost and never found your way out of here"
'There's a law against not helping people who are stranded, isn't there?" Tricia said.
"What law?" Steve replied, as he moved closer to Tricia and gazed into the alluring femininity of Tricia's blue eyes, "there isn't any law if there isn't anyone around to enforce it."
Tricia knew that Steve was absolutely right but she had to try and bluff her way out of this one.
"I'm sure this place is crawling with rangers," she said.
"Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't," Steve said, "and right now, I happen to know it isn't?'
Suddenly, Mick lunged powerfully forward and grabbed Sally tightly by the graceful slope of her shoulders and violently pressed the huge, firm melons of her adolescent breasts against the hard, huge expanse of his chest and covered the deep red flesh of her tender mouth with his huge, fleshy lips!
Tricia desperately wanted to do something as she watched her friend helplessly trapped in the overwhelming grip of the powerful and burly Mick. But the more Sally struggled the tighter Mick increased his grip and finally the helpless female dangled from his body as though she were a limp doll.
Sally shuddered as she felt Mick's snakelike tongue burrow hotly down her throat and she almost fainted as he pressed his groin into the girlish curve of her crotch and she felt the hidden immensity of his stiff dicked erection bulging beneath his jeans.
Suddenly, Mick allowed Sally to break from him.
"Oh, yeah," he said with a salacious smile on his face, "I'm gonna like fuckin you a whole lot!"
"Well, ladies," Steve said, "I think my friend Mick has pretty well laid it on the line; either you put out or we have to leave you here!"
Tricia knew the absolute life and death seriousness of the situation and she knew that it would be futile to try and resist. If her and Tricia could just do enough to satisfy these men and get on with it. She had made up her mind about one thing; she was doing this only to save her and Sally, and for no other reason.
"All right," Tricia said. "We'll give you what you want, just help us get out of here when we're done!"
Sally looked at Tricia with a desperately imploring gaze in her pretty eyes, a look which communicated utter amazement at what her friend suggested. Tricia immediately picked up the concern in her friend's face as she said:
"But could I have just a minute to talk to my friend?"
"Sure, sure, you and your friend go right over there and talk all you want. Mick and I'll be right over there when you're finished."
Tricia quickly led Sally to about fifteen feet away.
"God!" Sally said, "how come you said we'd do it? How come?"
Sally was almost hysterical and Tricia realized that she had to calm her down.
"Listen Sally," Tricia said. "We don't have a choice, I hate to do this just as much as you do, but don't you realize that we could be left here to die if we don't cooperate with them?"
"I know," Sally said, "but they want to fuck us like we're a couple of whores!"
Tricia grabbed hold of Sally. "Please
Sally, pull yourself together! We'll get out of this thing if you just trust me!"
Sally could see that her friend was sincere and that she could trust her.
"O.K., " Sally said, as she dried the tears from her eyes, "I'll try."
Slowly, the two girls walked towards the men and stood before them like two prisoners of war.
"Now we're really going to have some fun!" Steve said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mick had reached into his knapsack and removed a fifth of cheap whiskey from it and took a long, guzzling swig and passed the bottle to Steve who did likewise.
"You girls care for a shot?" Steve asked as he pushed the bottle towards them.
Instinctively, Sally grabbed for the bottle and took a long hard swig. Somehow the liquor gave her a false sense of courage, and she felt somewhat relaxed as the booze raced through her brain.
Steve reached into his backpack and removed a small transistor radio.
"Might as well have a little music to move things along," he said as he turned to a station which was pumping out a slow and undulating rhythm.
"Hey, baby," he said, referring to Sally, "show us a little dance! Like in the hootchie-kootchie shows!"
Sally looked reluctantly at Tricia. Tricia tried to comfort Sally with a reassuring nod as the voluptuous wife stepped in front of the two men.
She quickly reached down for the cheap bottle of whiskey arid took another shot.
"Now, dance, baby," Steve said, "and remember...we want to see some skin!"
Tears of true humiliation welled up in Sally's brown pretty eyes as she realized the ultimate shame she was about to be forced into ...she was going to have to perform like a seasoned stripper before these total strangers!
She tried to use the booze to her advantage. She tried to use it to block the reality of the situation from her mind as he tensed the taut, young muscles in her belly and allowed a tremor of undulating, slow, inviting movement to ripple along the rounded swells of her flawless hips through the delectable femininity of her long, tapering legs.
Mick's mouth watered at the sheer flawlessness of Sally's body, from her high proud tits, to her wasp-like waist, to the seductive allurement of her perfectly rounded, female buttocks.
Boy! Would I love a piece of that teenage meat! Mick said to himself. I bet she fucks like a bunny.
Sally slowly bent down and removed her tennis shoes, the soft garment of her blouse slipping up just high enough to reveal the fresh, tight flesh of her belly. Her gorgeous skin seemed to exude sexuality and Mick could just see those supple young muscles in her teenage belly straining in orgasmic violence as he shoved his ravaging, meaty cock into the clinging, tight wetness of her virginal pussy!
"Dance! Dance!" Steve bellowed.
Sally suddenly snapped back into position and placed her hands above her head and intertwined her pretty fingers as the music swelled to a height of violence and the huge, fleshy melons of her breasts jiggled in lewd rhythm to the rising crescendo of the music.
"Whewie!" Mick shouted. "Look at those things! She sure had got a nice set of jugs!"
Sally felt true shame at having a most private part of her body referred to in such a humiliating manner but what was she to do? She was helpless.
Her blouse had become completely untucked from her jeans and the tiny hummock of her flawless navel had become wantonly exposed for both of the men to look at.
"More! Dammit!" Mick bellowed at the top of his lungs, "show some more of that pretty girlie-skin!"
Slowly, a button at a time, Sally began loosening the buttons on her blouse until the garment was parted perfectly down the middle and the snowflake protection of her unguarded brassiere was exposed.
Mick had never seen a pair of tits so perfect and he marveled at how the tight pointed orbs of her feminine nipples showed in sharp relief through her brassiere.
Sally was moving much easier to the music, and Tricia thought she detected a slight hint in Sally's movements of enjoyment! Yes, wasn't there a slight smile on the pretty brunette's face as she wantonly reached down and took another long, burning swig of booze from the bottle.
The liquor had completely relaxed Sally who was now moving in unabashed rhythm to the increasing crescendo of the music and both of the men were amazed at the obvious seductive enticements and undulations of the voluptuous brunette wife. Suddenly she grabbed hold of her blouse and tore the protective garment from her naked shoulders, swinging it frenetically around her pretty head as though she were a seductive gypsy. The two men stood in awe at the tan, perfect flawless flesh of Sally, as it stood out in stark relief against the delectable snowy whiteness of her brassiere. She took her long, painted fingernail, and in an act of wanton enticement, dug it sharply into her tight little navel and drew it up the length of her belly, making a white line where her blood was being displaced by the frenzied pressure of her nail as it trailed up the length of her near-naked torso. When her finger reached the tip of her bare shoulders, Sally took her finger as she worked it into the warm, moist cavity of her mouth as though it were the long, thick, stiff pole of someone's meaty cock!
Mick could almost feel the ball-wrenching suction of Sally's mouth as it pulled his prick into its womblike cavity and bathed it in the cuntal-like juices of her saliva! Sally suddenly took her free hand and, in one quick, deft move, lifted the tit-filled cup of her brassiere, exposing the red-capped, naked peak of her womanish left breast!
"God, what tits this girl has!" Mick grunted.
Tricia caught a glimpse of Sally's face, and she almost gasped as she saw the unmistakable look of pride on Sally's face as she wantonly and proudly displayed her naked breast-flesh to the two men! Tricia told herself that it had to be the booze that Sally was merely reacting to the alcohol flowing through her bloodstream, but it now appeared to be something else; it appeared that Sally was actually enjoying displaying her body to these men in such a wanton manner!
In two seconds, Sally had stripped her brassiere completely over the jiggling melons of both her naked tits and then reached behind the curvaceous nakedness of her back and had unleashed the garment completely, tossing it casually to the ground. As her tantalizingly naked body writhed, swayed, gyrated, and twisted to the increasing frenetic beat of the sound emanating from the transistor radio, Sally's nude breasts jiggled in lewd rhythm to the primal beat of the music. In a long, slow sensuous movement, Sally reached down with both of her hands and rapidly worked the hip-hugging cloth of her jeans over the flaring femininity of her thighs so that in one, brief, tempting movement, the gorgeous teenage wife, was stripped completely naked except, for her silky panties which clung to her deliciously naked hips as though they were painted on!
Mick couldn't stand it any longer; the mound of Sally's pubis bulged from beneath her tight-fitting panties and he saw the little hollows on the inside of her thighs where her legs ended and the exquisite femaleness of her body's most secret organ began! He suddenly lunged forward and held her by the shoulders as he rudely bared her exposed, naked tit and firmly planted his hot, fleshy lips over the quivering, red, nerve-naked tip of Sally's unprotected nipple!
The hapless young wife let out a tremendous gasp of hot air from deep within her supple young body as Mick's tongue hotly laved and mauled her ripe young tit. He suddenly pulled back and quickly slipped his shirt over his thick, ruddy neck to reveal the huge and hairy expanse of his chest, and then just quickly returned to his wanton tonguing of Sally's tit, this time circling the tan nakedness of her back with his huge burly hands and crudely pressed the delicious curves and hollows of her soft girlishness against the rough and tumble masculinity of his huge and burly frame.
There was a momentary, wicked thrill of raw sensuality which raced through Sally's mind as Mick's teeth painfully scraped the tender surface of her lingually embedded nipple and caused a momentary ripple of girlish excitement to crackle across the exposed peaks of her breasts like supercharged lightning.
Suddenly, a wicked, but compelling thought flashed through Sally's mind: Wasn't there something wickedly arousing about being worked over by a total stranger, a man she had never seen before. Somehow it seemed to reduce her to the common denominator of all humanity; the common denominator of pure, undaunted sex!
Sally caught a brief glimpse of Tricia and yes, it was undeniably true...there was a definite look of pleasure, enjoyment, and willingness on the pretty wife's face! Sally glanced guiltily away from Tricia as the look of growing lust on her face betrayed the real emotions she was feeling. Tricia grabbed Mick by the ears and savagely crushed his face against her tit, lewdly flattening the huge melon of her abused breast against her torso.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned as she tossed her head back and tossed it to and fro, her long luxuriant hair dangling wildly in the wind as though she were atop a wild stallion. Mick slid his huge, paw-like hands down the smooth, ebony-like curve of her naked back and slipped his crude thumbs under the elastic crotch band of her panties and buried his trunk into the warm, moist fleshy cleft of Sally's round and ripe asscheeks. He gripped her tightly, almost painfully as he removed his lips from her tit and began slowly wagging his tongue down the slender, curvaceous path of her nakedly splayed waist, down to the delightful, sunset-smelling crater of her navel. Mick pressed her firm ass closer to him, causing his tongue to wag wildly in and out. He felt the tight young muscles in her belly clench in a definite knot of arousal and he instinctively knew that beneath the placid surface of this delectable young wife must dwell a cock-crazed slut, for she was already responding to his arousing caresses, and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet!
Her skin was so firm, so ripe, so warm, so young.
Tricia caught a lewd, forbidden glimpse of Sally's white panties, carelessly splayed halfway over her ass, as Mick's huge fingers dug into the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks.
Mick's teeth suddenly caught the elastic waistband of Sally's panties and he began pulling the garment down over the finely hewn swells of her gorgeous thighs and delicious lines of her long, tan, tapering legs, obscenely exposing the fleecy, dark curls of her naked pubic hairs.
Mick let her panties drop limply around her pretty feet, and did not hesitate to crudely grab the tender insides of her trembling, naked thighs, pulling them viciously apart so he could plant his hot, cunt-hungry lips on the unprotected, palpitating flesh of her body's most sacred and private orifice ...the forbidden meat of her married pussy!
"Ahhh...Ummmmmm!" Sally moaned as Mick buried his unshaved face between the quivering flesh of her female thighs and his wild tongue darted straight for the nerve-naked bud of her pearly clitoris.
Tricia could not believe the look of pure and growing lust on Sally's face! And Sally was the one who had objected the most to this lewd, but necessary proposal! A thought of fear raced through Tricia's mind: would this happen to her when it came her turn? Was it a simple biological law that the sensory nerves of a female could control the feminine body if incessantly and thoroughly stimulated by man?
No! No! It could not be true! She would certainly not let this happen to her! She would keep her mind completely detached from the situation! Tricia was sure that Sally was acting in this obscene demeanor because Sally was a crazy cock-mad slut underneath! But Tricia knew that she was not and she would never bend to the desires of any man except her husband!
Mick took a big, deep breath in through his nostrils and let the musky, feminine scent from Sally's naked cunt flow arousingly up his nose. He opened his eyes and soon the pink, hot flesh of Sally's teenage pussy was less than a half-inch from his gaze. He thrust his tongue violently forward so the trembling node of Sally's clitoris flattened out against her pubic mound and her full, round ass clenched in true arousal.
"Oh, God that tongue of yours on my clit sure feels good!" Sally mewled.
Tricia's ears burned with amazed shame as she heard these wanton words escape from the lips of her pretty friend as though Sally were a dime-store whore!
What's happening to her? Tricia asked herself. IVs unbelievable!
Sally had now straddled her legs even wider than Mick had originally spread them, and had partially shifted her weight to his powerful neck and shoulders, while her hands were tightly gripping the sides of his muscular arms, so that her lewd and wanton stance truly gave the appearance that she was actually "sitting" on Mick's face!
Suddenly, Mick's hot tongue snaked from the pulsating node of her shivering clitoris to the unguarded shaft of her unprotected pussy!
Sally twisted her ample thighs in a circular undulation of wanton desire as she felt the long, burrowing shaft of Mick's snakelike tongue part the flesh petals of her pussy lips and unabashedly enter her!
"Ummmm! Ah! Now you're in my cunt! That's it lover! That's it!"
Sally's eyes rolled back in her head as the potent force of her naked thighs modulated into a slow, sensual humping rhythm as she wantonly began to ride this total stranger's face in a lewd spectacle of bestial lust!
"Urn...Urn...Urn...Urn..."Sally purred as she forcefully thrust her hips forward with every hot gasp of staccato breath which shot forcefully from her lungs!
She quickly flung her nakedly trembling legs around Mick's shoulders and locked them tightly behind his neck and grabbed the top of his head with her hands so that now all of her weight was completely supported by Mick!
Tricia saw the beads of sweat pour from the glistening nude body of Sally and blend with the globular beads of moisture which had appeared on the bulging bulbous flesh of Mick.
Then, as if it were some ancient, pagan ritual Mick used all of his manly force to rise to his feet, while the adulterous, nude wife still pushed her cunt tightly against his ruddy face!
What a sight it was to see the delectable specimen of femininity held high in the air as though she were being sacrificed to some profane god of sex, with the face of this total stranger bestially buried between her hot, moist, rapidly humping thighs!
Sally did not care who saw her or what she did now as she violently began to fuck Mick's tongue with the untrammeled power of a bronco buster!
Her buttocks were expanding and contracting so rapidly that all Tricia could see was a heated blur as her friend worked harder and harder towards a wild and savage orgasm!
Sally suddenly tightened all of the trembling muscles in her young body towards one object and one object only: to Cum! Yes, she had to feel the ultimate in orgasmic release! She didn't give a good goddamn if the whole world was watching her! All she wanted was that exquisitely burrowing tongue to part the shivering nether sheath of her pussy and send adulterous thrills of delight racing with mind-sizzling speed through her married loins!
"Please, oh please! Lover, lick me! LICK ME!" Sally begged. "Lick me good and hard! Real deep, real deep!"
Sally wrenched her buttocks violently and ground her sweating pelvis with violent ferocity against Mick's thigh-smothered face. There was an audible gasp of acknowledgement from Sally and a bull-like snort from Mick as Sally's own sweet cuntal juices began to flow and coat Mick's face with a glistening layer from Sally's most private body organs! A strange scent arose from the wanton sucking of Sally's pussy juices and the sweat pouring from her rapidly humping body. Sally let the strong, pungent odor trail up her nostrils, and somehow this bizarre and almost perverted scent filled her with a strange and insatiable longing as she uttered a string of guttural obscenities.
Suddenly, Sally's entire body buckled and twisted as though she had been riddled with 220 voltage as her eyes rolled back in her head and she gnashed her teeth like a wild animal. A long, hot gasp of breath shot from her lungs and she screamed at the top of her voice:
"Oh, Jesus: I'M CUMMING! I'M CUM-MING! You're wonderful. That beautiful tongue has made me cum!"
Mick gripped the sides of Sally's rapidly moving tights with bestial force, for her rampant humping thrusts were so wantonly intense that she threatened to push herself right off his shoulders. He could feel the rampant cuntal heat from the flowering lips of her teenage pussy race across his face like a cyclone as she shouted out the exquisite agonies of her orgasm.
When Sally had milked every nerve-wrenching ounce of sensation from the quivering heat of her naked thighs, she flopped limply over Mick's strong, broad shoulders as though she were a puppet with her strings cut.
Mick released her from his back and placed her on a soft clump of brush. He quickly unloosened his belt buckle and said with a salacious lewd grin on his face:
"My turn, now!"
"MINE TOO!" Steve said as he slowly moved toward the trembling form of Tricia.
CHAPTER NINE
Tricia did definitely not like the look of pure, undaunted lust she saw raging over Steve's dark, swarthy face. It was clear that he was going to fuck her and there was nothing that she could do about it!
For there was one thing that Tricia did not know about Steve. Mick would fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere, but Steve was different; very different; he took extreme and almost sadistic pleasure in turning a girl into a screaming, jiggling mass of flesh!
He stood there, just eyeing her, like a collector eyeing an exquisite butterfly he had laid out on the board. Tricia glanced out of the side of her eye to catch a glimpse of Sally as she positioned her naked thighs over the stiff-dicked immensity of Mick's monstrous erection and lowered her nakedly-offered cunt over his pelvis as he lay on the ground.
Oh god, Tricia said to herself now she's going to fuck him.
"Let's see what you've got under there, baby," Steve salaciously said as he stepped towards Tricia and crudely thrust his hands under her blouse, forcing her blouse over her head and onto the ground so that Tricia's gorgeous shoulders and splendidly tapering waist were completely exposed except for the black silkiness of her brassiere. The stark, vivid contrast between Tricia's milk-white skin and her ebony-black brassiere somehow made Steve's throbbing cockhead bulge even more with pure undaunted lust for the wonderful pussy of this exquisite young specimen of femininity!
Steve couldn't stand it any longer; he grabbed the tight-fitting form of Tricia's hip-hugging jeans and tore them violently down over the voluptuous swells of her fine, delectable hips. Her panties were a silky black to match her brassiere, and again, that stark contrast between the alabaster whiteness of Tricia's skin and the smooth, ebony cloth of her underwear created a strange and forbidden lust in the mind of Steve and he couldn't wait to get his thick, meaty, uncircumcised erection into the tight, moist depths of her married pussy!
"Shit!" Steve bellowed as he grasped her panties from behind and slowly began working them over the deep, fleshy cleft of her naked ass, "What a nice little butt you got, baby!"
Tears of shame welled up in Tricia's pretty blue eyes. This was a degrading and humiliating experience, to have her body put on display and referred to as though it were a piece of beef at an auction!
Steve suddenly wrenched Tricia's panties down over the ivory-like form of her long tapering legs, and suddenly kneeled on the ground, pressing his face close against her naked ass as his hands salaciously parted the nude half-moons of her exquisite bottom.
Tricia felt the cool mountain air rush against the puckered ring of her shamefully exposed anus. Before she even had time to think what was happening, Steve had buried his tongue wickedly into the moist depths of her naked rectum!
Good, good! Tricia said to herself. My own husband doesn't even do that!
Steve's tongue was frenetic and wild, like a pain-maddened snake that had been shot and was now in a twisting and wriggling agony of death! As his tongue violently continued to invade her naked asshole, his hands hotly massaged her tight, firm, female bottom and the delicious small of her back.
Slowly, sensuously, Steve's agile fingers trailed around to the front of Tricia's naked pubis and wantonly began to fondle the fleecy swirls of her blonde and shining pubic hairs.
"Ummmmm! Nice!" Steve moaned as his wildly roving fingers assaulted the blood-filled, fleshy folds of Tricia's married vagina. "Bet it's tight in there!"
Never in all her wildest fantasies had Tricia ever dreamed that she would ever be completely helpless and in the hands of a total stranger!
Tricia gave a shivering shudder of dread; she feared the worst and the worst was happening; Steve had partially inserted the rod of his stiffened middle finger into the warm pink folds of her teenage cunt!
Steve smiled to himself as he felt Tricia's delectable vaginal flesh crowd tightly around his finger and he knew that when he finally speared the unprotected depths of her pussy with the steel-hard pole of his cock that the vise-like grip of this tight little broad would deliver ball-crushing pains of bestial delight to his adulterous cock!
Tricia winced as she felt Steve's hard digit burrow further into the musky darkness of her married womb and she spread her gorgeous legs widely apart to avoid the discomforting pain as Steve tunneled deeper into her.
Steve was an old master at manipulating the mysteries of a woman's body, and he knew that with pain had to come pleasure. He slowly took his thumb and forefinger and found the most sensitive and pleasure giving instrument in the body of this voluptuous married girl...
...the nerve packed node of her naked clitoris!
"Ahhhh, Uhhhh," Tricia moaned as her eyes popped open in disbelief at the obvious fact that Steve had swiftly and accurately located the most vulnerable part in her body! As his finger wormed deeper into the liquid heat of her married belly, Steve slowly and rhythmically began to insinuatingly and salaciously fondle the throbbing bud of her pearly clitoris.
God! I wish he wouldn't do that! Tricia said to herself. J wish he would do that! Why doesn't he just stick it in and forget about it!?
Why was Tricia so worried? She had told herself, had resigned herself to the fact that she was doing this solely to protect her and Sally's life. What did she care if Steve massaged her clitoris? Wasn't it the same as anything else he could do? Wasn't this just a cold, hard, "sexual encounter" over which she had no control? Why the worry? Why the concern? Or . . .
...was Tricia secretly worried about something? Was she afraid of herself? No, she told herself, No! That was silly! She wouldn't feel anything! She was not like Sally! No man would ever get her to carry on like a wanton animal or betray the infallible logic of her morality!
Steve suddenly rammed his cunt-buried finger in its entirety into Tricia's pussy, and at the same time, increased the pace, rate, and pressure of his clitoral massage as he continued to hotly lave her thighs, buttocks, and asshole with his quick, deft tongue.
As Steve slid his finger slowly and agonizingly backwards from Tricia's cunt, he felt the tight, wet folds of her blood-warm vaginal flesh crowd around his finger like the clasping petals of some exotic night flower. Without so much as a warning, he rammed his finger into her again, then out again, then in again, then out again, in again, out again, in, out, in, out. IN! OUT! IN! OUT! IN! OUT! IN! OUT! IN! OUT!
An incredible rhythm of sensuality was developing from the triple and intensive stimulation emanating from Steve's cunt-buried finger, and clitoral-stimulating hands.
Tricia tried to close her supple thighs, but Steve tightly grabbed the snow-white, tender insides of her naked legs and spread them even more wider apart.
"No, sir, honey!" Steve said. "You ain't closin' up on me! No siree!"
Why had Tricia tried to close her legs in the first place? Since she knew that at least in action, she was going to have to give him a token piece of ass, why was she closing her legs? She knew that if she didn't cooperate that she and Sally would be left alone here in the wilderness to die! Certainly, she didn't close her legs to prevent Steve's "getting on with it." Was there another reason? Had Tricia in fact felt a definite surge of arousal pulse through her married belly, a surge of arousal that she was not sure she could cope with?
Whatever the case was, her legs were now wide open again and Steve was laboring beneath her with greater fervency and power than ever now. "Ohhhhhhh!" Tricia moaned as she felt her knees weaken. For some reason she felt an overwhelming compulsion to sink to the ground, and slowly, the tall willowy form of the exquisite blonde wife melted to her knees, still leaving Steve complete and unguarded access to her naked bottom and pussy.
"What's the matter, eh, baby?" Steve said. "Gettin to you, eh?"
"No! No!" Tricia pleaded. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, No!" Steve asked. "We'll see, we'll see!" Tricia was now down on all fours, her arms extended in front of her for support and her bottom and pussy nakedly exposed as though she were a bitch dog in heat! Steve was driving more deeply than ever now into the liquid depths of her naked pussy and his fingers were working over her unguarded clitoris with a ravishing intensity.
Steve felt Tricia's beautifully hewn ass-cheeks tremble with a definite shudder of arousal and he knew that despite the words of denial and protestation which issued from Tricia's pretty lips, that her body was responding to the frantic and arousing assault on her naked teenage cunt!
Steve suddenly withdrew his stiffened middle finger and Tricia knew that this pause must be an indication of some new act of wanton humiliation that he had planned for her!
Tricia heard the sound of clothing being removed and she heard Steve unbutton his belt buckle. With a sense of half curiosity, half fear, she gazed between the deep valley of her own lewdly dangling breasts' naked cleavage and saw Steve slip off his tight-fitting jockey shorts to reveal...
...the bng, stiff, blue-veined pole of his bulging erection!
It's so big! Tricia screamed mentally. It's so big! I don't see how that thing could fit up any woman, let alone me!
Tricia's assessment of Steve's long, thick, oversized dick was not far from the truth; as he pulled the ruddy foreskin back to reveal the glistening stalk of his monstrous shaft, it was quite obvious that handling such an ominous and huge prick would be an overwhelming task for any woman, especially a woman with a tight, virginal-like pussy such as Tricia!
Tricia saw the tiny slit in the end of Steve's dick vertically grinning at her as though it were expressing a lewd and perverted smile. She saw him take it between his hands as though it were a mighty cutlass and then she shuddered as Steve rose above her and laid his thick, blue-veined meat between the fleshy cleft of her exposed buttocks.
Any one stumbling upon the scene would have been struck with the primitiveness of the entire tableau; the dark, naked swarthy male hunched in an animalish posture over the trembling and helpless form of the starkly nude female, her long silken hair dangling carelessly to the ground. Yes, there was definitely something ancient and pagan about the scene. It was as though it were a replay of some dim and distant time in man's past when human beings took their pleasure with whomever they wanted.
Steve took the ripe, firm flesh of Tricia's ass and smothered his cock in it, feeling the lewd, adulterous thrill of lust race through the thick meat of his prick and he knew that undeniably had to have a piece of her tight little ass!
"Come on, baby, over, over on your butt so's I can give you a nice hard jab with my ole' pole here," Steve said as he forced Tricia over on her back.
As Tricia turned she caught a lewd, shocking, glimpse of Sally and Mick; the tall, burly backpacker was standing above the dark and tan form of Tricia while she knelt before his hairy loins in a posture of abject submission, the long, fiery meat of Mick's turgid penis buried deep in her throat and clasped tightly between her dark, red lips!
Tricia stared in disbelief at the obscene performance of her friend, but she now had problems of her own, for Steve had flattened her out completely on her back, had forced her legs open and was now preparing to enter her.
Tricia watched with trepidation as Steve's bloated dickhead drew closer and closer to the frightened mouth of her tight little pussy and suddenly . . .
...he slipped two inches of his blood-filled cock into her trembling pussy and she moaned in anguish . . .
"Oh, please, no, no! It's too big!"
"We'll see about that!" Steve replied, and with one deep-skewering, impaling, mind-sizzling pelvis thrust, sent his sperm-laden cock banging into the nerve-packed fissure of her married pussy!
"Owww 'Jesus' " Tricia moaned.
She had to do something about the pain!
It was incredibly intolerable! Wait! there was one chance; she had been trained in yoga. Wasn't there a mental exercise she had been taught somewhere that could block out pain? She tried to remember! Yes! Yes! That was it! She remembered the image that she had to conjure up in her mind; a cool mountain lake. She had to concentrate every nerve and fiber of her being on dissolving the raging genital heat which Steve's dick was ravaging her violated pussy with. She tried to blank out her mind, using all the yoga training she had!
A cool mountain lake.
A cool mountain lake.
A cool mountain lake.
Yes! Yes! She could see it in the eye of her mind . . .
...A lake . . .
...A cool mountain lake.
Slowly the initial pain raging through Tricia's dizzied mind subsided and there was nothing but a clam numbness and she gave a sigh of relief at the fact that at least she would not have to suffer through this shameful and humiliating ordeal.
Steve was positioned above the hapless wife in a powerful posture of absolute male dominance. His well-muscled hands shot out to either side of him and his hard, hair-covered buttocks clenched powerfully together as he prepared to withdraw his firmly implanted prick on the backstroke.
Tricia was feeling a new sensation now, and she tried to define it: it seemed like a feeling of intense, bursting fullness that seemed to emanate from her cock-stuffed vagina and radiate to every pore of her feminine being.
Before Tricia had time to examine her feelings any further, Steve had pulled back and then had thrust forward with a powerful pelvic lunge that shook Tricia's entire nude body with insinuating vibrations of orgasmic lust. Tricia gazed down along the path of her tight, slender, white belly and stared with the curiosity of a new born child as Steve rapidly withdrew on the back-thrust and the palpitating, nerve-packed flesh of her pussy clung quiveringly around the stiff, purplish pole of the athletic muscular youth's steel-stiff dick.
Steve was not giving Tricia time to analyze what was happening to her, for he had begun slamming in and out of her nakedly splayed pussy with a repetitive, driving, humping rhythm and her entire body was rocketing with the quivering shudders of this total stranger's wanton adulterous assault!
Steve lowered his lips onto the pink-capped peak of Tricia's unabashedly exposed left tit and fully took the tight-tipped, delicious node into the frantic heat of his tit-hungry mouth.
A new sensation riveted through Tricia's assaulted body as an electric tingle of unmistakable arousal surged from the tip of her lingually embedded breast through the shivering nerves of her naked belly and exploded in orgasmic foreshowment on the sizzling bud of her clitoris!
She opened her pretty blue eyes in disbelieving wonder as her body told her one thing and her mind told her another!
"Ummmmm!" Steve grunted as he slammed into her with renewed fury, "loosening up a bit, honey?"
"Ungh! Ummmmmm!" Tricia moaned gutturally as she experienced a definite surge of pleasure as she felt Steve's spongy cock-head bang against the rubbery depths of her married vagina.
Tricia glanced over and had a shocking glimpse of Sally: Sally had her pretty face flush against the hairy, matted clump of Mick's naked pubis and his huge, bloated balls were crushed lewdly against her face as the burly man gripped her tightly by the ears in a vivid and lucid picture of a woman being dominated by a man!
The real shock that Tricia received was from the fact that Sally's actions were incredibly insinuating and unabashedly cooperative! She was just not kneeling in front of Mick in a posture of passive helplessness; her hands were wildly fondling his naked thighs, balls, and buttocks, and a deep, purring guttural mewl emanated from the cock-stuffed cavity of her throat.
Mick was snorting and grunting above Sally like some sort of wild beast. Man, was she a good cocksucker! Umm Umm! She had this ball-agonizing way of creating a powerful vacuum as she hollowed the sides of her pretty cheeks and, at the same time, hotly encircled the spongy head of his dick with her wild and agile tongue.
"Yeah, yeah, nice, baby," Mick grunted. "Real nice! Keep it up! Cause Fm gonna fill your mouth with a bucketful of sperm!"
Tricia let out a long, low moan as Steve slammed his dick all the way into her. Instead of pulling out of her right away, he salaciously ground his dick even deeper into the hapless wife so that there was a distinct "scratching" sound as his thick and dark pubic hairs grated sharply against the fleecy golden curls of Tricia's own love-mound.
She looked up at Steve and caught his gaze; there was no doubt about it; there was a strange, hard stare on his face and Tricia knew that for Steve she was one thing and one thing only; a sex object, a cunt to fuck!
Oh, but what a cunt this little broad was! She had skin like a goddess and a body to put all the movie stars in the world to shame, and the tightest, most clinging and clasping little cunt he'd ever felt!
Suddenly Steve arched back like a cat, pulling the long, turgid pole of his uncircumcised stiffness so that it not only skewered the palpitating depths of her invaded, adulterous but slid arousingly across the nerve-packed bud of her naked clitoris as well!
Tricia trembled as Steve's prick relentlessly stimulated her pussy and clitoris, and then, in a blatant act of insinuating invitation, Tricia rolled her gorgeously naked hips in a stark undulation of aroused lust. As Steve pulled his cock out of her, her thighs automatically lunged forward to answer his rampant cock-thrust!
Tricia caught herself as she pulled down on the back-thrust. Why was she doing this? What had happened? Hadn't she told herself that she would remain in control through this entire situation? Why had her thighs suddenly risen to meet Steve's rampant pelvic thrusts?
Was there something wonderfully wicked and compelling about being taken by a total stranger? Was there another side to Tricia's personality that even she was not aware of? Was there, beneath that housewife exterior, a savage female animal who was in reality a cock-crazy slut?
Tricia became aware of a sense of raw pleasure as she watched Steve skewering deeply into her nakedly proffered pussy, the thick, long veins standing out in stark relief. She continued to watch the lewd spectacle with an almost perverted curiosity and then she suddenly noticed a difference in the texture of Steve's ruddy, uncircumcised dick . . .IT WAS WET AND GLISTENING MOIST FROM THE SWEET AND SAVORY JUICES OF HER OWN EXQUISITE PUSSY!
Tricia's eyes popped wide open in amazement. My God! she said to herself. It can't be! My love juices are flowing! That can only mean one thing....
I LIKE IT!
Tricia tried to tell herself that it was an accident, that this couldn't be happening, that she could not be enjoying this adulterous performance, but...
SHE WAS!
Tricia tried not to think of the situation, tried not to think and analyze the myriad of conflicting feelings racing through her dizzied brain. The truth of the matter was that she really couldn't think about anything except Steve's wonderfully deep tunneling cock slithering relentlessly into her married pussy and she knew that at this moment there was only one thing she wanted to do.
TRICIA HAD TO CUM!
Yes! Yes! That was all she could concentrate on now! Somehow a raging genital heat began to boil in her married loins and she trembled with a lewd joy as she felt Steve's stiff, meaty pole bang wickedly into her womb and felt an obscene need to ride this stranger's cock until it burst inside her like a violent geyser!
Yes, at this moment, it was all Tricia could think about as she geared every supple, taut muscle in her flawless young body to milk Steve's skewering stiffness until it rode her to a wild and violent orgasm!
Steve felt the insinuating gyrations pulsing through Tricia's naked thighs and responded with a series of pelvic thrusts so rampant that the air hissed rapidly out of Tricia's overworked lungs and her eyes rolled back in her head like she was a wild animal. Her firm, full buttocks were flattened lewdly against the ground and her voluminous cuntal juices had dribbled from the cock-full shaft of her married pussy and oozed obscenely down the curve of her crotch.
She wrapped both of her hands around the broad expanse of Steve's muscle-lined back and pulled the male hardness of his chest flush against the soft, girlishness of her married tits as Steve bore down on her with all of his athletic weight.
There was no doubt about it! She loved the feel of his muscles rippling against her delectable flesh and the smell of his masculine scent as the sweat poured from his hotly humping body and burned her soft flesh like molten lava!
But wasn't this wicked? Wasn't this forbidden? After all, she was married, and now she was having sex with a total stranger!
God! She'd have to answer those questions later. Now she had to have it! She had to! She had to feel the stiff hot prick slithering into her with the inexorable, powerful fury of a steam engine!
Yes! Yes! Deeper! Deeper into the liquid heat of my belly with your wonderful, wicked fucking! Umm! That's it! Ride me! Ride me! Oh God! Yeah!
There are many other unspeakable thoughts racing through Tricia's mind as she violently rode Steve's prick until every nerve in her teenage body quaked from exhaustion!
Then the pretty blonde emitted a pitiful whimper of absolute submission and screamed at the top of her lungs as her legs shot straight into the air . . .
Tricia's naked thighs quaked so violently with her delicious orgasmic throes that she actually lifted Steve into the air! She scratched and clawed at his back like a woman gone wild and pressed his hard male buttocks with the heels of her naked feet as though she were trying to drive the spearing pole of his prick clear through her belly!
Steve felt her pussy-lips pulling at the meaty head and sides of his lust-bloated pole as though his cock were being sucked by a powerful plunger. He could stand it no longer. He gave a snort, then a grunt as he felt the adulterous electric tingle of his boiling sperm burst from the swollen, hair-matted sacs of his testicles and race along the monstrous shaft of his swollen prick! There was a brief, ominous pause, then a torrential sea of steaming jism spurted from the tiny slit in the head of his spongy dick and bubbled into the liquid depths of
Tricia's married womb!
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah!" Steve bellowed as he pumped into Tricia's flaming cunt with the animal ferocity of a wild bull!
"Oh, I can feel your hot, thick cum!" Tricia yelled. "It's all in my belly!
Tricia turned her head just in time to see the look on Sally's face when the bulbous, lust-bloated cockhead of Mick exploded in her mouth and sent a river of viscous, balm-like semen gurgling down her throat and into her married belly! Mick's legs buckled as he frantically face-fucked the wanton wife!
"That's it honey! Suck it! Suck it real good!"
Sally worked her fingers frantically over the sizzling sacs of Mick's heated balls as the burly backpacker emptied very hot, thick drops of his sperm into her. The amount of cum bursting from Mick's cock was so unbelievable that the excess dribbled luridly down the pretty brunette's chin.
When Mick had finally glutted her belly to bursting fullness, his dick went limp and flopped from her mouth with a lurid plop. Then the voluptuous wife performed an act which amazed even Mick. She salaciously licked the faint, white trail of his sperm from her mouth as though she were hungry for more.
When Steve had finally finished with Tricia, she lay panting exhaustedly on the ground as though she had just been the victim of an exorcism.
CHAPTER TEN
Don and Ron had been searching every nook and cranny of the canyon where the river lay. They had been frantically looking under every clump of brush and behind every rock for a trace of the girls, all to no avail.
Don surveyed the hilly canyon and looked at his friend with a look of resignation.
"I don't know," he said, his voice cracking, "I just don't know."
Ron looked at his friend and he could see that Don was just on the edge of breaking and he knew that it was absolutely imperative that both of them keep their heads.
"Hey," Ron said. "Take it easy man. There's a chance, there's always a chance. We haven't exhausted all the possibilities yet."
"Yeah," Don replied. "But what else could have happened?"
"There's one thing we haven't even considered yet," Ron said. "They are not here. We know that. If they landed on the ground down here, they would have tried to call out to us or at least waited. What if they fell into the river and were carried downstream?"
Don's eyes suddenly became filled with a glimmer of hope.
"Jesus!" he said. "I never even thought of that! That's got to be what happened!"
Don's face became morose and a dark frown clouded his features.
"But...but" he said, "what if . . . " Ron put a strong arm on his friend's shoulder and looked him square in the eyes.
"Hey, hey," he said. "We've got to try! Now. You know what I think could have happened? I think that if they fell into the river that they would have been all right. It's deep, the current isn't that strong, but it's strong enough to carry them downstream. Let's say it carried them downstream a little ways even a quarter of a mile. Now, hell. All this brush and countryside looks the same. They'd be lost! Why, the only thing you can see from here is...
"PEARSON PEAK!" Don said. "Yes! Yes!" Ron shouted exuberantly. "That has to be what happened. They would stumble around trying to find us. They'd walk to the destination that we agreed upon before ...Pearson Peak!
"Right!" Don said. "There's a ranger station there, isn't there?"
"Yes!"
"O.K.! The best thing for us to do is to hike there! That way we'll be accomplishing two things at once; we'll find the girls if they've hiked there and we can find the ranger station at the same time!"
"Let's get started!"
With great haste and a sense of dire urgency, the two men gathered up their gear and set off in the direction of Pearson Peak.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sally and Tricia had dressed and were now standing next to each other. They scarcely looked each other in the eyes, for both of the girls knew that they had behaved in such an unbelievable and shocking way in front of each other, that words could not begin to explain the bizarre rashness of their actions.
Tricia tried to analyze the situation. She was absolutely shocked at her own behavior. She told herself that it had happened because she was afraid, that the fear of being lost to die in the wilderness had caused her to act in an irrational manner. Yes, that had to be it! She had read somewhere that people do strange things under pressure, that they are not themselves. That had to be what happened to her. Well, it was over now, and she vowed that nothing like that would ever happen again!
What was important now was to make sure that Steve and Mick delivered their part of the bargain. The thing to do now was to play it real cool with these two guys and not cause any trouble.
Mick and Steve had dressed and were gathering up their gear. Tricia walked slowly over to Steve.
"Well?" she said, trying to smile.
"O.K." Steve replied, "fair enough, let's get started."
Tricia felt a wave of relief as she realized that Steve was going to keep his word.
As the foursome prepared to embark, they all became aware of a noisy and raucous laughter emanating from the thick brush about twenty feet in front of them. There was a barrage of deep, throaty voices.
"Yee Gods! Son of a bitch! "Mother-fucker!"
Tricia winced as she heard the foul and crude words and she wondered what kind of men would use such degenerate and abusive language.
Steve became uneasy and turned just in time to see the lumbering, gargantuan form of Horse Judson as he lumbered into view with a half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand. Just as quickly, Paul loomed into view, smoking a pipeful of marijuana.
Tricia felt an ominous sense of dread, as the eight other members of Horse's gang loomed into view; never in her life had she seen a more dangerous and scary group of men.
Horse suddenly lit upon the fair and voluptuous form of Tricia and he wildly slapped Paul on the shoulder.
"Goddamn!" he said. "What do you know, here are the little ladies we were going to find! Surprise eh?"
"Yeah, real nice!" Paul said as he salaciously eyed Sally's fine and feminine body.
Steve walked directly over to Horse and tried to be firm. He could sense trouble in the air and knew that he had to get Mick, himself, and the girls out of here as soon as possible.
"We were just leaving," Steve said. "Got to get these girls to the Pearson Peak Ranger Station. They're lost."
"Oh no they're not," Paul said. "We've found them."
Steve did not like the tone in Paul's voice.
"Well," Steve said, "we've got to go." As Steve started to walk past Paul, Paul grabbed him firmly by the shoulder.
"Just a minute, buddy!" Paul said, increasing his grip. "You ain't going nowhere."
"Get your hands off me," Steve said as he knocked Paul's hand from his shoulder and walked on ahead.
Before Steve knew what was happening, Paul had delivered a series of vicious, savage blows to his stomach which sent him sprawling painfully to the ground. Mick tried to run, but Horse stopped him with a sharp and swift kick to the groin.
Tricia and Sally bolted like a couple of scared colts down to the dusty dirt trail. Immediately, three of Horse's henchmen si began tearing after them. Within seconds the strong and burly men had subdued the hapless wives and had dragged them back to the rest of the men.
"You little ladies are gonna come with us!" Steve said.
"That's kidnapping!" Tricia shouted.
"No, not really," Steve said. "We're just going to help you."
"We've got all the help we need," Tricia said. "Those two men are going to take us to safety."
"Those two men were going to help you!" Paul shouted. "Now we're going to help you."
In a last, desperate attempt at freedom, Steve jumped from the ground and made a wild and desperate charge at Horse.
Horse took his fully doubled up fist and hit Steve square in the face as a red spurt of dark, red blood trickled down Steve's face as he buckled over and collapsed in a heap of flesh on the ground.
"Now I'm in control here, goddammit!" Horse said. "You and your pal just edge on out of here and let the girls go to us!"
Horse reached into his belt and pulled a small but deadly caliber revolver and pointed it in the direction of Steve.
"NOW MOVE!" Horse yelled.
Steve didn't like it, but he absolutely had no choice. Slowly, he stumbled to his feet and shook the dust from his jeans and motioned for Mick to join him. Slowly Mick and Steve backed out of the group of men to leave the two hapless teenage wives in the clutches of this dangerous group of outlaws.
"All right, men," Horse said. "We've got ourselves a couple of nice prizes here. The problem is, we've got to find a place where we can enjoy them!"
Tricia shuddered as she heard these ominous words. The thing between Steve and Mick had been out of necessity, and really hadn't been all that bad. But these men! They looked like they were ready for all sorts of bizarre action and they certainly would stop at nothing to get what they wanted from these two overly attractive female specimens.
Tricia suddenly rushed towards Horse. "You can't do this. You just can't do this!"
Horse grabbed Tricia and violently pulled her fair, white form against the muscular blackness of his huge, solid body.
"I'll show you what I can do!" he said as he planted his lips hotly against Tricia's soft mouth and thrust his thick, fleshy, warm tongue crudely down her throat.
Tricia banged the back of Horse's shoulders with her clenched fists, but it was like a mosquito trying to ward off an elephant; the huge black man held the white wife helpless in his grip.
There was something animalish and pagan about the huge black man holding the white woman in his muscle-packed arms as he kissed her wildly on the face and pressed her soft, warm tits into his rock-hard chest.
Horse suddenly allowed Tricia to break from him and he stared her hard in the eyes. She could see that he was no one to mess around with! God! He'd probably kill her and Sally both if they didn't do what he wanted.
"Hey, Horse!" Paul said. "Why don't we go up to Pearson Peak and find a cave. Once we get past the ranger station, no one will know we're there! We could keep 'em up there for days!"
There was a raucous round of catcalls and nods of approval from the men.
Each one of them secretly felt his dick stiffen at the thought of getting these two young things alone.
"All right, girls," Horse said. "Let's get started.
Two men grabbed Tricia and two men grabbed Sally as the group began the long and arduous hike towards Pearson Peak.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was late in the afternoon when the two girls and the men reached the base of Pearson Peak. The mountain was a strange red quality and an inhuman evening chill was already in the air. Strange sounds of nocturnal creatures were already making their strange evening chants. Tricia felt a sharp hostility from the men and from nature as she realized that she and Sally were utterly alone.
Tricia was totally exhausted and even though the air was a chilling cold the sweat was pouring from her face.
"Hey, Paul," Horse said, "that ranger station is just up the hill a bit. If we take a cut over that hill, we'll be able to dodge em!
"Good idea," Paul said, as he motioned for the men to bring the captive women toward the path leading over the hill.
Paul ran on ahead like some kind of Indian scout seeking out shelter as he searched for a cave where the men could hide and work their bestial lusts on the two helpless wives. He eyed the rocky terrain and spied a small dark hole embedded in the craggy mountainside of Pearson Peak. He ran over to it and removed the small but brilliant flashlight from his backpack and cautiously entered the small hole. Once inside, Paul flicked on the light, and was amazed at the splendor and scenic wonder of the cave. The outside entrance was no indication of the expansiveness to be found on the inside. The beam from Paul's flashlight vanished into the sheer vastness of the eerie darkness. He ran his light beam along the strange and twisted rock formations. They resembled misshapen and distorted gnomes and gargoyles from medieval architecture. There was a weird musky smell which permeated the entire atmosphere in the cave and Paul got the distinct feeling that he was in some kind of forbidden catacomb. But the cave was perfect for the use of the men! The entrance was small and it was far enough away from the ranger station to make it relatively safe from discovery. Paul scrambled out of the small hole and rushed back to Horse.
"Hey, Horse!" Paul said. "I've found it up ahead! Perfect! What a cave!"
"It's pretty dark inside, ain't it?" Horse said.
"Yeah," Paul replied. "I had to use my flashlight."
"O.K." Horse said.
"You four men holding the girls go on ahead with Paul. The rest stay behind and help me gather up some wood for a fire."
"We'll have to build the fire pretty close to the entrance," Paul said, "so's it'll keep burning."
"Yeah," Horse said "That's O.K. Everyone get moving!"
The men scrambled to their orders as though they were in the army. Each of them knew that Horse Judson meant business and to cross him would take more than a few minutes off of one's life!
Tricia saw the tiny hole in the cave and as the men forced her through the tiny entrance, she had the feeling that she was traveling back through time, leaving civilization as she knew it and entering a strange and foreign land over which she had no control. Once inside the cave, her and Sally huddled together. The only light was the light from Paul's flashlight and it cast strange shadows on the men's faces. Tricia looked at Sally; it was more than obvious that Sally was scared to death. The encounter with Mick and Steve had been mild compared with the threatening atmosphere that was rampant in the cave with these strange and desperate men.
"Well fellas," Paul said. "Once we get that fire goin, we'll really warm the place up with these two little ladies."
He walked slowly over to Sally and firmly pressed the heel of his hand against the mound of her pubis which was still hidden beneath the tight-fitting garment of her panties. She immediately tried to bolt away, but he was too quick for her. He reached behind her full, firm buttocks with each of his steel-strong hands and cruelly crushed the voluptuous swells of her ass as he pulled her towards him, forcing her pelvis firm and hard against his crotch.
Sally shuddered as she felt the steely hard rod of Paul's meaty cock pressing on her pussy even through his thick pants.
Sally shuddered as she tried to imagine just how big and thick Paul's prick actually was! Jesus! The circumference must be enormous; it felt like the upper end of a baseball bat!
"Yeah," Paul said between his teeth. "I can't wait till they get back with that firewood. Then I'm gonna get a piece of your ass!"
Paul released her and she turned away in shame.
God! If only their husbands were here! Then maybe they could do something. Anything would be better than being treated like a piece of meat!
Suddenly there was a loud and violent disturbance outside the cave.
"Get in there! You goddamn son of a bitch!" roared the husky voice of Horse.
Tricia's eyes popped open wide in disbelief as the head of Don emerged through the small hole of the cave. Paul immediately flicked his flashlight on Don's face; it was bleeding.
Tricia ran over to Don, but before she could touch him, Paul grabbed her violently by the shoulders' and flung her across the cave.
"He's my husband!" she screamed.
Horse and his men had entered the small hole of the cave. Ron was also with them.
"Sally!" Ron said as he rushed towards his wife.
Before he could reach her, Horse stopped him cold with a hard punch to the stomach.
"There'll be no family reunions here!" Horse snorted with a malicious grin on his face.
Sally tried to attend the hunched-over form of her husband, but two men lunged from the shadows and held her so that she couldn't move an inch.
"Let's go boys!" Horse bellowed. "Get that fire going!" Instantly, the small army of men began chopping wood and arranging it, and within minutes a red, roaring fire glowed in the cave and threw weird shadows along the glistening, moist wall.
Ron stumbled to his feet.
"You can't do this!"
"The hell we can't." Horse said. "We can do any damn thing we want!"
"Yeah," another man said, "who's gonna stop us!"
Ron was silent. As he looked at the cruel, hard faces of the men, he suddenly realized that both he and Don were absolutely defenseless to protect their wives against the wanton desires of these men.
"Tie those bastard's up!" Horse screamed. "Let 'em watch!"
Instantly a barrage of men seized upon Ron and Don and tied them up, cruelly wrapping their hands with nylon backpacking rope and gagging their mouths with bandanna handkerchiefs. The two husbands were dragged to a corner of the cave and trussed up like butchered hogs to watch while their wives were at the complete and utter mercy of this desperate group of outlaws.
Paul could not take his eyes off the dark, seductive form of Sally, and she was becoming very uncomfortable as his eyes raced over her feminine curvaceous figure.
"Hey, Horse!" Paul said. "You mind if we start with this one?"
"Good idea!" Horse replied. "Be my guest!"
"All right, boys," Paul said. "Let's get her clothes off and see what she's got under there!"
The entire company of men rushed at Sally as though they had been waiting for this moment all their lives. The men formed a circle around her. She could smell the sweat from their bodies and hear their deep, rhythmic breathing.
Closer and closer they pressed upon the hapless wife. She felt their eyes racing wildly over her body; it was as if she were wearing absolutely no clothes at all.
Suddenly, a huge, paw-like hand shot forth from the group and crudely mauled the high, proud mound of her tight, nipple-capped peak, the tiny, hard tip protruding in marked insinuation underneath the tight-fitting form of her turtle-necked sweater.
"Mmmmmm!" The man chortled. "Mighty nice and tight! Like to suck on that all night."
Sally caught the gaze of her gagged husband. There was a silent communication of shock and shame between them as the men continued to shout obscenities at the pretty wife.
"Like to stick my cock right down her pretty little throat."
"Betcha her cunt's as tight as a glove!"
"Hope she fucks like a bunny!"
"Come on! Godamnit! Let's strip her down!"
"Please, no! Oh, please to God no!" Sally screamed as the men lifted her into the air. The army of hands squeezed and pulled Sally's virginal, exquisite flesh. Someone rudely grabbed one of her round, tight ass-cheeks and dug his thumb into the area of her tight-fitting jeans just below the hairy mound of her pubis so that the thumb banged wantonly against her body's most sacred and guarded orifice . . .
...the rubbery, fleshy entrance to her teenage pussy!
Good God! Sally thought to herself. They're doing this while my clothes are on! What will they do when they take my clothes off!?
The answer to that question was fast coming; for a frantic hand was rapidly un-peeling the tight-fitting form of her sweater to reveal the delicious, tan nudity of the exquisite skin of her unbelievably slender waist and belly! Suddenly a rough hand had made contact with the naked flesh of Sally's belly and was salaciously fingering the tight supple skin of her stomach. Sally winced in shame and pain as the man's rough, crude finger poked into the shallow crater of her navel. She felt her sweater being pulled up over the tit-filled cups of her bra, and within seconds, the captive teenage wife was completely naked save for her brassiere and jeans. The men gasped in wonder as they surveyed her gracefully curving shoulders, the voluptuous slope of her naked back and the inviting, tapering "vee" of her waist.
"Get that fuckin' bra offa her and let's get a gander at those titties!" one man yelled.
Instantly, Sally heard the metallic click of her brassiere strap as the elastic band unfurled. The flesh of her naked tits was so firm and supple that her brassiere went sailing across the room.
There was a moment of silent awe as the men stood there, lusting and eyeing the melonish, proud orbs of her tan, red-tipped tits. Her cleavage was deep and set off her womanish breasts nicely. Before Sally ever had time to think, her tits were smothered in a wild, frenetic attack of crudely roving and mauling fingers.
"No please! No!" the near-naked wife protested. "Anything but this!"
Sally turned her head to see Ron struggling in complete futility in the corner as his wife continued to be obscenely abused by these strange men.
"Her titties are real nice!" someone yelled. "Wonder what her pussy looks like!"
"Well, hell let's find out!" Someone shouted.
As the hapless wife wiggled in the men's strong grip like a pig speared on a pike, the men peeled the tight-fitting form of her jeans off the flaring femininity of her deliciously naked thighs and long, tan tapering legs.
"Spread those thighs!" Paul commanded.
The men ritualistically pulled Sally's exquisitely hewn legs painfully wide apart, blatantly exposing the entirety of her married crotch, clad only by the snowy whiteness of her panties, to the lustful and greedy eyes of Paul.
Sally gazed down between the deep valley of her own tits naked cleavage and saw Paul inching slowly towards the "vee" formed by her widely splayed legs.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah" Paul said as he placed his nose against the very inside of her thigh where the skin hollowed into the delectable nether regions of her crotch.
Without any warning whatsoever, Paul suddenly grabbed a side of her white panties and viciously ripped Sally's last protection from the shapely swells of her ripe thighs.
There was an audible gasp of awe as the men strained their heads forward to get a forbidden glimpse of Sally's naked pussy flesh, shamefully stretched out for all of them to look at!
Yes there it was; the dark, tufted glistening masses of her pubic hairs tapering into the blood-filled, fleshy folds of her quivering labia, trailing down to the musky darkness of her married crotch, to the beautiful, puckered hole of her naked cunt, to the solid, firmly packed crevice of her naked bottom!
"Look at that cunt!" one of the men shamelessly bellowed.
"Like to get a lick of that married pussy!" Someone yelled, causing tears of shame to flood the hapless wife's pretty, brown eyes as she realized that her own dear husband was helplessly watching at the men shouted their abuses at her!
"Hey!" Paul yelled. "Bring her on over here, by her old man! Let's see what he thinks about this!"
As the men carried the helplessly struggling wife towards the shackled form of her husband, the scene resembled some victim of a sacrificial rite.
"Hey boys," Paul said as he harshly kicked Ron's foot, "lower that sweet cunt right in front of his face. Come on!"
Obeying the orders of Paul, the men positioned Sally so that her legs were shamefully spread before her husband's face.
"Now, you just sit there and watch, buddy!" Paul yelled.
Ron struggled to get free, but he just flopped and floundered like a fish out of water as the men lowered Sally to about three feet above the ground.
As Sally awaited her fate at Paul's hands, Paul stepped aside and quickly removed his clothes. Sally winced in fear as she saw Paul's tightly-muscled and powerful body. There were tattoos all over Paul's skin and a large scar trailed from his pelvic bone to the beginning of his hairy crotch.
His chest was hairy, broad, and expansive, tapering down the "vee" of his torso into the tight, washboard of his stomach.
But what really caught Sally's eye and caused her entire being to quake with dread as her married eyes gazed upon the fast-hardening, purplish pole of Paul's thick, big cock!
Ron watched in helpless apprehension as this total stranger took his threateningly ominous, blood-filled shaft and milked it between both of his hands as though it were a tool being readied for use!
Good God! Ron's own wife was going to be fucked before his very eyes!
"You just stay right there, honey," Paul said as he put one leg on one side of Sally and his other leg on the other side as he stood above her like some kind of demanding, savage god.
Paul stood over the completely naked wife as the men held her helpless. Paul was facing her naked pussy which was positioned directly in front of Ron. Paul was high enough above Sally so she could see his hairy, naked, hard buttocks directly in front of her and the bloated, leathery sacs of his sperm-bloated testicles as they dangled ominously from his athletic, trim thighs!
"Now, Bud, watch this!" Paul boasted to Don as he wickedly, and in full view of Don, inserted his stiffened middle finger halfway into the hair-fringed fissure of Sally's nakedly offered young cunt!
Sally wiggled as she felt the rude invasion of Paul's stiffened digit send ripples of humiliating shame pulsing through her nude, married belly.
"Stop, stop, it please!" Tricia pleaded as she stepped forward.
"Shut up, bitch!" Horse screamed "or I'll stick you there!"
"Couple of you boys get over here and hold blondie," Horse commanded as two men immediately pounced upon Tricia and dragged her to the ground.
"Hold her until Fm ready for her!" Horse bellowed.
The two men held Tricia absolutely still as they jerked Tricia's head painfully in the direction of Sally so that Tricia was forced to watch as these obscene abuses were heaped upon her.
'Tight, baby, tight!" Paul said as he felt the firm vernal muscles in Sally's cunt crowd hotly around the invading shaft of his stiff, hot finger.
Paul suddenly lowered his crotch so that the hairy, lust-bloated sacs of his balls rested heavily on Sally's nudely exposed tits!
Don saw Paul's eyes roving up and down Sally's body and Don knew that his wife was about to be ravished before his very eyes!
"Unhg!" Sally moaned as Paul thrust his finger punishingly deeper into the married depths of her belly in full view of her husband!
"Man, your ole lady's got some cunt!" Paul said. "Wonder if my big old dick will even fit up there!"
Paul suddenly reached down with his free hand and rudely crushed the hair-matted sacs of his lust into the tender voluptuousness of Sally's naked breasts.
"Ow!" Sally yelped as the hot, rough surface of Paul's balls scratched painfully against the virgin white flesh of her married tits and cut punishingly deep into the pick-capped peaks of her alluring nipples.
"Just hold on baby," Paul said. "I got something real special in mind for you?'
Still keeping his oversized finger deeply embedded in the warm, clinging folds of Tricia's tender cuntal shaft, Paul reached down with his free hand and salaciously seated the long, thick, bulging dick into the blood-warm, tight cleft of her own tits' naked cleavage!
"Oh, yeah," Paul said. "It's nice and tight in there! Just like a cunt Um, um!"
As he pressed his athletic weight more firmly against Sally's nakedly splayed body, the men tightened their grip on Sally.
"Go ahead, Paul," one of the men said. "Ride her titties for awhile! We'll hold her!"
Paul suddenly withdrew his finger from the liquid shaft of Tricia's shamefully exposed pussy and took both of his hands and crushed both of Sally's big, luscious tits powerfully together, smothering the blood engorged thickness of his adulterous cock in the pleasure giving tit flesh of the haplessly captive wife. Paul snorted a groan of wicked, wanton pleasure as he felt the skin of Sally's breasts crowd around his gargantuan thickness with ball-crushing agony.
Sally saw Paul's firm, hard buttocks clench powerfully together as he drew his cock draggingly between the deep, forbidden valley of her cleavage. Although Ron's face was blocked from her view by Paul's body, Sally knew that Ron had a perfect view of Paul's long, hard cock as he stroked it agonizingly between the round, proud swells of her abused tits.
Sally could feel each and every hot, thick bulging vein as it grated sadistically against her tits as Paul began to rock his hairy-hips to and fro in an unmistakable rhythm of adulterous lust. Sally could feel the raging genital heat steaming between the hairy curve of Paul's crotch.
As he increased his humping, masculine rhythm, the men strained their necks like voyeurs to gaze upon the lewd, forbidden spectacle of Paul's awesome prick slithering obscenely in and out between the fleshy, naked melons of Sally's mauled tits.
The insides of Paul's powerful thighs gripped against Sally's naked torso as he locked her tightly in an overwhelmingly obscene posture of bestial desire!
His long, thick prick slid down the tapering curve of her waist and rubbed hotly against the shallow crater of her naked navel and brushed against the beginnings of her dark and musky pubic vee.
Suddenly, Paul stopped and dismounted Sally. He turned to the men and said:
"O.K. THE WARM-UP'S OVER! NOW I'M GONNA FUCK THIS BITCH TO DEATH!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"That's it!" Paul commanded as he snapped his fingers and motioned with his hands, "turn that cunt over! I want to make this a good one!"
The men obeyed automatically, turning Sally over so that her head was facing the floor, and the long, dark tassels of her luxuriant hair dangled to the ground. As the men adjusted their grips, each of them took this "readjustment" as a perfect opportunity to fondle the section of Sally's body which happened to be closest to them. One man obscenely poked at the fleshy, deep curve of her naked ass while another reached beneath her and kneaded her tits harshly between his paw-like hands.
"All right, boys," Paul said.
"Fun's over! Let me at her!"
The scene in the cave looked like some dim and distant ancient pagan ritual; the hapless wife was suspended in the air by all eight of the men as though she were a fly trapped in a spider's web. Paul stood behind her, brandishing the meaty pole of his dick as he prepared to enter Sally from the rear as though she were a dog!
And the most humiliating, shameful aspect of the entire situation was the fact that she was staring directly in the face of her husband who was less than seven feet from her!
Sally angled her head downwards and saw Paul's hairy, bloated balls and long, thick, dangling cock as he inched closer and closer to the unprotected, naked fissure of her hair-fringed pussy. There was an ominous pause as the spongy-capped head of Paul's prick seated against the rubbery entrance to her married pussy.
Paul gave a grunt as he placed his huge, paw-like hands on each of the mellow, rounded mounds of Sally's naked ass-cheeks to steady himself as . . .
...he blatantly shoved one half of his awesomely long, stiff, blood-filled cock into the clasping nether depths of the hapless married wife's cunt!
"Angh! Oh, God!" Sally yelped in pain. "God! Ouch! It's so big!"
Ron was powerless to help as his wife wiggled frantically before his awestruck eyes like a pig speared on a pike!
Her smooth, fleshy buttocks quivered tremulously as the mind-sizzling pain from Paul's sadistic ravishment crackled over her body like the boiling punishment of an electric shock machine.
"Goddamn, she's tight!" Paul snorted as he looked Ron right in the eyes. "Yore little woman's got one hell of a cunt, bud and I'm a-gonna wear it out for you!"
Paul lunged suddenly forward, slamming his adulterous prick painfully deeper into Sally's cock-infested pussy as his dangling, gigantic balls slapped lewdly into the curve of her naked crotch.
"Unnnnnahhhhh!" Sally screamed as Paul ground his pelvis powerfully against her fully splayed genitals. "Ahhhhhhh!"
Her eyes caught her husband's and there was a flash of absolute hopelessness which passed between the husband and wife as this powerful and dominant stranger plunged deeper into Sally's woefully violated vagina.
Suddenly Paul pulled back, torturously drawing the quivering, pink folds of her naked pussy out as the men stared at her trembling naked hips and thighs. Paul looked down in a gaze of male dominance and grinned salaciously at his half-embedded lewdness protruding painfully from the tightly packed fissure of her delicious hips.
"Hold on real good, baby!" Paul chortled. "Cause I'm a gonna ride you 'til your pussy's full of cum!"
Paul began assaulting Sally's cunt in a staccato series of deep, gliding strokes, drawing his spongy cockhead almost completely out of her naked pussy, then slamming the entire immensity of his big, hot dick wickedly into her pussy in a rampant, bestial frenzy.
"Ahhh. Ohhh. Ahhh ...ohhhhhhhh-hh," Sally breathed as the breath was viciously knocked from her overworked lungs.
"Yeah, baby," Paul bellowed. "When I'm finished with you, you'll love my big hot cock!"
Then in an unspeakable act of stark, undaunted lust, Paul bent over and painfully spread the half moons of Sally's buttocks apart and, in full view of Ron, thrust his tongue wantonly between the feminine swells of her nude bottom, obscenely worrying the puckered ring of her anus!
"Oh, please!" Sally pleaded. "Please, please! Leave my asshole aloneF'
"Not a chance, honey!" Paul said as he wagged his hot, wet tongue wildly in and out of Sally's full, round swells.
"Eeeeeeeeeeyah!" Sally screamed as Paul's tongue delivered an insanely intolerable sensation to her naked asshole.
"Like it, eh?" Paul yelled.
"Un! Un! Un!" Sally screamed as she struggled and wiggled.
"All right, now, sweetheart," Paul said. "Hold on!"
With that he broke into a wild, pummeling rhythm which sent Sally's body rocking in wanton, intolerable vibrations.
Paul reached beneath Sally's slender, wasp-like waist and dug his fingers powerfully into her navel. He was jerking her trembling, naked body so violently that the group of muscular, burly men were visibly straining to keep the shamefully violated wife high in the air. He slid his rough, weather-beaten hands along the smooth, graceful lines of Sally's naked waist and took a delicious clump of her lewdly dangling tit-flesh in each of his hands and insinuatingly kneaded the pink, hot tips of her breasts between his thumb and forefingers.
Paul surveyed the long, flawless lines of the haplessly impaled wife's naked, glistening back and took intense pride in the fact that it was his monstrous prick which was causing the muscles under her tight, smooth skin to twist and writhe in agonizing pain.
Paul continued to drive into her. The breath was shooting from her heated lungs with tremendous rapidity and her head hung limply down in exhaustion.
What a superb specimen of femininity no this innocent young wife was! Never in all their lives, had the men ever gazed upon such an exquisite girl. Her long, tapering legs were in perfect proportion to her thighs and hips, and nowhere on her entire body was there the slightest hint of even a birthmark on her exquisitely hewn skin.
But what really turned Paul on and made his cock burn with lust was the white line caused by her bathing suit traced in stark perfection over the twin mounds of her naked ass. There was almost a fascinating perversion in the stark and alluring contrast between the dark golden tan on the rest of Sally's body and the startling band of naked white flesh trailing across her buttocks.
Sally gritted her teeth together in an attempt to displace the penetrating pain searing through her cock-invaded pussy.
Suddenly, there was a vague numbness which emanated deep within the bowels of her married womb and there was no longer a burning pain, only a feeling of an overwhelming fullness.
"Hey, baby," Paul said as he felt Sally's tight young pussy muscles relax, then voluntarily grip his steel-stiff cock and ...ill
...bathe it in a warm, sensual stream of her flowing cuntal juices!
Sally's eyes popped open in wide amazement as she realized that despite what she was consciously thinking, the nerve-packed shaft of her vagina was responding on an elemental level to the hard, thick rod of Paul's meaty prick!
There was a liquid slurping sound as Sally's cuntal juices flowed down her pussy, and at that instant Ron heard the familiar sound of his wife's fully lubricated pussy and stared straight into her eyes!
For just a brief, passing moment Ron saw a woman he did not know; not his wife, but a savage cock-hungry whore! For just an instant, there flashed across Sally's pretty face the unmistakable, primitive look of PURE LUST!
Sally saw the flash of recognition in her husband's face and she was forced to avert her gaze and stare blankly at the floor.
"O.K., boys," Paul said. "Let's have a little fun. When I push, you pull, and vice versa!"
The men instantly caught on to Paul's scheme of degradation for Sally, and suddenly, she was turned into a sexual battering ram! When Paul pulled his rock-hard prick out of her, the men slammed her hopelessly captive body viciously up against Paul's heated, frantic pelvis!
"Ahhh! Unn! I can't stand it!" Sally yelled.
As Ron listened to his wife's protestations, he detected a definite hint of unrestrained pleasure in her voice.
"Oh! Oh! Oh dear god!" she moaned.
Then suddenly a wicked thought trailed through her mind; didn't that long hot, deeply skewering prick feel good as it slithered hotly in and out of her ravished pussy. Wasn't there something perversely compelling about being screwed by this big, powerful stud while her own husband watched helplessly.
Yes! Goddammit, yes! It did feel good! There was no denying it! Sally's thoughts flashed back to her unexplainable actions with Mick and she suddenly realized a fact that she had to admit to herself; this situation had only allowed her true nature to surface; she loved that prick as it banged into the rubbery walls of her womb!
It was as if the world was fading away and the only thing that mattered was that big strong stud of a man who was behind her, working her heated pussy with his rampant frantic thrusts.
There was a silent nod of acknowledgement from each of the men as they saw the naked young wife salaciously wiggle her naked thighs backwards into the meaty, powerful pole of Paul's blood-filled dick!
Sally knew that the men had discovered her secret, they knew that she was loving every second of this wanton abuse!
Tricia could not believe it as her friend orbited her ample hips in an insinuating gyration of wanton arousal! Tricia's thoughts flashed back to how easily Sally had submitted to Mick. Tricia remembered that it was Sally who had taken the initiative and had given Mick a blow job! Maybe Tricia didn't really know her friend! Maybe beneath Sally's placid exterior was a cock-crazed whore, hungry to fuck or suck the cock of any man she met!
"Yeah," Paul said. "Now she's coming around. I can feel her pussy crowded around my cock like a fist! O.K., boys Lower her to the ground!"
The men quickly obeyed Paul and set the captive wife on the ground. This time, Sally did not struggle to break free from her captor, but kept her naked bottom flush against Paul's hairy loins as though she were trying to make sure that his deeply embodied dick did not slip from the trembling hair-fringed fissure of her pussy!
When the man had finally lowered their victim to the ground, Sally thrust both of her hands out in front of her to steady herself as Paul knelt behind the sumptuous half-moons of her naked ass and resumed driving into her quivering cunt with a wild and bestial fury!
There was a liquid, oozing sound as Sally blurringly worked her tensed thighs over the ruddy pole of Paul's throbbing immensity!
Ron saw this shocking move on Sally's part and he stared at his wife in wide-eyed horror as he realized that she was actually responding to the adulterous abuses of this total stranger. He stared straight into her face and noticed that there was a definite glazed look in his wife's eyes and Ron suddenly beheld not his wife, but a cock-lusting whore!
Dave Remson, a lanky, blonde-haired youth who had been watching this lurid spectacle, jumped from the group of men.
"Hey Paul, how about me! Let me have a whack at this goddamn cunt!"
"Sure Dave sure," Paul said.
Within seconds, Paul had stripped off his clothes and was standing ominously before the trapped young wife with his meaty, bulging, rock-hard dick shooting into the air at a forty-five degree angle.
"Hey, Dave!" Paul said. "Make her suck it while I fuck her! Go ahead!
"All right!" Dave shouted as he lewdly thrust the purplish head of her sperm-bloated cock against the red, full lips of the captive wife.
Then in full view of all the men and her husband, Sally performed a wantonly explicit act of fully aroused lust; she salaciously wagged her agile, little tongue in the air and flicked it invitingly against the oversized head of Dave's awesome penis. She brushed her tongue stimulatingly along the blue-veined underside of the long, turgid shaft and Dave was lewdly delighted and amazed as the entire length of his turgid stiffness jerked visibly under the tantalizingly lingual caresses of the seductive, young teenager.
Voluntarily, Sally parted her delicious, moist lips and Dave gladly inserted the mushroom-shaped head into the womblike, blood-warmed cavity of Sally's willing mouth!
"Fells good in there!" Dave said as he shifted forward and slid more of his bloated immensity between the clasping wetness of her pretty lips.
Dave snorted in bestial approval as Sally created a powerful, ball-agonizing vacuum as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked violently on his lingually embedded prick. As she sucked long and hard, she took the underside of her tongue and flattened it against the nerve-packed, heated cap of Dave's upraised manhood and sent delectable tremors of sexual delight pulsing through the youth's angling, laden balls.
Dave clenched his hairy buttocks firmly together as he sent his meaty pole banging violently against the roof of Sally's mouth and down the fleshy cunt-like cavity of her throat!
Then Ron received the most shameful and shocking impression of his life; he actually saw the lewd outline of Dave's prick as it traveled down Sally's throat and displaced the tender flesh of her windpipe!
"Wow!" one of the men said. "I thought I only saw that stuff in movies! What a cocksucker this broad is! She's swallowing the damn thing!"
Yes! It was true; Sally was now breathily hotly through her nose as Dave's sizzling prick stuffed her throat full of its immense stiffness! When Dave had buried the entirety of his erection down Sally's throat, his steel-wool like pubic hairs crowded around her nose and the oversized sacs of his leathery testicles were obscenely crushed against her pretty chin. Dave suddenly pulled back drawing his cock almost out of Sally's mouth while she continued to hotly encircle the turgid shaft of his receding dick with her wild and frenetic tongue.
Paul was driving her with a punishing wild power and his balls slapped obscenely into the crevice of her nude crotch with each punishing lunge.
Tricia was watching this lewd spectacle with shocked humiliation. But she knew that as long as the men were preoccupied with Sally they would leave her alone. But the minute the men had finished working their unspeakable lusts on Sally, there was absolutely no doubt in Tricia's mind that the men would force her to the wanton depths of shameful humiliation in full and unobstructed view of her husband!
Sally's eyes were closed and her hands were wildly stroking Dave's hairy thighs and fondling his bloated balls. She placed her hands behind his hard, firm buttocks and squeezed them as though she were trying to force his hot thick cock even deeper into the womb-like cavity of her throat.
"Goddammit!" Dave bellowed. "Open your eyes, bitch! I want to see the look on your face when I fill your belly with my thick, hot cum!"
Sally opened her brown, pretty eyes and stared directly into the cold, harsh face of Dave. There was a glazed, faraway look in her eyes and Dave felt a true surge of triumph as he stared down to behold the wanton spectacle of his awesome, purplish cock protruding lewdly from between the lips of the pretty wife as her mouth coated the slick, hard surface of his dick with a glistening coat of saliva.
Paul was fucking her with an unbridled, demonic fury now. He slammed his expansive, huge torso against the graceful curve of her back and forced his head into the small of her neck.
As Paul increased his rampant humping, Dave grabbed hold of Sally's ears as though they were handles and blurringly worked her face over the meaty surface of his lust-bloated cock. The faster Dave face-fucked her, the harder and more violently Sally sucked and worked her tongue around and over the long, thick shaft of his dick.
Her long, luxuriant hair was flying to and fro as she worked her head back and forth at a rapid, exhaustive pace.
"That's it, baby," Dave bellowed. "Keep it up 'cause I'm . . . "
...suddenly Dave's legs buckled as though he'd been kicked in the stomach.
"Oh, yeah, baby yeah, yeah!" He said as he violently pumped Sally's face as a torrential flood of seething, thick, hot jism erupted from the tiny slit in the end of Dave's cock and bubbled gaggingly down the pretty wife's throat. Sally felt her entire mouth fill with a warm, liquid heat and she could feel the huge, thick gobulets of Dave's heated sperm ricocheted into the womb-like cavity of her married belly. There was a loud, liquid slurping sound as Sally continued to suck the entirety of Dave's meaty cock into her mouth.
Tricia could not believe that Sally was actually performing this wanton act of fellatio of her own free will!
Sally's forehead was tightly flush against Dave's pubic hairs and her head was angled upwards in a complete and abject posture of a man dominating a woman!
When it was finally over, when Dave had emptied every viscous drop of his balm-like sperm into the pretty wife's mouth, his flaccid penis flopped from her mouth with a lurid plop.
A long, white trail of sperm dribbled lewdly from her pretty lips and she salaciously licked this obscene excess from her mouth. Dave gave her one last, lurid glimpse, then retreated to the shadows to watch the "show" as Paul continued to drive into her from the rear . . .
The sweat was pouring from the voluptuous wife's tan, glistening body as she now began to tighten and twist every supple muscle and quivering nerve in her naked body to accomplish one object: TO CUM!
Yes! She had to feel the delicious, nerve-tingling thrill of her entire body being riveted and rocked with the violent, cunt-shaking thrusts of this wonderful stud's marvelous dick!
"Deeper! Oh god! Deeper, please!" Sally pleaded in an obscene outburst of passionate lust.
"O.K., baby," Paul grunted, "you asked for it. Angh!" He contracted his powerful muscles and grabbed Sally tightly and powerfully around the waist, pressing her round, firm, cock-filled thighs so close against his heated pelvis that not even an atom could have fit between the two blood-filled, heated surfaces.
"Yes! Yes!" Sally moaned. "Lover! Lover! Oh! Fuck me good! Fuck me deep!
Paul suddenly grabbed Sally's naked, trembling legs off of the ground and wrapped her voluptuous, naked thighs around his waist. This gave him a chance to tunnel into her naked pussy with all of his masculine and athletic strength! Sally swiftly interlocked her supple, vernal legs tightly, just above Paul's buttocks and jerked her dick-filled pelvis back and forth as she wantonly rode the wonderfully pleasure-giving cock within her belly.
Then it happened; Sally's head jerked back suddenly and her eyes rolled violently in her head. She felt as though she were falling through a tremendous space, a silent, empty void. Then there was an overwhelming outburst of sound and color and a furious, rippling burst of pagan, passionate energy exploded from the head of her pearly clitoris and fired over the pink, fleshy folds of her throbbing pussy in an inexorable surge of orgasmic energy!
"Ahhh. Oh ...Ahhh. OHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Jesus God in heaven ! I'm, I'm...cummmmmm-mmmmiiiinnnnnnggggg!" Sally screamed as the pussylips of her naked young cunt flowered around the burrowing, steel-hard immensity of Paul's deliciously ravaging cock.
The men huddled around in a small, tight-knit circle as Sally hotly speared and willingly impaled herself like a pagan savage as she screamed and muttered almost incoherent obscenities.
"Ummmm! Ummmmm!" Sally mewled.
"I love it! I love it!" It's so big and so deep in me!"
Sally's pelvic spasms were so violent that they seemed to shake the entire cave. When she had milked every second of sizzling sensation from the steel-hard rod of Paul's meaty prick, Sally collapsed in an exhausted heap of flesh on the ground.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sally had overworked every muscle in her body to achieve her long awaited climax. There was one thing she hadn't counted on! Paul's cock was still as hard as a baseball bat and he was as horny as ever!
"Get a hold of her men, and bring her little butt right against my big old dick."
"I'm ...I'm tired," Sally weakly protested as the men hoisted her into the air and worked her naked bottom ominously back towards the purplish pole of Paul's heavy, ponderous cock.
"Yeah," Paul said. "Stick that sweet ass right up here!"
"Please!" Sally protested. "Can I just rest for a minute?! ! "
"Oh sure," Paul said in a facetious manner. "I'll give you a rest....
"WITH MY COCK UP YOUR ASS!"
Before Sally even had time to think, Paul had performed such an unspeakable, wanton act on her abused body, that even the most hardened of the men winced as . . .
...in one deft, swift, accurate thrust, Paul sent the thick, hard pole of his meaty cock into the rubbery depths of the hapless wife's asshole!
"Oh God! Jesus!" Sally screamed as she realized the horrendous nature of the act which was being perpetuated upon her unguarded anus. "Please God, please! Not in my ass. No! No!"
Although Sally was screaming and protesting wildly, Paul didn't give a damn! All he was interested in was the exquisite sodomizing pleasure the tight, clasping young muscles in the voluptuous young wife's anus was sending along the thick, turgid shaft of his huge, meaty cock.
Paul wanted his hot, thick dick all the way into the private, moist fissure of Sally's asshole, and in an act of sadistic ravishment, he dug his powerful hands into the tender flesh of her ample thighs and lifted her feet off the ground and crushed her round firm buttocks cruelly against his heated pelvis, grinding his steel-wool heated pelvis, grinding his pubic hairs into the tender flesh of her woefully abused buttocks.
As Paul held the captive girl high and hard in the air like she was a piece of meat speared on a spit, Sally caught a glimpse of her husband; there was a numbed, glazed look on his face as though he had just witnessed some unspeakable horror such as an automobile accident or an act of war.
Paul bounced the hapless wife violently against him until her entire body shook with the lewd rhythm of his punishing pelvis thrusts . . .
Paul set the wife down on the ground like she was a plaything and slowly pulled back drawing the ragged flesh of her anus out. He smiled in lewd triumph to see there the ragged pink folds crowded tightly around the turgid, thick shaft of his dick.
"Man, this chick's ass is tight as a glove!" Paul grunted as he thrust his hips punishingly forward, jamming the pink, quivering flesh of Sally's ass back into the dark, private fissure of her savagely abused rectum.
Suddenly, the pain sizzling through Sally's naked bottom strangely subsided, and the only sensation she could feel was a strange, throbbing numbness. Every pore in her being felt full, ripe, overstuffed. Paul's cock was so big, so thick and so hot that it was actually allowing the sensitive, blood-filled nerves in the pearly node of her clitoris and the supple young fissure of her pussy to feel the arousing sensation emanating from the turgid pole of Paul's anally embedded, blood-filled penis. Paul had broken in an insistent, humping rhythm, and with each thrust and back-thrust from Paul, Sally felt a growing, perverse, insatiable hunger growing between her married loins!
Sally could not explain this new need, this new desire, nor did she try to. All she could feel was an intense, burning need to drive Paul's hard, hot cock into the trembling nether depths of her abused asshole and squeeze Paul's wantonly ravaging cock with the tight and powerful muscles of her rectum!
"Like it, eh?" Paul chortled as he felt Sally's anal sphincter violently grasp his big, stiff cock, as he broke into a violent, humping rhythm and slammed his hairy, bloated balls into the moist, dark crack of her naked bottom.
Sally was beyond explaining her wild, insatiable feelings now. It was as if some dark, primitive force had erupted from deep within her feminine psyche and was possessing her like some uncontrollable demon as she slid hotly back into the pummeling rod of Paul's sodomizing pole and worked the nude half-moons of her trembling buttocks wildly to and fro as the group of men looked on, half in amazement, and half in lust.
"Gnaaaaaa!" Sally yelped as Paul reached in front of her and took each of her red, capped peaks between his huge hands and kneaded the tender, shivering tips of her nakedly splayed teenage tits until her nipples were hard, firm, and distended, charged with the insatiable urges of her own unspeakable desires.
"Love it, eh, bitch?" Paul snorted as he drove his wicked cock all the way into the invaded nether depths of Sally's shamefully violated rectum.
"Yes, goddamn you!" the pretty young wife yelled at the top of her lungs. "I love it in my ass like this."
The sweat was dripping from Sally's body as though she were some kind of desperate, wild animal brought to bay by a superior hunter. Her arms swung wildly in the air, her head tossed savagely to and fro, and her eyes rolled wildly back in her head as . . .
"...Oh, God. Here it comes! Ummmm-mmmm oh your big hot dick all the way in me! Ummmmmm! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!"
Sally moaned and muttered as the delicious, orgasmic power of Paul's deeply skewering, sodomizing prick riveted her body with an overwhelming surge of raw, bestial passion, crackling along her shivering buttocks, pulsing through her naked crotch to the pearly, sizzling bud of her node-like clitoris.
Paul could not hold back any longer; the exquisitely tight fit of his cock into Sally's ass had milked his prick to bursting fullness! He groaned, clenched his buttocks firmly together, then rode the hapless teenager's ass as he emptied a voluminous bad of white-hot jism into the violated depths of Sally's rectum!
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned. "I can feel your thick hot cum! It's in my ass!"
Sally's entire body shook and vibrated as though she were possessed by some demon, and indeed she was; the hapless wife was hopelessly locked in the throes of her own unbridled lust!
She squirmed and wiggled like a pig speared on a pike as the men gathered around her like a group of demented voyeurs.
The torrential flood of Paul's hot, viscous cum was so powerful, that it completely glutted the pretty wife's raw anus and dribbled lewdly between the deep, fleshy cleft of her ass.
When Paul had lewdly emptied every seething ounce of his white, adulterous heat into the flaming nether depths of Sally's bowels, his cock became soft and limp, and flopped from the puckered ring of her violated anus with a loud, lurid plop.
Sally collapsed in a heap in front of Paul, then she crawled shamefully into the shadows. Paul strode triumphantly to a rock and began swirling whiskey into himself.
Suddenly a loud, huge, throaty voice echoed through the cave as the gargantuan, monstrous form of Horse emerged from the shadows.
"Hey, you goddamn white bitch! Get over here!" he yelled at Tricia, "cause now Fm gonna fuck the hell out of you!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tricia shuddered as the black hulk moved slowly and ominously towards her. She gave Don a quick, frightened look and both of them knew that there was nothing either of them could do to prevent Tricia's ravishment at the hands of this black, incredibly potent stud.
"Please," Tricia pleaded as she looked imploringly into the lust-filled eyes of Horse, "not in front of my husband! Please not in front of my husband!"
"But honey," Horse said, a glaring sneer on his lips, "that's what makes it so interesting! Your ole' man might learn something!"
Without so much as a warning, Horse reached over with both of his powerful hands and viciously ripped the voluptuous blonde's blouse from her milk-white shoulders, revealing the flawless lines of her near-naked torso outlined in stark relief against the silky, shining blackness of her brassiere!
The men gasped in amazed awe at the ivory-hewn smoothness of the teenage wife's exquisite shoulders, the melonish swells of her still-hidden breasts, and the tapering, alluring lines of her tiny, alluring waist. Sally had a dark, "down home," raunchy kind of beauty which the men were used to, but Tricia's brilliant blonde features, and her virginal-like white skin were mysterious and unknown as far as the men were concerned. Each of them wanted a piece of her ripe teenage ass!
Horse pulled Tricia savagely to him with one free hand and used the other to violently work the tight-fitting garment of her jeans over the long, tapering forms of her tender white legs and the hapless, captive wife was suddenly naked and exposed to the men except for her brassiere and panties!
"Whewie!" one of the men said, "will you get a look at that body?"
"Wish my ole lady had jugs like that. They look like fucking cantaloupes!"
The men continued to shout humiliating obscenities at Tricia.
"Let's see those big, white tits of yours!" Horse bellowed as he reached behind the graceful curve of Tricia's shoulders, and in one strong, deft move, unloosened her brassiere! The garment was flung from the supple flesh of her tits and the men gathered closely around her unguarded body to leer lustily at the firm, high swells of her married bosom.
"Look at those titty-nipples!" someone snorted. "Pink as a rose!"
"Love to suck on those for a few hours!"
"Shit!" Horse snorted. "I ain't interested in her tits right now. I wanna get a look at her hot little pussy!"
The lust-crazed black man took one, long strong arm and with one, swift tug tore
Tricia's clinging panties from the ripe, flaring femininity of her deliciously rounded thighs and flung the garment carelessly to the floor.
"This is what I want," Horse bellowed as he rudely and bestially shoved his stiffened middle finger into the tight, unguarded fissure of Tricia's married cunt.
Tricia struggled violently in the grip of the overpowering black outlaw, but it was like a field mouse caught in the talon-tight grip of a hawk. Horse had stepped behind Sally and was holding her naked waist tightly with one of his strong arms while the finger of his free hand painfully burrowed into her fresh, clean married vagina.
"Shit!" Horse said. "Hold onto her, boys! I'm gonna get down to fuckin business! My prick's so damn hard, I can't stand it any longer!
Horse released Tricia into the arms of the burly men who lost no time in running their rough, weather-beaten hands over the most secretive and private parts of her naked, captive body. One man insinuatingly and salaciously fondled her breasts, while another rudely thrust three of his hardened, stiff fingers into the curve of Tricia's shamefully exposed buttocks.
"Wonder if her pussy's as tight as her butt?" the man exclaimed.
As the men held and wantonly abused Tricia, they turned her pretty face so that she had a full view of Horse as he removed his clothes to reveal his full and powerful masculine physique. He looked like a black god; the muscles were stretched across his skin as tight as a drumhead and his huge, gigantic torso fanned out from his waist like the "vee" of a manta ray. But what brought true fear to Tricia was the fast-hardening, pole-like immensity of Horse's black, meaty, fast-hardening prick as it shot up at almost a forty-five degree angle from between his hairy loins!
Never in her life had Tricia ever dreamed that a man could possess such a monstrous, threateningly huge cock! Tricia had no idea how such a potent and big instrument could fit up any woman, let alone her tight, virginal-like cunt!
"All right!" Horse bellowed. Bring her on over here! Stick that sweet little ass right up against my cock. The men cruelly turned Tricia round and moved her rapidly backwards towards the mind-boggling, turgid, stiff thickness of Horse. Her eyes caught the horrified gaze of her husband, but he could not bear to watch the unmentionable acts that were about to be performed on his hapless wife by this black, savage stud.
O.K., now, Tricia said to herself. Just take it easy, I can handle it. There's nothing I can do about it now. After all, I do want to get out of here, don't I? I've got to go through with this, or they'll probably kill us all. Anyway, there's no way we can escape, and if I fight him I know he'll hurt me.
Tricia stood there as the men held her bravely waiting for Horse to force her to her knees and ram his adulterous prick up her married pussy.
But Tricia had completely underestimated the extent of Horse's cruelty and cunning: Horse was not merely going to fuck; what he had in his lust-crazed brain was a more sadistic and lewd punishment for Tricia: before Tricia even had time to think Horse rudely grabbed the firm, ripe mounds of her cheeky buttocks, spread them painfully wide apart to expose the shamefully puckered ring of her anus, then in one bestial, painful cock-lunge, shoved the thick, black pole of his awesome prick into the musky nether depths of the hapless Tricia's naked asshole!"
"What?" Tricia screamed at the top of her lungs. "What!"
It took Tricia's abused body several seconds to absorb the tremendous shock of what happened to her body, and then her mind told her the awful truth: Horse had just sodomizingly impaled her with the awesome, meaty, blood-filled spear of his big black dick!
The scene in the cave was a strange one: the huge, animal-like black man standing behind the ravished white wife in a posture of complete dominance as the group of half-naked men looked on.
"Please! Please! Oh God!" Tricia pleaded. "Take it out! Do anything to me you'd like! But please-to-God! No, no, not in my ass!"
"No chance, you white bitch!" Horse snorted as he powerfully clenched his athletic buttocks, and twisted his insanely burrowing cock even deeper into the private fissure of the abused teenager's shamefully violated asshole. "I got my big black pecker up your tight little butt and it's gonna stay up there until I fill your asshole with my thick, hot, cum!"
Tricia struggled with all of her strength to free herself from the black giant's inexorable grip, but her frantic struggle was to no avail; Horse had rudely dug his long, black fingers into the soft girlishness of Tricia's delectable naked thighs and was slowly working her naked bottom over the monstrous length and circumference of his spongy-headed cock as though she were a plaything!
Tricia felt the steel-hard, blue-veined immensity of Horse's hot, flaming, impaling pole rub painfully against the nerve-naked, incredibly sensitive flesh of her body's most private orifice, and she wished that there was some way to erase the searing pain of Horse's incredibly sadistic penetration of her asshole.
"Come on, honey!" Horse bellowed. "Let's see what you can do!"
In one, swift, deft move, Horse had forced the haplessly impaled wife to the ground, her naked tits flush against the sleeping bag which one of the men had spread out before her. Horse was now lewdly perched on Tricia's naked ass, his muscular, black legs straddling either side of her round, fleshy bottom.
He placed his huge, manly hands on her shoulders, using her abused body to steady himself as he lifted his hairy loins off of her shivering, trembling body, drawing his stiff, strong dick almost out of her naked asshole, the ragged, pink flesh of her wantonly abused rectum clinging tightly around the more than eight-inch stiffness of his incredibly massive penis.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Tricia exhaled as the air rushed heatedly from her lungs and she felt the incredibly masculine force of his hands pushing on the graceful, sloping curves of her glistening, nude back.
"Mmmmmm!" Horse snorted. "Your sweet little ass is better than a pussy any day!"
Tricia now felt only the massive, blood-engorged head of Horse's cock lingering in the nerve-filled fissure of her ass. Horse's penis was captured so tightly by the vacuum-like folds of Tricia's rectum, that the helpless white wife could feel the sizzling rush of the black man's blood as it surged through his massive cock and her asshole burned with an intense heat, as though a flamethrower had been aimed up it!
There was an electric moment of unbearable tension as Tricia gritted her teeth, waiting for Horse to violently slam into the nether depths of her bowels again.
"HHHHHH! Ungh!" Tricia yelped as Horse bore into her with the torrential fury of a dynamo gone wild!
And, just as quickly as Horse's dick banged cruelly against the dark, nether limits of Tricia's bottom, he rapidly reversed his sodomizing action, pulled almost out of her again, then BAM! into her again, then out, then in, out, in, out in OUT, IN OUT IN!
Horse continued to drive into Tricia with a sadistic, relentless fury. The terrifying pain sizzling through her naked anus had mysteriously disappeared and all she could feel was a vague numbness. It was as if her body was responding to this violently aggressive assault by desensitizing her nerves! But, as Horse continued to wantonly abuse her, Tricia became aware of a bizarre, new feeling swelling up in her married loins; it was sort of a tickling, compelling sensation that seemed to pulse through the naked pearl of her glistening clitoris and explode deep in her pussy. At first, Tricia tried to ignore it, tried to put it out of her mind, but there was something overwhelming and compelling about the hollow, throbbing ache growing in her belly.
She remembered that she had heard or read somewhere that if a human being was exposed to sensory stimulation of any kind, and that if they could not escape it, their bodies had to respond! Good God! Is that what was happening now? She was helplessly pinned and trapped and Horse's big black cock was so tightly packed into the trembling shaft of her rectum that the over-sensitive nerves in her married cunt were constantly being assaulted! Would it only be a matter of time before her body broke down and something horrible happened.
Tricia had a wild, desperate urge to break free of her captor; she had to! Already she could feel the phantom of perverse desire inching through her belly and the haplessly splayed wife shivered in fear and dread as she felt the strong, young muscles in her naked ass contract involuntarily around the raw, naked meat of Horse.
"Ah hah!" Horse said as he felt the gorgeous white wife's body begin to respond to his viciously sodomizing impalement of her naked bottom. "So you're going to come 'round!"
Please, please don't say that! Tricia said to herself as she felt the men gather closer to her.
She desperately hoped that the men did not learn her secret, for she knew that if they discovered that she was actually enjoying this bestial act, they would certainly force her to let them work their lusts on her!
But although her mind was ablaze with a mass of conflicting questions, her body told her that the big, hot black dick tunneling through her naked ass felt good!
There! She finally admitted to herself what had been germinating in the back of her subconscious mind since the first gaze upon the wonderfully thick dick of this savage black stud, that there was something forbidden yet compelling about being taken by this man who was only interested in her body for one reason; for the delicious, exquisite, agonizing thrill that it could give to his marvelously potent dick!
Somehow, some part of her mind told her that these men were lusting after her on the most elementary of human levels: the common denominator of bodily lust!
And after all wasn't it the fact that her body was such a marvelous example of raw and complete femininity that the men wanted to fuck her? Was it the fresh, tight swells of her delectable breasts that they wanted to suck? Wasn't the shivering, pink tips of her nipples that they wanted to maul and fondle? Wasn't it the long and curvaceous, tapering forms of her legs which they wanted to wrap around their necks? Wasn't it the sweet-smelling fissure of her own naked pussy they all wanted to violate with their wantonly adulterous pricks? And, wasn't it her own tight, cunt-like asshole which Horse had violated?
Yes! Yes! It was her body they were after. They wanted her for the seductively feminine attributes of her own body. And, didn't it feel good, didn't Tricia suddenly have a tremendous sense of power as she realized that it was her own body which was driving the huge black stud behind her to a wanton frenzy?
God! What was happening to her? What was she becoming? Wasn't it wicked to have these thoughts? Yes, it was! But...but...it felt so damn good. Ummm! Yes it did! That big strong, blood-filled cock slithering hotly in and out of her ass, sending incredible pulsations of yes...she had to admit it ...FORBIDDEN PLEASURE tingling through her, naked, married loins.
"Ahhhhh!" Tricia moaned in a low and guttural mewl which seemed to originate deep in her belly, at the very center of her female being as she salaciously and blatantly wiggled her tight little ass back onto the gurgling meat of Horse's dick in full and unobstructed view of the men!
"Wow!" one of the men bellowed. "Did you see that! Did you see this fine little gal shake her tight little butt smack dab against Horses' cock! Man, she's starting to love it!"
Yes, it was undeniably true; Tricia was undulating her nakedly splayed thighs in circular, rhythmic orbits and her slender, tight belly was beginning to ripple with the throes of her increasing lust.
Tricia's eyes popped open in true amazement as she realized that suddenly the muscles in her violated rectum were no longer resisting the monstrous pole of Horse's meaty cock, but were actually allowing his spongy-head black prick to penetrate deeper into the musky nether depths of her bowels!
Suddenly Tricia looked up, and beheld the lust-filled stare of Paul. But her mouth almost fell off her face when she saw Paul's full erect cock pointing ominously at her.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Hey, Horse," Paul said as he salaciously eyed the helpless form of Tricia's helplessly impaled body. "Let's mix it up a little, if you know what I mean!
"Yeah," Horse bellowed. "I know what you mean!
Before the hapless wife had time to catch her breath, Horse had flopped her over so that the graceful curves of her white back were flush against the black, sweating, muscle-lined immensity of his gargantuan chest and torso. He had wrapped his powerful athletic legs around her slender, milk-white thighs and had spread her pink-fleshed pussy widely apart for all the men to see and stare at!
"Looks sweet as a fucking daisy up there!" one of the men chortled lewdly as he looked at the thick, blood-lined walls of the teenager's shamefully displayed cunt and secretly imagined what it would feel like to shove the fully erect meat of his penis into the hungry young mouth of Tricia's pussy!
Suddenly, Paul lunged forward and kneeled before the unprotected fissure of Tricia's married pussy! He reached forward with his hand and deftly parted the tender flesh of her vagina as he positioned the bloated, purplish pole of his battering ram-like cock at the hair-fringed entrance to her married pussy!
Tricia's mind flashed back to about an hour ago, and she remembered that Paul's steel-hard cock was the same wantonly effective instrument which had driven Sally to a full and heated orgasm!
Paul looked straight into her pretty blue eyes and knew that he meant business. Without any warning whatsoever, Paul lunged powerfully forward and slammed his dick into the depths of Tricia's belly! And, then suddenly, in an instant, Paul was in her! She felt his big, hard cock banging stiffly into the dark nether flesh of her married belly as he lunged powerfully forward and slammed his athletic, trim body hard against the delicious curves and hollows of her soft girlishness, lewdly crushing the melonish, pink-tipped peaks of her womanish tits hard against the muscle-rippled enormity of his chest.
Tricia felt the rampant, sizzling heat from the twin bodies of the men as she lay helplessly sandwiched and splayed between them. But, somehow, instead of shock and horror, Tricia felt strangely compelled to thrust her cock-filled pelvis, so tightly that the fleecy, golden tufts of her glistening pubic hairs meshed with the dark, virile curls of Paul's pubis.
"O.K. Paul, ole' buddy," Horse snorted, his hot, steaming, lust burned the voluptuous white flesh of Tricia's nude shoulders, "let's show this bitch what a good fuck is!"
With that, Horse buried his cock so deep in Tricia's rectum that she felt as though it were going to come burrowing into her belly! As Horse rammed his black-sodomizing cock into her, Paul pulled upwards on the back thrust, drawing his long, uncircumcised erection almost completely out of the teenage wife, the naked, trembling, pink folds of her invaded pussy clasping tightly around Paul's adulterous meat. Tricia insinuatingly slammed her firm, ripe buttocks impalingly hard onto the immovable, hard pole of Horse's awesome tool as Paul thrust hard onto her, burying his slithering meat in the nerve-packed depths of Tricia's pulsing cunt!
Again and again, the two men repeated the stimulating assault upon the hapless wife, causing her to burn with an insatiable, raging, genital heat!
Yes, there was something wickedly perverse and arousing at the thought of being "worked over" by these two strong studs. Their bodies were potently male, and, as they labored hotly above and below her, the sweat from their naked bodies mingled with the moisture from her own lithe, young form and filled the cave with the unmistakable scent of RAW LUST!
Tricia did not try to use her logic to analyze the situation now; her body would not let her; it was as if her body now had a will of its own. Her sweating, naked thighs were working rapidly to keep up with the rampant and uncontrollable cock-thrusts of the men and she lewdly spread her nude crotch even wider in a wanton effort to take both Paul's and Horse's semen bloated dicks into the twin fissure of her pussy and anus simultaneously!
Tricia could stand it no longer, and she had to verbalize the demonic feelings of heated desire which were sizzling inexorably through her married belly:
"Deeper! Oh, please, fellas! Deeper! Fuck me good! Fuck me deep!"
As the hapless wife, now a complete slave to the elemental dictates of her own body, uttered these imploring words of animalish arousal, she caught a glimpse out of the side of her eye at her husband; he was in a state of complete shock like he was the victim of some forgotten lock-up.
But, at this moment, Tricia didn't care! Oh God! How she loved Paul's wonderfully skewering prick! Ummmm! She loved it as it slithered into her pussy and pleasurably filled her womb with one irresistible and overwhelming desire: ...TO CUM!
Paul placed his hands out to either side of him, raising his body off of Tricia's as he continued to keep his spongy-headed cock still burrowing blurringly in and out of her.
Tricia looked down between the deep valley of her own tits naked cleavage half in wonder and half in curiosity to behold the spectacle of Paul's ruddish, purplish veined penis snaking rapidly in and out of the shamefully exposed crevice between her legs.
It must have been the sight of Paul's fully erect member burrowing into her with frantic insistency, for she felt a tremendous rushing surge of primeval lust as the balm-like juices of her cunt began to flow and bathe Paul's awesome immensity in an arousing flood of dick-stiffening, feminine warmth!
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Paul said. "Your love juices sure do feel good!"
There was a loud, liquid slurping sound as Paul's turgid dick wetly displaced the quivering folds of the voluptuous wife's wantonly abused pussy. Her love juices were flowing so voluminously that the excess dribbled lewdly down her crotch and amply lubricated the immense, black shaft of Horse's dick!
"Hey, honey!" Horse snorted. "Thanks! Ummm! My big ole black pole really's slidin' in and out of your butt now!
Tricia let out a low, guttural mewl as she wrapped her slender, feminine arms around the broad expanse of Paul's back and pulled his athletic torso hard against her. The wife was laboring hard now to bring herself to a screaming and heated orgasm and her head flung violently from side to side as she hissed like a wild animal and rolled her eyes back in her head.
"Ann ...Oh ...Ah ...Oh . . . " Tricia gasped in a strong, staccato rhythm that was in perfect time to the frantic, pagan pelvis lunges and thrusts of her glistening, naked thighs! The frenetic pummeling's of the two men were so wild and bestial that the hapless teenager's legs shot straight up into the air and never once again touched the ground!
The naked, white flesh of Tricia's firm, ample buttocks crowded lewdly against the black, glistening skin of Horse's naked pelvis and the stark contrast between Tricia's virginal-like white skin and the ebony-like flesh of the black man presented a weird and perversely arousing image in the flickering light of the cave.
Then it happened; like an atom bomb, like an iceberg breaking against a rock, like a super nova exploding in outer space, Tricia felt a cosmic rush of mind-searing pleasure and sensation pulse along the nerve-naked bud of her pearly clitoris, through her naked belly, and explode in an orgasmic barrage of screaming energy within the cock-stuffed walls of her pussy!
Tricia's last utterance echoed through the cave and shook its rocky walls as Tricia contorted and twisted her flawless body savagely against the two men who had so wickedly impaled her. She dug her nails wildly into Paul's back and kicked the heels of her feet against his buttocks as she inexhaustedly blurted out the delicious, wicked throes of her own orgasm.
Paul could hold off no longer; he felt a bubble-like surge of cum splatter from his firmly embedded cock and pulse with fire-hydrant like pressure up the ravaged pussy of the wanton wife. Tricia let out a long, low moan of approval as she felt the liquid heat of Paul's viscous jism ricochet off the throbbing walls of her woefully battered pussy and her lingering climax soared to a new height of adulterous ecstasy as Paul pumped violently into her!
Horse was snorting and grunting behind her like a maddened bull now, savagely gripping her thighs and working them with bestial intensity over the rough and heated surface of his groin.
"Ah! Honey!" Horse bellowed in a deep, primal voice as he felt the lust bloated veins in his cock constrict and then expand as the torrential river of his molten semen gushed from the mushroom-shaped cap of his spongy cock head and filled Tricia's shivering anal fissure with what seemed like bucketfuls of boiling lust!
The frantic rapidity of Tricia's violent humping increased to a blurring pace as the black stud emptied the fruits of his unspeakable passion into her naked asshole!
"Yes! Yes! Your hot cum's in me! I can feel it up my ass! I love it! I love it!
There was a strange silence as the two men slowly dismounted Tricia and left her laying exhaustedly in the secluded, fire-lit cave.
As the evening progressed, all of the men who had not already worked their lusts on Tricia, took the opportunity to do so. They went at her savagely and without mercy. One man fucked her from the rear like she was a dog while another abused her mouth by making the voluptuous wife milk his cock to a heated orgasm. After the men had all finished with Tricia, they began drinking again.
EPILOGUE
Only an hour had passed and the men had gotten their clothes on and were huddled around the fire, lewdly recalling the events of the evening. The four bottles of whiskey had all been rapidly consumed and the men were all laden with liquor and boisterously loud.
Suddenly, from the front of the cave, a strong, young voice boomed out:
"ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE FREEZE!"
The young, efficient deputy ranger held his shotgun straight on Horse as ten gun-toting rangers rushed into the cave and covered all of the men.
"Goddammit!" Horse shouted at Paul. "The fucking fire gave us away!"
"That's right buddy!" the ranger said. "One of our helicopters spotted it! We put two and two together an ...well there's a lot of people who want to ask you and your boys some questions about some automobiles!"
Horse glared angrily at the deputy while two rangers handcuffed him.
"Hey, Mike," a dark-haired young deputy said to the ranger who had just spoke to Horse, "look at this!"
The ranger was pointing to Sally, Tricia, Don and Ron who were huddled in a dark corner of the cave. Instantly four deputies untied the husbands and helped the four exhausted people to their feet.
Mike studied the scene for a long time. "You folks aren't with these people, are you?" Mike asked.
"No," Tricia said, her voice breaking. "These men . . . "
"All right, just relax, miss," the ranger said, "we'll get to the bottom of this. Take these folks outside and take them back to town."
Within seconds, the rangers were helping Tricia, Ron, Sally, and Don down the side of the mountain and into safety.
As Tricia gazed into the dark night sky, she saw a million stars, and somehow they gave her a feeling of renewed hope. For she knew that tomorrow night, the stars would still be there, and somehow, the infallible permanency of the stars assured her that some things do not change. Maybe it would be that way with her and her husband. Maybe their relationship did not have to change, or at least they could restore it to its original state. She certainly could not think about what had happened, only what could happen.
Tricia turned her thoughts to the hopes and dreams of tomorrow . . .
...for only tomorrow would become real and the past would become a dream.
