F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

The fourth man, he noticed, had stayed near the door, but now, he, too, began to strip his clothing off. The young boy was still fully clothed. When Peeper Martin was finally standing there, naked, he looked toward the tableau on the bed and saw that there was no place for him, there, yet, remembering Mickey's admonition that the black-haired bitch, who was kneeling over the leader's loins with his big cock in her mouth, was not to be touched by any of the gang, he turned to Terry and said, "Get it up for me… Terry!" He reached down to grasp and lift his slowly hardening cock by the shaft, as without hesitation, the small, pixie-like boy knelt before him and took his prick into his mouth.

It was only a foot from Stan's face. He watched with revulsion, as tiny hands reached under to titillate the big man's balls, the equally, tiny mouth beginning to absorb more and more of the rapidly growing cock. Damn fag! Pretty boy! Christ! It's disgusting!

After a few moments, Peeper began to move his hips backward and forward, to drive more of his fully erect cock deep into the boy's mouth and throat; then, suddenly, he withdrew it and growled. "That's enough! Now… why don't you have your fun with these guys… while I'm busy with that blonde bitch!"

Stan was appalled. Tied up as he and Harry were… they would be helpless! This young faggot could do anything with them he wanted! For the first time since the motorcycle gang had invaded the trailer, he felt a slamming fear in his guts. There's no telling what the little fag'll do! He considered the possibilities: He could force us to suck him off… fuck him in the ass… or… he might want to shove his prick up our assholes! Christ! It was a grim picture he conjured… and he didn't like it at all!

He watched as Peeper walked to the other end of the trailer and crawled up on the bed. There was a general shifting of people, then… but he wasn't able to watch it all.

His attention was drawn, fully, to the small, leather-clad figure, who sat down on the bed next to him… and whose small hand reached out to his now flaccid prick, "Mickey said… if I wanted to… I could make it with you two…" The voice was high, musical… almost like a woman's voice, but Stan tried to roll his hips away, strangled noises coming from his mouth through the gag.

"Oh… you can't talk!" Those tiny hands reached up to remove the tape from his mouth.

"Now… what do you want to say…?"

"Keep your hands off of me you damned faggot!" Stan grunted.

A trilling laugh tinkled from those too-pretty lips. "That's funny… almost too funny for words!"

… Then, Stan watched in amazement, as Terry removed her jacket and tossed it aside. Next her boy's shirt was slowly unbuttoned to reveal a pair of the loveliest woman's breasts he had ever seen. They were small, firm, pouting upward, and the nipples, small, berry-like were hardening into tiny cones of sensitive flesh. Whipping off the shirt, she was nude from the waist up.

"Does that look like I could be a gay one…?" she asked, challengingly.

Stan stared at the beauty before him and gasped, "God… I wouldn't have believed it! You're beautiful"

"… And, all the rest of me matches!" she told him with a smile. "Now do you want me to touch you… or not?"

Below, unbidden, his big cock was throbbing to erection. "It sure as hell puts things in a different light… but it's going to be hard for me… to do anything for you… tied up like this…" he suggested.

"I–I couldn't let you go!" she explained. "Mickey won't allow me to!"

Then, she reached over to remove the tape from Harry's mouth. As soon as he was stripped of the gag, he said, "Baby… if you let us go… I can guarantee you the best fuck you've ever had!"

"I–I can't do it… so don't ask me, again!"

Terry removed her jeans, boots, socks and panties. She was completely nude, as she crawled up on the bed with Stan and Harry. She went on, "… But, don't worry… we'll all have a good time!" Her eyes swept down to gaze at the two big cocks spearing up, fully hardened… and ready. "I know I'll be satisfied… you've both got cocks that don't stop!"

With studied casualness, she knee walked over and straddled Stan's face, then leaning forward and to the side, she grasped Harry's outsize cock, her tiny hand not able to encircle its girth; at the same time, she lowered her loins down over Stan's face. "First… we'll do a little cock-sucking… and cunt-licking!" she instructed.

Stan looked up into the tender, moist furrow above him, and just as soon as she dropped her loins down into range, his tongue shot out to bury itself in the liquid depths of her pulsingly needful young cunt. An unbidden moan of desire escaped his lips, as he savored the pungent tang of her viscously bedewed vagina. Yes! Things had certainly changed in just a few moments. His only wish was that his hands could be free; it would really be fun, then…

As Terry's lips came down over his cock's head, throbbing lustily with desire, Harry muttered, "Suck it… good, Terry, baby! Suck it good!" His hips thrust up at her… and she began to bob her head, expertly, over him. Damn! This's something! Imagine… me, Harry Williams… being raped by a little slip of a girl!

Lying there, between the two virile men, a third one down below, using his hands to pull apart the cringing petals of her moistly throbbing cunt, Lois was terror-stricken, as she felt the wash of warm air over her exposed flesh. Oh, he's going t-to… use his mouth on m-me!

She felt her cheeks flame at the thought. She had never allowed Stan to do it to her… but now… she could do nothing to stop it! It was going to happen… and she didn't even know who it was!

Suddenly, then, the moist warmth of his tongue was there. She felt it go right into her vaginal orifice. His tongue was actually inside her, now! Oh, God, no! She tried to screw her hips down into the mattress to escape that vile act… but it was no use. His long, agile oral member plunged in and out of her, then moved in tantalizing circles just inside her cuntal opening. The glowing warmth of her arousal was suddenly fanned into roaring flames, as intense sexual sensations keened, excitingly, in her belly. She moaned, helplessly, up into Mickey's avid mouth… and she suddenly, realized that she wasn't trying to back away from that hot, probing tongue in her cunt. She was undulating her hips up to that mouth that tantalized so tormentingly, there below, in her sensate love flesh.

Mickey raised his head, breaking the long kiss, and growled, "That's enough sucking… bitch!"

Vivian was disappointed. She was hoping that she would be able to suck him to ejaculation, her reasoning being that it would save Lois from his punishing cock; although, the time had seemed to pass so slowly, it had been but a very few minutes… since the motorcycle gang had stormed into the trailer. She didn't stop immediately. Doggedly, she went on bobbing her head over him.

Reaching down, the bearded leader grabbed a handful of her shiny black hair and hauled her head up off his pulsingly ready prick; then his other hand swung in a short arc, his open palm catching her full in the face. The crack of his hand on the soft flesh of her face was loud in the trailer. "When I tell you something… you do it… right then!" he grated through clenched, angry teeth.

It hurt! God! It hurt… terribly, but Vivian would not cry. He wouldn't make her cry! She raised up and leaned back on her heels. Glaring at him, defiantly, she hissed, "Okay… big man… you're the boss! Do you get your kicks… by beating up on women…?"

"… And, what if I do…?"

"You're sick!"

CRACK! Mickey's hand slashed at her face, again.

"Sick!" Vivian howled.

CRACK!

"Siiiiickkkkk!" she screamed, collapsing back on the bed, her eyes streaming from the pain of his punishing slaps.