F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

"I'll take care of you later!" he growled, motioning Bill Wunder away from his kneeling position between Lois' fear-trembling legs.

Lois had watched in wide-eyed fear and horror as the tough, black-bearded leader had delivered those hurtful blows to Vivian's beautiful face. Oh, God h-he's some kind of a-a… sadistic mad man…!

Bill Wunder was stretched out beside her, now, and his hands began to roam down across the flat smoothness of her belly and back up to her breast, removing Buck's hand from it; then, he too dropped his head down to take the distended coral nipple into his mouth. He used his teeth to nibble on it, painfully… but even so, she felt the tingling sensuality of it, her breast seeming to swell and push up at his mouth. There was a hungry mouth on each breast, now… and she looked up, helplessly, at Mickey Blackum as he leered down into her face and told her, "Baby… you're going to get fucked… like you've never been fucked before!"

"P-Please… don't…?" she pleaded. "I–I've… never…"

"Never… what?"

"… Done it with more than one… m-man…!" she trembled.

"Then… it'll be even more fun because you're going to be stuffed with cock every place it's possible to put one!"

"Oh… Gooodddddd! Nooooooooo!" she wailed, her imagination working overtime, the bizarre, vile ideas slashing through her brain… leaving her almost in shock. H-He can't mean that… it's monstrous… inhuman…!

Buck Sloan looked up from her breast he was mauling and asked, "Mickey when do we start on the real fun things?"

"Hell… anytime you want except that I'm going to fuck her in the cunt!" the gang leader grunted, as he dropped his head down between her thighs, his tongue lashing out to the short, hardened length of her sensate clitoris.

Ecstatic sensations throbbed there, as he licked her several times before taking the sensitive bud between his teeth, lightly, his hotly moist tongue dancing directly on the nerve-rich head of the miniature phallus. She couldn't hold back her moan of pleasure; it just came tumbling out of her mouth.

Peeper Martin crawled onto the bed just then, looking for a piece of the action. Buck Sloan chose that moment to kneel up; growlingly, he told Bill on the other side of her, "Move your ass, Wunder Boy… I'm going to try something!"

Grumbling, Bill moved away, enough to allow the small, bandy-legged Sloan to straddle Lois' chest. She looked up at him through her tears, her eyes pleading, but he ignored her tears, telling her, "Listen, baby… I'm going to fuck you between the tits… so you hold them up with your hands… and kind of push them together… understand?"

Lois tilted her head down to look between her quivering breasts. She saw Buck's short but very thick cock jutting out, menacingly, and as she gasped with disbelief of the thing he wanted to do, he spat into the palm of his hand, reached down and gripped the fat shaft of his cock and, slowly, stroked the foreskin back to reveal it's shiny, throbbing head. With deliberate slowness, he rubbed his saliva all over it.

"Damn… you've got the prettiest set of tits… I've ever seen!" he chortled, his ferret eyes looking out at her with salacious desire.

She had made no move to follow his instructions. "Get them pushed up… like I told you…!"

"N-No!" she told him. "That's horrible…"

"You got no choice… Baby-Doll! Bill… do it for her… and make damn sure you hold them tight!"

Bill Wunder knelt at her head, and reaching out to the soft, swelling mounds of her tingling breasts, pushed them up, cupping them from the sides, until the valley between them was closed; then Buck Sloan flexed his hips forward to drive his heavy cock between them. She felt it bulk against the cringing softness of her satiny smooth flesh, as it forced its way into the confined space. Oh, God… I n-never thought of this…!

Leaning forward, now, Buck began to plunge in and out of the narrow valley between her breasts. She felt the moistly warm shaft, throbbing against the sensitive flesh… while below Mickey's tongue was driving her wild with desire, as it stabbed in and out of her now searingly ecstatic cuntal passage… and when his tongue worked down, momentarily, to play, moistly, warmly, on the puckered flesh of her anus, she moaned with the abject humiliation of it… at the same time as her hips undulated up to that tormenting tongue for more of the same.

Martin had watched as Buck crawled up astraddle of the blonde to begin fucking her between the tits. He decided to wait; there was nothing he could do right then, but there was the black-haired bitch. She was still curled up, sobbing from the hurts Mickey had inflicted. Terry, in the other end of the trailer was naked, now, and she was crawling up into the bunk where Stan and Harry lay tied hand and foot. So that left Vivian. With strong hands he pulled her up.

"Get up on your knees!" he ordered.

Vivian obeyed him, silently, getting up on all fours, her full found naked buttocks waving, whitely, in the air. Peeper Martin moved in behind her. He was interested only in straight fucking, right then. His cock lanced out, rigid and ready, and without further preparation, he grasped his rock-hard cock, directed it to the pulsing opening of her cunt and rammed it into her, hard. It was a dry entrance, but he didn't care, as with animal force he plundered her, his cock going into the soft cuntal flesh like an unpeeled log.

"OOoohh!" Vivian groaned. "Wait… until… I'm r-ready!"

Martin, knowing that he was defying his leader, Mickey Blackum, merely withdrew until only the lust-inflated head of his demanding prick remained in the abraded vestibule of her vagina, then gripping her hips above the swelling curve, he gored into her, again and again, fucking her, animalistically. After a few moments of this, Vivian began to feel the sensations of sexual need, and her hips began to waggle back at him, countering his feral, plunging cock.

Lois, lying there, with Buck Sloan astraddle her chest, mindlessly, shoving his cock in and out, between her breasts, while Bill held them up, pushing them together, to form the channel of warm, satiny flesh into which he thrust, using the space between as a surrogate cunt, was helpless to stop it. Her mind was in a daze. She was responding, against her will, to the tongue Mickey Blackum shot into her, in tempo to the flexing hips of Buck Sloan. Oh… I–I can't stand it! His t-tongue's… so good… and I can't help it! She remembered how she had listened and watched as this same man had sucked… and fucked that girl, called Terry, that night, on the sleeping bag. God! How hot she had been! How much she had wanted it then! Now… it's about to happen… for real…! Oh, God! I've got to have it! I've got to have his cock… i-in me… fucking me! Now!

Without thought, unconsciously, her hands drifted up to cup themselves under Bill Wunder's hands. Realizing, instantly, what she wanted, he slipped his hands away, and her hands replaced his. She was cupping her tingling breasts up around the fat, pulsing cock that slid wetly between them. She looked up at Buck Sloan's face. His eyes were closed. He breathed, raspily, through his mouth, which was hanging open, almost witlessly, as he pumped back and forth, driving his cock into the soft whiteness of the tight channel between Lois' full-mounded breasts. Suddenly, she realized that he was almost ready to cum… and now, below, her hips ground up to Mickey's mouth, countering his rhythmic tonguing of her desire-filled cunt… wanting it to be filled with rampaging cock.

With a quick, forceful, final thrust, Buck Sloan came. His cock jerked, spewing his cum into the hollow of her breasts, as he held himself rigidly immobile, his face reflecting the animal satisfaction he felt as his lewd sperm was emptied from him. "Christ!" he gasped. "That's… almost as good as a tight cunt!"