F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

Peeper grunted, as he slaved away behind her; then as he felt the acid burning of impending ejaculation, he jerked his finger from her rectum and drove even deeper and harder into her wildly clasping vagina… until his big cock erupted in a geyser of spewing semen. "Christ!" he moaned. "What a fucking ride… that was!" They collapsed together across the foot of the bed, Vivian sliding down to her stomach with Peeper on top of her. He smiled to himself. Everything's working out, perfect…! But, he had to work fast now!

Mickey heard Vivian's scream as she came to climax with Peeper Martin. That bastard's ruined my plans for her… but good! I'll feed him his fucking cock… before I kill him!

In a very few moments, Peeper got up off of Vivian, gave her behind a little pat and, stealthily, crept off the bunk bed. He dressed himself, quickly, then collected all of the gang's abandoned weapons. He had three pistols and three switch blade knives. The knives went into his pocket; the pistols were stuck in his belt. Every person in the trailer was busily engaged in a sex activity, except Buck Sloan. He raised up to see what Peeper was doing… why he was fully dressed. Crawling off the bed, he approached Martin, asking, "Where the hell you going?" Only when Peeper turned toward him did the small, bandy-legged, ferret-eyed gang member see the arsenal of weapons in Peeper's belt.

It was too late. Peeper drew one of the pistols and swung it in a short arc to crash against Buck's forehead. The injured man went down, without a sound, sprawling heavily to the floor… unconscious.

Peeper's next move was unpredictable. He gathered up Terry's clothing, then grasping her by her long, auburn hair, he pulled her mouth off of Stan's big jerking cock. "We're splitting he hissed at her! Get your ass off that square and let's go!"

"What are you yakking about?" she asked. "W-We can't do that… and besides I'm going to cum… pretty soon!"

"To hell with that! I'm taking care of all that from now on! You're riding with me! You're going to be my mama!"

"Why… what's happening?"

"This's the end of Blackum's rope!" he told her showing her the pistols.

Harry understood, instantly, as he listened to Peeper. "Just cut us loose… and leave a couple of those guns!" he suggested.

"I'm not making it that easy!" Martin grunted.

Stan looked down the length of the trailer to see that Mickey was slamming his cock, pile-drive hard, into his wife's demanding cunt… while the other, silvery-blonde gang member was forcing his prick deep into Lois' mouth and throat. Vivian was stretched out at the foot of the bed… and in the middle of the floor Buck Sloan lay unconscious. God damn! He raged to himself. Both those sons-of-bitches… are raping her at the same time! His cock jerked with frustration. Terry's mouth had brought him to the point of no return. Christ! His balls ached, terribly, with his need to cum. There was one thing Peeper could do. He suggested it.

"Do one thing… before you go! Tell Vivian to come over here…!"

"Okay!" He thrust Terry's clothes at her. "Start getting dressed!" He walked to the other end of the trailer, leaned over Vivian and murmured, "Go get into the other bunk, now… because all hell's going to bust loose in here… in just a few minutes!"

Vivian, sensing a favorable turn of events but not knowing exactly what was happening, obeyed. She got off the bunk bed, quietly, and padded to the other end of the trailer, suppressing a gasp as she saw Buck Sloan stretched out, still unconscious. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

Slipping on her jeans and shirt and carrying her jacket and boots, Terry McCauley followed Peeper Martin out of the trailer. They ran to the gang's campsite, where Martin, quickly, stripped ignition parts from the other's motorcycles and flung them into the brush. In a few minutes, Terry was packed. He tied the pack onto his motorcycle, and with Terry up behind him, eased out of the campground. Always the opportunist, Terry had no qualms about what she was doing. All she knew was that she was riding with the smartest and the strongest. It was obvious that Mickey Blackum was in for a tremendous fall. Somewhere, he had made a serious mistake!

The three people on the bed, at the rear of the trailer, were completely oblivious of all else but the rapture of their sexual couplings. Lois, lay on her back while Mickey's cock thundered into her needful cunt, while at the same time, Bill Wunder, his eyes closed, raced his long thin cock in and out of her warmly moist, sucking mouth. He was almost ready to cum. His breath was raspy and his hips jerked with the urgency of his need.

Suddenly, the head of his cock began to expand, hotly, in her mouth. It was her first inkling of his nearness to orgasm. She hadn't even thought about it… before, until her mouth and throat was flooded with an almost continuous jetting flow of his white, hot, lewdly pumping semen. God! He's cumming… i-in my m-mouth! She swallowed… and swallowed to keep from gagging, while he used the strength of his legs to force it ever deeper into her throat. She heard his gasp of joy… and she kept sucking and swallowing, wildly… wanting all of it… after her first shock of gagging revulsion.

… Then, within a very few plundering strokes, Mickey, too, came to his thundering climax. His sperm shot from the slitted head of his demanding cock far up into the wildly clasping confines of her cuntal sheath.

"Christ!" he blurted. "What a gorgeous cunt!"

With a satisfied grunt he collapsed, twisting his body aside, slightly, because Bill Wunder still sat astride her breasts, his cock rammed deep into her mouth, as the last of his cum was pumped from him.

It had taken only a few moments for Vivian to free Stan Brewster and her husband, Harry; then, using the rolls of surgical tape, she knelt on the floor of the trailer and bound the unconscious Buck Sloan.

Harry slipped his P-38 Luger from a drawer, while Stan slipped, stealthily, to the kitchen area, where he found a ten-inch butcher's knife.

It was a surprised Bill Wunder, who opened his glazed eyes to look into the muzzle of Harry's unwavering pistol. Williams, his face set in grim lines, warned him to silence and waved him off the bed. Stan and Vivian, working together, swiftly, tied him and gagged him. He lay on the floor of the trailer near Buck Sloan, his pale blue eyes blazing with helpless frustration.

What she was seeing didn't register on Lois. She tottered on the crumbling edge of orgasmic release. Mickey had satisfied his own lust… and now he lay, heavily, on top of her, not moving, his cock growing flaccid within her inflamed vagina. She moaned aloud. "Oh, God… don't stop… now! Keep it up! Keep on f-fucking me… until I cum!"

Stan heard his wife's pleading. Damn… she's begging him for it… and the son-of-a-bitch can't do anything for her! The knowledge of her need… the fact she had begged to be fucked worked in him. He, too, had been brought to a towering level of desire… until Peeper Martin had pulled Terry's mouth off of him. Christ! He wanted to fuck her, on the instant… but first he and Harry would have to immobilize the bearded gang leader!

Moving in close, holding the big knife in one hand, Stan reached out with the other, grabbed a large handful of Mickey's black hair and yanked his head up to glare into his face. Harry pressed the muzzle of his pistol against Blackum's temple.

"Get up… slow and easy! It's all over… for you!" Stan growled.

Mickey was startled. "What the hell!" He tried to roll away, but Stan held him close, bringing the sharp butcher's knife up under his bearded chin.

"Move!" Harry Williams barked.

"Peeper! Buck! Wunder Boy!" Mickey shrilled.

"It's no use! We've got two of them… and one bugged out! He took the girl with him!" Stan grated, jerking hard on Mickey's hair.