Jason Cannon - Swap mates

"Take my panties off, Billy. Take 'em off and come inside me!"

He moved down to her feet. He was just reaching under her, lifting her ass to remove her panties, when the three figures came out of the trees. She screamed, but it was too late. One of them hit Billy and when she jumped up the help him, the same man hit her.

And now she was in a car. She could feel one of them on each side of her. She guessed that the third one was driving. What were they going to do? Silly question. She knew what they were going to do.

She moved again.

"Hey… our little prize pussy is awake!"

"Good," came a voice on the other side of her. A hand slapped her thigh and made its way nearly to her pussy before she snapped her legs together.

"Who… who are you? Where's Billy?"

"If Billy's your boy friend," skid the driver over his shoulder, "he's back at the park, tied to a tree."

They were all young, but she didn't recognize them.

"What do you want?"

"Shit," said the boy on her right side. "You know what we want."

He reached over and cupped her chin, holding her face steady, and clamped his lips to hers. He sucked at her tongue as if he was trying to pull it from her mouth.

The boy behind her started stroking her ass through the thin skirt. Then she realized that his hand wasn't encumbered by a skirt. She tried to slide down in the seat away from his hand. She jerked, her eyes flaring wide. She felt his hand on her bare flesh, just above the tight band of her panties.

At last she was released, gasping. She whipped her head away as soon as his hand left her smarting jaw. She looked down.

"Oh!"

Her skirt was gone.

And all the buttons on her blouse had been pulled off. She was sitting between her two captors wearing a bra, part of a blouse, and then panties. And that was all.

She whimpered in shame and embarrassment and fear. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, jiggling atop the padded shelf of the bra.

"Hey, don't bide 'em, baby. You got the sweetest set of tits I've ever seen!"

Each wrist was seized. The two boys moved almost in unison, grasping her arms again. They held them, their knuckles hard on her thighs. She bit her lip.

They wouldn't, she thought. How could they be so vile!

Wouldn't they? Why else did males grab females? They'd use her. All three of them. Humping and pumping their youthful cocks into her softness. And at that moment it occurred to her that if they were willing to risk a rape charge, they might risk more. They'd use her and… and beat her up?

"You're gonna be some good pussy, baby." It was the one who had kissed her so roughly. His hand rose to caress the thrusting, firm breast nearest him. It quivered seeming to try to wince away from his fingers.

She writhed, trying to free herself. She jerked both wrists and kicked out with both legs and tried to burl her body all over the car. The driver grunted when she kicked the back of his seat, and the car swerved wildly.

"Hey, Goddamnit, can't you control that bitch, you guys?"

"Keep 'er on the road, Hal," the one on her right said, clamping her wrist in one hand and her breast in the other, hard. "Slap her, Tim!"

The boy called Tim, on her left, cocked his arm and slapped her across the face.

Her eyes snapped shut and tears squirted from the tightly clenched eyelids. "Oooooowwwww!" Her hand dropped immediately to the tight pressed tops of her thighs. She felt his thumb nudge against the soft bulging seam of her vulva, tightening her panties against it as he added a little pressure.

"You be still and shut up," he hissed, "or I'll ram this thumb right up in your juicy pussy!"

"Hey, Chris," the driver, Hal, said over his shoulder to the boy on her right. "We're there."

"Good," Chris said, and then laughed. "I can hardly wait… I already got a hard-on crawling down my leg halfway to my fucking knee!"

"You're filthy," Jodie gasped.

"Shut up," Chris snapped, and slapped her thigh so that the flesh jerked and tingled. She tried clamping her thighs together, but Tim's thumb was still there, pressed snugly against her vulva.

His other hand rose callously to wipe across the up-tilted bulge of her breasts. She gasped, trying to pull her wrists free. Not only did both of them hold on, but Tim let her feel a slight extra pressure at the softly firm little cushion of her pubic mound. His other hand pinched her tit. She gasped again and tried to be very still.

Carelessly, cautiously, they played with her breasts. And Tim kept his thumb in place. The slightest bump in the road, the faintest twitch of the wheel, made it poke a little harder at her cringing pubic bulge. Suddenly she was slammed sideways against Chris as tires screeched and the car swerved violently.

Then they were being jolted and jostled against each other as the car, moved too fast over a bumpy road. Trees lined it closely on both sides.

There was only the rough back wood road through the windshield, in the headlights' beam. That, and the vague, dark shapes of trees, and a tiny house in the moonlight.

The car stopped.

"Let's go, baby," Chris said, hooking his finger in her bra and pulling her from the car.

Inside the little cabin, they threw her onto a rug. Behind her a fireplace roared. It was the only light.

Tim was behind her, holding her as she struggled. Chris, who seemed to be the leader, planted himself in front of her. His hands were rolled into fists and he cocked his right arm. "How do you want it… the easy way, or the hard way? We could mess you up good, baby."

Jodie let her head bang as Chris removed what was left of her blouse. Tim kept a firm grip on her wrists. Then Chris was undoing her bra. Her breasts spilled nakedly into view and all three of them gasped. Tim was leaning over her shoulder, looking down at her jiggling mounds of flesh.

"Looky what we got for ourselves, Chris."

"I noticed already."

A hand went over each breast and fingers massaged her firm white flesh. "No!" she gasped. "Like hell."

He worked at her hills until the nipples turned a blood red and stuck out like nails. Grunting his pleasure at her response, Chris leaned down and kissed each breast roughly.

"What about me?" Tim complained. "Keep your shirt on."

"Shit, I don't want to keep my shirt on."

They shoved her pants down until they fell in a heap at her feet. Then Chris leaned forward and placed his hands on her cunt, hooking his thumbs inside the lips and spreading them open. Again he grunted his satisfaction.

He shoved forward and, instinctively, Jodie drew her hips back, but she rammed her buttocks into Tim's loins. She could feel his prick pressing against her backside and she wondered if he'd already opened his fly to let his cock hang out.

Now Chris was opening his zipper and his cock lashed out like a whip, thudding against her thigh. Then he moved in and his cock was threading its way through her pubic hairs, seeking her clasping hole.

He found the target and lurched forward until the head of his cock was fastened inside her outer lips. His prick was throbbing and she watched a small blue vein along its shaft pump furiously. He pushed again and the head went all the way in; he promptly buried half his length inside her.

He was massive and she felt her canal filled to bunting, but she tried desperately not to respond. He was moving so fast that there had been no time to generate any lubrication and he was hurting her. But it was a pain that was filled with promise of sexual fulfillment. God! She didn't want it, but she couldn't turn herself off like a machine.

"I'm making progress!" he blurted to Tim.

From behind her, Jodie felt a stiffened cock against her naked buttocks. So he had been ready. They were both ready to work her over.