Gregory Mason - The helpless captive

Her beautiful face still buried in Lydia's cum-flooded cunt, Kathy began to sob out her shame and humiliation. But quickly she rationalized the emotions aside… Art need never know. She had been forced to do what she did – and she was only human! Could she be blamed if her body betrayed her? Certainly not! What would they have done to her if she'd refused?

She could not look young Jim in the eye as she turned to lie on her side. She let Lydia's hands rove at will over her trembling flesh, all guilt vanquished by the very touch of the sex-skilled young girl. With a satisfied grin, Lydia winked at Jim.

"Well, I feel much better now that I've had the cop's wife… and hey, is that a hard-on I see? Bring it over here and let me check it out."

Jim wanted to break her neck! The little bitch had him in her grasp, all right. He'd have to please her or she'd go running to the cops, tell everything. That would be the end of his short career. His dad had been able to get him off the possession and selling charge back East, but kidnapping… that was a Federal rap! Damn it! He'd planned on just keeping Kathy McGuire around for an afternoon, letting her go home that night. It would have been her word against theirs, but when they started smoking dope and drinking that whiskey, everything seemed to fall apart.

Slowly he stood up and walked toward the bed, stepping over Mark's and Robert's legs, the both of them awake now, groaning and rubbing their aching heads. Jim's rigid cock jerked with each step, his balls already filling again with semen because of the way the blatant display of lesbianism had aroused him. Like a helpless slave in old New Orleans vendue, he allowed Lydia to finger his swollen genitals, even to guide the pulsing head of his cock to her soft lips and suck it appraisingly into the hot vault of her mouth. He felt her dexterous tongue swirl around the length of his cock shaft while her hand squeezed his bloated testicles.

"Not as hard as I've seen it before," the girl said. "But it will do," she teased. "I've been waiting a hell of a long time for this fuck, and you'd better make it a good one, Jim boy!" she threatened. "Lie on the bed on your back while we get you nice and wet. You, Kathy, come on, we're going down on him together, and then he's going to fuck us both until neither of us can walk!"

God damn! thought Jim, a crooked smile growing on his face. He stared over into the dark corner of the room, watching Robert stagger to his feet, gag dryly, then crawl on all fours over to the bed.

"Hey! How 'bout me," grunted Robert, his long hair hanging in his eyes that looked like roadmaps, so red were they. "That ain't fair! You got two women and you already had Kathy once… me and Mark don't get anything!"

"Get lost, creep!" spat Jim nastily. "I'm the leader of this gang, I get the women! Now go outside and throw up before you smell up this whole damned place!"

Robert's eyes crossed with hatred, his lips curled with anger. Who did Jim think he was, talking to him, Robert, like that and in front of women, too. And what had Jim offered him for risking his neck, except five lousy bucks and a couple of joints? Shit! He stumbled out the door.

Jim lay down, his long cock sticking up in the air as the two women bent over him. Kathy gagged slightly, staring down at mushroom head of Jim's young cock. She hadn't even done that to Art… ever! Faltering, she waited, hoping Jim would not miss her mouth, praying Lydia could do the work of two. But it didn't work.

It was Lydia who protested, "Hey, come on bitch! Get down on him! I can't do this all by myself."

Obediently, her tongue slithered out to touch Jim's trembling flesh. "Suck his balls!" she heard Lydia mumble from where she labored over the head of his cock.

Kathy experimentally sucked his young balls into her mouth and rolled them on her tongue as Lydia's avid lips ovaled tightly around the mushroom-shaped head of Jim's cock. Between them they licked the thick staff until it was slick and gleaming with their saliva. Then Lydia pulled Kathy back and straddled the boy, her hips over his rigid phallus, her wet cunt lips sliding up and down the length of his stiffened cock.

"Hold it straight up and aim it right at my pussy!" she ordered Kathy. The redhead obeyed, thankful that they'd granted her a reprieve. She watched the bulbous head disappear into the soft lips of Lydia's pussy as she held it upright by the thick base. The young girl, who couldn't have been a day over fourteen, closed her eyes in blissful anticipation of being fucked to the depths of her belly with a rampant male cock. Suddenly she dropped her entire weight on the trembling youth.

"Eeeeyyyaagghhh!" the dark-haired girl cried out as with a wet sluicing sound as Jim's cock was buried to the hilt in her hotly straining young pussy, and his fuzz-covered balls were wedged in the wide-splayed crack of her ass-cheeks. "Oh, fuck! What a sweet prick!"

Furiously, the raven-haired girl began to rise and fall on Jim's blood engorged cock, groaning in wanton, lewd ecstasy, swinging her churning buttocks in a wide raping circle.

Groaning, the blonde haired boy screwed wildly up into the thrashing young cunt as Lydia labored frantically over his upheaving pelvis.

Fascinated, Kathy watched intently as his long, slippery pole of male flesh fucked in and out of the girl's tightly-clasping pussy and saw the sheer animal lust on Lydia's passion-contorted face. She realized this was the first time she ever seen two people fucking, and it had a wildly arousing erotic effect on her. She found her hand straying under the tossing buttocks of Lydia to cup and fondle Jim's hairless bouncing balls while her mouth came down on his belly, her tongue making hot, wet little circles on his hard-muscled flesh.

"Put your cunt on his mouth and let him eat you!" the girl rasped.

Quickly Kathy swung her leg over Jim's gaping mouth and squirmed her still-wet pussy down onto his feverish lips. Without hesitation he spread the tip of his tongue like a burrowing snaked far up into her clasping cunt. Now she and Lydia worked on the boy together, rocking back and forth, facing each other. Suddenly Lydia reached out to pull Kathy's face close and kissed her full on the mouth, driving her swirling tongue deep into Kathy's eagerly parted lips.

For Kathy time seemed to stand still as they ravaged each other's straining bodies. Now all conception of right and wrong vanished from her mind. She was aware only of the wild perverse sexual pleasure the three were enjoying here in the old dilapidated cabin.

Strangely enough, it was the raven haired teenager who gave out first. She had cum convulsively time after time as the boy's relentless cock slammed into her wetly dripping cunt lips, crying out her lewd, obscene completion, her lovely young face a frenzied mask of lust.

But Jim was riding high! He felt like he could fuck forever! Better still, he had two women to fondle and fuck him. Life couldn't be sweeter. Kathy was so drained from her earlier orgasms that she couldn't climb to the peak again, but it was fantastically stimulating to have Jim's young mouth working on her cunt so laboriously while Lydia sucked her tongue and urgently squeezed her jouncing breasts. Finally with a final cry of completely sensual satiation, Lydia ended the three-way coupling.

"Ohhh… aahhhhh! Again! I'm cumming again, you beautiful fucker…! Stop before you tear my cunt in half!" With a quick movement, Lydia dislodged herself from the boy's savagely impaling cock and rolled away on the mattress, hands covering her ravaged pussy. She shook like a bowl of jello for a minute as Jim pushed Kathy off his face.

"And what the hell do I do with this?" Jim demanded, taking his slickly wet cock in his fist and pumping it at the two women. "This was all your idea, Lydia. Everything was just cool until you came by." Shit! What good were two women when neither of them had the energy to make it?