John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

The bunch of hikers had come out of nowhere it seemed. One minute Brit had been handcuffed to that hot car hood, her wrists aching, her poor little cunt swollen open and raw. And the next moment voices had echoed in her ears. Three big men with overgrown beards had pushed through the tangle of undergrowth and stopped short. Well, two of them had overgrown beards. The third was a younger guy, tall and rangy with blue eyes that never left her once from the beginning. And where was Will, the stud cop? Passed out under a tree, the bottle still in his hand.

It was the biggest one who jumped at the situation. He quieted the others and then found the key to the handcuffs. Brit had been too scared to yell or say anything. She only knew they were letting her go – at least for the time being. The big one – his name was Rorry – locked the cuffs around Will's wrists without even awakening him from his drunken slumber. Then he threw the keys over in the brush and hid Will's clothes.

"All my life I been dying to catch a lousy cop with his pants down…" Rorry laughed. The young hiker – Brit heard them call him Cal – just looked at her like he hadn't eaten in months. It made Brit feel weird. God, he was good-looking. But he wasn't bossing the operation, that was plain.

Rorry and Bob, the third man, motioned Cal to tie Brit's wrists. She knew he was embarrassed at their order, so she made it easier for him. He kept looking at her small, white breasts, the pink nipples, her flat tummy. He couldn't get the knots to work at all.

"Don't hurry so much," she whispered, seeing that Rorry was getting impatient with the boy.

"Look, I don't like tying you up." He swallowed hard. "You got any clothes around?"

"She won't need no clothes, Cal!" Rorry said, holding onto the handle of his hunting knife. "Not where we're going." A chill ran over Brit. She gave Cal a soft look for his effort to try and help. Cal looked hungrier than ever. He got the knot tied finally and grabbed the rope.

"You keep track of her, Cal," Rorry ordered. "It'll be your ass if she gets away." The big man motioned towards the trail they'd been on and Cal urged Brit ahead of him. All she had on was a pair of sandals. In just a few moments they were lost in the underbrush, leaving Will handcuffed and naked behind them.

Brit was too tired to notice how long they'd been walking, how far they'd come. But when they broke out into the clearing, she wasn't too exhausted to recognize Jeb Caruthers' old car. Rorry motioned them all to stop and went ahead himself. Brit watched him throw open the front door and then start laughing like crazy. He whistled for the rest of them to come ahead.

"This local yokel was getting him a little redheaded pussy," Rorry laughed. Brit felt dizzy when she saw the figures in the room, Jody, her best and only friend, lay fled to a narrow bunk. Jed Caruthers leaned weakly against the wall, his prick hard and glossy with Jody's juices. There was no one else in the cabin. Jody had been crying long before Rorry had thrown the door wide. There were rope bums on her ankles and wrists and she squirmed miserably as the men all looked at her.

"We got us two chicks now," Rorry guffawed, poking Bob. Bob licked his mustache and laughed louder than necessary. Cal touched Brit lightly on the back. Brit's mind tumbled out of control. What was happening anyway? What was Jody doing up here in the sticks with Jeb Caruthers? Brit was certain her friend was afraid of him.

Rorry motioned to Bob. "Take this shithead with half a hard-on out to the shed in back and tie him up good. He's not invited to our party." Rorry picked up the bottle of Scotch from the table. "Now I know this ain't yours," he said to Jeb as Bob shoved him out, the door. "You couldn't afford something so good. Must'a stole it." He sniffed the contents and then swigged. Then he held it out to Cal.

"No thanks."

"Aw, come on kid… have a snort." When Cal shook his head again, Rorry took another big swallow. Then he wandered around the room, poking at things. Finally he went to the table and put down the bottle.

"Looks like they knew we wanted to party," he laughed. "This is good stuff." Brit shuddered as Rorry looked right at her. Then he picked up the bottle again and held it towards her. "Hey sweetheart, you want some?" She decided to humor the bully.

"Uhh… sure…" Brit sipped from the bottle, then coughed. She hated him suddenly, hated him very much. Poor Jody was still tied on that bed, her eyes darting around frantically. Neither of them had acknowledged that they knew each other.

"Well," Rorry said, "there's a bedroom in there with a decent-sized, bed. I think I'll take me a little rest." He looked at Brit. She withered under his gaze. When she looked up again, he was staring at Jody. Jody had closed her eyes. She was crying quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Rorry cut her loose and motioned with his head. Jody walked head down. Brit felt sorry for her.

Then Rorry turned and hooked his finger at her too. Brit thought she'd faint. He was over six and a half feet tail with shoulders like a football player. She couldn't dare to think of what his cock was like. But he was going to take her in there with Jody! He wanted two of them. Cal was breathing hard.

"How about me, Rorry?" he said, holding Brit's fingers in his own where the big man couldn't see.

"Youngsters get seconds," Rorry laughed and gave the boy a hard look. Cal let go of Brit's fingers.

When the door closed behind her, Brit looked at Jody again. The redhead dropped her eyes. There wasn't time for them to share experiences. And Brit was too scared to be really curious. Rorry started undressing. Like she'd thought, his chest was huge, his arms like small trees. Then his pants hit the floor and Jody fell onto the bed and drew her knees up tight against her tits. Rorry dug a roll of rawhide thongs out of his pants and grabbed Brit, dragged her towards the bed.

"This is gonna be fun," he said, sliding his fingers down over her small breasts. A leather thong went around her neck. Brit hardly noticed it. She was still staring at that thing between his thighs. It had to weigh two pounds! It was longer than any cock she'd ever seen. And it was so thick, so swollen at the head. Rorry pushed his mouth close to Brit's ear.

"That Cal was sure looking you over, wasn't he? I think the boy is a little hot for your twat…"

Rorry's laugh shook the room. "Bet he's out there trying to get the nerve to break in here and take you away. Little shitass knows better, though."

Rorry pulled Brit against him. She felt his cock shoved up against her belly. It pushed in the soft white flesh. It beat like a bomb against her body as Rorry kissed her neck and chin and then shoved a tongue deep into her mouth.

"You're so little, I think I can keep you in my pants when I leave," he breathed, his big hands rubbing her back so hard that her breath whooshed out. Her tits flattened against his huge chest. Brit felt like she was just a doll in his arms. He had the power of two men, and a cock that looked unreal!

Rorry made Brit lay down beside Jody. The two girls exchanged a quick look. Rorry forced Jody to straighten hey legs. He wanted to examine them both, it seemed. And his examination was going to be thorough!

"Don't… Ohhhhhh!" Jody moaned as he spread her cunt lips and worked a finger inside. Then he smelled her juice and smiled.

"Your turn, blondie," he laughed, forcing Brit's legs roughly apart. She closed her eyes as she felt his finger thrust up inside her. It was like a small cock. Like Billy Caruthers' cock had felt that first time…

"Looks like the redhead for me," Rorry said. "You're a little tight for Old Blue."

Brit thought for a moment that she was going to escape the big man's abuse. But she still had that rawhide around her neck and now he was pulling in.