The Captive Motorist
by Judd Michaels 


INTRODUCTION 

The variety of potential human reactions in an emergency situation is as 
wide-ranging as the variety of humanity itself. Time and again it has proven 
impossible to predict the manner in which any two individuals may react when 
confronted by mortal danger in any of its multitudinous forms. Some men run 
away, others stand and fight, and some do literally nothing at all. We are 
each unique individuals, and our temperaments and our potential for 
self-defense and protection are every bit as unique as our fingerprints. 

It is quite possible for sex, and the capacity for sexual love, to be 
utilized in emergency situations as a subtle weapon of either defense of 
offense. Throughout the ages, man's weaknesses and strengths in the sexual 
arena have made humanity uniquely unpredictable when confronted with peril. 
Each and every one of us seems to be born with the instinct to use our 
sexual capabilities in such emergency situations, but while in some of us 
that knowledge and capability never reaches its full potential, in others it 
may blossom into full maturity almost overnight, in the face of adversity. 

The story you are about to read is just such a tale, of a lovely young woman 
who has been suddenly, and without warning, brought face-to-face with mortal 
peril in its most terrifying form: the depravity of her fellow men. You may, 
perhaps, be able to see something of yourself, or something of your loved 
ones, in the reactions of our heroine to her danger in that hour of need. 
Certainly, you may sympathize with her as she finds herself suddenly cast as 
an unwilling student in the proverbial "school of hard knocks," with no 
choice except adaptation and affirmative self-defense if she is to survive. 

Join us, then, for the unfolding of our tale. It is a story as old as the 
history of man himself, and yet as timely as tomorrow's headlines. It is a 
universal story of human striving and suffering, agony and triumph. None who 
pass through that psychic fire with our heroine shall emerge unscathed. 

 CHAPTER 1 

Paula Green floored the accelerator of her Chevrolet and brought the little 
economy sedan off the looping entry ramp and onto the deserted stretch of 
California freeway. As far as she could see ahead of her through the 
windshield, or behind in the rear-view mirror, there was no sign of another 
automobile along that whole barren, arrow-straight section of Interstate 5. 

-Paula didn't mind the isolation in the least In fact, if she had stopped to 
give it a passing thought, she would in all-likelihood have been glad that 
she had no other cars to share the road with. On an empty highway she would 
be free to drive and cruise as she wished, concentrating on the road with 
only part of her mind, while the rest looked backward into memory or ahead 
to coming events. 

The future, of course, looked most interesting of all to young Paula Green 
at that particular moment. After five years of college she was finally on 
her way out in to the real world, winging her way-or at least driving, she 
mentally corrected with awry little smile-toward her beginning days as a 
sixth grade teacher in the little town of Redding. That was woodland 
country, she knew, where it snowed in the winters and the sky was blue and 
clear and not the least bit like that gray muck hanging over her home town 
of Los Angeles. A nice, simple little town, leading a nice simple life, free 
from the worries of police strikes and muggings, race riots and 
overpopulation. 

Paula turned on the radio and spun the tuning knob aimlessly, found nothing 
to her liking amid the choice of three country-western stations, and shut 
the radio off again. She began to hum softly to herself, a romantic ballad 
from one of her very favorite motion pictures. A love story, naturally. 

The trip to Redding, the whole potentially traumatic uprooting ceremony 
which accompanies the founding of a new life miles away, had been going 
smoothly for Paula thus far. In fact, she had to admit that she loved the 
excitement and hustle-bustle, even the unavoidable moments of confusion. 
Above all, she took pardonable pride in the way she had so far managed to 
keep her head under fire, arranging all the details without having to ask 
her parents to dip into their ever full well of "helpful" advice. 

For Paula Green was not merely leaving Los Angeles: she was Leaving Home as 
well, with all that the grim designation implied. Friends, parents and the 
warm security blanket of family dependability were behind her for the first 
time, fading like the miles of blacktop ribbon in her rear-view mirror as 
she drove steadily northward. Yes, the trip to Redding and a new life was a 
very large one for her, but all the same, she welcomed it. 

Paula frowned with mock severity as she mentally checked off her vital 
statistics in a sort of silent roll-call. She was a 21-year-old virgin, and 
while it was not precisely true, in the words of the old song, that she had 
never been kissed, she had done very little else that was either novel or in 
the least bit adventurous. Once, more than a year past, she had allowed a 
boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now) to slide his hand inside her sweater and 
briefly (very briefly) caress the full orb of one breast, but that was the 
sum total of her sexual experience to date. 

Perhaps I'll do something about that in Redding! she told herself, a little 
smile now replacing the mock-comic frown. 

Not that she expected the tiny mountain hamlet to be overflowing with 
eligible bachelors; far from it. But maybe, just perhaps, it would be the 
sort of serene setting she needed in which to blossom and unfold, gradually 
reaching her full potential by degrees, not just in the sexual area, but in 
every respect. 

Paula shot a quick glance at the gasoline gauge, glad that she had stopped 
at the last station fifteen miles back. Interstate 5 was notorious for its 
shortage of service stops in some places, and she did not imagine getting 
stranded out there all alone with Redding now almost within her grasp. 

The road was so flat, and the day so clear, that she saw the two hitchhikers 
standing at roadside from almost a mile away. They were tiny specks at 
first, slowly growing and resolving themselves into human forms; the forms, 
in fact, of a boy and girl standing side by side on the shoulder of the 
road. 

Paula slowed the car, out of curiosity at first, wincing to herself as the 
remembered voice of her mother came suddenly strong in her mind: Whatever 
you do, don't stop for any strangers! Paula had a memory, also, of having 
heard somewhere that it was illegal to hitchhike along freeways in 
California, and yet here the young couple was, each beaming broad smiles her 
way and the young man raising a suntanned arm and fist, his thumb erect in 
the age-old silent gesture of pleading. 

Paula tried to remember whether she had passed any cars broken down at 
roadside during the past few miles, but couldn't recall a single one. Still, 
it was just possible that the young people were in some sort of trouble, and 
they didn't look dangerous.. . . 

She was reaching over to open the passenger's door from the inside almost 
before the car had come to a complete stop, smiling up at the girl who now 
slid into the seat beside her. The young man followed, both of them voicing 
their most profound thanks for her kindness as she mentally assessed them 
and sized them up. 

At close range, Paula saw that neither of them were quite as young as she 
had thought from a distance. In fact, the boy, or young man, must have been 
quite close to her own age, though the girl was plainly no more than 18 or 
19. They were both dressed in worn but clean clothing of the "hippy" style, 
the boy in a sleeveless denim jacket and blue jeans, the girl in a tie-died 
T-shirt and matching faded pants. A quick glance made it plain to Paula that 
the girl had nothing on underneath that clinging, form-fitting T-shirt which 
hugged her tight young breasts so provocatively. 

"Thanks again for stopping," the girl was saying. "It's a real bummer 
standing out there all day with these old geezers driving by like they can't 
see you right there under their noses." 

"Yeah," her male companion drawled in agreement. "Some of those 
establishment cats almost looked like they'd rather run over us than give us 
a lift." 

Paula smiled inwardly, wondering what these two flower children would do or 
say if they only knew that she herself was on her way to become a teacher-to 
join the selfsame Establishment they professed to deplore. The thought 
passed, and she asked, "How far are you going?" 

"Anywhere we end up," the boy said noncommittally, flashing a glance toward 
his youing female companion that looked to Paula almost like a warning. 

"Well, I'm going to Redding," Paula offered in return. "You can ride that 
far with me, or get out anywhere you like along the way." 

"That's fine lady," the boy said. "Just great." At the same time, the girl 
snickered lightly, in a way which strangely disturbed Paula. 

As she drove on in silence, Paula became vaguely aware of eyes upon her, and 
when she chanced a quick peek from the corner of her eye, she found the 
young man leaning slightly forward in his seat as if to stare at her. His 
narrowed eyes were constantly in motion, roving over the swell which her 
prominent young breasts made beneath her tight-fitting knit sweater, down 
the smooth flatness of her belly to the glimpse of stockinged thigh visible 
beneath the hem of her snug skirt. Somehow, the direction and intensity of 
his staring unnerved Paula, and she briefly considered asking him to turn 
the other way, but finally dismissed the idea as an example of helpless 
paranoia. 

They had covered some thirty miles in that fashion, with the young 
hitchhikers turning all attempts at conversation aside with increasingly 
rude monosyllables, when Paula felt herself beginning to get annoyed. She 
was just about to remind them both that they were in the car and off their 
feet, when there came a soft metallic click beside her right ear and she 
suddenly felt the sharp tip of a knife blade pressing painfully into the 
soft triangle of ivory flesh behind her ear. 

Paula froze where she sat, her arms locking out straight in front of her as 
she gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fists, her foot suddenly 
feeling like a lump of lifeless stone pressing the accelerator pedal. 

"Cool it, mama!" the young man hissed at her, punctuating the order with an 
excruciating little twist of the razor-edged blade. "Don't panic on us here! 
Take it easy and you'll come through this in fine shape, guaranteed." 

Paula tried to nod, to demonstrate her cooperative spirit, but she abandoned 
the motion when it only increased the pain of the knifepoint pressing behind 
her ear. Already she feared that the blade might have broken through the 
surface of her soft skin. 

"Good!" the boy said at length. He whipped his head from side to side, 
blonde hair flying about his face as he scanned the highway ahead of them 
and behind in a search for other cars. "We're clear now. Pull over to the 
side nice and easy now. Stop this heap, but make sure you keep the motor 
running." 

Paula obeyed his instructions as best she could willing herself to ignore 
the burning contact of the knife above her carotid artery as she slowed the 
car to a halt and cautiously set the emergency brake, leaving the small 
engine idling smoothly in neutral. 

"That was beautiful," the boy complemented mockingly. "Now get in the back 
seat, and be quick about it." 

Not understanding, Paula had her hand on the handle of her door when a low 
snarl from the boy and increased pressure from the knife blade halted her. 

"Nothing imagine, bitch!" the young man grated. "Just crawl over the seat 
like you used to do at the drive-in!" 

Paula made no move to obey until the menacing knife was withdrawn from her 
throat, and then, struggling to fight back the tears of fright and anger 
which gathered in her eyes, she slowly turned in her seat, awkwardly rising 
to her knees in the small space allowed her between the back of the seat and 
the nearby steering wheel. It was awkward and difficult crawling over the 
back of one seat and into the other, and there was no way to keep her short 
skirt from riding up all the way around her firm young hips as she did so. 
She blushed furiously when the young man whistled softly at sight of her 
tanned thighs and sky-blue little bikini panties under the skirt. She could 
almost feel his eyes lingering over her crotch and ass before she dropped 
painfully into the back seat of the Chevy, like a furtive intimate caress 
from an unclean hand. 

She learned the names of her young captors quite by accident at that moment. 
The boy said, "You drive, Marsha," and the blonde girl replied smilingly, 
"Sure, Frankie, you go have yourself a time." 

Paula did not understand the girl's words at first, but one possible meaning 
became painfully obvious to her as the boy named Frankie followed her in 
climbing into the back seat of the car. That vehicle was already in motion 
and pulling out onto the long empty freeway when he joined her there. She 
tried to stay as far away from him as possible, shrinking over against the 
far left-hand side of the interior, but he moved swiftly to sit close beside 
her, his left arm looping about her shoulders while his right hand toyed 
idly with the long, wicked switchblade knife. 

"Yeah, we're gonna have us a time alright," he said reflectively, as if 
speaking more for his own ears than hers. "We're gonna have us a real good 
time, yes sir!" 

Paula could not help noticing that he kept his eyes on her body rather than 
her face. He stared long and hard at the ripe swell of her firm young 
breasts beneath the snug sweater, undressing her with his leering eyes, and 
after long moments of that inspection which made her cringe inwardly, he 
stretched out his right hand to touch her. 

Actually, it was not his hand, but rather the tip of his long, cruel knife 
blade, which first touched Paula's trembling female flesh. She could not 
take her widened eyes from that cold weapon as it advanced with fluid grace 
to lightly graze the outer swell of her right tit. The sensation it 
produced, an unpleasant scraping tickle, produced a shudder along her spine 
which the boy misinterpreted as arousal. 

Frankie's eyes were shining with the unmistakable light of pure animalistic 
lust as he let the sharp knife point stray slowly, tauntingly across the 
soft curve of Paula's breast, approaching her nipple with agonizing 
slowness. To her own considerable consternation, she noticed that the aching 
fear which gripped her was having its effect on her cherry little nipples as 
well, causing them to stiffen slightly and poke out with some prominence 
through the lacy material of her bra and the more substantial covering of 
her woolen sweater. She winced as the tip of the young man's switchblade 
knife flicked quickly and painfully across the now-visible tip of her 
tingling little nipple bud. 

Gradually tiring of his sadistic game, Frankie brought the cold blade down 
from the slope of her straining breast at long last and into the deep valley 
between her tits. The sweater she wore fit her snuggly, like a rather 
provocative second skin, and her cleavage was therefore quite pronounced. He 
held the knife's tip there in that soft valley, twirling it slightly so that 
the sharp point caught and snagged in the soft knitted material. 

"It's about time for you to join the party," he said, leering evilly at her. 
"And you still got way too many clothes on, baby!" 

So saying, he reversed his grip on the knife, holding it now so that the 
blade angled downward Paula's waist, with the tip still snagged in her 
sweater. Slowly, almost lovingly, he began to pass that sharp blade downward 
along the length of her torso, its keen edge slicing through the material of 
the sweater with a soft hissing sound, letting the garment fall open in 
front to expose Paula's upper breasts, lacy white bra, and the soft flesh of 
her stomach. 

Glancing down her body as he undressed her in that unorthodox fashion, Paula 
was slightly amazed to see her sweater falling apart, as if some invisible 
zipper had suddenly chosen that moment to open of its own accord. She 
shuddered uncontrollably as the hard, cold blade grazed a dread path along 
the fluttering flesh of her flat little belly before passing on to split the 
hem of her too. Two quick flicks of the knife tossed the useless scraps of 
yarn back on either side, and then she was bare to the waist before her 
captor, her breasts covered only by the lacy half-cups of her sheer, almost 
transparent bra as she sat there trembling and on the verge of hysterical 
tears. 

Frankie said nothing to her as he sat there, turning the knife over slowly 
in his right hand and feasting his eyes on her luscious near-nakedness, but 
his increased rate of breathing, tobether with the sudden bulge in the 
crotch of his jeans which Paula was unable to totally ignore, told her 
plainly and beyond question that he was becoming rapidly more aroused by the 
moment. 

"You got some fine body, mama!" he said after another long moment, finally 
putting his lust into words. 

His right hand flicked out like the lightning-fast strike of a serpent and 
Paula gasped aloud as the two now-useless halves of her brassiere sagged 
away to reveal the thrusting cones of her tight young breasts in all their 
naked glory. So swift had been his movement that she had not even felt the 
knife blade when it passed between her tits for the second time, cutting her 
bra in half where it joined in front. 

Frankie stared hard at her breasts for long moments before he dared to touch 
them. Paula breathed a sigh of relief when the bright knife in his hand 
dropped away out of her line of sight, but suddenly his head dipped down and 
forward, and she could barely stifle a cry of fear and outrage as his hot 
mouth captured the thrusting little stem of her right nipple. She was 
bringing her hands up in reflexive reaction, to thrust his face away from 
her naked tit, when she felt the unmistakable indentation of the knife's 
point on her tremulous belly, just above the snug waistband of her skirt. 
With a jerky little sob of unwilling surrender, she slumped back against the 
backrest of the seat, a solitary tear overflowing at the corner of one eye 
and coursing down her pale cheek as she grimly submitted to the latest 
outrage. 

Frankie applied himself zealously to the task of sucking each of Paula's 
straining, naked breasts in turn. And, she was forced to admit in one aloof 
and objective corner of her terror-stricken mind, he did seem to possess a 
sort of talent for wringing every electrifying jolt of erotic sensation 
possible from the aching nerve endings of her violated tit. He captured each 
rigid little nipple in its turn between his sharp white teeth, holding it 
there like a tiny hostage while he lashed it unmercifully into quivering 
submission with his darting, flicking tongue. And then, just when Paula 
might think that she was in some measure able to control the sensations 
being inflicted upon her, he would inhale a whole great mouthful of tender, 
succulent breast-flesh, fairly sucking and gnawing on it until little 
moaning cries rose unbidden in her throat. 

My God! she thought suddenly to herself, can this be really happening to me? 
Can I possibly be getting aroused by the fact that this lunatic is sucking 
and licking my breasts while he holds me at knifepoint? 

And yet, as incredible as it might have sounded to the young hostage 
teacher, that is exactly what happening! There was no denying any longer the 
fact the Frankie's unwelcome mouth had awakened some distinctly pleasurable 
sensations in her captive nipples, and those sensations were fanning out now 
across her heaving little belly to ignite smoldering embers of responsive 
desire in the tight little valley of her cunt. She squirmed nervously on the 
car seat, tightly clenching her thighs together in an effort to smother 
those sparks of lust before they could burst into full flame. Her efforts 
were in vain, however, since her movements pulled her little bikini panties 
tighter against the lips of her already tingling little pussy, increasing 
the inciteful erotic friction there. At one point, the silky crotch band of 
her panties, drawn tight as a bow string, actually chafed against the 
burning little pleasure node of her clitoris, causing Paula to stiffen where 
she sat with a momentary spasm of unrestrained passion. A blush of shame 
rose to her cheeks as she felt the crotch of her panties growing undeniably 
moist. 

Frankie plainly noted her unconscious reaction to his own lewd oral 
stimulation of her naked tits, and he chuckled lewdly, rumbling deep in his 
throat, as he correctly interpreted her mental dilemma. Skilled in the ways 
of sexual persuasion despite his young years, the boy felt certain that he 
could have this haughty woman under his complete sensual control in a 
relatively short period of time. 

Never taking his mouth from the hot little nipple stem he was sucking, 
Frankie reached around behind him and carefully laid his open knife down on 
the car seat. With both hands empty then, he suddenly clawed at the tight 
waistband of Paula's short skirt, rending the material with a violent 
savagery that made her cry out aloud in surprise and sudden terror. She 
squirmed violently, but had no hope for actual escape from his sucking mouth 
and clawing hands, and in short order he was able to tug and rip the skirt 
from her body, tossing the scraps aside to leave her naked except for her 
skimpy little panties. 

Paula Green could no longer restrain a little mewling sob of fear which rose 
unbidden in her tight throat. She felt a grim war being enacted inside 
herself, between the conflicting emotions which held her prisoner. On the 
one hand, she was deathly afraid of Frankie and his female companion; the 
young man's eyes and hands upon her nearly naked figure made her cringe in 
raw terror. At the same time, however, there was something undeniably and 
intensely erotic about the whole experience, something which she supposed 
must verge on the inciteful rape fantasy which psychologists claim to find 
in the unconscious mind of nearly every woman. 

But this is no fantasy! she reminded herself needlessly. This nightmare is 
really happening, and I have no idea whether I'll even get out of it alive. 

Frankie was moving again, bending slightly toward Paula now, and as he 
stretched out his hand to touch her she noticed almost absent-mindedly that 
he had once more set the cruel knife aside. She trembled as his hand grazed 
along the flat expanse of her tummy, tracking unerringly downward until his 
fingertips halted at the clinging elastic waistband of her tight little 
bikini panties. There he paused, as if thinking to himself, slowly, a 
lustful little smile playing across his cruelly handsome face. 

When the boy moved, it was with characteristic suddenness and violence. 
Hooking clawed fingers into the waistband of her sheer panties, he jerked 
violently outward and downward with his hand, shredding the delicate 
material as if it was just so much gossamer in his grasp. Paula gasped aloud 
as she heard her panties being torn away from her body; the force of 
Frankie's violent motion lifted her tight little ass cheeks several inches 
off the car seat before dropping them back again with a bounce that set her 
breasts in provocative motion. 

Young Paula Green was now totally nude before her captors. She turned away 
from Frankie, looking up into the rearview mirror and catching Marsha's eyes 
on her as well. They were hard eyes for a girl so young, and Paula found no 
hint of pity in them as she sat trembling under their gaze. 

The sudden touch of Frankie's strong hands upon her body snapped Paula's 
mind and full attention back to the immediate peril at hand. He had seized 
her about the hips with both hands, and now was exerting the full strength 
of his powerful arms to reposition her on the seat, turning her half way 
around so that she was facing toward him, then dragging her closer until her 
ass cheeks were right on the very edge of the seat. Paula seemed strangely 
to have no will or strength of her own with which to resist, and as he 
chuckled lewdly over her compliance, she slumped back meekly, sobbing 
fitfully, against the back of the seat, half-reclining now. 

The young would-be teacher had been sure that Frankie meant to rape her 
immediately, but now she learned that he had nothing so hasty in mind. His 
strong hands were upon her tremulous legs, spreading them apart and 
repositioning them to best advantage, like a puppeteer setting up his prize 
marionette before the next command performance. Paula briefly considered 
kicking him in the face, then abandoned the idea as suicidal under the 
circumstances. 

Paula sat in quiet, trembling fear as the young man had arrayed her, leaning 
back in the corner of the seat so that she was almost prostrate, with one 
shapely leg trailing limply on the floorboards and the other bent, propped 
up at an angle and resting flat-footed on the seat cushion. She realized 
clearly that the compromising position left her entire pussy area fully 
exposed to his searching, lustful eyes, and almost as an afterthought, a 
pathetic concession to hopeless modesty, she crossed her arms limply across 
her breasts, hoping at the least to hide her rigid little nipples from his 
gaze. 

If Frankie noticed that pitiful effort at concealment, he opted to ignore 
it, content for the moment to feast his lecherous eyes on the curling, downy 
triangle of the female hostage's pubic thatch. Nestling there in the heart 
of that sensual forest was the virginal pink slit of her cunt, and as he 
bent closer, peering through the downy curls with narrowed eyes, he could 
see that those pouting nether lips were already moist and glistening with 
the seepage of her involuntary sexual lubrication. It was the only indicator 
light he needed to let him know that his planned oral assault on her 
quivering, vibrant young tits had been totally successful as planned. The 
little cunt was a hot number all right! Juicing up right there in front of 
him in spite of herself, and in spite of her obvious terror. 

Slowly, almost leisurely, Frankie began undressing as he knelt on the 
floorboards their between Paula's widespread, outstretched legs. All the 
while, as he tauntingly divested himself of jacket and T-shirt, his eyes 
roamed at will over the naked, arousing tableau of her body displayed there 
before him, his mental images and fantasy making his hard cock lurch with 
increased passion inside the tight restraint of his jeans. 

Frankie attacked that final restraint at long last, fairly ripping at the 
fly of his jeans and deftly peeling the pants, along with his while jockey 
shorts, down over his hips and buttocks, shoving them roughly down his 
tanned thighs as he became more eager, less hesitant in his passion. His 
long cock bobbed free of all restraints at last, wavering about for an 
instant like some immense and angry cobra, then finally aiming 
arrow-straight and steady toward the beckoning little slit of Paula Green's 
nearby cuntal orifice. 

Paula's brown eyes widened in a combination of shock and fascination as she 
beheld an aroused male penis for the very first time in her young life. Of 
course, she had been at least slightly aware of the occasional bulges which 
mysteriously developed within her boyfriend's slacks whenever they danced 
close together or when he kissed her goodnight at her door, and though she 
had long known the process of erection, it had always been mere theory to 
her before that chilling moment. Suddenly, it had become fact, a clear and 
present danger. The word, indeed, had been transformed into enflamed, 
tumescent flesh before her very eyes. 

Having stripped himself as far as necessary, Frankie moved forward, closer 
to Paula's reclining, trembling form. The young woman thought she heard a 
low, lustful chuckle from the front seat of the speeding Chevy, but had not 
time to think about it as she face a more pressing danger closer at hand. 

The young man stretched out his hands, laying his palms flat against the 
soft flesh of her pale inner thighs. With surprising gentleness he began to 
stroke and caress that sensitive flesh, his eyes marking the desired effect 
as Paula began to tremble visibly, and gooseflesh broke out prominently on 
her arms and legs. His own desire was plainly growing as he touched and 
petted the feminine nudity on display there, and Paula could not seemed to 
tear her eyes away from the spectacle of his lurching, jumping, jumping cock 
as he knelt there before her, stroking and caressing her bare thighs. She 
lay there, staring, fascinated like a bird hypnotized by the serpent's 
approach. 

Not long content with merely stroking Paula's legs, Frankie soon set his 
strong hands free to roam over her entire naked body. He brushed her arms 
away from her tits and hefted the ripe orbs in his palms, moving his hands 
in a rotary motion with the stiffened little nipples centered in his hands, 
chafing incitefully as he stroked and kneaded her throbbing, pulsing mammary 
flesh. From there, his hands roamed far and wide over her belly, hips and 
loins, probing and pushing, then stroking and fondling, until Paula felt 
herself being gradually reduced to little more than a quaking, quivering, 
moaning mass of enflamed erotic nerve endings. 

Frankie was well pleased by the effect his total body massage was having 
upon his nude and writhing young female captive. He read the little mewling 
cries which rose from her throat accurately, knowing in his mind that she 
was hovering on the very brink of total sensual surrender, and that the very 
slightest shove was all he needed to push her over that brink, and to place 
her completely at his lecherous mercy. Frankie snickered aloud as he decided 
exactly what form that lustful little "shove" should take. 

Bending quickly at the waist, and without taking his active hands from the 
young woman's excited tits, Frankie quickly buried his face in the moist, 
curling thatch of Paula's damp pubic hair. The young woman let out an 
audible gasp of horrified surprise and struggled to sit upright, but the 
combination of her awkward reclining position and the pressure of Frankie's 
restraining hands on her breasts conspired to make her remain as she was. 
There was nothing that she could do except lie there, sobbing and groaning, 
staring down her body through the valley between her tits while the boy 
ardently began licking and sucking her cuntal lips. 

Frankie applied himself to this new oral assault with the same zeal he had 
shown in tonguingand sucking Paula's naked breasts a short while earlier. 
His hot, darting tongue flicked and teased along the whole length of her 
vaginal crevice, pausing here and there to taunt and tease at areas which 
drew a special gasp or jerking reaction from her trembling captive. Then, 
when Paula's mind was about to snap under the torment of the taunting, 
tickling motion of his tongue, he would suddenly adopt a new tack, sucking 
in a great mouthful of cuntal flesh and gnawing it ruthlessly in his passion 

After a few long moments, when his captive was plainly beyond any effective 
resistance, Frankie brought both his hands down from Paula's straining 
breasts to join the attack on her pussy. Now he deftly pried her swollen 
outer labia apart, curling his tongue ever deeper to torment the moist, 
coralline flesh that lay within. He swirled his active, leaping tongue 
around and around the tight little mouth of Paula's vaginal opening itself, 
then swept on and upward to lash back and forth over the tinglingly erectile 
little pleasure bud of her burning clitoris. 

That final electrifying contact, the actual grating of the young man's 
tongue against her super-sensitive clit, brought a groan of mingled 
frustration and latent desire to Paula's suddenly-dry throat. Her spine 
arched reflexively, involuntarily, and her hips bucked upward and off the 
seat as if of their own accord, to bring her cunt into closer conjunction 
with the hot mouth and tongue that were giving her so much undreamed-of 
pleasure. 

Paula could feel her self-control receding, slipping farther and farther 
away with every flicking, tormenting stroke of the young kidnapper's expert 
tongue, but there seemed to be nothing she could do to regain mastery over 
her own traitorous mind and body. She was caught now in the powerful grip of 
erotic sensations which she could not control, and she suddenly feared that 
there might be no turning back for her short of-yes, she was forced to make 
the silent admission in her mind, she knew that she would not have the will 
to stop him now until she had in fact been treated to some sort of orgasmic 
relief and satisfaction, some freedom from the overpowering sexual tension 
even then building up a head of steam in her young loins. 

Frankie, at that moment, and without looking up at Paula's sweating face, 
was able to read her bodily reactions through his sense of touch and taste, 
much as a blind man might read Braille, or detect the presence of a silent 
person in a room from the sound of his breathing. There was some slight but 
unmistakable change even in the aroma and the flavor of the woman's cunt 
now, signaling him as plainly as did the sudden relaxation of her 
formerly-tight muscles, that she was coming around and gradually moving 
toward total, even willing acceptance of his lecherous assault upon her nude 
body. Very soon now, he knew with certainty, she would advance beyond mere 
surrender and become much more, an active and eager participant in her own 
rowdy sexual defilement. 

Somehow it was that knowledge, the certainty of his power to make this and 
any other woman accept him even against her will and better judgment, which 
gave Frankie his supreme enjoyment in sex. It was, in its own way, far 
better than the tempestuous orgasm which he anticipated they would soon 
share. 

Putting his naked hostage to one final test before moving on to the next 
stage of his erotic assault, Frankie furled his tongue tightly, making it 
assume almost the form of a tiny surrogate penis as it protruded from 
between his sharp, white teeth. Without delay and without warning, taking 
Paula completely by surprise, he aligned his stiffened tongue with the tight 
mouth of her secret vaginal channel, then rammed his face forward with great 
force, burying his tongue in her virginal cunt until his bared teeth pressed 
tightly against the soft, pink meat of her inner cunt. 

The reaction was both immediate and emphatic. 

Paula arched her back almost in a bow, a great sobbing cry of mingled 
passion and shame grating in her throat as she twisted and writhed there on 
the back seat of her car. At the same moment, acting almost of their own 
volition, her hands shot downward, clawed fingers tangling in Frankie's 
blonde hair and tugging his face even tighter against her straining, 
writhing pussy, seeking to bury his tongue even deeper in the needing, 
aching depths of her yearning little cunt. 

Frankie read her surrender without specific words, and responded 
accordingly, reaming her cunt with his rigid tongue until she lay limp and 
gasping with desire. He drank deeply from the free-flowing river of her 
feminine lust secretions, and when he had satisfied his erotic thirst, he 
pulled his face away from her loins and rocked back on his haunches, 
chuckling lewdly, his lips and lower face still slick with the moisture of 
her. 

A strangled little sound of frustration and desire escaped from Paula's 
lips, and she felt the blush of shame as she felt the need for him burning 
deep inside her loins. Her hips instinctively lifted off the seat cushion 
and rotated frantically in mid-air, beckoning him back to her, to satisfy 
her. 

"Wha ...what? ...Why did you stop?" she fairly sobbed at last, disgusted by 
the panting tone of undisguised lust in her own whining voice. 

"Don't worry baby," Frankie replied with another lewd snicker. "You won't 
have to wait long, or settle for my tongue, either. You're going to get 
treated to the real thing!" 

In her lust-dazed state, the full meaning and import of his words did not 
sink in upon Paula's befuddled mind. She knew only that he was offering her 
a chance for relief from her sensual torment, a chance to attain the 
orgasmic goal which she now sought so fervently with every straining fiber 
of her naked being. 

"Oh yes, please," she said, surprised to find herself fairly begging this 
naked stranger for god-only-knew-what further sexual degradation. "Please, 
yes, God! Please, please." 

"Ask and you shall receive," the young man said tauntingly, drawing himself 
up now to an approximation of his full height as he knelt there between her 
widely-splayed legs, looming over her naked and prostrate form in the back 
seat of the car. His rigid prick loomed above her vulnerable little pussy 
slit like the evil and of some dark magician. 

Grasping the thick rod of his cock in one hand, Frankie reached out with the 
other to touch Paula's juicy little cunt. His deft fingertips spread the 
outer lips of her pussy to reveal the pink softness within, and at the same 
time his pelvis lurched suddenly forward, bringing the purple helmet-shaped 
glans of his circumcised cock into immediate contact with the moist, hot 
flesh of Paula's inner pussy. 

The young schoolteacher stiffened into instant rigidity at that burning, 
electrifying contact of Frankie's cockhead against her secret genitalia. She 
then began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, quaking with a 
combination of fear at what was to come, and passion as she realized that 
she no longer had any serious desire to postpone it. In fact, although until 
that moment she had been unable to seriously contemplate the sudden loss of 
her own virginity, there was no denying the fact that she thought she might 
almost welcome intrusion of the young blonde stranger's penis into her 
virginal little pussy. 

Paula felt her thighs moving involuntarily apart, as if drawn wide by some 
supreme will over which she had no control. A blush of shame and humiliation 
rose to her pale cheeks, but was just as quickly transformed into a flush of 
passion as Frankie proceeded to stroke the hot, wet tip of his shaft up and 
down the clasping little valley of her fertile young cunt. Electrifying 
jolts of erotic sensation flared in her captive pussy, radiating outward 
across her trembling and heaving torso to light responsive flares of lust 
elsewhere, especially in the rigid, jutting nipples surmounting her excited 
young breasts. Paula was panting openly now, not from fear, but from the raw 
energy unleashed in her by the depth and strength of her sudden sensual 
needs. 

Frankie taunted her cunt for a while longer yet, first probing with the head 
of his cock around the tight little mouth of her vagina itself, then 
tracking on to nudge and taunt her tingling little clitoral node, knowing 
that pressure in that super-sensitive area would produce the utmost in 
immediate erotic reaction from his trembling, half-willing victim. And he 
was not disappointed in his quest, for almost immediately Paula Green was 
panting and writhing more excitedly than ever, unable to suppress or deny 
her own obvious reaction to his inciteful genital manipulation of her loins. 

Tiring at long last of that foreplay, however outwardly stimulating it might 
be for both of them, Frankie endeavored at last to gain the ultimate victory 
over his prostrate young hostage. Squaring off his hips, he poised the thick 
tip of his cock directly against the ring of her cuntal orifice, then 
pressed forward to the attack once again. His thick, blunt glans bore down 
inexorably against the clasping eye of her never-tried little cunt, and with 
a final gasp of triumph he felt it pop inside of her pussy. 

Paula stiffened once more, groaning aloud with a combination of passion and 
pain as she felt a male penis sliding slowly, inch by torturous inch, into 
her loins for the first time in her young life. Frankie was taking it slow, 
but in spite of her grudging willingness to let him plunder her ripe little 
cunt, there was no denying the pain which she was experiencing at his entry. 

"Auugghhh! Stop!! " she pleaded breathlessly. "It's too big for me!! I can't 
take it. I ...I ...I'm still a virgin!" 

"I guessed that right away!" Frankie grated, his excitement growing by leaps 
and bounds with her admission of prior chastity. His cock seemed to grow 
another full inch even as he paused to draw breath and answer her protests 
in hoarse tones. 

"What you mean is, you were a virgin, little mama!" he leered at her, 
enjoying the crestfallen expression on her face. "You're gonna take it all 
before Frankie Boy gets through with you, and this is just for starters!" 

So saying, he thrust forward with his pelvis once again, but even before 
another cry of pain had time to form in the captive young woman's throat, he 
found himself stopped short by the impact of his hots glans against Paula's 
own tightly-stretched little hymen. For the instant, her endangered 
maidenhead was blocking his penile entry. 

"Goddamn, that cherry's tight!" he hissed, excited and annoyed at one and 
the same moment. 

Thrusting and pushing mightily, Frankie felt the membrane of Paula's hymen 
gradually distending under the battering ram blows of his fat cock. Paula 
herself was squirming and writhing in pain now, uttering a ceaseless stream 
of mewling little cries as she sought in vain to squirm away from the cruel 
invader which seemed to be tearing her loins in two from the inside. 

With a sudden thrust into open space, a gasping hiss of pleasure whistling 
between his teeth, Frankie unexpectedly broke through Paula's last fleshy 
line of defense, and his cock was suddenly buried to the hilt in her cunt as 
he toppled forward to lay full length on top of her prostrate nude form. 

Paula frantically writhed in pain beneath him, her loins on fire with agony 
as she sobbed out her grief and humiliation into his ear. Already his hips 
were taking up a rapidly increasing fucking rhythm, reaming his thick hard 
penis in and out of her injured little pussy. 

It felt to her as if a great pole made of rough wood, or perhaps coated in 
sandpaper, was being used by some sadistic tormentor to gouge the insides of 
her once-virginal young pussy. 

Frankie was picking up the pace of his in-and-out fucking thrusts, seeming 
to have almost forgotten she lay there beneath him as he gave himself over 
now to the - pursuit of his own gratification. Lying under him, however, 
Paula was suddenly gratified and shocked to find the burning pain in her 
tight little love box lessening by the moment, seeming to dwindle in fact 
with almost every stroke of his skewering, driving male shaft. Indeed, when 
she was able to think clearly at last and turn her full mind to the problem, 
it actually seemed that she was lubricating more freely now, and the pain in 
her cunt was disappearing like a bad dream as she willed the internal 
muscles of her pussy to relax, and to stop resisting the invasion of 
Frankie's heavy organ. Quite soon, she was pleased to note, the pain was 
gone entirely, and replaced by a warm sort of numbness bringing blessed 
relief to her violated little cunt. 

All too soon there were other developments on the genital front, however, 
and the numbness which had brought Paula the longed-for relief from agony, 
was itself giving way to another, even more disturbing sensation. As 
incredible as it seemed, there was desire there, physical lust and passion, 
building in Paula's loins for the man and the cock who were even at that 
moment engaged in the cruel act of raping and defiling her. 

Yes, there was no denying it for all the guilt feelings and shamed 
accusations the fact brought to her mind, Paula was beginning to enjoy being 
fucked by this cruel stranger, she was starting to respond as she had never 
imagined she could with any man, let alone an obvious criminal who had 
initiated their intercourse at knifepoint. 

By changing her position only slightly, Paula found that she could move her 
hips in a tentative little answering rhythm of her own, slightly 
complementing his penile thrusts in experimental fashion. She drew special 
pleasure from the way in which her answering movements brought her straining 
little clit into slithering contact with his skewering, driving rod, and the 
more pleasure she derived from that source, the more rapid and forceful 
became her own answering, fucking thrusts. 

Almost before she was aware of what she was doing, Paula had brought her 
arms up and was grasping at Frankie's naked hips and buttocks, clawing him 
with her fingernails as she sought to draw his long, hard, pleasure-inducing 
organ ever deeper inside herself. Her ankles met and crossed behind his ass 
in an instinctive movement to hold him captive there between her tightened 
thighs, and she herself was bucking and writhing wildly beneath her rapist 
now, matching him thrust for thrust in the competition for which there may 
never be only a single winner. 

The highway sounds outside the speeding Chevrolet had faded into 
insignificance against the noise of raw, animalistic fucking which now 
filled the car to capacity. They were lusty, raw, wet sounds, the noises 
made by pussy and cock in wild, tempestuous battle, and the heavier, 
smacking sound of Frankie's testicles as they swung like a pendulum and made 
jarring contact with Paula's firm young buttocks on the boy's every inward 
stroke. 

The moment was too intense to last, and in only a very brief time they were 
both lingering and hovering on the very brink of the tempestuous orgasm 
which they had sought together. Paula was moaning constantly, her head 
flailing from side to side against the backrest of the car seat as she gave 
herself over completely to the storm of erotic sensation that gripped her. 

When she dipped over the edge and plunged headfast into the swirling 
maelstrom of erotic release, Paula found herself lost in a fantasy realm of 
colored lights and exploding fireworks the-likes of which she had never 
before imagined. Every muscle in her body was taut and straining, every 
nerve ending on fire as she reeled and twisted on that inner, ecstatic 
roller coaster ride. 

"Jesus! I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnngggggg!! " she sobbed gratefully, bucking and 
thrashing beneath her young ravager there on the seat. 

The youth named Frankie followed Paula into bliss by perhaps half a second. 
His entire naked body went rigid, and his cock seemed to grow another full 
inch at that moment, until its head butted firmly against Paula's cervix at 
the point of ultimate penetration. He felt his very balls tightening like a 
constricting fist, and then he came, feeling for all the world as if he were 
being turned inside-out, his cock torn out of his body by the very roots. 
His testicles overflowed with sperm, great creamy white gouts of jism that 
filled Paula's cunt to bursting and then spouted free to run in viscous 
rivulets down the soft mounds of her buttocks, gathering in the 
lightly-furred cleft there like melted snow filling a dry river bed. 

The incoming flood of Frankie's hot semen set Paula off on a totally 
unexpected second orgasm, and once more she was bucking and reeling beneath 
him, caught in the rictus of ultimate pleasure that is so closely akin to 
mortal agony. 

When the seizure had passed from them both, the boy regained his senses and 
drew back from Paula. His rapidly deflating cock made a wet sucking sound as 
he pulled it free from the tight confines of her vagina, and he rocked back 
on his haunches to inhale a few deep breaths before dressing swiftly. 

Paula, weeping again softly now that the storm had passed and she had 
regained some sense of her surrounding and peril, as well as the degradation 
in which she had just participated so willingly, made as if to reach for the 
torn remains of her own clothing, to cover herself at least partially. 

Frankie would have none of that, however. The long knife was suddenly back 
in his hands, and he was using the sharp tip to sweep all Paula's things 
into an untidy, rumpled pile on the floorboards at his knees. They were 
hopelessly out of her reach unless she crawled toward him, and that she 
refused to do, still feeling mingled revulsion toward him and blind terror 
toward his glittering weapon. 

Frankie laughed harshly, finding himself still the master of the situation, 
then he turned and barked over his shoulder at Marsha. 

"Pull this heap over!" he ordered. "It's time to change drivers for a 
while!" 

 CHAPTER 2 

Paula Green made a fruitless effort to cover her naked body with the scraps 
of her knife-shredded clothing as the young girl named Marsha slowed the car 
down, pulling it over onto the paved shoulder of the highway. Even before 
the automobile had come to a complete halt, Frankie was scrambling over the 
backrest of the front seat, and sliding into position behind the wheel. 
Marsha, meanwhile, had gotten out of the car on the driver's side and was 
even then climbing in through the rear door, using one hand to push 

Paula before her and make room on the seat. 

Paula played a hunch, hoping against hope that the bizarre couple would by 
now have gotten everything they wanted from her. She played the hunch, 
almost desperately. 

"Please let me go," she said to no one in particular, her eyes darting from 
one of her abductors to the other and back again. "I'll drive you anywhere 
you want, and I swear that I won't say anything about all this after you get 
out." 

Frankie chuckled dryly, shooting a glance over his shoulder toward Marsha. 
The blonde girl shared in his laughter. 

Paula felt the dim hope fading within her, but she refused to abandon the 
apparently vain effort. "All right, then, she said, trying a new tack "you 
can keep the car. Keep everything, but please give me one of my suitcases 
and let me go!" 

"Not just yet, mama," Frankie replied, leering back at her from the 
rear-view mirror. "Haven't you ever heard of women's rights? Marsha there 
might sue me or somethin' if I kept her from getting her turn at bat!" 

Paula looked fearfully toward the young blonde girl, and what she saw in her 
face was far from reassuring. Marsha was raking Paula's exposed flesh with 
her greedy eyes, and Paula could almost hear the mental wheels turning, as 
if the girl beside her was recalling every detail of the mirror-image rape 
she had just witnessed, adding perverted details of her own for good 
measure. 

"I. . . .I. ...I don't understand," Paula stammered. "Wha ...what are you 
talking about?" 

"It's a thing I have, baby," Marsha responded in a soft, almost seductive 
voice. "I swing both ways, you know? I can take mama bear or papa bear, any 
way it goes down." . 

"What? Oh no, you can't mean-" Paula left the sentence dangling, unfinished, 
for she could now tell that the girl did indeed mean exactly what she was 
saying. 

As Paula sat there aghast, Marsha had already begun the task of ridding 
herself of her already minimal clothing. The tie-dyed T-shirt went first, 
whisked up and off of the girl's curvaceous torso with a speed and momentum 
which left Marsha bouncing on the car seat, her blonde hair fanning out 
about her face and shoulders in unruly golden breakers. 

Paula stared, openmouthed and entranced, at the sight of the half-naked girl 
sitting beside her there. Marsha's breasts were firm and perfectly formed, 
thrusting out proudly from her chest without any need of artificial support 
from a brassiere. Her twin nipples were bright pink in color, already 
semi-erect from arousal and standing out in stark relief against the 
crinkled little circles of the surrounding aureoles. The younger girl seemed 
to be breathing more heavily already, the rise and fall of her chest putting 
her vibrant tits in fluid, provocative motion. 

"like what you see?" the girl asked Paula, with a taunting tone in her 
voice, but the young teacher could find no words with which to reply. 

Marsha was playing her role of lesbian seductress to the hilt, and as Paula 
sat there next to her, gaping wide-eyed in a mixture of horror and 
fascination, the girl began to slowly stroke and massage her own naked 
breasts with both hands. She cupped the firm under-swell of those fleshy 
cones, softly kneading and caressing them as a bright scarlet flush of 
passion gradually rose to encompass her tits, then move on up to her cheeks. 
She paid particular attention to her throbbing little nipples, strumming 
them lightly with her thumbs, and Paula noticed at once that those erectile 
little pleasure buds grew visibly under the inciteful manual stimulation. 

Marsha sat there on the rear seat of the moving car with her eyes narrowed 
to little glittering slits of passion, almost unaware of her audience now as 
she stroked and fondled her naked, excited tits. She seemed almost to be 
lost in a fantasy world of her own creation, satisfied for the moment with 
the erotic sensations which her own touch was even then creating in her 
enflamed breasts. 

At length, after they had driven along in that fashion for perhaps five 
miles, the spell seemingly broke of its own accord. A shudder, as if of a 
medium-strength orgasm, passed through Marsha's trembling torso, and she 
suddenly dropped her hands away from her vibrating tits, opening her eyes 
wide again and smiling at Paula as if she was meeting a long-lost friend. 

"Didn't mean to keep you waiting, honey," she leered. "But I like to let my 
motor warm up a little, if you know what I mean!" 

Frankie chuckled lewdly from the driver's seat. "Shit, Marsha," he guffawed, 
"your engine never cools down!" 

Marsha slapped playfully at the back of the young man's head, then turned 
her full attention back to the hostage young teacher. "He's right, you 
know," she confided in a stage whisper, winking broadly at Paula in an 
apparent gesture of confidentiality. 

"Now why don't we both slip into something more comfortable?" Marsha 
continued. "like each other?" 

Frankie and the girl both thought the crude jest terribly amusing, but Paula 
could scarcely suppress a shudder as she felt a renewed chill of dread 
rising along her spine like the tickling path of a warning finger. 

Even as Paula watched, Marsha was untying the raveled cord which served as a 
makeshift belt for her faded Levi's. The younger girl's agile fingers deftly 
un-snapped the button of those pants and ran the zipper down to full open 
with a little metallic hissing sound. Lifting her buttocks momentarily off 
the seat cushions, Marsha began pushing and tugging at the skin-tight pants, 
slowly working them down and off her hips, then along the pale, symmetrical 
columns of her thighs and down her legs until she was able to step out of 
them and push them aside into a rumpled pile with one bare foot. 

As Marsha had been braless under her T-shirt, so Paula noted with stark 
amazement that the girl-likewise wore no panties beneath her worn and faded 
blue jeans. Her soft, golden pubic curls were plainly visible now, and if 
Paula looked closer, she could actually make out the pale pink outline of 
the younger woman's pouting pussy lips, nestled under the sparse concealment 
of that genital foliage. 

Marsha stretched luxuriously, like a waking sleeper, plainly enjoying the 
freedom which nudity brought. She twisted this way and that, her supple 
torso undulating like that of a seasoned belly dancer performing, and Paula 
could not tear her eyes away from the rippling tendons and muscles beneath 
the younger girl's almost translucent flesh. Her vibrant young body made a 
truly sensuous spectacle as she half-lay half-sat on the rear seat of the 
car, displaying her luscious charms for all to see. 

Once more Marsha brought eager hands up to cup and fondle her breasts, but 
this time there was to be no prolonged foreplay with those excitable mammary 
orgs. After only a few seconds of teasing and exciting her pink little 
nipples, the girls released her tits and began sliding both palms in tandem 
down the long, sinewy course of her trim abdomen, drawing ever nearer to her 
curved hips and the downy triangle of her pubic thatch. Paula watched those 
traveling hands, a little shudder coursing through her own near-naked body 
that had very little to do with either fright or repulsion. 

Marsha's fingers had reached her pubic hair, and they skirted the downy 
triangular jungle lightly at first, as if only daring to stray within the 
outermost borders. At length however, her confidence (or lust) seemed to 
increase measurably, and her hands became-likewise bolder. Soon, the young 
girl was using the long, slim digits of one hand to pry open the pouting 
outer lips of her cunt, while the index finger of her-other hand traced a 
taunting, inciteful path along the moist coralline valley that was revealed 
within. 

A moaning sigh escaped from the blonde's throat, and a long quivering spasm 
of lust shook her naked body as her probing, searching index finger made its 
first electrifying contact with the hidden, tingling bud of her little 
clitoris. Her masturbating finger took up a steady rhythm there and then, 
flicking back and forth across the erectile little node of her burning clit 
like some erotic fleshy metronome needle, beating time to a sensual rhythm 
which only Marsha herself could hear. 

Young Paula Green fought to draw her eyes away from the spectacle of the 
blonde girl's lewd masturbation, but she found it strangely difficult to do 
so. Strange feelings were stirring inside herself, and she had to sit back 
and think hard for a moment before she fully realized what it was that was 
happening to her. She was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of this 
other girl, this complete stranger, massaging and playing with her own 
pussy! 

A blush of shame rose to the young teacher's pale cheeks, but still she 
found it almost impossible to tear her gaze away from the spectacle 
displayed before her. She feasted her eyes on every swell and hollow of 
Marsha's totally-exposed body, always returning at last to the 
widely-splayed slit of Marsha's pussy and the long, slim fingers which 
swirled and danced there. Marsha's rapidly-masturbating hand made a soft 
sucking and slurping sound which was plainly audible in the close confines 
of the car, and Paula felt a little shudder of mingled excitement and 
revulsion pass along her spine as she saw that the girl's fingers were slick 
and glistening with the moisture of her own feminine excitement. 

Suddenly Marsha stiffened, shaking her head rather violently back and forth 
from side to side as if having a silent mental argument with herself about 
something. Her finger-fucking hands froze in mid-stroke, and then slowly 
withdrew, dripping and shiny with the clear fluid of her cum as she relaxed 
back onto the seat cushion and opened her eyes to face Paula once more. 

"Not yet, honey!" she said directly to the startled young teacher. "Not just 
yet! I want you to bring me off when we're finished!" 

When we're finished! The words burned themselves into Paula's fear-numbed 
mind as she saw clearly that the girl meant to force her into some sort of 
perverted lesbian sexual encounter. She shook her head dumbly from side to 
side in wordless protest, but a little sob rose in her throat as she felt 
her traitorous nipples stiffening into instant erection at the prospect of 
such forbidden activities. At the same time, a spark of lust was kindled 
anew in the cum-and-semen drenched pit of her recently violated little 
pussy. 

"Relax, honey," Marsha was saying in her cooing, most seductive voice. "I'll 
bet you learn to love it in no time, just like you loved doing your thing 
with Frankie!" 

The memories, at once both painful and erotically inciteful, flooded in upon 
Paula like a tidal wave, sweeping away her resolve and seeming to grip her 
in a strange and sudden numbness from which there was no escape. Her fingers 
felt limp, lifeless, and she was powerless to resist as Marsha moved closer 
to her on the car seat, deftly plucking the useless scraps of clothing from 
her hand and leaving her totally naked once more. 

"You've got some body, honey," the blonde girl said admiringly. "I noticed 
that right away. We're going to get along just fine together, you and me." 

"No ...no ...please leave me alone," Paula begged softly, a catch in her 
barely audible voice as she began to weep openly in her fear and 
humiliation. "Haven't you done enough to me already?" 

Again the lewd snickers from both of her abductors, followed by the calm 
tones of the girl next to her. "Not nearly enough, sweetheart. Not yet, 
anyway." 

Paula cringed, whimpering, as she felt the girl's hands warm and soft on the 
sloping curve of her prominent breasts, gently stroking and kneading those 
pliant orbs as she cooed words of mock endearment into Paula's ear. It felt 
as if the blonde girl's fingers were on fire, leaving tracks of erotic flame 
everywhere they went around Paula's nude breasts and upper body. The young 
schoolteacher feared that she might faint dead away into total 
unconsciousness as the other young woman seized her nipples between slowly 
rotating thumbs and forefingers, pinching and pulling at those tender stems 
in a way that made Paula squirm and moan with combined pain and passion. 

Paula's whole world seemed to be centered in her swollen, excited tits at 
that moment, as if nothing else in the universe existed or mattered for her. 
Marsha's hands were everywhere, tugging at her nipples, then sliding 
sensuously down to cup and fondle the whole fleshy swell of each breast in 
turn, playing upon the jangling erogenous nerve endings as a master 
violinist might play upon his instrument. Each stroke, each point of 
pressure or release, brought new little mewling cries of lust and 
pleasure-pain to the young teacher's dry throat as she sat there trembling 
in the speeding car. 

Suddenly Marsha's mouth joined her hands in the lecherous assault on Paula's 
hot and vibrant breasts, making the teacher stiffen involuntarily with a 
cold spasm of pleasure as first one nipple, then the other, was snared in 
the blonde's oral cavity for a merciless tongue-lashing. Paula felt as if 
her breasts were about to explode and send her rock-hard little nipples 
shooting off like bullets at any second. The irrational fear almost panicked 
her for an instant, and then the waves of pure, animal pleasure washed over 
her mind again, sweeping away all thoughts of fear, guilt and remorse and 
wafted her onward and upward toward new heights of involuntary arousal. 

If Paula had retained enough of her rational mind to consider the situation, 
it might have seemed incredible that she could find herself so totally 
aroused by both of these lewd and vicious strangers; first the young boy who 
had brutally raped her and forced her to unwelcome orgasm, and now this 
bisexual female, who was plainly intent on forcing her to accept every sort 
of degrading perversion, and was, in fact, succeeding in doing so at that 
exact moment. 

Such logical thoughts and inquiries could find no room in Paula's 
lust-befuddled mind, however, so enraptured was she by the sensations being 
born even then in her manhandled and avidly sucked young tits. Racing 
tingles of electrifying, erotic sensation raced outward from her captive 
nipples, radiating into every corner of her naked body and especially 
fanning into instant life the complementary embers of lust already glowing 
in her naked and exposed little cunt. Paula could feel herself getting 
moister down there once more, releasing her own female lust secretions to 
supplement the crawly flood of Frankie's semen still clinging to her cunt 
and inner thighs. The knowledge of her intimate and involuntary response to 
the younger girl's oral assault strangely thrilled Paula at the same time 
that it made her feel vaguely ashamed of herself in one still-sober corner 
of her rapidly-slipping brain. 

It seemed as if Marsha had been sucking, licking and fondling her naked 
breasts for hours on end, but Paula knew in her heart that only moments 
could have elapsed since the lewd and sensual assault began. Without 
warning, the younger girl's pleasure-giving mouth deserted Paula's breasts, 
suddenly taking off on a new tangent and trailing a string of wet, nibbling 
little kisses along the expanse of her fluttering little belly as Marsha 
homed unerringly on the moist dark forest of Paula's pubic hair. 

Paula stiffened involuntarily, resolving in her mind to resist at least that 
ultimate, perverted invasion of her sexual privacy. She locked her firm 
young thighs together as she sat there trembling, straining her muscles to 
keep her legs firmly in position, but by the time Marsha's mouth had reached 
the tiny crater of her navel, letting the pink tip of her tongue tarry there 
briefly in a darting, swirling dance of passion, it felt as if a remarkable 
weakness was creeping over Paula's entire body, draining her somehow of all 
strength and mental resolve. She felt her body going slack, and it was for 
the moment not within her power to protect herself further from the 
searching, marauding mouth. 

Marsha experienced no difficulty whatever in pulling Paula's thighs wide 
apart, exerting a phenomenal strength for a girl of her size and tender age 
as she fairly wrenched the older woman's legs apart and into a 
widely-splayed position that left her hot, juicy cunt completely revealed. 
Paula trembled violently for a moment as the air from an open car window 
rushed over her naked thighs and pussy, drying the cum which had collected 
there and chilling her with erotic icy fingers. 

Marsha let out a little rumbling growl of passion from somewhere deep in her 
throat, and then thrust her eager mouth deep into the curly thatch of 
Paula's damp, waiting pubic hair. Paula groaned aloud, her entire body going 
rigid and her spine arching spasmodically away from the backrest of the seat 
as she was seized with a tremendously powerful erotic sensation. Somehow, 
the girl's mouth seemed able to awaken even greater delight in her captive 
little cunt than Frankie's cock or mouth had during her earlier interlude 
with the boy. It was almost as if Marsha, being herself a woman, knew every 
secret place and erogenous zone by heart, and delighted in giving the utmost 
in raw, trembling pleasure to her very own female sex slave. 

Paula was panting and moaning now as the young blonde fairly devoured her 
palpitating vagina, running her hot tongue with lightning speed up and down 
the slit of Paula's cunt, alternately probing at the mouth of the older 
woman's vaginal canal, then sweeping rapidly onward to taunt and torment 
Paula's pulsating little clitoris. No single sensation or set of sensations 
had a chance to get a full grip on Paula's body or mind, so intent was 
Marsha on trying new angles and approaches, sampling new areas of vaginal 
delight with her scraping teeth, sucking lips and teasing, flicking tongue 
tip. Paula felt herself loose and drifting in a swirling sea of passion, 
caught in a vortex from which there was no returning short of total orgasmic 
release. 

Marsha was uttering little growls and animalistic snarls of hungry lust as 
she gnawed and sucked at Paula's pussy, seemingly intent on draining that 
little cistern of every drop of lewd moisture it contained. After several 
long moments, Marsha raised her face from the task briefly, and Paula saw 
through narrowed eyes that the blonde girl's lower face was coated not only 
in Paula's own cum, but in the drying remains of Frankie's milky jism as 
well, giving her the look of a delighted cat caught stealing the cream. 

"Outa sight!" she purred contentedly, turning to speak over her shoulder to 
the boy at the wheel. "This is something else, Frankie! Mixing it up tastes 
really super! It's like going down on both of you at the same time! Wow!" 

Frankie laughed out loud, and called back, "enjoy, baby! Enjoy!" 

Marsha followed his suggestion, at once plunging her mouth back against 
Paula's steamy, hungry little twat, curling her long tongue out to resume 
the delicious torment of the older girl's once-secret genitalia. Her oral 
attack proceeded with renewed ferocity and avid lust as she seemed to be on 
the brink of another climax from the mere taste of Paula's cum mingled with 
Frankie's, and from the thought of crouching there, eating out the other 
girl's pussy. 

Paula, her mind almost totally occupied with the inciteful attack on her 
tremulous little cunt, was only dimly aware of the progress which they were 
making along Insterstate 5. When she was able to muster the strength to look 
out the window to her right, she saw that the terrain had begun to change 
subtly, with grassy foothills slowly but surely giving way to trees and more 
prominent peaks. Well, she thought wryly to herself in that fleeting moment 
of lucidity, at least I'm still on my way to Redding! The thought would have 
been enough to make her laugh under other circumstances, but her mind was by 
now too far gone with lust and desire to be capable of such logical and 
rational reactions. 

Marsha was by now lolling her head from side to side as she sucked Paula's 
pussy, literally using her cheeks and in fact her whole face to stroke and 
massage the older woman's loins while her avid, hot little mouth 
concentrated on the chief task of exciting and arousing the tingling little 
vagina itself. 

Paula could not prevent her pelvis and hips from squirming and rotating, her 
full, ripe ass cheeks grinding against the slick seat cushion in a form of 
involuntary body language that perfectly expressed her own growing state of 
mounting desire and erotic arousal. She could plainly feel the orgasmic 
tension building in her loins, and even her virginal little rectum was 
clasping and unclasping like a tiny mouth as the rambling spasms of desire 
raced and rolled about the entire moist arena of her crotch and ass. In that 
frozen moment of eternity, it seemed to Paula that every nerve in her body 
was on fire, every muscle and tendon taut and straining toward the 
single-minded goal of cunnilingus-induced orgasm. 

At the last possible instant, when Paula felt herself virtually upon the 
razor's edge of orgasmic explosion itself, young Marsha abruptly tore her 
mouth away from the orifice of the older woman's cunt and sat upright on the 
seat, staring into Paula's face with a look of mingled desire and devious 
cunning on her pretty young face. 

Paula was startled, and all the more humiliated by the instant feelings of 
disappointment and frustration which flared in her deserted little pussy and 
quickly fanned out to envelope her entire luscious body. She felt the flush 
of frustrated passion on her cheeks, and try as she might, she was unable to 
hold back the words which tumbled out of her mouth, seemingly of their own 
accord. 

"Why ...why did you stop, I mean.. . . " she let the remark trail off 
unfinished, afraid to let herself open up her new and bizarre feelings any 
further to this vicious young stranger. 

"You were digging it, weren't you, honey," Marsha said smugly, telling 
rather than asking, no hint of questioning in her tone. 

Paula could not answer for a long moment, her jaw working soundlessly as she 
fought to restrain herself from submitting to that final degradation of 
openly admitting her perverted new passion. In the end, what finally came 
out of her open mouth was a single word, half-whined, half-whispered, but 
with an unmistakable note of desperation about it: "Please!" 

Marsha snickered lewdly, her face wearing an almost demonic smile. "Not just 
yet," she countered at once. "It's my turn now, baby. We can't have you 
getting all the goodies, now, can we?" 

Paula was momentarily confused as her basically puritanical mind refused to 
let her grasp the other girl's intent and meaning immediately. 

"Wha ...what do you want from me?" she asked lamely. 

"What I want from you is the same thing you've been getting from me, cunt!" 
the girl snapped, the playful tone gone from her voice all of a sudden. 
"Former virgin or not, you've got a tongue just like everyone else, and by 
now you should have a pretty good idea of what it's used for!" 

The full meaning sunk in upon Paula as Marsha snarled at her, and she shook 
her head slowly from side to side in ineffectual protest against the other 
girl's command. "I.. . I can't do that," she said finally. "I just can't do 
it!" 

"But you can, and you mill" Marsha snapped in immediate response, "unless, 
that is, you'd prefer me to take Frankie's pig sticker and do a little 
impromptu breast surgery!" 

A cold chill of fear swept over Paula from head to toe, instantly quenching 
and stilling all desire and passion. She was in mortal terror once more, 
feeling the evil young man's eyes upon her from the mirror as she sat 
quaking beside his female cohort. 

"How ...I mean, I don't know . . . " Paula could not put the questions into 
words somehow, but Marsha understood her meaning perfectly and read the 
surrender in her new tone of meekness. 

"You'll learn," she said simply, lounging back against the backrest of the 
seat and spreading the thighs wide open to fully reveal her blonde pubic 
thatch and the pink valley of her little cunt nestled within. "Get to it!" 
she snapped commandingly. 

Paula bent hesitantly to her task, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to block 
off the revolting scene as much as possible from both sight and mind. She 
almost gagged as she felt the curly wisps of Marsha's pubic thatch tickling 
her nose and cheeks, and then her lips made their first tentative contact 
with the other girl's hot and wanting cunt. 

Paula paused there, her mouth simply resting against the wet vaginal crease 
and doing nothing for a long moment. Marsha grew impatient at last, bringing 
both of her surprisingly strong hands around to the back of Paula's head and 
suddenly smashing her face deeply into the soft, yielding genital flesh down 
there, almost breaking Paula's nose in the process. 

Paula feared for an instant that she might be faced with death by 
suffocation, but she soon realized that she would be able to breathe, 
although with an effort. The air there in Marsha's hot little cuntal area 
was heavily scented with the strangely arousing and earthy aroma of sex and 
perspiration, along with the indefinable, unique odor of Marsha's secret 
genitals. 

Almost against her own will, Paula let her pink little tongue curl out from 
between lips and teeth to make a first experimental swipe along the valley 
of Marsha's pussy. She was instantly rewarded by a rigid stiffening of the 
other girl's body, and a little humping thrust of Marsha's pelvis which 
brought that moist cunt even closer to her mouth. 

Marsha was moaning and gasping out congratulations: "Oh yeah, baby, you got 
it! Right on!" 

Paula found herself strangely encouraged by that oral support, as if it 
strengthened her somehow to know that she could give pleasure as well as 
receive it. For the moment, lost as she was in a sordid universe composed 
entirely of lewd sexual passions, it mattered not that she was giving a sort 
of perverted pleasure to a criminal member of her own sex. The fact of 
giving pleasure, and looking forward to receiving more of the same for 
herself, was sufficient. 

Marsha's hands remained cupped at the back of Paula's skull, guiding and 
aiming her face at various desired points around Marsha's loins now as Paula 
let her tongue go to work more adventurously. She was amazed at the speed 
with which all inhibitions seemed to slough off of her and disappear like 
dust in the wind. She already felt rather at home with her face buried in 
the younger girl's crotch, inhaling the earthy aroma of her cunt and 
savoring the taste of another female pussy on her darting little tongue. 

Marsha was pumping and rotating her hips in time to the rapidly intensifying 
strokes of Paula's hungry little tongue. She had early on established a 
reciprocal fucking rhythm of her pelvis, and now her cuntal plane fairly 
buffeted against the older girl's face, nether lips splayed wide as she 
offered the succulent insides of her juicy little cunt as a living sacrifice 
to the gods and goddesses of passion. Paula, for her part, accepted that 
sacrifice eagerly, zealously, gobbling now almost ferociously along the 
entire valley of Marsha's pussy, paying particular attention to the knobby 
little protrusion of the other girl's hard and straining clitoris. 

Certain at last that Paula was applying herself to her task with all 
possible diligence, Marsha finally released her hands from behind Paula's 
head and brought them up to taunt and fondle her own swollen breasts again, 
thereby adding to and enhancing her own erotic excitement. The blonde girl 
was trembling violently from head to foot, caught in a seismic earthquake 
that emanated from within her own luscious young body rather than from any 
external source. She was caught now in the vise-like grip of total, animal 
lust, from which there was no escape except the blissful, explosive release 
of total orgasm. 

Paula had been sucking and licking Marsha's cunt for long moments when she 
was suddenly stirred by the touch of the other girl's slender hands on her 
own naked body, moving here and there at will as they found and fondled her 
breasts, her ass cheeks, and her pussy. There was something very gentle, 
tender now in the female kidnapper's touch, as if she was genuinely anxious 
to repay kindness with kindness, to return pleasure in kind. The young 
teacher felt herself rapidly becoming even more aroused by the caresses 
being lavished upon her reclining nude boyd, and her hands themselves went 
into action almost of their own accord, moving up over her head to grasp and 
fondle Marsha's breasts in turn, bringing a little breathless gasp of 
pleasurable surprise to the younger girl's lips. 

All the while that she was sucking and licking Marsha's pussy, Paula also 
went to work on the blonde's tinglingly erect little nipple buds with her 
agile fingers. She tugged, pulled and pinched at those quivering, vibrant 
little pleasure buds, forcing mewling little cries of passion to pour 
non-stop from the blonde girl's throat. Marsha was beginning to writhe and 
undulate where she sat now, fairly possessed with the burning desire which 
was itself a prelude to the total blissful tempest of orgasm. 

Furling her pink little tongue almost into the form of a miniature cock, 
Paula suddenly plunged it deep into the moist, clinging recesses of Marsha's 
clasping little vagina itself. The blonde girl seemed to explode instantly, 
her pussy blossoming open like a succulent flower to all but envelope 
Paula's entire sucking, nibbling mouth in its passion convulsions. Desperate 
fingers scrabbled over Paula's body, first assaulting her tits, then moving 
back to tease her crotch. Paula felt her very insides turning into 
super-heated liquid as those intimate caresses drove her on ever closer to 
her very own erotic Nirvana. 

Marsha, it seemed, was able to contain herself and her lustful passion no 
longer. With a sudden violent lurching motion, she almost reversed her 
position on the car seat, jackknifing her body in such a way that both she 
and Paula rolled over and onto the carpeted floorboards with a heavy thump. 
Marsha was on top now, her own mouth working in the curly forest of 

Paula's cunt, while the young teacher, for her part, had not let her mouth 
be dislodged from the succulent slit of Marsha's vagina during the fall, 
either. 

They began to writhe and undulate together in their passionate union, the 
slurping sound of cunt-sucking filling the car like a rhythmic rhapsody of 
pure animalistic sex. At the steering wheel, Frankie was cursing bitterly, 
since both young women were now totally out of his field of vision in the 
rear-view mirror. They never missed his voyeuristic and vicarious 
participation, however, for by that time they were lost completely in the 
erotic fantasy world which they had gradually created for themselves by 
trial and error. 

Undulating together like two mating serpents, faces buried in each other's 
vaginas, the young women rhythmically moved together almost as one. Nipples, 
stiff with excitement, chafed incitefully against bellies and thighs, adding 
to the passion and heat of that encounter. Their tongues took up a 
cooperative tempo and beat, alternating on the cunt-teasing strokes until, 
after a relatively short span of time, they had seemingly learned to play 
each others' genital nerve endings with practiced ease, each getting the 
ultimate in pleasure from the lesbian encounter they were sharing now by 
mutual consent. 

Paula, if she had been able to stop and think, would undoubtedly have been 
horrified by the mental image of herself thus rapturously involved with 
another woman in a degrading homosexual orgy, but at that moment there was 
no time or place for such rational thoughts. There was, indeed, time enough 
only to crowd in the maximum amount of mutual stimulation as they ran 
side-by-side in the pell-mell race toward the long-sought finish line of 
total orgasm. 

Marsha found one of her hands free and mobile as she lay there atop Paula, 
resting most of her slight weight on the young woman beneath her. Knowing 
intuitively that the captive teacher was ready to try something new and 
sexually innovative, she slipped that free hand around the curve of one 
succulent ass cheek, letting her hot little fingertips trace the outline of 
the cleft of Paula's ass, finally pausing when they had made contact with 
the young captive's crinkled little anal sphincter. Slowly, almost 
teasingly, Marsha began to lightly stroke and massage all about that rubbery 
ring of muscle. 

Paula Green, inexperienced in sexual matters as she had been prior to that 
afternoon, was rather stunned, and almost totally mystified, by the icy-hot 
sensations which the slightest touch provoked from the region of her 
virginal little asshole. The idea of her secret little rectum as another of 
her vibrant erogenous zones had never occurred to Paula in her wildest 
dreams, and now, though the thought of another person touching and fondling 
her there brought an inescapable feeling of revulsion to her puritanical 
mind, there was no denying the fact that that intimate, unexpected caress 
was definitely pleasant. 

Marsha could read Paula's bodily reaction to the soft, teasing anal caress 
as plainly as if the young hostage had shouted her approval aloud, and she 
was encouraged enough by that obvious response to continue with her manual 
probing of Paula's little asshole. Slowly, experimentally, fearing to go too 
far too fast and thereby break the delicious spell she currently held over 
her captive, Marsha began to work her little finger inside the tightly 
clasping ring of Paula's tiny anal sphincter. 

There was an instant of burning pain as that rectal invasion began, but when 
Paula had somehow willed herself to relax and savor the experience for all 
it was worth, she found the pain quickly disappearing, replaced in turn by 
an undeniable sensation of pleasant erotic warmth. In time, as she became 
more gradually accustomed to the digital filling of her never-before-touched 
little rectum, Paula was surprised to find her hips and buttocks actually 
worming their way backward toward Marsha's advancing finger, as if to 
unconsciously welcome it and ease its passage. 

All the while, as Marsha went about the gradual task of working her finger 
to the hilt into Paula's ass and then withdrawing it again with agonizing 
slowness, both young women remained caught up in the feverish cunt-sucking 
which formed the lusty centerpiece of their encounter. Both of their tongues 
moved with blur speed now, lashing and tormenting pink cuntal flesh as they 
ruthlessly whipped each other headlong toward the brink of an orgasmic 
roller coaster ride. Their luscious bodies were in continual motion now, 
grating and grinding against each other for the maximum contact of skin 
against skin, all the while placing a premium upon the oral-genital contact 
they both craved. 

Young Paula Green, a virgin until only a few short hours earlier, was now 
avidly enjoying and participating in a lewd lesbian encounter with the 
female member of her own kidnapping team! 

Paula brought her own hands up instinctively to cup and fondle the orbs of 
Marsha's humping, pumping young ass cheeks. She did not dare to emulate the 
other girl's example by plunging her fingers into Marsha's rectum, but at 
the same time she was more than willing to enjoy and savor the reaming her 
own ass was getting from the finger which now skewered rapidly in and out of 
it with a wild and tempestuous fucking tempo. All of Paula's hopes and 
dreams during those wild moments seemed to have been distilled and condensed 
to the lusty pursuit of one more explosive, savage orgasm, this time induced 
by the lips, tongue and fingers of the young blonde girl who lay on top of 
her there in the car. 

Paula could plainly feel the pre-orgasmic tightness making itself known in 
the tight cleft of her ass, almost exactly where Marsha's plundering little 
finger now reamed in and out of her rectum with lightning-like speed. Soon, 
the young teacher knew from admittedly limited experience, would come the 
sensation that her entire body was dissolving, fading into nothingness as if 
coming apart at the seams. From there, it would be a short but dizzying 
flight to the peaks and pinnacles of passion as she exploded mentally into a 
thousand and one glittering sliver of pure animal sensation. 

Eager now for that release, craving it with every fiber of her being, Paula 
redoubled the pace and strength of her own oral assault on the succulent 
little pussy which was pressed so very tightly against her face. She let out 
a soulful little moan of deepest sensual appreciation when she felt Marsha 
respond in kind, sucking and gumming her own ripe and hungry little twat 
with renewed lusty vigor. It felt almost as if the very inside lining of her 
juicy little cunt was being sucked and pulled out, and yet there was no 
slightest hint of pain, only the deepest and most profound feeling of erotic 
satisfaction and total arousal. Her hips and pelvis began to buck rapidly 
and erratically up against the face of the young woman who had suddenly 
turned from her cruel captor into a seemingly sympathetic homosexual lover. 

Paula Green was vaguely aware of the motion of her car as she twisted and 
writhed there on the floorboards with young Marsha, but that motion now was 
not so indicative of forward movement as it was rather an extra added 
attraction in the whole panoply of erotic sensations which assailed the 
captive teacher. It seemed almost as if the humming throb of the tires 
skimming over pavement added an extra hint of erotic arousal to her naked 
young body, above and beyond the tongue lapping greedily at her cunt and the 
finger reaming in and out of her once-virginal little rectum. 

Paula's orgasm was unquestionably drawing nearer, and she could tell from 
the gyrations of the girl lying atop her that Marsha was in a similar rapt 
and abandoned condition. There was the now-familiar pre-orgasmic tightness 
in the tingling little cleft of her ass, accentuated now by the finger which 
pumped in and out of her tightly-stretched little asshole with ever 
increasing rapidity and force. Paula moaned and sobbed her mounting passion 
and sexual excitement into the lushly furred slit of her captor's madly 
humping little cunt, her cries and wordless proclamations of ecstasy muffled 
and barely audible as Marsha's pussy fairly swallowed them up. 

Marsha, for her part, could scarcely believe the way her previously 
unwilling prisoner had adapted herself with such apparent zeal to the 
lesbian encounter, nor could she fully accept the powerful spasms of 
pleasure which that prim young woman's active little tongue was even at that 
moment inspiring in her own hot and juicy little snatch. It seemed totally 
incredible for the young female outlaw to find herself pushed and driven to 
the very verge of tumultuous, stormy orgasm by the young woman whom she had 
so recently taken captive in her own car. It was all too much to comprehend. 

Comprehension, however, was not the first order of business on the minds of 
either young woman as they thrashed about together there behind the driver's 
seat. Each in turn had her mind bent on the single goal of total, explosive 
orgasm with a single-minded zeal that virtually erased all else from their 
thoughts. There could be no inkling of turning back from their perverted 
course of action, no thought of remorse until well after they had achieved 
that goal and lain basking together in the warm afterglow of passion. Two 
tongues flashed and swirled almost as one; four hands groped and fondled 
with grim singleness of purpose. All else was forgotten save for that 
shining goal of sexual climax at the end of desire's long, dark tunnel. 

Paula Green felt her own climax beginning suddenly, almost without warning, 
her lower body seeming to dissolve at once into its constituent atoms and 
come apart as the tidal wave of overpowering sensations swept her away from 
all contact with reality. Paula's legs stiffened, tightening about Marsha's 
ruddy face in a grinding scissors hold, her pelvis straining up off the 
floorboards of the car as her entire body went rigid, caught in the 
convulsive throes of passion and desire. She felt as if the top of her head 
had been suddenly snatched away, letting her very brains and all conscious 
thought they contained be dumped out in giddy, swirling disarray. A constant 
stream of mewling, gurgling little passion squeals issued from her rapidly 
sucking lips, each in turn lost and muted by Marsha's grinding, humping 
muff. 

The young kidnapper followed her prisoner over the brink of ecstasy by a 
matter of seconds, her own body going board-stiff as the shock waves of 
orgasmic power rippled through her like a record-breaking earthquake. She 
trembled from head to toe, sobbing aloud as she redoubled her sucking and 
licking at the cunt of the inexperienced woman who had given her so much 
pleasure in such a short time. Her eyes were tightly shut, with tears of 
relief and gratitude streaming down from beneath the crinkled eyelids. 

The wave of orgasm peaked and broke, the effects of that erotic flash flood 
gradually draining away by stages from the naked and trembling bodies of the 
two young women. They collapsed in one another's arms, breathing heavily and 
taking in the heady aroma of their own post-orgasmic genitals with hungry, 
eager sighs of pleasure. The tension and passionate rigidity seemed to flow 
out of their limbs all at once, as if some unseen hand had suddenly pulled a 
plug and drained away the life force from both of them, emptying in a rush 
their twin reservoirs of desire. 

Young Paula Green had been the first to enter the whirling fantasy realm of 
orgasm, but now her more experienced, though younger, partner was the first 
to recover from the tingling aftereffects of that powerful climax. Marsha 
climbed slowly up and off of Paula's prostrate body, sliding into a sitting 
position on the seat cushions and taking a moment there to regain her breath 
and her senses. After long moments she felt the naked young teacher stirring 
at her feet, and she bent down to help Paula up onto the seat beside her. 

Paula was rapidly regaining her senses and with them came renewed feelings 
of guilt and self-admonishment over the way in which she had 
reacted-responded, really-to the younger woman's lecherous and perverted 
assault. Bitter tears of shame rolled down Paula's cheeks and she brought 
her hands up in defensive reaction, to hide and cover her flaming red face. 

"Little sister's coming down hard," Frankie drawled laconically from the 
driver's seat. As he spoke he fished a hand into the breast pocket of his 
blue denim jacket and came out with a small plastic bottle, tossing it over 
his shoulder to land in Marsha's naked and lust-dampened lap. "Have her take 
a couple of these beauties," he said. 

Marsha laughed softly, her voice almost musical now to the lust-hazed ears 
of the young captive teacher. She opened the pill bottle and shook a pair of 
tiny white tablets out onto her soft palm, stretching out her hand to offer 
them to Paula. 

"Here, baby," she said almost tenderly, her tone conveying what Paula, in 
her moment of desperation, grasped at as true concern. "Try these on for 
size. They'll help you relax, maybe even get a little nap while we drive." 

Paula took the pills in her own hand, not knowing what to say and unable to 
read any further motive or message on the face of the naked young blonde 
sitting beside her there on the car seat. She looked at the pills in her 
hand for a long moment, occasionally glancing back up at Marsha's smiling 
young face, and then finally popped both of them into her mouth at the same 
time, swallowing them without the aid of any beverage to wash them down. 

Paula did not feel any immediate effect from the drugs she had taken, but 
after perhaps five minutes, just when she thought her mind was beginning to 
really clear from the aftereffects of their wild lesbian encounter, she 
suddenly felt dizzy. Her head was reeling once again, almost as if a 
secondary orgasm had arisen without cause to once more assail her senses, 
and she felt her own body going slack as she sat there, sliding down 
farther, limply into the seat cushions. Her vision was blurring now, and 
their was a rather unpleasant roaring in her ears. 

"So don't sweat it, baby cakes," Marsha was saying from somewhere beyond the 
limits of sight and rational thought. "It hits different folks different 
ways the first time out. You'll be okay." 

Amazingly, Paula Green found that she was suddenly no longer worried about 
whether she would indeed be "okay" or not; she was giggling, drunkenly, 
ecstatically, thrashing about limply on the eat and holding her nude sides 
in the powerful seizure of mirthful reaction to some unspoken jest. 

Gradually, after what seemed like days, but must have been moments at most, 
Paula felt the blackness coming. She held up her arms, straight out in front 
of her, to ward off the lowering darkness, but her hands merely punched 
through that descending screen and beyond it into undreamed-of dimensions. 
She met sleep then, and it took her. 

"Okay, it's clear," Marsha told Frankie softly, "we can head for the camp 
now. It's party time." 

 CHAPTER 3 

Young Paula Green gradually, ever so slowly, became aware that her car was 
no longer moving. She opened her eyes, wincing as the still-dilated pupils 
reacted painfully to the afternoon light filtering down through dappled 
leaves and the swaying branches of trees. The car windows were rolled down, 
bathing her face and nude young body in refreshing, cool air from the 
outside. 

The sound of voices from somewhere outside the car drew her attention 
gradually and she tried to sit upright, though still groggy from the effects 
of the unnamed drug which Marsha had given to her earlier. How long had it 
been? A glance at the sky overhead showed her that the sun seemed to have 
been several hours advanced along its heavenly course, but she had to admit 
that her skill in woodcraft was insufficient to allow her nay precise 
reckoning of the time by such primitive means. 

The voices became clearer, accompanied now by the crunch of feet on grass 
and fallen twigs as several persons approached the car from behind her. She 
did not recognize two of the voices, male voices, although she was able to 
pick out the now-familiar tones of her abductors, Frankie and Marsha, in the 
running dialogue. 

Curious now, and more than a little perturbed at the situation she found 
herself in, Paula glanced swiftly about her in the car. She was still nude, 
but someone had had the foresight to toss a blanket over her and at least 
partially cover her luscious young nakedness from sight. Still, if her fears 
proved correct, that blanket would provide precious little cover-or 
protection!-if her kidnappers were now bringing more strange men to the car 
to ogle her or join in her defilement. 

Fearfully, Paula craned about to peer out the back window of the car. 
Indeed, she could now see Frankie and Marsha walking her way, in the company 
of two burly older men dressed in soiled work clothing. The four were coming 
from the direction of a large blue truck and trailer rig, which was parked 
some fifty yards behind her own Chevrolet along what seemed to be a wooded 
and long-forgotten access road into a mountain forest. 

The oncoming quartet was almost to the car before Paula's humming ears were 
able to distinguish any of their words. It was Frankie who was speaking at 
that moment. 

"...and we were on our way north, like I told you, but we overestimated our 
bread, dig?" he was saying, laying it on thick to the two truck drivers with 
a hokey hard-luck story. "So my wife's girlfriend says, why not mix business 
with pleasure, and here we are!" 

The drivers got a big kick out of that line, digging each other in their 
meaty ribs with their elbows and guffawing loudly. 

"Well, let's see what ya got here," the tallest of the strangers, a red 
head, was saying, "and then we can talk money." 

"Yeah," his dark-haired companion echoed, "We ain't buyin' no pig in a poke, 
ya know?" 

All four had reached the car now, and Frankie was swinging the rear door 
open on the driver's side, gesturing toward Paula with a sweep of his arm 
like a master of ceremonies introducing the next routine in a nightclub act. 

"Here she is boys," he beamed. "I know you'll be satisfied." 

As he spoke, Frankie reached inside the car, one hand groping for the 
blanket that was Paula's only cover for her lush nakedness. She panicked, 
backing rapidly away from him across the cum-encrusted car seat, but he was 
faster and stronger, seizing the coverlet and wrenching it away from her in 
one powerful, fluid motion. He stepped aside then, flourishing the blanket 
like a bullfighter's cape as he stood aside and left the car doorway open, 
empty. 

It did not remain empty for long. The two truck drivers suddenly filled it 
with their stooping torsos, jostling one another rudely as they vied for a 
superior vantage point from which to probe her vulnerable nakedness with 
their lecherous eyes. Paula felt as if she was being disassembled and put 
back together again by those piercing gazes. 

"You sure weren't lyin' boy, I'll give you that," leered the red head. 

"Christ no!" his dark-haired partner agreed. "That's the best piece of ass 
I've seen in a good long time!" 

"Good," Frankie said, satisfied, "now, as for business . . . " 

"I'll go fifty," said the red-haired driver, straightening up long enough to 
thrust a hand into the pocket of his pants. Paula could not help noticing 
the already-prominent bulge in the crotch of his slacks where his erection 
was rapidly growing. 

"I'll see that," said the other, exhibiting an even large bulge at his fly 
as he rose to anti up his share. 

Frankie and Marsha made a brief show of consulting between themselves, then 
put on rather disappointed faces but agreed to accept the offered one 
hundred dollars. 

"This buys you a half hour," Frankie said as he took Marsha's arm and 
started to lead her away from the car, "starting right now. And its 
time-and-a-half for overtime!" 

The couple walked away snickering lewdly, but 

Paula had little time to follow their progress, for suddenly the red-haired 
truck driver was sliding into the car through the open door on her left 
side. With a strangled little cry of panic she spun away from him and 
scrabbled at the handle of the nearest door, but her effort was all in vain. 
That door was already opening, as if of its own accord, and before the gasp 
of astonishment could rise and find voice in Paula's throat it was 
transformed into a strangled little bleat of terror. The dark-haired driver 
was actually entering the Chevrolet on that side, and now she was hopelessly 
trapped between them! 

The drivers moved in close beside her, each pressing up close against her 
naked body on his own side, grinning down at her as their hungry eyes 
devoured her shapely body. Still, they seemed in no immediate hurry to take 
her, and several moments slipped by before the red head actually spoke to 
her for the first time. 

"No need to put on the act and play hard-to-get, missy," he drawled, letting 
her smell the liquor on his breath. "We're all grown-ups here, and there's 
money rid in' on the line, so let's get right down to it!" 

"Yeah," the other parroted, "let's get to it!" 

Their hands were on her now, sliding about lewdly, obscenely seizing her 
breasts from each side, each man concentrating on a single tit as he fondled 
it with both big hands, taunting and teasing the erectile little stems of 
her nipples with special intensity. Paula trembled with fright as she sat 
there helpless between them, tears of bitter rage and shame streaming down 
her pale cheeks to drip wetly from her quivering chin. 

The men kneaded and massaged her vibrant, swollen young breasts with a 
strange combination of tenderness and savagery, milking those mammary mounds 
to obtain the maximum electrifying effect of arousal upon the young woman 
pinned in between them. Finally, tiring of only the manual foreplay, first 
one driver and then the other bent to capture her burning, rigid little 
nipples inside their hot, whiskey-reeking mouths. 

Paula Green stiffened into instant, rock-like rigidity at that first 
burning, electrifying contact of their hot mouths and tongues against her 
straining naked breast flesh. Her tiny pink nipple buds felt as if each had 
been suddenly dipped deep into a swirling pool of molten lava, held there by 
a sort of warm velvet vise from which there was no possible escape. She 
trembled inwardly, squirming her naked buttocks down tightly against the 
slick, cool seat cushion as two hot tongues flicked and flailed across the 
rigid, thrusting little nubs of her excited cherry nipples. 

Electric sensations of mounting desire and arousal fanned outward and 
downward across Paula's heaving belly, setting off jangling alarm bells of 
responsive desire deep in the fertile little valley of her 
recently-plundered crotch. She clenched her firm young thighs together 
tightly in a vain effort to smother those unbidden flames of involuntary 
response, her mind once more reeling at the ease with which crude, uncouth 
strangers seemed able to arouse her basest instincts at their whim. 

Oh sweet Jesus! her mind cried out almost hopelessly, I simply can't respond 
involuntarily again! 

Not to these . . these . . animals! I cannot let that Imp pen! 

And yet, even as Paula attempted to steel herself with that self-righteous 
mental resolution, she knew in fact that it was happening again. She was 
becoming aroused again, and dramatically so, by compelling, inciteful forces 
totally outside of her conscious control. Something within herself, some 
primal well of sensuality within her had been tapped by the earlier assaults 
of Frankie and Marsha, now, albeit entirely against her own feeble will, 
these cruel, lecherous men were bent on stirring up those same unwelcome 
storms of passion all over again. Worse yet, they were clearly succeeding 
with every stroke of their lightning-like tongues, and with every caressing, 
kneading stroke of their powerful, willful hands. 

Paula felt as if her insides were rapidly turning to some sort of warm 
jelly, melting and running together to make her entire shapely young body 
nothing other than a hotly oozing mass of raw female sensuality. The little 
warning voices continued to cry out in the back of her mind, but with every 
new moment of the sucking and massage her large, firm tits were receiving, 
she found those voices weaker and farther away, somehow less compelling and 
demanding. 

The truck drivers sucked and fondled Paula's naked breasts for what seemed 
like ages, but she would have been surprised to learn that in fact less than 
five minutes had thus far elapsed in her rather forceful seduction by the 
two strangers. The two strangers were acutely conscious of the time, since 
they had already paid a hundred dollars for their pleasure, and had no 
desire to get stuck with Frankie's "overtime." 

Letting their hands trail quickly away from Paula's tits while leaving their 
mouths tightly in place over her aching little nipple buds, the two nameless 
men began to explore her nude body with hungry, searching fingers. They 
teased and tickled their way across her flat, trembling little belly, eager 
hands moving ever downward toward the softly curling triangle of her damp 
pubic hair and the soft pink little slit of her cunt lying hidden there 
within. Their fingertips roamed like small animals over her tight, pliant 
thighs, then homed in at long last on her pussy itself. 

The men were tremendously strong, and although Paula had determined to 
resist them with at least one part of her still-rational mind, she quickly 
found that she did not in any case possess the physical strength necessary 
to do so. They had no slightest difficulty in levering her firm young thighs 
wide apart, lifting each up in turn and draping it across one of their own 
heavily-muscled legs, thus leaving her cunt on display both to their hungry 
eyes and their greedy, probing hands. 

Paula cringed inwardly as those unclean paws raked across her soft cuntal 
lips for the first time, probing and clawing at her most secret genital 
meat. She soon found, however, that the experience was not altogether 
unsavory, and as the red-head deftly pried her pouting little nether lips 
apart with his blunt digits, allowing his swarthy companion to taunt and 
tease the moist coralline flesh inside with his fingers, she experienced an 
irrepressible shiver of something very closely akin to sexual delight. 

Paula Green's cruel assailants seemed to know exactly what they wanted from 
her, and exactly what it was necessary to do to force her unwilling 
compliance in her own crude defilement. One man pinned her burning little 
clitoral bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and kneading it 
gently but firmly, for all the world like a man testing grapes before 
purchasing the ripest bunch. At the same time his partner, also keeping his 
mouth glued tight over Paula's erectile little nipple, began to trace 
teasing, taunting patterns around the rubbery mouth of her once-virginal 
vaginal channel itself. After a long moment's foreplay, he stiffened his 
long finger and slipped it swiftly, easily into her already moist little 
cunt. 

Paula stiffened anew, writhing and twisting on the car seat as her cunt was 
impaled by that sliding, reaming finger. She tried to fight down the 
intensely erotic sensations which that unwanted invasion aroused in her 
loins and in her mind, but there seemed to be no defense against the storm 
of passion waiting to break around her head. Already she was fairly amazed 
by the amount of female lubrication which her tingling little cunt was 
exuding of its own volition, flooding the man's probing, searching hand with 
an unmistakable watery signal of welcomme. 

The active hands in her crotch joined forces with the two avid mouths and 
tongues hungrily at work on her breasts, serving to drive her ever deeper 
into the pit of shame and despair on the one hand, while uplifting another, 
more wanton, side of her nature to ever higher new pinnacles of forbidden 
passion and desire. Every second of her puritanical upbringing, her 
conscience and her heart, cried out for an end to the cruel and lascivious 
plundering of her ripe naked body. At the same time, she recognized all too 
well the grim reality of her inexorable surrender to the inevitability of 
her own debasement, and a secret lecherous corner of her soul gloried in it. 

Paula was rather horrified, in the sober corner of her mind, to feel her 
pelvis and loins taking up an instinctive, totally involuntary fucking 
rhythm which had her bucking her cunt ever more rapidly outward against the 
invading, pleasure-giving hands of the two lecherous truck drivers. She 
found to her horror and chagrin that she could not restrain those lewd and 
inciteful movements of her lower body, any more than she could quench the 
flames of mounting lust which so eagerly devoured the sensuous nerve endings 
of her cunt with every teasing stroke of the invading fingers down below. 

Wet little sucking and slurping sounds filled the steamy inside of Paula's 
Chevy as the two drivers took to their task of finger fucking her hungry 
little cunt with more gusto. Each humping, bucking stroke of her pelvis 
against their probing fingers signalled to the two horny men that their 
young female companion was coming just that much closer to the brink of 
total, irrevocable passion, a point from which there could be no retreat, 
but only a single-minded drive onward and upward to the blessed goal of 
total explosive release. They definitely planned to take her to that goal in 
the immediate future, and to blissfully join her there themselves. 

Paula Green felt as if she must surely faint dead away at any moment, so 
intense were the erotic and sensual feelings washing over her body from the 
twin points of stimulation at her tingling breasts, and manhandled little 
pussy. That constant and multiple stimulation of all her primary erogenous 
zones at one and the same time was giving her a sort of fascinating pleasure 
which no action by either of her blonde abductors had yet been able to 
achieve. She was at once repulsed and irresistible drawn to those sucking 
mouths and those avidly fucking, skewering fingers, and she found that as 
time wore on and the erotic sensations grew stronger, all of her mental 
reservations were rapidly disappearing like smoke blown before a brisk 
summer wind. 

A brief downward glance told Paula that both of the men who shared the back 
seat with her had long since reached identical points of extreme arousal. 
Each sported a bulging erection under the tightly-stretched material of his 
slacks, and over the throbbing head of each covered cock there now spread 
dark stains to indicate the seeping flow of pre-ejaculate fluid, the 
unmistakable signal of male readiness to emerge in totally uninhibited 
fucking. The sight aroused young Paula Green beyond her wildest imaginings, 
and in spite of her straight-laced upbringing, she found herself desperately 
wanting one or both of those cocks inside her pumping loins without any 
further unnecessary delay! 

Paula's whole body seemed to be on fire with the lust which those two 
nameless strangers had at first kindled only in her aching little nipples 
and her hot, dripping little cunt. Beads of glistening sex sweat stood out 
in bright relief against her silken skin, serving as a natural lubricant as 
the men moved their free hands at will over the planes and angles, hills and 
valleys of her luscious nudity. She trembled at their touch, her tight 
throat mewling out little whimpering cries of passion and pleas for more in 
an almost unbroken stream. 

Totally enraptured by the erotic sensations which possessed her now, Paula 
was sobbing her delight orally as she lolled her head limply from side to 
side, auburn hair flowing in shimmering, attractive waves all about her 
brightly flushed face. Her eyes were closed to glittering little slits, her 
mouth hanging slack and open, her pink little tongue tip flicking outward 
continuously to moisten her lips or flick away some imaginary obstacle. 

The red-haired driver had noted that flickering, serpentine action of her 
soft little tongue, as he was enthralled by the very thought of it. He could 
not contain himself any longer as that tiny pink organ goaded and beckoned 
him, taunting him with the half-hinted promise of unimaginable delights to 
come. Finally, unable to restrain himself for another moment, the redhead 
deftly withdrew his probing hand from the dew-moistened valley of Paula's 
ripe and waiting cunt, and used it to attack the restraining belt, snaps and 
zipper of his own bulging slacks. 

Paula was brought back to a state of at least semiconsciousness by two 
sounds; the metallic rasp of a zipper being rapidly lowered to full 
extension, and the lewd accompanying snicker of the other truck driver, the 
dark-haired letch sitting on her right with his hand still buried and avidly 
working in her naked little crotch. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned 
instinctively, reflexively, toward the sound of that swiftly descending 
zipper. 

What she saw when her eyes found their target was almost too much for her to 
comprehend in one viewing. The red-haired driver had already succeeded in 
freeing his erection from the restraining slacks and jockey shorts, and now 
it thrust upward from his loins like a tower of flesh, a massive guided 
missile aimed directly at her panting, wide-eyed face. 

The sight of that massive, looming penis enthralled Paula. She had never 
seen any sight to compare with that one in her young life before, not even 
the heavy cudgel which Frankie carried between his legs and used on her with 
such devastating effect. This cock, the truck driver's was a good three 
inches longer than Frankie's, and nearly two inches in diameter in the 
middle. The helmet-shaped circumcised glans was purple and pulsing with its 
rapture, the entire organ gorged to bursting with bright scarlet blood. The 
thick veins which lined the underside of that powerful shaft were themselves 
pulsating like living things, almost seeming to undulate beneath the satiny, 
tightly-stretched penile skin even as Paula stared at them. At the very apex 
of the fleshy tower, gleaming with reflected light as if to accent the slit 
in the tip of his fat cock head, was a single pearly drop of seminal fluid 
the size of a pea. 

The instinctive rush of fearful awe which Paula felt at her first sight of 
that imposing penis was almost immediately swallowed and replaced by an 
almost overwhelming desire to reach out her slender hand and touch it, to 
cup and fondle that long, thick, powerful life-giving pole of male 
procreativity. She felt a deep yearning in the depths of her cunt, and 
almost imagined her labia turning slightly inward to beckon the meaty 
invader, sucking rapturously at the other driver's fingers and taking them 
as a rather poor substitute at best. 

It seemed almost as if the red-haired driver could look in Paula's mind and 
read her most secret, most erotic thoughts. His face wore a broad, beaming 
smile as he casually took hold of his own cock with one big hand, idly 
stroking and massaging the full length of it while the naked young woman 
stared in awe and sensual envy. His caresses smeared the thick drop of semen 
away from the tip of his glans, spreading it thin over his entire cock until 
the entire meaty pole glistened as if with a light of his own. The new 
wetness of his organ produced a little sucking, slushing sound with every 
stroke of his fist along its imposing length. 

Staring at that imposing rod of male genital flesh, Paula Green was amazed 
to see it actually growing before her very eyes. Although she would have 
been willing to bet her life that the truck driver's cock was already at 
maximum extension, she now saw it gaining nearly another full inch in 
length, and perhaps another half inch if gross diameter, under the teasing, 
taunting ministrations of his jism-slickened palm. The fat red cock throbbed 
and pulsated as if with a life all of its own, a fluid pulsation which might 
have horrified her once upon a time, before that afternoon's experiences, 
but which now only fascinated and deeply aroused her. 

As she looked down at that pulsating, inciteful male organ, young Paula was 
startled to see one of her own slim hands drifting lonely towards the 
cum-slick tool as if disembodied and moving with a will and mind of its own. 
She tried to withdraw that searching, trembling hand, but found her will 
powerless to control its advance or retreat. She waited, holding her breath, 
not knowing what to expect when her soft fingertips made contact for the 
first time in her young life with the velvet flesh of a male penis. 

When her long, slim fingers came to rest ever so lightly on the very tip of 
the red-haired driver's glans, she felt almost as if her fingertips were 
being seared with a hot iron, so intense and powerful was the erotic 
sensation. It was obvious that the man, too, felt something of the same 
sensation, for his body stiffened into instant rock-like rigidity and his 
cock gave a little lurching, pulsating jump of its own, striving upward to 
increase the inciteful contact with that welcome but rather unexpected 
female hand. The driver's breath wheezed out from between clenched teeth in 
panting little gasps of unrestrained animalistic lust. 

Encouraged by the power which she seemed to hold over the stranger, Paula 
slowly, experimentally, curled her soft fingers around the head of his 
penis, sliding her palm around over that warm knob of genital flesh until 
her hand was also slick and moist with the juices of his pre-ejaculate 
fluid. Then, finally and slowly, with some hesitancy still on her part, 
Paula slid her curled hand down the titanic length of his organ, stroking 
the entire length of that powerful cock and then back up again to the 
quivering, excited tip. 

Paula's masturbating strokes increased in speed and power in direct 
proportion to the truck driver's obvious appreciation of her action, as well 
as in proportion to the effect which her own act had on her. It felt to her 
almost as if a current of living electricity was flowing somehow through his 
powerful organ and along her arm, into her body at the shoulder and rapidly 
down her torso, after a crackling, inciteful pause at her nipples, to 
detonate the bomb of acute arousal in the tight little pit of her hungry, 
needing loins. His cock was emitting a generous supply of seminal fluid now, 
in time to her milking, demanding strokes, and her hand was almost 
friction-free as it slid ever more rapidly up and down the slippery shaft of 
his rigid tool. 

On her right side, Paula was less than surprised to hear the rasping noise 
of a second zipper lowered by quaking hands, and turning half way in that 
direction, she reached out her free hand without taking her eyes off the 
penis she held in her left. A little shuddering sigh wracked her naked body 
as the fat haft of a second cock fitted itself almost naturally into her 
palm, and soon both of her masturbating hands were equally slick and greasy 
with the cum of the two truck drivers as she sat there trembling between 
them, pumping their cocks with amateurish but exciting gusto, eyes half 
closed, her breath wheezing out in aroused little gusts and pants. 

The two tremendously horny truck drivers were able to stand only so much of 
this, sitting there on cither side of a naked and voluptuous young woman, 
their big hands rummaging in her wet cunt as she avidly jacked off both of 
their cocks at once. Each man knew that his orgasm could not long be 
postponed under such conditions, and so, determined to get the very most for 
their money out of the experience, each at last reluctantly disengaged her 
hands from their pricks as if on cue. 

Paula was briefly confused by the men's actions, until she looked quickly on 
either side of her and saw them scrambling to shed their clothing entirely. 
She knew what was coming then, that she was to be violently taken by first 
one and then the other, but in fact her young mind was too far lost in a 
lusty fantasy world of her own creation for that prospect to hold any more 
terror for her. If anything, she was slightly chagrined to find that the 
idea rather added to her unwitting arousal of the moment. 

When the two partners had succeeded in divesting themselves of all their 
restraining clothing, they turned once more toward the naked girl between 
them. Lust burned in their eyes, and they were fairly drooling as they 
devoured her luscious nudity again with hungry eyes. Paula could patently 
see the message in those eyes; they would not be long able to restrain 
themselves from pouncing upon her defenseless naked body. 

A few moments of confusion spared the young teacher from immediate indignity 
of double rape, but by that time she was no longer entirely certain that she 
wished to be saved. It seemed to her as if the men could not decide which 
one should ravage her first, or what their first move should be in that 
erotic little field maneuver. Finally, the decision was made without any 
spoken signal passing between the two partners, and the nature of that 
decision took even the lust-crazed young woman completely by surprise. 

Both of the strong men seized her simultaneously, grasping her by the hips 
and shoulders respectively with their big hands. By sheer brute force they 
lifted her off the seat and turned her this way and that like a child's toy, 
evidently positioning her in the direction which might be most advantageous 
for the opening of their lecherous little sex games. When they finished 
positioning her, Paula was actually kneeling lengthways on the seat 
cushions, and the men, their own positions altered by their exertions, were 
kneeling with one at her head and one facing her plump, ripe young buttocks. 

Only when she found herself at last there in the chosen position, on hands 
and knees on the back seat of her own car and sandwiched between the two 
nameless truck drivers, did the awful truth break through to Paula Green's 
naive young mind. The evil, lewd men did not plan to take her one after the 
other: fully intended to attack her simultaneously. 

An elicit little tremor of budding excitement at the prospect raced along 
Paula's spine, but was quickly shouldered aside by a shudder of dread as she 
finally realized the actual vulnerability of her own position, trapped there 
between the two aroused males. Already the thick penis of the dark-haired 
driver was wobbling and waving within inches of her face, and she could 
plainly feel the hot, wet tip of the other man's penis grazing with taunting 
little strokes against the back of her firm young thighs. There could not be 
the slightest doubt in her mind any longer of what each lecherous older man 
wanted and expected from her. 

The red-haired man was intending to fuck into her little pussy from the 
rear, while his darker partner expected her to lick and suck off the 
imposing head and shaft of his glistening male cock! 

Paula's mind revolted at the prospect of taking that long, thick male organ 
inside her mouth and throat. For one thing, she had been taught since 
childhood that such acts, when mentioned at all, were wrong, perverted, and, 
well, unnatural. For another, the physical evidence before her eyes told her 
plainly that she could never hope to contain the entire bulk of the 
stranger's penis within her little throat; surely in his excitement, with 
the rutting and thrusting which was sure to come as he approached his 
climax, he might tear something loose inside her throat, or even strangle 
her on his fat cock itself. 

Tears of terror filled Paula's dark eyes to overflowing and then coursed 
anew down her pale cheeks. Mewling, incoherent little cries of protest and 
refusal trailed from her lips, but they fell on deaf ears as the two lusty 
men fell about the task of taking her ripe young body for their personal 
pleasure. Nothing could restrain them as they pressed on for the goal of 
possessing her totally and intimately at that moment in time. 

Already Paula could feel large, strong hands prying the cheeks of her ass 
wide apart, exposing both the rosy slit of her cuntal orifice and the tiny, 
puckered ring of her virginal little asshole. The truck driver crouching 
back there maneuvered his pelvis into position, letting the cum-slickened 
head of his penis graze lightly along the furry lips of Paula's pussy, 
nuzzling in between her pouting nether lips to butt incitefully against the 
erectile little pleasure node of her clit. That chafing, insistent contact 
sent shivering spasms of welcome pleasure racing along her spine, but they 
alone could not overcome the brooding terror she felt for that second cock 
wavering in front of her face. 

The black-haired driver had grasped his thick cock in one hand now, cupping 
the other hand firmly around the back of Paula's head so that she could in 
no way avert her face and deprive him of his chosen target. He thrust his 
hips forward, manually guiding both her head and his cock until the very tip 
of his glans, with its staring cyclopic eye, made tingling, grazing contact 
with the tightly-shut lips of her virginal little mouth. 

Paula felt the bile rising in her throat at that forbidden contact, and it 
was all she could do to keep from gagging then and there. She desperately 
struggled to break free of her dark-haired captor's grasp, almost forgetting 
the other man intent on fucking her almost-chaste little pussy in terror at 
being forced into yet another act of forbidden oral sex. 

Paula Green's efforts to evade the grasp of the dark-haired driver were so 
energetic and violent that she unintentionally squirmed her hips backward 
with considerable force, accidentally impaling her hot and juicy little gash 
on the first two inches of the red-heads glistening penile shaft. She went 
instantly rigid at that probing invasion of her cunt, a little groan of 
mingled pain and arousal slipping from between her tightly clenched teeth as 
her cuntal muscles alternately fought to bar and to welcome the fleshy 
invader. A powerful tremor of unwanted passion raced through her body, 
making her quiver like a dog trying to shake water off his coat. 

The red-haired truck driver was totally lost in his own realm of erotic 
fantasy now, with his cock locked in Paula's cunt. He paused there for a 
long moment, breathing deeply and simply savoring the erotic sensations 
which the velvet vice of the young woman's pussy was transmitting to his 
penis by sheer tingling contact. Finally, he began to flex his long cock 
shaft as it lay nestled deep inside Paula's cunt, contracting and expanding 
his pelvic muscles in a fashion that seemed to make his cock swell and 
pulsate with a vibrant life of its own. 

Paula groaned aloud and trembled violently as the lurching, heaving 
pulsations of the cock buried in her loins further stimulated the burning 
slit of her excited little vagina. Never before had she felt so completely 
filled down there, and the position in which the red-haired truck driver 
knelt behind her allowed him the maximum amount of penile penetration into 
her exposed and vulnerable little cunt. 

The dark-haired man crouching in front of Paula had not been idle, 
meanwhile. He had maintained his vise-like grip on the back of her straining 
head, and with his other hand he continued to rub and chafe the wet, glans 
of his fat prick back and forth along the outline of her tightened lips. 
Already Paula felt herself weakening in the face of that second assault. Her 
arousal, heightened by the large cock probing and invading her once-virginal 
little cunt, had increased her rate of breathing to the point that she was 
fairly panting, and she was not sure how much longer she could endure 
breathing only through her two little nostrils. Soon, very soon she feared, 
it would be necessary for her to open her mouth wide and suck in the cool, 
clean air that she craved. And when she did so, she knew only too well that 
the dark-haired man's tumescent organ would also find its unerring way 
inside her little oral cavity. 

In fact, it was not a shortage of air, but rather an excess of sexual 
passion which finally doomed Paula on the second front of her erotic 
struggle. For at that precise moment, the red-haired driver had decided to 
slowly withdraw his fat penis from the clinging confines of her pussy, 
drawing the rubbery walls along with him and creating the most deliciously 
excruciating sensation inside of Paula, as if her cunt and uterus itself 
were somehow being pulled inside-out by some powerful suction machine. The 
feelings of mingled pain and pleasure were so powerful, so unbearably 
intense, that Paula could not suppress the growling cry which rose unbidden 
in her throat from ripping outward between her teeth and lips. 

The dark-haired truck driver saw his opportunity at long last and seized 
upon it greedily. He thrust his hips forward, sliding almost the full length 
of his slick, fat cock deep into the back of Paula's throat, stopping only 
when the blunt purple glans had butted up tightly against her soft little 
palate. 

Paula Green experienced an immediate sensation of drowning, and for the 
briefest of moments she feared that she was about to lose her life by 
strangling on that thick male organ then and there. After a few seconds of 
panic, however, she relaxed enough to find that it was still actually quite 
easy for her to breathe through her nose if only she would relax the 
tightened muscles of her throat. There was something else about the 
experience as well, some indefinable combination of flavor and aroma which 
his penis gave off, which she found surprisingly stimulating and arousing 
under those unusual circumstances. 

Slowly, tentatively, Paula Green let her little pink tongue curl out and 
lightly stroke along the thickly-veined underside of the dark-haired man's 
prick. The reaction, though largely unintended and unexpected, was both 
immediate and very emphatic. He stiffened, arching his back and squirming 
his hips farther forward so that another half-inch of his meaty rod was 
buried in her clasping little throat. His penis also seemed to grow 
measurably in diameter, and she could plainly read the heightened level of 
his erotic arousal by the way his panting breath wheezed and rattled now in 
his dry throat. Large beads of perspiration stood out on his reddened face, 
neck and heaving chest as he wriggled and trembled in the iron grip of 
powerful, violent emotion. 

Behind Paula, the red-haired driver found himself in a very similar state of 
extreme excitation. After withdrawing his cock from her pussy until only the 
very tip of it remained inside, he had suddenly and violently thrust his 
hips forward again, plowing his thick penis deep into her cunt until the 
glans butted up firmly against the rubbery little barrier of her cervix, 
jolting Paula and forcing her forward so that the cock trapped in her mouth 
slid even deeper down into her clinging little throat. 

Now the man behind Paula was reaming his long hard prick in and out of her 
tiny little cunt with ever greater zeal and rapidity, constantly increasing 
the pace of his powerful fucking rhythm with every skewering stroke of his 
shaft. His big hands reached out to grasp her full, ripe young hips, tugging 
her loins back tightly against his own, giving his cock the maximum possible 
access now to the widely-splayed slit of her no-longer-virginal little twat. 
On every stroke, as his cock sluiced deeply into the yielding quiver of her 
loins, the man's heavy testicles swung forward like a fleshy pendulum to 
smack resoundingly against the taut hemispheres of Paula Green's pliant, yet 
firm little ass cheeks. 

The dual and simultaneous stimuli to which young Paula Green found herself 
unexpectedly subjected there in the back seat of her own car, with one 
stranger reaming his fat cock in and out of her superheated little pussy 
while another slid his ever more rapidly in and out of her clasping, sucking 
mouth, would have seemed incredible to her if her young mind had been in any 
sort of condition even remotely approaching rationality. As it was, however, 
totally caught up and adrift in the lusty fantasy universe created for her 
by those two rampaging, impaling male organs, Paula had very little time 
indeed for such philosophical considerations. There was time, in fact, only 
for the once-virginal young teacher to let herself savor each and every new 
erotic sensation which came her way, and to try and find space in her mind 
for the prayer of blessed thankfulness which involuntarily formed there. 

Paula's entire nude young body felt as if it was vibrating with the force of 
intense erotic pulsations that originated, strangely, inside of herself 
rather than from any outside source. She was trembling like a woman caught 
in the grip of a powerful tropical fever, her body quaking and perspiring 
heavily in the heat of her now-unrestrained passionate desire. There seemed 
to be no denying the fact that what had begun as, at least on her part, an 
unwelcome and revolting exercise in involuntary seduction, had recently been 
transformed into a lustful little threesome, an orgy of sorts with three 
adult partners consenting and participating on equal terms. 

Paula Green was the centerpiece of that sensual threesome, the fleshy, 
erotic altar at which the two nameless men knelt to deliver their fleshy 
offerings of desire. She accepted those offerings gladly, hungrily, her hips 
squirming and writhing backward now against the furry loins of the man who 
was fucking her cunt so energetically. Her grasping little gash was like 
some erotically inspired mouth, sucking and nibbling at the entrapped length 
of his male organ with a rapaciousness that rather astounded both of them at 
the same time. The internal muscles of her inexperienced little cunt seemed 
to have come alive with a will and passionate desire of their own, clinging 
to his shaft and stroking it on every skewering thrust, for all the world 
like the skilled and practiced action of a tight masturbating fist wrapped 
in a hot velvet glove. 

Meanwhile, Paula was also rapidly discovering the possible arousing effects 
of cocksucking, lapping more avidly now at the thick, invading shaft of the 
penis which impaled her little mouth and throat with ever-increasing tempo. 
She churned her tongue about and hollowed her cheeks, tempting and sucking 
that rampant male organ onward and inward, into a steamy maelstrom of oral 
passion and lust that the startled dark-haired truck driver could scarcely 
believe. It was all simply too much for him to accept, as he saw their 
formerly demure victim suddenly being transformed into a slavering, rutting 
sex kitten before his own lust-narrowed eyes. 

The trio of sex-maddened people at that moment had absolutely no mind for 
anything beyond their own miniature universe, a highly restricted fantasy 
world centering around their own fucking and sucking, filled with dizzying 
erotic sensations which drove them onward and upward, each in their own ways 
striving to achieve the crowning glory of primal, burning orgasm. So 
enraptured and distracted were they by the quest for their own driving 
pleasures, that not one of them noticed when Frankie and Marsha returned 
from their stroll to stand beside the car, leaning down to peer through the 
open windows while nudging each other and whispering softly over this or 
that movement of the three straining naked bodies. 

Paula Green was arching and curving her spine like a sensuous serpent in 
human form, every muscle and tendon in her trim young body rippling beneath 
the thin velvety covering of her perfect, unblemished skin. Her nipples 
stuck out like twin bullets from her gently swaying breasts, and her plump 
buttocks jiggled violently with the dual forces of her own fucking thrusts 
and the impact of the massive cock being reamed in and out of her tender 
young twat. Each driving, skewering thrust of that powerful male penis into 
her cunt produced a little squishing, smacking sound, and already the soft 
insides of her trembling thighs were dripping with the combined overflow 
moisture of her own feminine lust secretions and the pre-ejaculate fluid 
dripping copiously from the red-haired truck driver's thick penis. 

Each member of the lusty, lecherous triad hovered on the razor-edged brink 
of impending satisfaction, each brain and inflamed nervous system straining 
mightily toward that end with a selfish singleness of purpose which almost 
denied the existence of the other partners in that sexual union. And yet, at 
the same time, each participant in that torrid mini-orgy also realized, at a 
different level of consciousness, that none of them would be able to realize 
the full erotic potential of that unique situation without the willing and 
able cooperation of the other two. To that end, and simply because it was 
the most natural and logical thing to do, they rapidly and avidly went along 
full speed with their fucking and sucking as if to drive themselves and each 
other over the brink to blissful oblivion with all possible haste. 

Paula Green felt the red-haired truck driver's orgasm beginning, the 
sensations passing themselves along to her cuntal walls like the 
unmistakable tremors preceding a major earthquake. She increased the tempo 
of her own backward-fucking thrusts, helping him get there at the same time 
that she increased the inciteful friction between his quivering organ and 
her own little pussy and clitoris. She gloried in the sudden lengthening and 
expansion of his penis, feeling her own pre-orgasmic tremors mounting in the 
tightly-stretched little cleft between her ripe young ass cheeks. Inspired 
by that progress, she once more redoubled her fucking, writhing tempo. 

As it happened, Paula and her now-welcome rapist chanced to reach orgasm at 
almost precisely the same moment. They both stiffened, locked together at 
the loins as the spasms of intense gratifying passion rocked them and shook 
them as one. Paula felt her orgasmic convulsions coming, rippling upward and 
outward from the thoroughly-fucked slit of her pussy to engulf and enflame 
her entire body and mind. At the same time, the driver's long cock gave a 
single stiffening lurch of passion, and then seemed to literally explode 
there inside her, spouting burst after burst of creamy white jism into the 
thirsty depths of her ravenous little cunt. Paula's inexperienced pussy 
could not hold all that hot, steamy jism, and in a matter of seconds 
quantities of the driver's viscous load were overflowing to stream in hot, 
thick rivulets down the soft, damp insides of her trembling thighs. 

As young Paula Green had gradually succumbed to the overwhelming effects of 
her total, engrossing orgasm, the sucking action of her mouth upon the 
dark-haired driver's penis had increased in both speed and erotic intensity. 
It seemed to that panting man as if the young woman kneeling before him was 
suddenly intent on sucking and draining his testicles dry as a bone, and the 
swirling, inciteful slashing of her active tongue around the fat glans of 
his cock was enough to make him gasp and writhe with desire. His testicles 
were tightly clenched between his straining thighs like a large, angry fist. 

The dark man felt his climax coming on like the approach of a run-away steam 
engine, striking his confused and lust-addled mind with cyclone force and 
sweeping him away onto a diving, twisting roller coaster ride of passion, 
sweeping his mind and body around and around and down into a vortex of 
orgasmic ecstasy. He felt his balls tighten still further, then seemingly 
explode as the hot flood of his sticky semen raced along the swollen sperm 
ducts of his penis and erupted from the single slit in his glans in great 
spouting plumes of cum. 

Paula Green felt as if she was suddenly trapped and drowning on the copious 
flood of semen filling her mouth and shooting back to splatter against her 
palate. Quickly, and out of reflexive survival instincts, she began to 
swallow that creamy load of jism, her cheeks hollowing repeatedly as she 
gulped and strained in an effort to take every last drop of the warm cum. 
She found the taste, surprisingly, not at all unpleasant, arousing in fact, 
and with a suddenness which amazed her she was suddenly off and galloping on 
a powerful secondary orgasm of her own, once more trembling and shaking 
between the two men who were fucking her so avidly in mouth and cunt. 

The three celebrants froze in their trembling positions, locked together at 
loins and face for a frozen moment of erotic eternity. Then, almost 
reluctantly, they began to separate and draw away from one another, the 
moment ending, the mood broken. Little groaning sighs of pleasure came from 
each of them as they felt the warm sensations of erotic afterglow settling 
blissfully upon them. The red head's already deflating cock slipped out of 
Paula's overflowing little pussy with a wet sucking sound, and the dark 
man's organ left her clinging little oral cavity in a similar depleted 
condition. Suddenly deprived of those two impaling supports, Paula wobbled 
unsteadily on hands and knees, and might have toppled completely off the 
slippery seat if the two truck drivers had not braced her with suddenly 
gentle hands, helping her as she turned around and collapsed back into a 
normal sitting position between then. 

The two truck drivers dressed quickly and in silence, for some reason 
averting their eyes from Paula's sweat-glistening nudity as if they now 
viewed her with a new respect, or else were in some way ashamed of having 
taken advantage of her vulnerability. Not until they were completely dressed 
again and climbing out of the car on either side did they notice Frankie and 
Marsha standing there beside the vehicle with broad smiles on their faces. 

"Not bad, eh, boys?" Frankie chortled, breaking the surprised silence. "Did 
she live up to my advertising?" 

"It was fine," the redhead muttered softly, and his dark-haired partner 
nodded mutely in almost grudging assent. 

"I know it would be," the blonde youth answered, leering evilly from one man 
to the other. "One problem though-you're overtime." 

As he spoke, he drew an expensive-looking pocket watch from somewhere inside 
his blue denim jacket and waved it in the general direction of the men 
approaching him. 

The truck drivers glanced briefly at each other, and then the redhead, as 
apparent senior partner of the outfit, shook his head in a slow but emphatic 
negative. 

"It was sweet, boy, I'll admit that right up front," he said, his tone grim. 
"But you've got a hundred off us already, and that's all you're going to 
get!" 

"That's all!" the dark-haired partner said in stern agreement. 

Frankie stiffened, his face going from serious to angry, his cheeks 
reddening. "Now listen," he snapped, "we had a deal, and I'll be fucked if 
I'm going to let you welsh on it!" 

The red-haired driver grinned broadly, showing off a set of slightly 
yellowed teeth in his ruddy face as he stepped closer. It was an 
intimidating movement, for he fairly towered over the blonde, willowy youth, 
and now his liquor-reeking breath was hot and heavy in Frankie's furious 
face. 

"Just what in the hell do you plan to do about it?" the driver was sneering 
down at the blonde boy. "You gonna call the cops? Or maybe just run home and 
tell mommie on us?" He joined his partner in a round of chuckling at his own 
joke. 

Frankie seemed to be thinking the problem over for a long moment, his right 
hand unnoticed as it slid into the pocket of his blue jeans and then began 
to stealthily emerge once more. 

"Well, now," he said slowly, thoughtfully, sucking at his even front teeth, 
"I suppose I might do THIS!" 

The last word of that sentence was somewhere between a hiss and a snarl, and 
the sudden flow of Frankie's actions fitted the tone of his voice. His right 
hand came up and out of his pants pocket, swinging in a shallow arc toward 
the driver who loomed over him. The long, cold switchblade knife snapped 
open in mid-swing, glittering briefly like a silver finger of steel before 
the blade ended its arcing track in the soft flesh of the tall man's throat. 

The red-haired driver made a little strangled, gasping sound deep in his 
chest as razor-edged metal sheared through his windpipe and jugular vein. 
Bright crimson blood fountained from his ravaged throat as the knife emerged 
beneath his right jaw bone, ripping his throat open from ear to ear. His big 
hands were half-raised, frozen in space as if undecided whether to clasp at 
his throat in protective reaction or to flail out at the mere pipsqueak of a 
boy who dared to challenge him. 

Paula Green watched, eyes wide with shock and horror, as the tall driver 
folded up and collapsed on the grass of the backwoods access road. He was 
dead before he hit the ground, the front of his work shirt already drenched 
by the pumping scarlet flow of his life's fluid. 

The dark-haired truck driver gave out a rumbling growl of mingled grief and 
rage, launching himself at Frankie with his big arms and fists wind-milling 
into the assault. The blonde boy backpedaled rapidly, deftly sidestepping a 
pair of cadenced punches, darting, bobbing and weaving like the experienced 
street fighter he was. 

At the same moment, lithe little Marsha sprang into action, leaping with the 
energy and grace of a circus acrobat onto the broad back of the infuriated 
older man. Her clawed fingers raked deeply across his face, plowing bloody 
furrows across cheeks and forehead as they sought his eyes. 

The driver reacted instinctively to that burden upon his back and shoulders, 
shaking himself dog fashion and groping behind his throbbing head with both 
big hands in an effort to dislodge the clawing, biting hellcat lodged there. 
He might have been successful in warding off her sneak assault had not 
Frankie chosen that most opportune of all moments to rejoin the battle. 

The blonde assassin came in fast and low, moving in a well-rehearsed combat 
crouch. Over and over he plunged his long, cruel knife blade into the 
exposed belly and chest of the dark-haired man, burying it to the hilt a 
half dozen times before the driver could even attempt to react effectively. 
By that time, of course, it was far too late to do anything, and Paula felt 
a sob choking her dry throat as the man toppled forward and face down onto 
the blood-flecked grass, with Marsha still straddling his shoulders. His 
muscular body gave a single dying shiver, then lay still. 

Young Paula Green could not tear her eyes away from that ghoulish scene, no 
matter how much it repulsed her. She watched as Frankie bent and wiped his 
bloody knife clean on the seat of the dark-haired man's work pants, then 
folded the evil weapon and stowed it once more in his pants pocket. Then, he 
and Marsha went about the task of plundering the dead, turning the men's 
pockets inside out with practiced speed and ease, themselves pocketing 
money, wallets, and credit cards with a speed that fairly astonished the 
bewildered captive schoolteacher. 

After a cursory check of the parked truck, which netted the young killers 
nothing beyond a sack lunch and thermos of coffee, they returned to the 
waiting Chevrolet and both climbed into the front seat. Frankie scooped up 
the misplaced blanket from the floorboards at his feet, then tossed it back 
over his shoulder to Paula before gunning the car's engine into life and 
moving out along the grassy road. 

"Now you've seen what we can do if we have to," he said, his eyes seeking 
and finding hers from the rear-view mirror, holding her horrified gaze with 
his icy one. "If you're as smart as I think you are, you'll play along all 
the way and not try to give us any shit!" 

Paula nodded dumbly, afraid to argue, thankful at that moment for the bare 
concealment and illusory protection which the skimpy piece of blanket 
material afforded her in her nakedness. She sat there trembling, squeezed 
into one corner of the back seat, staring through the side window as the 
trees and underbrush rolled past outside. 

After what seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes, the car made its way onto 
another paved highway, though clearly not the freeway on which she had made 
the mistake of picking up these two young murderers. They were still 
traveling east, she surmised, for the sun was setting low in the sky now at 
their backs, preparing to set in the west. She had no idea where they were 
going, and she was far too frightened to risk Frankie's murderous wrath by 
inquiring. 

Once, in the distance ahead of them, she saw the black and white shape of a 
California Highway Patrol cruiser approaching them from the east, drawing 
rapidly nearer. Desperate escape plans suddenly filled Paula's feverish 
mind: could she fling her blanket out the window and induce the officer to 
stop them for littering? Or, perhaps, even cast that dubious cover aside and 
thrust the top half of her nude torso out the window at attract his 
attention? Briefly, she even considered flinging herself out of the moving 
car completely, but the thought of the rough pavement grating and digging 
into her nude flesh as she bounced and rolled along at high speed froze her 
hand half way to the door's handle. As for the other plans to secure rescue, 
she had no slightest doubt that Frankie would endeavor to outrun the police 
car in any event, and that during the chase, one or both of the murderous 
young savages would delight in slaying her for the difficulty she had 
brought down upon their heads. 

Weeping bitter little tears of frustration and sheer terror, Paula 
helplessly watched the sleek patrol car flash past them in the opposite 
lane, and then recede into the fading light of the sunset far behind. She 
was left totally alone then with her murderous abductors on that barren 
stretch of rural California highway. 

After the better part of an hour, when fear had receded somewhat in her 
numbing mind and she was finally conscious of a hunger that reminded her she 
had eaten nothing since breakfast that morning, Paula was foolish or 
desperate enough to speak once more to her young captors. 

"Please, where are you taking me?" she asked softly, terrified in case her 
tone, or the act of speaking itself, should provoke some violent insane 
reaction from either of them. 

To her surprise, Marsha's answer was calm, clear, and to the point. 

"We're heading for a secret place we know, baby," he said simply. "We've got 
some friends there, and we can all rest up and party for a while." 

Her success with the first question made Paula less cautious, perhaps even 
reckless, in her newfound freedom to speak. "Whe ...when ...when do you 
think you might be able to let me go?" 

Both Frankie and Marsha chuckled aloud at that; their soft, knowing laughter 
was somehow more disconcerting than any words of doom which they might have 
spoken. 

"Don't worry about that just yet," Marsha said, grinning wolfishly over her 
shoulder at the near-naked young hostage. "We want you to meet our friends 
first, and get to know them a little bit." 

"You'll like them fine," Frankie added in an unconvincing tone. "They're our 
kind of people." 

Our kind of people! Paula could not tell whether the boy driving her car was 
speaking only for himself and the girl, or whether Paula's own abandoned 
behavior during the past few hours had led him to think of her as one of his 
little clique of murderous human degenerates. In either case, his 
pronouncement on the quality of his friends' character made her blood run 
cold. They would, undoubtedly and without question, be more people just like 
himself and his evil young female companion. Paula could hope for and expect 
no mercy from them; only a furtherance and continuation of her own ongoing 
degradation and misery. 

Paula Green dabbed at her moist eyes with a corner of the dusty blanket 
which at least partially covered her luscious naked body there on the back 
seat of the hastening automobile. After all, she told herself, it would be 
best if she put a brave front on things for the moment. It seemed possible 
that these savages, like the animals they were, would be able to smell or 
sense an aura of fear around her and might react accordingly. She determined 
to be brave in spite of everything she had seen and which had happened to 
her on that numbing afternoon of terror and debasement. 

After what seemed like a half hour of continuous driving, Frankie abruptly 
swung the car onto a dirt road that cut sharply away to the right. From the 
amount of loose dust overlaying the track, Paula guessed that the road saw 
little use from vehicles. She felt a little anticipatory shiver of fear pass 
upward along her spine, raising her hackles, as the paved road and its 
relative safety disappeared behind a screen of forest at her back. 

For good or ill, they must now surely be on the way to Frankie's "secret 
place." Paula could only wait with trembling limbs and baited breath to see 
what might befall her there. 

 CHAPTER 4 

After what seemed like an eternity of driving upward and upward, the car at 
last passed through an opening in a thick screen of evergreen trees and onto 
level ground. Frankie slowed the car at once, rapping out an apparently 
prearranged signal on its horn: two short blasts, a longer one, another 
short. Even as he did so, Paula Green saw their final destination through 
the side window of the car; it was a rustic but expensive-looking two-storey 
log cabin affair, with white smoke curling lazily from a stone chimney at 
the south end. 

They were slowing to a halt in front of the cabin's front door just as that 
door opened from within. A burly, bearded young man stood framed in the 
lighted doorway. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only blue jeans and 
scuffed cowboy boots as far as Paula could see. His eyes were somehow cold 
and forbidding as they locked with hers. Another young man, this one fair 
and clean shaven, peered over the first one's shoulder from inside the 
cabin. 

Frankie and Marsha got out of the car quickly, calling cheerful greetings to 
the two men in the doorway. Frankie opened the back door of the car on 
Paula's side and motioned for her to get out. When she hesitated, he reached 
swiftly inside and seized her by one arm, dragging her out of the car so 
roughly that she fell to her knees on the soft grass, almost losing her grip 
on the blanket which she had now wrapped around her naked body to afford at 
least some modest protection and coverage. 

As she rose slowly, hesitantly to her feet, Paula felt eyes upon her, and 
glancing toward the north end of the cabin, she now saw another young man 
standing amid some thick flowering shrubs there. Fading sunlight glinted 
wickedly on the revolver which he carried thrust into the waistband of his 
faded slacks. 

"We always post a guard up here," Frankie said in answer to her unspoken 
question as he grasped her by the arm again and steered her commandingly 
toward the open cabin doorway. The two young men standing there stepped 
aside to let them enter. 

"Who's your guest?" asked the bearded man as the door was closed firmly 
behind them. 

Marsha snickered lewdly. "We, uh, haven't been introduced yet, Jeff," she 
answered. "At least not by name." 

A ripple of lecherous laughter went up around the spacious room of the 
cabin, and Paula was surprised to hear another female voice lifted amid the 
general hilarity. Turning toward the massive stone fireplace, she saw a 
young, dark-haired girl sitting beside the hearth, watching her every move. 
The girl wore the predictable faded jeans, and a buckskin vest hanging open 
in front; she wore nothing under that vest, and the round inner curve of her 
milky-white breast flesh was blatantly exposed. Somehow, the sight seemed to 
rivet Paula's full attention for a long moment, in spite of the many other 
problems and dangers she had to face and contend with. 

The brunette girl met Paula's stare with a mocking little smile, seeming to 
read her thoughts, to know her mind. "I like your outfit too, honey," she 
drawled, and as she spoke she leaned back to rest her back against the stone 
fireplace, the movement pulling her vest farther open in front and exposing 
the ripe thrusting swell of her young tits almost to her little hidden 
nipples. 

Paula felt a strange stirring inside of herself as the nameless girl taunted 
her with her half-naked body, and a little flush of shame rose to her pale 
cheeks as that feeling brought back unwelcome memories of her earlier 
lesbian encounter with Marsha in the back of her car. She had very little 
time to worry about those budding feelings of perverse excitement, however, 
for her attention was suddenly being urgently demanded in other quarters. 

"...and we thought we'd just bring her along for a little party while we 
were at it," Frankie was saying to the boy named Jeff and his light-haired 
companion. "No need to waste a great piece of ass, as far as I can tell." 

"No reason at all, Frankie," the bearded boy answered thoughtfully, his eyes 
devouring Paula's shapely form and mentally stripping away the towel to 
leave her bare before his mind's eye. "No reason at all." 

The girl at the fireplace broke into the conversation at that point. "Well, 
hell," she said in a lilting voice, sounding not-quite sober, "let's get 
this party started then!" 

"Right!" Marsha echoed, her eyes greedy again as they roamed up and down 
Paula's barely-concealed naked torso. "I could use another dose of what Miss 
Prissy's got to offer." 

"Easy, Marsh," Jeff said, taking instant control of the situation like the 
leader Paula had already judged him to be. "You and Wendy will get your 
turns, alright. Just don't be jumping the gun and forgetting your place." 

The orders seemed to sober both girls at least slightly, but they kept their 
lust-glowing eyes fastened on Paula as the three young men led her across to 
the other side of the room and the couch situated there. 

It would be more accurate to say that Paula found herself faced with a bed 
than a couch, for it was in fact the largest sofa she had ever seen in her 
life, long enough to seat eight or nine people without crowding, and with 
cushions so broad that when she sat down her legs were barely able to bend 
at the knees. She felt for all the world like a small child trying on her 
father's easy chair for size and finding it much too large for her. 

Frankie sat down on one side of Paula, and the bearded boy named Jeff sat on 
the other. Even as they settled down onto the sofa, the girls, Wendy and 
Marsha, came quickly over and eased down onto the floor, sitting at her 
feet. Paula was instantly self-conscious of the fact that from their 
position they would very-likely be able to look up beneath the small towel 
which covered her, all the way to her bare, exposed little pussy mound. 

Jeff's soft voice interrupted her fearful thoughts. "In case you're 
wondering about the, uh, luxurious accommodations," he began, "you might say 
they were, uh, left to us by a late, very generous benefactor. He doesn't 
need them anymore." 

The half-serious explanation sent a new chill of fear racing along Paula's 
spine. She was instantly reminded of the death of the two horny truck 
drivers, and she felt certain that the former legitimate owner of the plush 
cabin had shared their cruel face. She began, all at once, to have very 
serious doubts about whether she would survive the coming ordeal. 

Jeff and Frankie continued speaking to Paula, alternating as they took turns 
describing their hermitic life for her, but their words did not truly sink 
into the terrified young schoolteachers consciousness. She was far more 
aware of their creeping, insidious hands, already moving slowly, tauntingly 
up her bare thighs on either side to toy with the short hem of her covering 
towel. Already she could feel their hot, sweaty fingertips beginning to 
slide gingerly under that makeshift garment, inching methodically upward 
toward the vibrant, tremulous mound of her lightly-furred little cunt. 

Jeff withdrew his hand before letting it reach its destination, bringing it 
swiftly up to cup the ripe swell of her left breast through-the soft, worn 
material of the towel. He began to knead and massage that pliant globe of 
flesh, all the time nuzzling and licking incitefully along the side of her 
soft throat nearest to him. At length, his mouth came to her tiny shell like 
ear, and Paula stiffened where she sat, quivering with cold passion, as his 
little tongue tip flicked out lightly to trace the outline of her inner ear. 
All the while, his strong hand continued to grope and fondle her breasts, 
until the cherry little nipples were thrusting out prominently and obviously 
from beneath the thin terry-cloth material of the towel. 

No longer satisfied to merely caress her tits through the barrier of that 
makeshift covering, Jeff withdrew his hand and slowly, but with considerable 
hidden strength, drew aside her own hands from where they were gripping the 
towel together at the top. Unobstructed now, his own fingers returned to the 
towel, pulling it apart and spreading it wide with excruciating slowness 
until the pliant but firm cones of her pale naked tits were fully exposed to 
the gaze of everyone in the room. 

Young Paula Green heaved a long, shuddering sigh of mingled humiliation and 
budding excitement. She was unable to either suppress or deny the tingling 
of incipient arousal which she felt in her large, taut breasts; her burning 
pink little nipples were standing out firm and rigid now from the round 
circles of her crinkled aureoles. Those nipples ached, the pleasurable pain 
accenting the heated sensation which was already spreading outward from her 
manhandled tits to envelope her whole upper body. 

Jeff brought his big hands back to her breasts now that they were fully 
exposed, centering a rigid nipple in each hand palm and beginning to move 
his hands in grinding, inciteful circular motions that left Paula trembling 
and breathless with sudden flaring desire. Instinctively, almost 
unconsciously, she arched her supple spine, thrusting her tits tighter into 
his chafing, massaging palms of her own volition, striving against her own 
will and better judgment to increase the inciteful contact between hands and 
breasts. It looked, to the other viewers gathered there, as if the semi-nude 
teacher was actually offering her breasts to the bearded youth as some sort 
of living sexual sacrifice to the gods and goddesses of passion. 

Even as she reluctantly began to savor the sensations flaring in her 
tingling, burning breasts, Paula felt Frankie's invading hand moving within 
striking range of her moist, clasping little cunt itself. With a final 
thrust of his arm he was there, forcing her pliant thighs wider apart with 
his other hand even as his fingers trapped and enfolded the mound of her 
tingling, needing little beaver. Holding her sex in his hand, cupped tightly 
in the warm confines of his palm, Frankie began to grind his hand slowly 
back and forth, deliberately igniting embers of raw sensual passion which 
Paula soon found that she could neither extinguish nor even control in the 
slightest degree. 

The young teacher's limbs began to tremble, and her excited breath was 
coming in chest-heaving little pants now as she felt herself slipping once 
more under the unwholesome, evil spell of her sexual assailants. For all the 
alarms and loud warnings blared out by the voice of her conscience, there 
was nothing whatever that Paula could do to refute or deny the irresistible 
desire that those eager, probing hands were inciting in her captive naked 
body. 

Jeff's hands upon her quivering breasts had become firmer, more demanding, 
and Frankie was in the process of curling one long finger upward and between 
the pouting nether lips of her cunt, when Paula, to her mingled horror and 
arousal, was assailed from yet another quarter at the same time. Suddenly, 
and without prior warning, she trembled to the sensation of a hot wet mouth 
being plastered against the fluttering flesh of her flat little belly, a 
mere inch or two above the tiny indentation of her navel. 

Paula's half-closed eyes snapped wide open once again, and she stared down 
the naked curves of her body to behold a sight that repelled, fascinated and 
aroused her, all at the same instant of time. 

Wendy, the dark-haired girl from beside the fireplace, was leaning forward 
across Paula's knees now, using both hands to spread Paula's now-useless 
towel wide apart as she plastered her hungry mouth against the luscious 
nudity displayed within. The girl's long, black hair fanned out in graceful 
swirls across Paula's naked belly, loins and thighs, adding an inciteful 
little tickle to the other panoply of erotic sensations which she was being 
grudgingly forced to accept. She saw that the girl had shed her buckskin 
vest completely now and was nude to the waist; the chafing of Wendy's rigid 
and excited nipples against her own naked legs gave Paula Green a new and 
added extra tingle of excitement. 

A struggle of sorts seemed to be developing between the four lecherous young 
people. Jeff had his hands full at the moment with her proudly straining 
tits, while Frankie was busy with her cunt and Wendy was sliding her hot, 
wet mouth and tongue hither and yon around Paula's belly. Each of them was 
rather blocking the other from progressing to any other form of foreplay, 
however, and in the crush of humanity centered the nude young teacher, 
Marsha, the lecherous little blonde, had been totally unable to find any 
space or access at all. 

As if under the power of mental telepathy, Jeff and Frankie suddenly and 
together withdrew their hands from Paula's trembling, excited body. A little 
moan of confusion and frustration rose in her throat, but vanished as the 
men seized her, manhandling her off of the couch and down onto the carpet 
floor at their feet. Then, without making any immediate move to join her 
there, the quartet gathered around, staring down at naked young Paula as she 
lay, totally exposed there, on her back. 

"Ladies first," Jeff said at last, with a note of wry reluctance in his 
voice. Frankie made no move to dispute his leader's ruling, while Wendy and 
Marsha giggled with budding ecstasy at the prospect of having Paula's 
luscious naked body all to themselves for at least a short while. 

Paula, in her state of mounting excitement and sexual distraction, did not 
notice that the other blonde boy, who had greeted them with Jeff at the 
door, made no move to join the orgy as it rapidly shaped up into a sexual 
free-for-all. Rather, he stood apart, watching the advancing proceedings 
with a vaguely disturbed and uncomfortable expression on his handsome young 
face. 

Marsha and Wendy wasted no time in positioning themselves for their assault 
upon Paula's reclining naked body. In fact, they moved so swiftly and 
surely, with such apparently practiced precision, that one still-rational 
corner of Paula's mind told her they must have had considerable experience 
in similar situations before. Dark-haired Wendy was suddenly crouching 
directly above Paula's flushed and panting face, looking down the length of 
the young teacher's body toward her tremulous loins. At the same time, 
blonde young Marsha had taken up an identical squatting position above 
Paula's lightly-furred little pussy mound, facing toward where Wendy 
crouched above the naked teacher's face. It had not even occurred to the 
lust-befuddled young Paula to notice it before that moment, but she now saw 
that both of the young outlaw women were totally naked, having apparently 
stripped down without delay while Jeff and Frankie were lifting her off of 
the couch and onto the floor. 

The two young women, Marsha and Wendy, looked each other in the eyes for a 
long moment, and then, as if on the sounding of some inaudible signal from 
above, they both lowered their hips, spreading their thighs wider apart as 
they crouched down lower on top of Paula's prostrate nude form. At one end, 
this brought the softly curling pubic hair of Marsha's cunt into contact 
with the young teacher's own naked vaginal crest, and at the other, it 
brought the pink little slit of Wendy's warm, moist vagina to within a 
half-inch of Paula's panting, slightly-open little mouth. 

Staring up into the cyclopic eye of Wendy's wet and excited little twat, 
Paula Green had no slightest doubts about what the curvaceous young brunette 
expected of her; she clearly wanted the same sort of oral, perverted lesbian 
lovemaking which Marsha had grudgingly forced from Paula during the long 
drive to the cabin. The captive schoolteacher steeled her mind to resist, 
praying for the strength to fight off the erotic temptation which she 
already felt growing inside of her, but at that very moment something else 
happened to further undermine her righteous determination. 

The pressing contact of Marsha's naked cunt against Paula's had suddenly 
increased in both strength and intensity. The curvaceous, naked blonde had 
begun to slidea grind her cuntal mound back and forth against the 
already-tingling lips of the young teacher's pussy, moving her hips in slow, 
sinuous and inciteful rotary grinding motions that fairly set Paula's 
captive little pussy on fire with unwelcome embers of passion. It seemed 
that each new stroke of Marsha's grinding, chafing pelvis forced Paula's 
tight little cuntal labia farther apart, bringing the tinglingly erectile 
little pleasure bud of her tiny clitoris into ever-greater conjunction with 
the lips of her sexy attackers bare pussy. Soon, Paula knew, she would feel 
the jangling, electrifying contact of clit against clit, and she was not at 
all certain as to whether or not her firm mental resolve could withstand 
such shattering temptation. 

Inhaling the heady aroma of Wendy's cunt so close above her face, Paula 
could feel herself slipping ever closer to the brink of total sensual 
abandonment which she so dreaded and feared at that moment. She hated the 
thought of giving in to the lewd and lecherous lesbian assault of those two 
naked young women, but under the circumstances, considering the state of her 
own rapidly advancing arousal, there seemed to be little or no hope for long 
continuing her resistance. 

Both of the naked young women crouching above Paula's recumbent form had a 
hand active on her luscious naked body, taking turns in massaging her tits, 
belly and loins for maximum inciteful effect. Their other hands were active 
upon each other, going through the same arousing paces as they taunted and 
teased each other's tingling erectile nipples and dipped lower to sweep 
across heaving bellies and palpitating crotches. The three-way lesbian 
interaction now required only one element for completion, and that was the 
active cooperation, however reluctant, of young Paula Green as the third 
partner in the triangle. 

That grudging cooperation was finally forced from the young female hostage 
as the naked brunette thrust her pelvis more forcefully downward, now 
completely covering Paula's little nose and mouth with the furry slit of her 
wet and steamy vagina. For a brief instant Paula was afraid that she would 
be suffocated by that sensual muff, but soon she realized that she could in 
fact breathe quite easily if only she relaxed. 

Slowly, experimentally, Paula's nimble little tongue slipped out from 
between her pearly white teeth almost of its own volition, against her 
conscious will, trailing and teasing along the slit between Wendy's swollen 
cuntal labia. The brunette crouching over her face stiffened reflexively, a 
little gasp of grateful passion and lust forced from her tight throat by the 
intensity of the sensation which Paula's timid licking aroused. Almost at 
once Wendy's hips and pelvis were in fluid, undulating motion, sliding her 
cunt back and forth to accent and complement the sliding motions of the 
invading little tongue tip that she craved so badly. 

At first, young Paula Green could scarcely believe that she was actually 
lying there and licking the exposed cunt of a girl she had met only moments 
earlier, but there was simply no denial or turning back from the storm of 
multiple erotic sensations raging through her body at that moment. There was 
the heady aroma and vaguely earthy flavor of Wendy's vagina as she tracked 
her tingling little tongue ever more rapidly along its length, supping of 
the warm female moisture that flowed there. At the same time, there was the 
inciteful action of Wendy's and Marsha's hands upon Paula's naked torso, 
teasing and kneading her breasts into quivering fleshy cones alive with 
erotic tension and excitement. Finally, and most convincingly powerful of 
all at that precise moment, there was the constant arousing, chafing contact 
of Marsha's hot, naked cunt against the captive schoolteacher's own 
straining, hungry little twat. The combined effect of those multiple stimuli 
was nearly enough at that moment to drive Paula Green around the bend of 
sensual insanity, and at the very least it was guaranteed to keep her 
tingling little tongue tip in action along the sweet-smelling valley of 
dark-haired Wendy's tight little pussy. 

All the while that they were receiving their cuntal arousal and satisfaction 
from the young woman lying prostrate between their splayed thighs, Wendy and 
Marsha were also becoming more wrapped up in their manual advances toward 
each other. Their little tingling nipples, Marsha's pink ones and Wendy's 
tan, were quiveringly erect and fairly bursting with the intensity of their 
sensual excitement. Fingers flew like lightning from breast to breast, and 
finally, in their intense arousal the young girls withdrew their free hands 
from Paula's writhing torso, devoting their full manual attention for the 
moment to the heated stimulation of their own straining, pulsating tits. 

Sighing and moaning with rapidly accelerating arousal, Wendy leaned forward 
from the waist, careful to leave her tight little cunt in place atop Paula's 
sucking mouth, and planted a deep, probing kiss upon Marsha's waiting lips. 
The lithe young blonde responded in kind, her agile tongue flicking out to 
join Wendy's in quite an exciting little oral ballet of passion. The sweet 
breath of the two young lesbian lovers mingled hotly, their mutual sobbing 
moans of passion and desire muted in the cave of each other's mouths and 
throats. 

The two boys seated on the huge sofa were fairly panting with lust as they 
watched the three naked women on the floor performing in a lewd little show 
for their voyeuristic pleasure. Both young men were nude now, having 
divested themselves rapidly of all clothing as soon as they had turned Paula 
over to their female partners in abduction. Now they were both masturbating 
slowly, almost idly, keeping their eyes glued on the lustful scene being 
enacted there on the at their feet. Their fucking, pumping fists moved 
slowly, cautiously, for they were being very careful only to arouse 
themselves to a fever pitch, but not to explode in draining, depleting 
orgasm prematurely. 

Of the six people present then in the large, warm living chamber of the 
stony cabin, only the anonymous young man beside the door remained fully 
undressed and totally uninvolved in the lusty action taking place. He stood 
apart, detached from the inciteful little scene, his eyes darting from the 
couch to the trio on the floor and back again, his expression of disapproval 
and distaste deepening by the moment. 

None of the three young women were presently conscious of either that lone 
disapproving stare, or of the hungrier, more avid glares their antics were 
drawing from the two naked young men on the couch nearby. The girls were by 
now totally caught up in their own active sexual involvement, caring for 
nothing but the pleasure and excitement they were giving each other, craving 
nothing save the explosive release which was now uppermost on all their 
young minds. 

Young Paula Green was once more totally caught up in an act of perverted 
sensuality which had been initially forced upon her by cruel and lecherous 
strangers. There was no time to ponder her seemingly extreme vulnerability 
to the slightest sexual advance. Rather, she now had time and a mind only 
for the pursuit of a rocking, reeling orgasm which, hopefully, would leave 
she and her two lesbian partners drained and sated, totally, completely limp 
with intense sexual satisfaction. 

Paula's licking and sucking of Wendy's hot, excited cunt, was becoming more 
animated and active by the moment. Already the young naked captive was 
swirling her darting little tongue up and down the moist coralline slit of 
her tormentor's cunt, flicking the tip all around the clasping rubbery mouth 
of Wendy's vaginal channel itself, then sweeping onward and upward to flay 
the erectile little pleasure node of the nude brunette's clitoris. At the 
same moment, Paula was fairly inhaling great mouthfuls of soft, tender 
cuntal flesh, sucking and gnawing greedily on the lips and inside of Wendy's 
pussy in a manner which left the dark-haired outlaw girl moaning and 
writhing in near-helpless arousal and lust. 

Below, in the region of her own cunt, Paula was receiving spasms of the most 
intense erotic excitement, a pleasure which she would previously have said 
was impossible from the mere rubbing and chafing of one naked female pussy 
against another. The proof was in the arousal she felt, however, and there 
could be no denying the intense feelings which Marsha's wet and dripping 
little cunt were provoking as it scraped and ground tightly against Paula's 
upward straining vaginal mound. 

Paula's hips went into action seemingly on her own, her tight little 
buttocks lifting upward off the carpet and swirling her hips in time to the 
exciting chafing motions of Marsha's own pelvic girdle. A mewling cry of 
passion rose in Paula's mouth and was just as quickly lost in the hot, 
steamy depths of Wendy's hungry little cunt, as she at last surrendered 
herself entirely and without further reservations to the irresistible erotic 
sensations sweeping over her like some hot and sensual tidal wave of lust. 

The three nude and glistening, sweat-coated bodies of the straining young 
women moved almost as one, rocking back and forth with a fluid rhythm and 
singleness of mind and purpose that was almost poetic to behold. Each one 
moved, writhed and undulated her curvaceous young form in perfect unity with 
the others, no tongue, hand or cunt ever missing a single beat as they 
strummed out their soundless symphony of desire and lust on one another's 
nude torsos. The wet sounds of sliding flesh, slipping fingers and sucking, 
lapping mouths filled the expansive living room of the luxurious vacation 
cabin with an arousing cacophony of sensual noises. 

Paula's hands and arms flailed wildly, uncontrollably upward and outward, 
all about her. Everywhere her hands came to rest, it seemed, her fingers met 
another erogenous area on the sweating, straining bodies of her two nude 
young lovers. She twisted and tugged at their erectile little nipple buds 
with sensual ferocity, igniting spasms of pleasure-pain in the captured tits 
of both Wendy and Marsha. 

At the same time, the two girls crouching over her kept their excited mouths 
locked tightly together in a deep, smoldering soul kiss, and their hands 
were-likewise active on their own tits and upon Paula's. Together, the lusty 
little trio seemed to have devised the perfect erotic symbiosis of rutting, 
sucking lesbian pleasure. 

With emotions and sensations of such magnitude and intensity at work inside 
the writhing bodies of each young female, there could be no serious thought 
of prolonging their mutual ecstasy indefinitely. Already Paula Green could 
feel the familiar pre-orgasmic tension mounting in the tingling cleft 
between her young ass cheeks, and her two homosexual lovers were both in 
very similar conditions of near-explosion. They rocked together there on the 
carpeted floor, poised on the very razor-edged brink which separates total, 
fulfilling explosion from total frustration and despair, each and every 
member of the sweating, lustful trio determined to fall on satisfaction's 
side of that invisible erotic borderline of the mind. 

Paula felt her every muscle and tendon taut and straining, each fairly 
standing out like steel cords beneath the smooth tanned satin of her skin. 
She writhed and tossed beneath the fleshy arches of the thighs which held 
her loosely captive on the floor, her pelvis bucking and fucking upward to 
keep her cunt in continual grinding contact with Marsha's vaginal slit, and 
her head lolling feverishly from side to side as she sought to gnaw and suck 
every square inch of Wendy's exposed, hungry loins all at the same time. 
From the waist down, Paula's vibrant nude body seemed to have been dipped in 
liquid fire, and every aroused nerve ending was suddenly telegraphing the 
most welcome massage that total explosive climax was on the way. 

Young Paula Green left her orgasm beginning like the first small tremors of 
a massive earthquake, almost imagined rather then actually felt, but growing 
definitely stronger and more demanding by the second. Suddenly she was 
there, at the brink and then over it in one swirling, dizzying plunge, 
seeming to spin head downwards into the multi-colored vortex which is the 
pit and pinnacle of complete and gratifying sexual climax. Her body arched 
and writhed in convulsions of sexual frenzy, her throat straining as she 
mewled a nonstop series of panting, gasping cries into the deaf ear of 
Wendy's sucking, clasping vagina. 

Almost at the same instant that Paula Green crossed that invisible mental 
boundary into the never-never land of sweet sensual oblivion, Wendy and 
Marsha exploded simultaneously above her. Their hands scrabbled and clawed 
madly for holds on each other's straining tits, fingernails leaving red 
streaks, the pain of which was as nothing in the ecstasy of the instant. 
They rocked and pumped back and forth, intertwining tongues dancing and 
dueling, arms tightening about each other as they sobbed and whimpered their 
joy and relief into each other's hot little mouths. 

Finally, as that mutual three-way climax reached its searing, almost 
unbearable peak, all three of the young women went suddenly, totally rigid, 
bodies contorted and straining into the final second of ecstasy. It was as 
if each girl in turn, acting simultaneously though independently, had sought 
to wring out her body and nervous system, extracting the last gasp and 
twitch of sensual pleasure before collapsing back upon the soft carpeting 
into total limp exhaustion, there to bask in the super-heated after-flow of 
sensual desire. 

The moment gradually passed, the tidal wave of lust slowly breaking and 
subsiding in each and every one of the lithe bodies locked together there on 
the floor. Almost as one, just as they had stiffened, the young women now 
visibly relaxed, almost sagging as it were into postures of relaxation and 
repose. 

The three lust-drained young women had scarcely begun to disentangle 
themselves when Jeff and Frankie left their positions on the plush sofa 
nearby, moving down onto the floor as if to join the trio and make it a 
quintet. In truth, however, the two naked and horny young men had absolutely 
no intention of coupling with Wendy or Marsha at that moment. Instead, the 
full attention of their minds and their erectile, lurching cocks was focused 
single-mindedly upon the naked, prostrate form of young Paula Green. 

Paula herself was so totally drained and emotionally exhausted by the 
sensually traumatic experience she had just undergone that she simply lay 
there on the soft warm carpeting of the floor, eyes closed and naked breasts 
heaving in time with her panting breath as she sought to recover some 
vestige of her lost self-control and composure. She did not notice the two 
naked males moving up beside her on their knees. In fact, she had no 
knowledge of their presence until they touched her, Jeff stroking the inside 
of her naked thigh with his fingertips while Frankie leaned forward to 
envelop one still-rigid nipple in his hungry oral cavity. 

"Please, not again," Paula murmured tiredly, clearly thinking that Wendy and 
Marsha were coming back for more of the same. When her eyes opened to behold 
the naked men bending over her, however, she gave a little start, recoiling 
and gasping her surprise at the sight of their now-nude bodies and jutting, 
blood-engorged cocks wobbling there over her recumbent naked body. She might 
have tried to escape except that she was simply too exhausted from her 
recent shattering orgasms, and in any case, there was nowhere for her to go. 

Paula Green would theoretically have liked to resist the tempting erotic 
sensations which the sight and touch of those two naked men inspired in her, 
but even as they laid hands and mouths upon her moist, succulent body she 
still lingered in the warm nether world of sexual afterglow, a perfect 
victim for any efforts to rekindle the embers of sensual desire inside. Even 
though her mind cried out weakly for her to fend off the advances of those 
men who so plainly meant to possess her sexually, she lacked at that moment 
both the physical strength and the mental determination to put up a fight. 
She was still simply too much aroused by her experience with Wendy and 
Marsha, and in one increasingly wanton corner of her young mind, she found 
herself actually anticipating some good honest fucking with a man, or pair 
of men, after the previous homosexual experience she had undergone with the 
two girls. 

Frankie and Jeff, of course, were only too glad to accommodate her in that 
regard. Frankie was already busy sucking and nibbling at the excited cones 
of her ripe, firm tits, teasing and taunting her tingling little nipple 
nodes into ever greater arousal and erection while electrifying sensations 
enveloped Paula's trembling upper torso. At the same time, Jeff, tiring of 
merely caressing the moist naked flesh of her inner thighs, had shifted his 
position, pulling her slim legs wide apart with his powerful hands and 
moving around until he was actually kneeling between them, his lowered head 
less than a foot above the fur-covered mound of Paula's succulent, waiting 
cunt. 

Paula scarcely noticed him there, crouching above her naked little pussy 
mound like a lion waiting to pounce upon its prey, until he forcibly 
attracted her attention to her most sensitive erogenous zone. Ducking his 
head forward, Jeff brought his face to within a couple of inches of her 
cunt, bringing his hands inward at the same time to pry her pouting cuntal 
labia apart with deft, sure fingertips. The entire succulent valley of the 
young teacher's pink little pussy was now exposed before the greedy, 
lecherous eyes of the bearded young outlaw. 

Paula trembled helplessly under the multiple stimuli of Frankie tonguing and 
sucking her nipples, while below the cool air of the room and Jeff's own hot 
breath mingled to provoke bizarre and exciting sensations in the wide-spread 
slit of her once-virginal vagina. She quivered ceaselessly, like a woman 
caught in the grip of some deadly tropical fever, but at the same time she 
knew that her affliction had a very simple and satisfying cure. She needed 
more sex; to be driven and lashed on to bigger and better orgasms was at 
that moment the naked young teacher's one and only desire. 

Thrilled with passion as he crouched there, inhaling the heady female aroma 
of the naked captive's moist, waiting little pussy, Jeff found that he could 
no longer contain or restrain himself and his passion. His head thrust 
rapidly forward like a stroking serpent, his bared teeth digging into the 
succulent coralline flesh of Paula's cunt while his agile tongue went into 
blazing action along that wet slit, flicking rapidly here and there like the 
hand of an erotic metronome. 

Paula stiffened with a spasm of uncontrolled desire as Jeff's darting, 
laving tongue teased first around the crinkled little mouth of her vaginal 
channel itself, then swept on to blissfully torment the erectile little 
pleasure node of her clitoris. The smoldering embers left over from her 
ever-so-recent lesbian orgasms were now immediately fanned into bright 
roaring flames of lust once again, causing her hips and pussy to take up an 
involuntary little humping, fucking rhythm of their own and on their own 
volition. 

Jeff was immediately encouraged by the naked young woman's instinctive 
response to his sucking and licking of her cunt. He at once redoubled his 
efforts, speeding up the taunting action of his tongue and using his sucking 
lips and scraping, gnawing teeth to even greater effect on the moist pink 
flesh lining her tight inner pussy. Again and again his tongue returned to 
the tightly-crinkled eye of her vagina, probing further and more demandingly 
on each erotic visitation until the naked young teacher's entire body was 
literally aflame with livid desire, trembling with the fierce, raging 
intensity of her passion. 

Meanwhile, Frankie's hands and mouth were having a very similar erotic 
effect on Paula's naked, straining young breasts. It felt as if her 
tinglingly erectile little nipple buds might literally explode at any 
instant, so immediate and intense were the sensations of sensual delight 
which the boy's taunting, tormenting tongue and fingers were provoking 
there. Paula felt as if her heaving breasts were on fire with the licking, 
searing flames of lust. Her breath came in excited little pants, burning in 
her throat, making her feel dizzy as if she was about to faint dead away. 

Jeff and Frankie were naturally enjoying having the naked young teacher at 
their sexual command, but they were by no means content with supplying her 
with erotic pleasures while receiving so little themselves in return. 
Accordingly, with almost a single mind they immediately determined to turn 
the tables, so to speak, making sure that each and every member of the new 
lusty little triad should get his or her just sexual desserts. 

As if on cue, moving in unison, Jeff and Frankie withdrew their mouths and 
hands from Paula's hotly trembling erogenous zones. They rocked back on 
their naked haunches, looming over her prostrate form for a moment before 
the effect of their sudden withdrawal fully dawned upon their female 
captive. When she realized at last that the delightful tongues and fingers 
were no longer teasing and pleasing her panting young body, Paula's eyes 
snapped wide open to discover the reason for her recent frustration. There 
was no restraining the little groan of sexual disappointment which rose 
unbidden in her throat, signaling her panting need more clearly than any 
words. 

"Wha ...what ...why did you stop?" she asked them both haltingly, her eyes 
shifting from one naked young man to the other in search of answers to that 
puzzle. 

They made no verbal answer, but rather laid hands upon her again, grasping 
her firmly by the hips and shoulders as they first rolled her over 
unceremoniously onto her stomach, and then lifted her up about two feet off 
the floor, holding her suspended in the air there until she got the idea and 
finally supported herself on wobbly hands and knees. Resting there at last 
on all fours, watching Frankie move directly in front of her face at the 
same time that Jeff disappeared behind her, hidden from sight behind her 
plump little ass, Paula released a little sigh of coming contentment. She 
now felt that she knew exactly what the young men had in mind, and she could 
raise no serious voice of moralistic disapproval as mental images of her 
earlier sucking-and-fucking party with the two truckdrivers in just that 
same position flooded her mind. 

Indeed, there was nothing in the early advances of the two young men to let 
Paula think that they had anything else in mind than fucking her cunt while 
she eagerly sucked off the other's long hot cock. Already Frankie was 
guiding his rigid penis, so familiar to her already, to within inches of her 
slightly-open lips, gripped tightly in one white-knuckled fist. At the same 
time, Paula could feel the moist, warm glans of Jeff's rigid member swaying 
and tickling idly against the smooth backs of her firm young thighs, just 
below the under-swing of her ripe young ass cheeks as they were offered up 
to him as a living, fleshy sacrifice of lust. 

Through narrowed eyes, young Paula Green peered out at the serpent-like 
penile shaft swaying and bobbing so near to her perspiring, lust-blushing 
face. As Frankie guided it ever nearer to her mouth, finally letting the 
purple, helmet-shaped glans make the slightest tingling contact with her 
sensuous lower lip, a long, powerful ripple of passion passed through the 
kneeling woman's nude young body. 

Tentatively, experimentally, Paula let her pink little tongue tip curl 
lightly out from between her parted white teeth. She did so without serious 
preoccupying sensations of guilt or shame, knowing from her experience 
earlier that afternoon that the sucking and licking of a rigid male cock was 
not inherently ugly or distasteful, but could actually be quite arousing and 
satisfying if taken in the right spirit. At the same time, she also consoled 
the more puritanical side of her nature with the rationalization that she 
would not have been physically able to resist for long in any case, so 
complete was the grip of powerful, all-consuming lust upon her feverish body 
and mind. 

Lightly, tauntingly, Paula Green flicked the soft little tip of her tongue 
along the fluted underside of Frankie's blood-engorged cock head. His 
response was emphatic and immediate, evidenced by a lurching jump of his 
cock that saw it grow another full half inch in length, and by a sudden 
stiffening of his entire young body that had the hot breath wheezing from 
between his tightly-clenched teeth. His hips bucked impulsively forward, 
almost slamming the cum-and-saliva-slickened tip of his cock between Paula's 
lips and teeth by sheer brute force. 

There was no need for such coercive force, however, for by this time in her 
ongoing abduction and seductions, the naked young hostage was more than 
happily willing to participate in the avid sucking of his lust-stiffened 
penis. Her mouth was already opening into a tight oval, with warm lips 
stretched over white, sharp teeth to insure the protection of his invading, 
sensitive member. She took him gladly into her hot little oral cavity, 
sucking in only the head at first and holding it there as she sought to lick 
and suck away every viscous trace of his slowly-seeping pre-ejaculate fluid, 
savoring the slightly salty flavor of that leaking jism. 

Frankie could hardly believe what was happening to him, the raging erotic 
sensations which the young teacher was willingly, even eagerly inflicting 
upon his thrusting, probing organ with her sensuous, sliding little tongue. 
He fought to hold his breath as the overwhelming sensations struck him like 
a sensual tidal wave, but as the kneeling young woman drew ever more of his 
tingling, burning organ into her tightly clasping mouth, he found himself 
fighting a losing battle with his own powerful lust. His hips began to surge 
forward and backward, helping her take more and more of his prick in her 
mouth and throat with each reaming, skewering thrust of his pelvis. And she 
seemed to welcome that lewd penile invasion of her mouth, relaxing and 
opening her throat muscles until she took his cock in to the maximum 
possible depth, feeling his blunt glans butting at last against her soft 
little palate. 

They were locked together there, mouth against loins, each in their own way 
savoring the sensations born out of that erotic connection; the young man 
quivering and gasping with passion, the woman sucking and slavering along 
the fat girth of his penis in a near-frenzy of sensual delight. 

Jeff, meanwhile, had contented himself for several moments with merely watch 
the lecherous interplay between Frankie and the young woman. Finally, 
feeling the sensual heat in his cock and the grinding ache in his testicles 
mounting toward the verge of sheer erotic agony, he took his thick penile 
shaft firmly in hand and guided its blunt tip into tingling, burning 
conjunction with Paula's hot and wanting loins. 

The captive young teacher felt another rippling spasm of passion sliding up 
and down her supple backbone as Jeff's cock head teased lightly around the 
fur-lined lips of her gaping little cunt, setting off jangling alarm bells 
of arousal in the back of her skull. She could feel her own viscous feminine 
lubrication flowing freely, easing the way for the penile invasion of her 
tight little cunt which she expected to feel momentarily. She was surprised, 
however, when the young man did not thrust his rigid organ into her aching, 
wanting body at once, but rather continued his teasing, chafing strokes, 
finally guiding his prick up and away from her hot little gush completely to 
slide the wet glans along the tight cleft of her virginal little ass. 

There was something disturbing, and yet undeniably arousing, in the caress 
of that velvety cock tip along the slit of Paula's ass. She could not 
mentally define the concern and unease which that most intimate touch 
inspired in her, and in the passionate heat of the moment she was not really 
inclined to pause and give thought to such philosophical considerations. For 
the moment, it was enough simply to know that the feelings transmitted by 
that probing male organ to her burning rectum and environs was predominantly 
pleasurable, and she was more than willing to simply savor it while it 
lasted. 

Jeff, for his part, was intensely gratified that the naked young woman 
accepted his initial, experimental cock probing of her ass cleft with such 
apparent equanimity. Thus far there was no slightest show or thought of 
resistance on her part, and he let his cock-guiding hand become ever bolder 
as time passed, finally poking and probing with the thick glans of his penis 
right up against the crinkled little ring of her rubbery anal sphincter. 

Paula was trembling violently now from the renewed combination of erotic 
sensations possessing her curvaceous young body. She rocked gently back and 
forth on her hands and knees, assisting Jeff in his penile massage of her 
widely-splayed ass now, alternately thrusting her ass against the probing 
tip of his penile shaft and then withdrawing it teasingly once more. She was 
getting into the spirit of the sensual little byplay, and loving every 
second of it. 

Jeff continued his inciteful penile massage of Paula Green's tremulous 
little ass for a bit longer, allowing her to savor the delicious sensations 
emanating from her tight little rectum in all their intensity. At the same 
time, he was well aware of the rapt pleasure she was deriving from the act 
of licking and sucking the fat pole of Frankie's rampaging young cock 
simultaneously. Her responses to the sexual assaults being inflicted upon 
her willing young body were far surpassing the wildest dreams of either 
young man, driving them on and avidly encouraging them to take more and 
wilder liberties with her curvaceous, luscious body. 

Frankie was reaming his long, hard penis in and out of Paula's clasping, 
sucking little mouth with a speed and force equivalent to that he might have 
adopted if pounding his meat into her naked and yielding vagina. 
Surprisingly, Paula found that she had little or no difficulty in 
assimilating the bulk of his driving, thrusting organ into her little mouth 
and throat, even beginning to savor the rhythmic pounding which her palate 
and the back of her throat were receiving from his pummeling glans. 

Seizing the golden opportunity as it presented itself to him, Jeff now began 
urging the fat tip of his cock with ever more insistency against the tightly 
closed ring of Paula's virginal anal sphincter. He did not immediately exert 
such force that he might risk alarming the naked young woman, but rather 
timed and paced his strokes to seem as if he was merely continuing the same 
inciteful massaging of her rectum and surrounding areas which Paula had 
already so obviously accepted. He waited, biding his time, until the very 
slit-eyed tip of his penis was centered against the tiny opening of her 
virginal asshole, poised for the thrust which would impale and skewer her to 
the very core of her being. 

Timing his move to coincide with one of Paula's rapid backward-thrusting 
motions, Jeff thrust his own pelvis forward to meet her, grinding the thick 
head of his penis firmly into her clasping little rubbery rectum to the 
depth of about an inch. He was seized by an immediate spasm of lusty 
trembling as her rectal passage instantly molded itself to the contours of 
his glans like the grip of a hot velvet glove. 

Paula quivered and writhed with the agony of that sudden and totally 
unexpected invasion of her virginal little asshole. Every nerve ending in 
her lower body seemed to be suddenly on fire with the most incredible, 
mind-bending sheets of blinding agony imaginable. She twisted her head 
sharply, sliding Frankie's cock entirely out of her mouth as she felt an 
inarticulate scream welling up in her suddenly-constricted throat, 
threatening to choke her. 

"Aaarrggghhh!! Jesus, no, please!" she cried in mortal pain, trembling and 
undulating her hips in a frantic effort to escape from that probing, fleshy 
invader. 

The blessed relief and escape which Paula sought at that moment was 
obviously impossible, however, for Jeff had firmly gripped the ripe swell of 
her womanly hips in his powerful hands, holding her little ass firmly in 
place and totally at his mercy as he slowly, inexorably squirmed his pelvis 
forward, worming his cock deeper and deeper into her clasping, throbbing 
rectum a half-inch at a time. 

"Christ, please stop!" Paula cried, fairly shrieking now in the extremity of 
her pain and degradation. "I can't take anymore, not there! You're tearing 
me apart! Uuugghh!! You're killing meee!! ! " 

"Bullshit!" Jeff hissed, his once-soft voice taking on a sudden vicious tone 
of selfishness. "You'll survive, and love it! In a little while you'll be 
begging for it and loving it like you've never loved anything in your life!" 

The bearded young man had no breath to waste on further conversation, so 
intent was he on sinking his massive pole of cockflesh to the very fur-lined 
hilt in the sobbing young woman's once-virginal rectum. Nothing could 
dissuade him from his goal, regardless of how loudly she sobbed and cried 
out her weepy pleas for mercy, nor how strongly she struggled to break free 
from his grip and the cruel impalement of her little asshole. 

Frankie sat back and watched the sadistic spectacle for a long moment, 
surprised to feel his excited penis growing into ever greater dimensions as 
he stood witness to the ultimate pain and degradation of the woman who had 
so recently been sucking and licking his naked cock. With eyes narrowed by 
the intensity of lust he watched the ruddy blush of passion spreading upward 
over Paula's writhing naked body, starting with the plump, wide-spread 
mounds of her nude buttocks and fanning outward from there, slowly but 
inevitably swallowing her entire torso with its creeping tide of color. 

With a last sudden shove, Jeff hilted his cock in the elastic sheath of 
Paula's wide-stretched little asshole, gritting his teeth and swallowing a 
low growl of lust as his pubic bone made final grinding contact with her 
tailbone at that angle. He knew that he was totally possessing her now, 
probing into her once-chaste little rectum as far as it was possible for a 
man to go, searching out the very core of her soul and being. The thought 
excited him so much that after a very few seconds of rest he at once began 
to withdraw his penis from that clinging sheath again, sliding it back into 
open air in preparation for yet another skewering thrust. 

Paula pounded on the thick carpeting with clenched, helpless fists of rage 
as she felt the thick, rendering cock being slowly pulled back from the 
burning channel of her rectum. It felt as if the insides of her bowels were 
being dragged and sucked outward with that cock, tearing her inside-out as 
if to leave a mere hollow shell of her lower abdomen behind. She gritted her 
teeth, grinding them together and moaning ceaselessly in agony while big 
tears of pain and humiliation streamed down her cheeks in a watery flood. 

"God, please!! " she sobbed at last, her voice weaker now as she felt the 
big cock almost entirely out of her asshole, unquestionably posed on the 
verge of a second thrust which would impale her even more violently than had 
the first. "Please no, I beg of you! Dddooo-nnntttttt!! ! " 

Jeff paid her no heed, suddenly driving his cock and pelvis rapidly, 
rhythmically forward once more, impaling Paula to the core and forcing a 
startled little bleat of pain from her lips in the process. He did not wait 
for her body to relax this time, but immediately began sliding his long dick 
back out of her asshole, readying it for another thrust, and another, and 
another. 

Around the third or fourth burning drive into her ass, Paula was stunned to 
find that the severe pain in her ravaged little rectum had eased up 
appreciably. In fact, the longer that Jeff kept up his reaming, driving 
penile thrusts into her ass, the less the former pain seemed to bother the 
naked young teacher. She arched her back slowly, willing herself to relax 
and accommodate that fleshy male invader, hoping and praying that by at 
least grudging cooperation she might be able to eliminate the vicious rectal 
pain altogether. 

Almost at once Paula Green found that her cooperative technique was 
imminently successful. The agony in her asshole disappeared almost at once, 
to be replaced first by a blessed numbness, and then by a sensual numbness 
of sorts that might almost have been considered a pleasant under different 
circumstances. That warm, almost comforting glow increased with time, 
seeming to spread and intensify now with each and every driving inward 
thrust of Jeff's ass-fucking cock shaft. 

At the same time that she was puzzling over the unusual cessation of 
discomfort in her cruelly-violated little rectum, Paula was further 
distracted from another quarter. Frankie, no longer content merely to watch 
the erotic love-play of Jeff and his hopelessly impaled naked captive, was 
once more guiding his turgid penis into conjunction with her panting, open 
mouth. 

The memories of how his penis had tasted and felt in her mouth only moments 
earlier kindled renewed stirrings of lust in Paula's aching loins, sounding 
the death knell of the pain in her asshole once and for all. 

There was no question of doubting now; the sensations being produced by the 
prick driving in and out of her asshole were definitely pleasurable in 
nature, and the relief of that discovery brought a warm glow of potential 
satisfaction to Paula's entire naked form. 

Again, tentatively, she welcomed Frankie's probing, pulsing rod of cock 
flesh into her sucking, licking mouth and throat. She held him prisoner 
there, pinning his prick between her tongue and the soft roof of her mouth, 
hollowing her cheeks as she stroked and massaged him with the sheer force of 
suction alone. 

Frankie was ecstatic at the returned vigor and wild abandon which Paula was 
demonstrating now that she had been able to acclimate her mind and body to 
the inevitable rape of her tight little ass. She seemed now none the worse 
for wear by the experience, and if anything, based on the way she began 
sucking and licking at Frankie's excited cock, the young man surmised that 
she seemed even more greatly aroused than she had been before. 

It was true indeed; Paula Green, basically puritanical small town girl and 
would-be teacher that she was, was now responding openly and even gladly to 
the cock fucking its way in and out of her rectum, sucking on another man's 
cock at the same time with unconcealed gusto and joy. Once more she was 
totally caught up in the experience which had originally been forced upon 
her in her nakedness and vulnerability; an all-too-wiling prisoner of her 
own easily-aroused sexuality. Both of the young men servicing and being 
serviced by her made mental vows to take the fullest advantage of her 
newfound erotic potential. 

Both young men were fucking Paula rapidly and energetically now, Jeff 
driving his cock mercilessly in and out of her yielding little asshole, 
while rankie did the same, smacking his long rod in and out of her mouth and 
throat with wild abandon. Each man kept his mind focused on the omnipresent 
goal of total, explosive satisfaction, but each was also keenly aware that 
the woman pinned between them was equally aroused and excited. 

Paula was unable to conceal her own burning sensual arousal; indeed, she no 
longer made even the slightest effort to conceal it. Her entire body 
quivered and undulated with rippling spasms of erotic excitement, each line 
and curve in constant flowing motion. She bucked and squirmed backward 
against the cock invading her tight little ass, as if by her movements she 
could suck it even deeper now into her plundered rectum. And at the same 
time, her head lolled about and rolled limply from side to side on the rigid 
axis of Frankie's impaling prick, the hot, fluid maelstrom of her mouth and 
throat holding him fast and treating his turgid organ to a total massage 
the-likes of which he had never before even imagined. 

Jeff knew that he no longer needed to fear any resistance or escape efforts 
on the part of the young woman sweating and heaving against his loins. He 
leaned forward across her body, bending at the waist until his hairy chest 
almost touched her writhing spine; he released his hands from her full hips 
at the same time, sliding his palms around and under her, bringing them up 
the undulating length of her flat little belly until he could grasp the 
taut, pendulous cones of her naked, straining tits in each hand. Holding 
those fleshy orbs in his grasp, he began to fondle and knead them with 
ever-increasing vigor and zeal, the contact of his palms with her smooth 
flesh and rigid nipples exciting him tremendously as he bent over Paula, 
rutting and moaning out his passionate desire. 

Paula Green herself was no less delighted by the sudden manhandling of her 
tingling, aching tits. Her cherry little nipple buds were throbbing and 
burning with erotic desire, every inch of her breast flesh prickling with 
the intense heat of her inflamed sexual passion. She arched and twisted her 
torso anew, grinding the swollen orbs of her naked breasts downward and 
tighter into the oh-so-welcome grasp of the bearded young man's massaging 
hands. Little whimpers of excitement and gratitude rose unbidden in the 
naked young woman's tight throat, leaking from her mouth occasionally as she 
slid her lips up and down the thick shaft of Frankie's cum-and-saliva-slick 
penis. 

Paula no longer had the time or the interest to objectively consider the 
paradox of her own bizarre situation. There she was, a sedate, mild-mannered 
child from the home of strict but loving, God-fearing parents, caught naked 
and sweating with lust as she rutted about on the floor of a strange 
dwelling, advidly and joyfully fucking and sucking with two young men she 
had never seen a few hours earlier. Even more incredible was the fact that 
that orgy was itself her second in less than an hour, the first having been 
a lecherous and lusty three-way lesbian encounter between herself, Wendy and 
blonde-haired Marsha. 

The naked, sweaty and straining trio fucked and sucked their way along the 
ascending road toward complete sexual satisfaction, driving each other 
relentlessly to that erotic Nirvana which they all craved with every fiber 
of their disparate beings. Paula Green was by now totally caught up and lost 
in a fantasy world which existed nowhere outside her own lust-befuddled, 
feverish mind, straining and writhing her body as she sought to derive the 
maximum arousal and pleasure from her captivity, while giving the same 
maximum degree of satisfaction to her cruel captors in return. 

The sounds and smells of wild and tempestuous three-way fucking and sucking 
filled the living room of the luxurious cabin, creating almost an erotic 
little symphony of passion. Sitting on the sofa overlooking the lusty scene 
displayed there, Wendy and Marsha sat close together, still nude, with arms 
thrown about one another's shoulders. As they watched the lewd little floor 
show, their free hands were buried in each other's crotches, actively 
twisting, clenching as they avidly took part in the sport of mutual 
masturbation. 

Of all the people in that steamy living room, only the blonde boy standing 
by the front door remained apart and aloof. He no longer even watched the 
others directly, seeming to keep his eyes averted primarily, except for an 
occasional quick glance when some particularly emphatic groan or cry of 
ecstasy was wrenched from the lips of one or another participant. When he 
did look, his eyes came inevitably back to Paula's shapely body, and at 
those time his face wore an unmistakable expression of regret and perhaps, 
sadness. 

No one else in that room paid the slightest bit of attention to the young 
man beside the door however, for they were all too deeply enraptured by the 
acts of extreme sexual gratification they were experiencing. Voices lifted 
in groaning, mewling cries of passion now, and even Paula, her mouth and 
throat filled to overflowing by the thick meaty shaft of Frankie's invading 
organ, was giving off an occasional bleat or whimper of burning desire. 

The rocking, ducking tempo of the three united bodies gradually and 
dramatically increased in pace and rhythm, along with the rhythmic sounds of 
tempestuous, wildly abandoned screwing. Each and every participant in that 
wild three-way orgy was driving ceaselessly and single-mindedly toward that 
shining goal, the attainment of blinding, maddening orgasm. There could be 
no slightest thought of turning back now before each and every one of them 
had attained their respective goals. 

That powerfully erotic moment was much too intense to be prolonged 
indefinitely, and already the three orgiasts were quivering on the brink of 
their own individual orgasms, every nerve and muscle in three united bodies 
straining into that desperate drive for the ultimate in passion and 
pleasure. The two men were driving and hammering their hips at almost blur 
speed, reaming their long hard pricks in and out of Paula's mouth and 
asshole with a rhythmic intensity unequaled in any of her earlier sexual 
experiences of the day. At the same time, Paula herself was writhing and 
twisting in one paroxysm of sensual excitement after another, her body 
pitching and churning like a runaway gyroscope totally out of rational 
control. 

Jeff climaxed first, his body going suddenly rigid and rock-like, his long 
prick seeming to grow another full inch there in the warm confines of 
Paula's rectum as he exploded into total, blissful release. His hot, surging 
cum overflowed the tight, fleshy cistern of his testicles, spouting along 
the contracting ducts of his cock to erupt inside her pumping, bucking ass 
in a creamy flood of hot male jism. His feverish hands still clutched at her 
breasts, rigid, claw-like fingers digging deeply into the pliant flesh of 
those vibrant naked mounds. 

The sudden scalding flood of semen in Paula's tight little rectum was 
sufficient to push the naked young schoolteacher over the brink of her own 
thrilling climax. She let herself go gratefully, thankfully aboard that 
sensual roller coaster of passion, her torso vibrating and fairly pulsating 
with sensual rapture. She bucked and arched her back spasmodically like some 
lithe, wild stallion trying to throw off an unwelcome rider, though in fact 
the two men piercing her young mouth and anus with their rampaging cocks 
were far from unwelcome. 

As she gave herself over to the intensity of the moment, Paula almost 
unconsciously redoubled her licking and sucking of Frankie's long, pulsating 
penis. She took it as far into her tightly clasping throat as she could, 
treating that male member to a total massage with her tongue, cheeks and 
throat muscles, driving the young man in front of her fairly wild with 
passionate desire. 

Frankie was no longer able to contain his sexual rapture, and with a final 
shuddering groan of surrender he exploded in Paula's mouth, the thick, 
viscous globules of his hot jism swimming in the back of her throat until 
she began greedily gulping and swallowing them down, making room for the 
next white gusher, and the next. He moaned and gasped out incoherent cries 
of rapture as he momentarily took leave of his senses, free-falling through 
the dark abyss of orgasm and into the glaring burning light of total sensual 
satisfaction. 

The three young orgiasts clung together almost desperately for several long 
moments, tightly locked at loins and mouth, trembling as if in their death 
throes as the burning waves of sexual sensation gradually drained away from 
their bodies. Then, the two maked young men separated from Paula 
reluctantly, Frankie withdrawing his deflating cock from her mouth smoothly, 
and Jeff pulled his semierect penis from her clasping little rectum at 
almost the same moment, its slithering exit marked by a wet little sucking 
sound as the thick glans pulled free and out into the fresh air once more. 

Paula Green remained there on the floor, still on her hands and knees, as 
the young men rose to their feet and moved slowly away in search of their 
clothing. Her head hung limply, and she breathed heavily through her open 
mouth, nude tits jiggling liquidly with the effort. Her entire body felt 
limp and drained by the powerful orgasms she had so recently and repeatedly 
experienced, but at the same time there was a sort of frustration or 
emptiness about her that she could not at first comprehend, a sort of need 
or sensual hunger that was undeniably real. 

After another protracted moment or two, Paula finally understood that need, 
and its point of origin: She still needed to be fucked! In spite of the 
pleasure she had felt from sucking Wendy's cunt and Frankie's cock, 
regardless of the intense pleasure she had received from having Marsha's 
pussy rubbed tight against her own, or Jeff's thick cock plowing rapidly in 
and out of her once-virginal little asshole, the young nude teacher's pussy 
still craved and hungered for the strong-willed invasion of a fat, stiff 
male penis! As she crouched there, fairly panting on hands and knees, Paula 
almost imagined she could feel the pouting little nether lips of her pussy 
turning inward of their own volition, as if beckoning to some non-existent 
cock, urging it to plunge deep and hard inside of her. 

The young teacher raised her head and peered out through the hanging screen 
of her own soft hair, shifting her hungry gaze from Frankie to Jeff and back 
again. It seemed fairly obvious to her that neither young man would be in 
any sort of shape to accommodate her sexual needs for the time being, and 
almost before she knew what was happening to her she felt the little sobbing 
cry of disappointment and frustration rising unbidden in her dry throat, 
leaking out from between her parted lips-as unmistakable evidence of her 
continuing desire. 

Jeff heard that mewling sound and read its meaning instantly. He chuckled 
lewdly, wagging his flaccid organ at her with one hand in a signal of cruel 
helplessness. 

"Looks like little mama hasn't had her fill yet," he leered, chuckling once 
more. "Anybody think they can fix her up?" 

"I can!" 

The voice came from behind Paula, bringing her head whipping around to 
confront the other blonde boy she had all but forgotten, still standing, 
calm and fully clothed, beside the front door of the cabin. After speaking, 
he moved swiftly forward, reaching down to grasp one of Paula's slender arms 
in his big right hand and hauling her unceremoniously to her feet. He 
half-led, half-dragged her across the length of the plush living room, 
guiding her toward what she assumed must be a bedroom. 

"Hey look, Steve wants some privacy!" Wendy called after them, laughing 
musically, like a drunken woman. 

"Don't use her up!" Jeff called out humorously. "Remember Billy outside; he 
still has a share of that coming!" 

The rest of their lewd, mocking words and laughter were abruptly cut off as 
the bedroom door was slammed shut by the blonde boy called Steve. With one 
powerful thrust of his muscular arm, he propelled her headlong in the 
direction of a big four-poster bed. 

 CHAPTER 5 

Paula Green stumbled on the carpeting, sprawling face down across the soft 
mattress and bedspread of the bed, her full young breasts almost flattening 
beneath her. As soon as she had regained her balance and composure she 
turned over again, pulling herself up fully onto the bed and bracing 
herself, more than half expecting Steve to pounce on her naked form as soon 
as he was able to strip himself naked. In her lust-befuddled mind, she did 
not even consider denying the fact that she was presently longing for that 
assault, and for the long-awaited, gratifying stab of stiffened cockflesh 
into her pussy which it would bring. 

To Paula's considerable confusion and frustration, however, she saw that the 
young man was not even paying attention to her at that moment. Instead, 
without so much as a backward glance at her reclining, curvaceous body 
displayed so openly before him, he had turned away to begin rummaging 
through some clothing hanging in a closet behind the door. 

"Wha ...wh ...what are you doing?" she called to him softly, still hesitant 
and timid about revealing the full extent of her humiliating, all-consuming 
passion and need. 

"Keep your voice down!" he snapped over his shoulder, still without turning 
to face her, and he would say no more until he had pulled several items off 
of hangers in the closet and then turned back to carry them with him to the 
bed. 

He sat down beside her, several feet away on the mattress, regarding her 
with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face as he dropped the clothes 
into her naked lap, directly over the pulsing little mound of her anxious 
vagina. Paula glanced down in utter confusion at the clothing, seeing that a 
navy blue tank top and a pair of slightly faded Levi's lay crumpled there. 

'Those are Wendy's," Steve said simply. "I guess you both to be about the 
same size. Anyway, they'll do alright for now." 

Paula sat beside him in stunned silence, too surprised and confused to even 
lift the clothing and use it to cover her rigid, tingling little nipple buds 
from his sight. 

"Put them on," he urged after a moment of immobility on her part. 

"I...I don't...I don't understand," she stammered rather foolishly after 
another moment of hesitation. 

Steve glanced furtively at the closed door as he began to explain in hushed 
tones. "We don't have much time if we're going to get you out of here 
alive!" 

"Out?" she could scarcely believe her ears. "You're going to help me get 
away?" 

"If you don't tie us up too long sitting around and talking," he answered 
impatiently. 

She refused to be put off by his brusque answering tone. "I still don't 
understand why you're doing this," she said. 

"I'm a police officer," he told her, the words fairly taking her breath 
away. "I've been able to infiltrate this gang in order to gather evidence 
against them for eventual trial. Right now I can hang them out to dry for 
one murder and at least thirty different counts of grand theft." 

"Make that three murders," she said softly. "Frankie and Marsha killed two 
men while they were bringing me here today." 

Steve's eyes narrowed into fierce glowing slits. "Are you willing to say 
that in court?" 

Paula nodded bravely, biting her lower lip in an effort to control the 
contradictory sensations of relief, fear and smoldering passion which warred 
and battled inside her. 

She glanced furtively at the bedroom's single window, noting the remainder 
of fading daylight outside. "Listen, Steve . . . " she began, halting then 
in embarrassment. 

"What? Go on," he urged softly. 

"Wouldn't it be better if we tried to sneak away after dark? They couldn't 
follow us so easily then." 

He thought it over. "Maybe you're right. But it's still about half an hour 
until nightfall. We'll have to kill the time somehow, won't we?" 

"Well. . . " she hesitated, feeling the little embers of mingled fear and 
lust blazing to life once more in her pussy depths as she knew what she 
would, indeed what she must, do. 

"Well," she began again, "they all expect you to.. . to ...well, to rape me, 
and ...well, if you don't.. . they might get suspicious!" 

It seemed to Paula that a faint light of realization and recognition was 
suddenly kindled behind the young cop's eyes, and for the first time he let 
his gaze drop unashamedly to the proudly thrusting, fleshy cones of her 
ripe, excited young breasts. She felt her nipples stiffening and growing 
under that inciteful scrutiny. 

"You may be right there, too," he said, his voice husky now with what Paula 
felt sure must have been growing passion. "We can't afford to do ...or not 
do ...anything that might make them suspicious, I guess." 

Paula nodded slightly, her head already spinning as the little embers of 
lust in her loins were suddenly and inevitably fanned into crackling flame 
by his words and his searching gaze. As he softly spoke to her, the young 
officer brought one of his powerful hands up to gently cup and hold her 
right breast, the stiff and aching nipple centered directly in his palm. He 
leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her waiting lips, a kiss that very 
soon became something more, with his eager tongue sliding between both their 
lips in search of her own, taunting and challenging it to a little dueling 
dance of a passion. 

All the while, his hand was in caressing, massaging motion upon her naked 
tits, taking first one, then the other, grinding her tingling little nipple 
buds in the dead center of his palm while big fingers kneaded and massaged 
the pliant flesh of her breasts as a whole. That intimate petting caress 
left Paula limp and panting with desire, her spine arching reflexively, 
involuntarily, as she forced her naked breasts more tightly into his 
teasing, pleasing hand, offering those taut mammary mounds to him almost as 
a sacrifice to the gods of animal passion. 

Paula mewled and sobbed her lustful desire softly into the warm cave of 
Steve's mouth as he kissed her deeply, passionately. She felt her hand 
wandering out of her lap and along his adjacent thigh as if it had a mind of 
its own; indeed, she immediately found that she totally lacked the willpower 
or physical strength to recall it from its self-ordained mission of sexual 
exploration. 

She tensed into instant rigidity as her fingertips made contact with the 
rough fly of his jeans and she noted the already prominent swell which his 
growing erection produced there. She let her hand linger over the damp, 
sticky spot which marked the furthest extension of his lurching, pulsing 
cock head, and then she began to caress and stroke the entire quivering 
length of his manhood through the restraining material of his pants, even 
including the yielding bulge of his testicles in her petting and fondling as 
she urged him on to ever-greater heights of erotic arousal with her 
masturbating hand. 

Steve, unable to stand that exquisite sensual torture any longer, swept her 
taunting hand away from his bulging crotch with his own big fist, bearing 
her backward and down onto the mattress with his full weight at the same 
time. He lay there, half on top of Paula, his mouth still glued tightly to 
hers while his tongue teased hers avidly, and his big, strong hands 
proceeded to wander at will over the hills and valleys of her naked, needing 
young torso. 

He took her full, firm breasts first, picking up where he had left off with 
that inciteful arousing mammary massage. Gripping her tingling little 
nipples between thumbs and forefingers, he pinched and rolled them 
deliciously, gradually increasing the pressure of his grip until Paula 
moaned and writhed from the pleasure-pain that he was inducing in her 
tremendously excited young tits. Electrifying tremors of erotic desire raced 
outward and downward away from her manhandled breasts, fanning out across 
her heaving little belly to detonate with the force of a neutron bomb in her 
wet, tremulous loins. 

Nor did Steve long ignore Paula's other erogenous zones in his manual 
conquest of her reclining body. His big hands left her tits at the same 
moment as his mouth left her lips; he began to plant a solid string of wet, 
nibbling little kisses down the velvety curve of her throat, while at the 
same time his two hands roamed down the quivering plane of her abdomen with 
teasing, tickling little strokes, homing inevitably, inescapably, on her wet 
and wanting little crotch. 

Those seeking, probing hands reached Paula's loins just as Steve's sucking, 
nibbling mouth found the rigid pinnacle of her right breast; that mouth 
sucked her stiff little nipple even as one of his big hands unceremoniously 
swept the crumpled clothing off her lap, leaving her wet little cunt once 
more totally vulnerable and exposed. Having won that victory, his probing 
hand raced downward across the last sloping inches of her heaving belly, 
fingertips plowing through her softly curling pubic hair to take forcible 
possession of her burning little labia. 

Paula Green's naked body was seized by a fit of uncontrollable, almost 
spastic trembling as her tingling little cuntal mound was cupped and gripped 
tightly by Steve's strong, possessive fist. His big fingers moved slowly, 
rhythmically against the burning, swollen outer lips of her sex, and all the 
while his mouth was in constant, inciteful action upon the boldly thrusting 
cones of her naked breasts. 

The young undercover agent could not seem to get enough of Paula's ripe, 
succulent breasts. He took each tight little nipple in turn, seizing it 
between his sharp incisors gently, then lashing it unmercifully with the 
darting, flailing tip of his tongue until the young woman was gasping, 
moaning and writhing with unrestrained desire. Her breasts were kindled into 
an erotic conflagration, her nipples threatening to split wide open and 
explode, so taut and rigid with desire were they. She gasped and writhed 
there beneath him, her hands instinctively rising to the back of his head, 
fingers tangling in his blonde hair as she drew his avidly sucking, licking 
mouth tighter against her thrusting, straining breasts with fierce 
insistence. 

At the same time, Steve's hand was active in Paula's crotch, his long middle 
finger curling inward to softly part the outer lips of her cunt and invade 
the moist coralline valley that lay inside. He probed briefly at the rubbery 
mouth of her freely-juicing vagina, then tracked swiftly onward and upward 
to grasp the erectile little pleasure stiff bud of her burning clitoris 
between thumb and forefinger as he had her nipples only-moments before, 
pinching and rolling that crucial nerve center until Paula's whole lower 
body was jiggling and writhing with spastic passion. Her hips humped up and 
down off the mattress, her heels braced and straining against the bed as she 
strove with all her might to give him more and more manual access to her hot 
and hungry little box. 

They lay together that way for long, seemingly endless moments, with Paula 
adrift in a blurry fantasy universe of her mind's own creation, spinning 
aimlessly under the force of the erotic gale winds fanned to life by Steve's 
teasing fingers and his sucking, avid mouth. Every nerve ending in her nude 
young body seemed to be alive and on fire with an intense and powerful 
erotic need, a need for which there could be no solution short of total, 
tempestuous orgasm. 

Finally, with a rumbling growl of passion deep in his throat, Steve 
disengaged his hands and mouth from her trembling body, rolling away from 
her and off of the bed entirely to stand beside it, looking down at her 
naked prostrate form with lust shining in his narrowed eyes. He undressed 
swiftly, hastily, fingers fairly flying over his shirt buttons and tearing 
at the snap and zipper of his jeans until he stood before her dressed only 
in his tight white jockey shorts. Paula gaped unabashedly at the bulging 
outline of his long, hot erection, outlined in clear relief against the 
material of those shorts, material made all but transparent by the viscous 
seepage of his plentiful pre-ejaculate fluid. 

Steve ripped those shorts downward and off of his body with a brute force 
that left his cock wobbling and wiggling for long seconds, thrusting 
straight out from the wiry tangle of his pubic hair like some sort of erotic 
direction marker. And Paula Green, in her inflamed and aroused condition, 
felt sure that it must be aiming directly at her hot and juicy little pussy 
slit. 

Paula stared at that wavering fleshy idol, entranced and fairly hypnotized 
by its blood-engorged beauty. She felt herself rising up and off the 
mattress as if she was levitating, her shapely young legs folding under her 
until she was kneeling directly in front of him on the edge of the bed, for 
all the world like a worshipper before an erotic altar. 

Paula stretched out both trembling hands to lightly, gently enfold the 
pulsating length of his thrusting penis. She grasped it more tightly, 
closing her eyes tight to mutter a little silent prayer of thanks, exhaling 
a long shuddering sigh of passion as she began to stroke and caress its full 
trembling length. She kept one hand wrapped tightly about his throbbing, 
burning shaft while the other slid down to gently cup the pendulous sack of 
his testicles, fingertips registering the roiling, churning movements of his 
semen inside the convoluted ducts there. His heavy balls seemed to be 
churning and moving in her soft palm as if with an intrinsic life of their 
very own. 

Steve stood before the kneeling young woman with his eyes shut tightly, 
rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and breathing heavily as he 
savored and relished the sensations evoked in his groin by her tingling, 
masturbating hands. He was totally unprepared for the burning feelings which 
came next, however, as Paula gave a strangled little sob of irrepressible 
desire and thrust her head sharply forward, taking the blunt purple tip of 
his cock deeply into her oval little mouth. 

Steve's eyes flashed open, and he stared down in wonder and delight as the 
girl began to lap and suck along the full throbbing length of his cock, her 
hands avidly at work on his churning, burning scrotum at the same time. He 
brought his strong hands down, cupping the back of her head, guiding and 
directing her as her face pumped back and forth against his rigid tool. 
Slowly, hesitantly at first, then with mounting ardor and confidence, he 
began to ream and fuck his long hard prick in and out of her clasping, 
sucking little mouth. He finally felt his thick purple glans butting firmly 
up against the back of her throat, the chafing sensation produced by that 
nudging contact adding an extra degree of arousal to his already tingling 
sensations. 

Paula Green, for her part, was totally caught up in the joy and excitement 
of kneeling before Steve while she sucked and gnawed at his long, aroused 
cock. She kept one hand busy fondling and cupping the sack of his testicles, 
while the other passed swiftly down the curvaceous length of her own naked 
body to find the juicy, ripe and waiting little slit of her own ravenous 
pussy. Keeping her hand there, first one, then the other, for a brief 
moment, then tossed her backward, letting her fall softly onto the mattress 
and lie there on her back, staring up at him with lust-misted eyes, her 
shapely legs splayed wide apart and bent at the knees, inviting him inside. 

Steve accepted that invitation, dropping to his knees on the floor beside 
the bed so that his own burning face was on a direct level with the exposed 
valley of naked Paula's pink little quim. He grasped her about the full, 
womanly hips with his hands, tugging her toward him until her ass cheeks and 
crotch were directly on the edge of the mattress, her firm legs dangling 
momentarily in space. Seizing each leg in one hand, he draped them squarely 
across his shoulders, then, with a rumbling growl of unrestrained animal 
lust, he thrust his head forward and buried his mouth and nose deep into the 
steamy little slit of her cunt. 

Paula Green's entire body convulsed and writhed at that first electrifying 
contact, her spine arching almost into a bow as every muscle in her body 
went suddenly all tight and straining. Her legs locked together at the 
ankles, her soft heels bracing themselves against the back of Steve's neck, 
as if for further insurance that he would not immediately abandon his 
newly-adopted task of avid, delirious cunt sucking. 

Steve went at that task avidly, fully extending his long, rough tongue and 
running it rapidly along the full burning length of her open pink cunt. Nor 
did he stop there, but rather lowered his face further, stabbing and probing 
as well with his furled, rigid tongue at the crinkled little ring of her 
recently-raped anus. The combination of raging erotic sensations was enough 
to send Paula Green off once more into the livid fantasy world of wild 
erotic dreams where she had spent so much time since her abduction earlier 
that same afternoon. 

Steve inhaled great mouthfuls of ripe, tender cunt meat, sucking and gnawing 
at every exposed inch of Paula's hot and vibrant little genitals. He could 
not seem to get enough of her cuntal flavors, finally trapping her erect 
little clit between gentle front teeth and treating it to a protracted 
tongue lashing like the one her aching little nipples had earlier received. 

Panting, squirming with desire, Paula Green writhed and undulated like a 
voluptuous serpent on the coverlet of the bed while the handsome young cop 
slavered and growled over her thrusting, bucking cunt. She savored every 
sweeping movement of his delightfully inciteful tongue, silently praying 
that his oral ministrations to her wanting, sucking little pussy might not 
end until she had received the full and maximum possible orgasmic benefits. 

Steve, however, had absolutely no intention of totally confining his sexual 
assault on the naked young woman to a mere chewing and sucking of her 
exposed little pussy slit. He and his throbbing, erectile penis had other 
ideas, and he meant to put those ideas into action in very short order. 

Finally, after an interval of what seemed like deliriously endless hours, 
but which must have been only moments, Steve suddenly withdrew his avidly 
sucking mouth from the portal of Paula's humping, fucking love tunnel. He 
easily disentangled himself from her clasping thighs, now fairly limp with 
passion, and rocked back on his haunches to stare at her naked and glorious 
body for a long moment. Finally, determined, with his mind fully made up, he 
hoisted himself up and onto the bed, flinging himself full-length atop the 
young schoolteacher's naked and prostrate body. 

Paula Green was briefly shocked, but pleasantly so, as the muscular young 
man landed full on top of her as she lay reclining on the bed in a state of 
near-collapse. She could plainly feel the hot, wet length of his rigid penis 
lying tight and close along the inside of her right thigh, so long that the 
fat glans was already grazing incitefully along the lowest portion of her 
pouting little cuntal lips as she lay there beneath him. 

Steve could also feel that genital touch quite plainly, and the erotic 
sensations it aroused within him almost made him run amok with tempestuous, 
uncontrollable desire. He clawed and scrabbled his way upward along Paula's 
panting, heaving torso, briefly kissing each rigid nipple in its turn before 
moving on to cover her mouth with his in a deep, smoldering soul kiss. At 
the same time he rose slightly on his elbows and knees, shifting his 
position a bit until the tip of his stiff, dangling cock came into sliding, 
chafing contact with the full pouting lips of Paula's burning, aching little 
pussy. 

Steve began to slide his hips and pelvis back and forth sensuously, with 
ever-increasing rapidity, so that the blunt head of his cock glided smoothly 
and fluently along her tremulous cunt, setting off jangling alarm bells of 
erotic desire in her brain at its passage, hat fleshy, genital plow was 
gradually opening the way to her inner cunt for itself, and Paula winced, 
trembling now, as the hot tip finally made its first throbbing, burning 
impact upon the rigid little node of her aching clitoris. The sensations 
aroused from that continuous, grinding contact were enough to bring her 
supple spine arching up off the mattress once more, the hot breath wheezing 
from her tightened throat as she felt herself caught in the iron grip of 
inescapable sexual arousal. 

Paula sought to help him, thrusting and humping back at him with her full, 
womanly hips in an effort to guide and maneuver his prick into a posture of 
maximum arousing benefit to them both. She strained her plump, ripe buttocks 
upward and off of the yielding mattress, rotating her pelvis deliriously so 
that her cunt felt almost like a hungry little mouth, nibbling, kissing and 
sucking along the trembling, pumping length of Steve's tumescent member. 

The young undercover officer took Paula by surprise then, suddenly bringing 
one strong hand down into the narrow space between their two writhing torsos 
and grasping his cock firmly, maneuvering it into direct alignment with the 
sucking, puckered little mouth of her vaginal channel itself. Having thus 
poised his prick on the very threshold of bliss, it remained only for him to 
drive it home with a great, grinding, skewering thrust which impaled naked 
young Paula to the very core of her trembling being. 

Paula grunted and trembled, her buttocks slamming forcefully back and down 
onto the mattress as Steve's pubic bone impacted tightly against her own. 
His meaty, pendulous balls swung forward on the in-stroke, slapping firmly 
and loudly against the tight little hemispheres of her ass cheeks, sending a 
secondary shock wave of erotic sensation through her quivering straining 
lower torso. She felt completely, gloriously filled, and it was the answer 
to a pussy's prayer as he lay there on top of her, slowly and luxuriously 
flexing his long, hot organ deep inside her fluttering little belly. 

Even before she had grown fully accustomed to the fleshy invader within her 
cunt, Paula felt Steve slowly, torturously withdrawing it and posing himself 
for another thrust, and another, and another. Soon, to her rapture and 
delight, he was reaming his thick, blood-engorged organ in and out of her 
sucking, clinging little vagina at a lightning pace, driving her to the 
brink of ecstasy and beyond with the mad, fluid chafing of his cock shaft 
against her clitoris and soft, yielding vaginal walls. 

It took Paula Green no time whatsoever to establish a fervent, active little 
fucking rhythm of her own, straining her wide pelvis up to meet him and then 
withdrawing it once more, only to begin the bumping, grinding cycle all over 
again in the next fiery split-second. She delighted in the rubbery, elastic 
feeling produced in her tight little cunt as his long, hard pole of genital 
flesh probed and plowed its way deeper and deeper into her belly with each 
successive thrust. Finally, on a particularly violent surging thrust of his 
hips, Steve's blunt red glans made jarring, jolting contact with the rubbery 
little cup of Paula's secret cervix, marking the furthest possible point of 
penile penetration. 

Feeling totally, indescribably possessed by his driving, rampaging organ, 
Paula Green now willingly and gladly surrendered herself to the erotic 
sensations which washed endlessly over her trembling, naked young body. She 
was panting and rutting madly under her impromptu young lover, groaning and 
sobbing into his hot, open mouth like a bitch in heat as she whipped herself 
along the upward spiral road to total sensual gratification. 

Steve, at the same time, was equally caught up and lost in the roaring, 
rushing sensations which had captured his mind and body in an intense but 
pleasurable maelstrom of erotic upheaval. He could think of nothing other 
than the writhing, straining young female body pinned beneath him, and in 
particular the tight young pussy which clung and vibrated around the haft of 
his plundering cock like some tightly masturbating fist in a hot velvet 
glove. It seemed to him that her tight little cunt almost had a mind of its 
own, and that it was consciously, deliberately striving to suck and milk his 
penis of every drop of cum that his testicles contained. Steve had no 
slightest desire to frustrate that thirsty, nibbling little cunt in its 
joyfully erotic task. 

Seeking to add the last finishing touches to the burning delight of their 
conjugal union, Steve slipped one big hand down and around Paula's pumping, 
heaving buttocks once more, probing this time with his blunt fingertips 
along the tight, sliding little cleft of her ass. He found her still-wet 
anus with the tip of his long middle finger, noting with approval the shiver 
which passed along her body and the moan of mounting passion which rose 
unbidden at her throat when he probed and prodded against that elastic 
little portal. 

Without further preamble, Steve ground his finger inexorably forward, 
slipping his digit into Paula's tight little asshole first to the first 
knuckle, then all the way to the hilt, until his hot palm was flush against 
the pumping, fucking swell of her tight ass. 

Paula trembled violently-, shivering at that invasion of her rectum which 
bore none of the inhibiting pain she had felt there earlier in the evening, 
with Jeff's cock plowing rudely up into her asshole. Now the sensation was 
nothing short of spectacular, for she had easily learned the technique of 
relaxing those rectal muscles to admit and accommodate a fleshy invader much 
larger than a mere fingertip. In fact, the sensation was definitely pleasant 
now, and she was intensely excited as she felt Steve's finger and cock 
chafing and grinding against one another on each driving inward stroke, the 
two fucking appendages separated only by the thin, filmy wall of yielding 
flesh that separated her cunt from her rectum. 

Those twin tingling sensations, combined with the feelings provoked by 
Steve's tongue as he kissed her intimately, and his other hand as he kneaded 
and massaged both of her straining naked tits, was enough to bring her to 
the very razor's edge of delicious, tempestuous orgasmic release. She 
hovered there for a long, agonizing moment, every nerve and muscle in her 
body taut and on fire as she strained to push herself finally, once and for 
all over that invisible borderline that separates frustration from total 
sexual fulfillment. 

With a final shuddering sigh of release and contentment, young Paula Green 
slipped across that invisible mental border, giving herself wholeheartedly 
to the swirling explosiveness of climax while Steve continued fucking his 
cock up into her cunt and screwing his finger rapidly in and out of her 
once-chaste little asshole. She tossed and writhed beneath him, mewling out 
her wordless cries of passion into the hot, clinging echo chamber of his 
mouth and throat as she rode the erotic roller coaster of orgasm blissfully 
to the end of its curving, dipping rail. 

Steve felt Paula cumming beneath him, the rhythmic convulsions of her pelvis 
and belly unmistakably transmitting themselves by the sense of touch. Her 
cunt was sucking and milking the rigid staff of his cock greedily now, 
contracting and releasing, then contracting once more in the rhythmic spasms 
of total erotic release. He shivered from the top of his head to the soles 
of his feet as new delightful spasms of sensual pleasure gripped and rocked 
him, his entire body going suddenly rigid as he felt the first tell-tale 
signs of his own rapidly-approaching orgasm deep in the tight, pumping cleft 
of his ass. 

Steve's orgasm struck him with hurricane force, bending his spine like a bow 
and forcing his pelvis sharply forward, driving his cock suddenly deeper 
into the wet chasm of Paula's cunt than the young teacher would ever have 
thought possible. His cock seemed to grow by at least another full inch in 
length, while his testicles contracted nightily at the same instant, 
releasing the hot, crawling flood of his viscous jism. That creamy deluge 
exploded from the single cyclopic slit in his purple cock head in great 
spouting geysers of sperm, coating the total inside of Paula's cunt and then 
overflowing to stream in sticky white rivulets down the cleft of her ass and 
the insides of her straining thighs. 

They lay there, locked together thusly for long quivering moments of 
ecstasy, sobbing their mutual joy into each others open mouths and throats. 
Then, as the rictus of pleasure which is so closely akin to pain gradually 
subsided, they relaxed and went limp in each other's arms, Steve's limp cock 
sliding wetly out of Paula's now-totally-satisfied little twat with a happy 
little sucking sound. 

After several more long moments, Steve propped himself up on his elbows and 
looked deeply down into Paula's still-misty eyes. He kissed her lightly on 
the lips and said, "It's dark now, and we've got to go. Now or never." 

So saying, he rolled lightly off of her and stood beside the bed, scooping 
her discarded "borrowed" items of clothing from the floor at bedside and 
tossing them to her before turning to retrieve his own garments and hastily 
dress himself. 

Paula went into hurried action herself, the afterglow of orgasm vanishing 
almost at once as she realized the potential desperation of the 
circumstances and the necessity of immediate, firm action. She slid into the 
tank top and jeans without benefit of any underwear and rose to face Steve 
as he finished dressing himself. He was already moving to the bedroom door 
again, leaning to press his ear against the panel momentarily before moving 
swiftly back toward the open closet at door side. He leaned inside briefly, 
and Paula gave a little gasp of astonishment as he came back out again, 
straightening up now with weapons in each hand. He had already thrust a 
pistol into the waistband of his pants, and now he was checking a 
pump-action shotgun to make sure that the deadly weapon was loaded. 

"They keep guns around all the time," he said simply in answer to her 
obviously questioning stare. "Right now they're smoking some grass in there; 
I can tell by the smell and the way their voices sound. But when we start 
the car up out back they'll sober up quick enough, and they'll be all over 
us. That's why we have to move fast." 

He crossed to the room's only window and raised it easily with one hand, 
motioning for Paula to join him in climbing over the sill and outside to 
relative freedom. He touched down on the soft grass first, but she was close 
behind him, dropping into a crouch in the darkness at his signal. She saw 
the reason for his special caution at once, for now she heard the sounds of 
someone approaching, and none too quietly at that, shuffling along and 
brushing against the thick brush which line that side of the cabin like a 
secondary wall. 

"What the hell is this?" a strange male voice was saying; she assumed that 
it must be the man who had been left outside on guard while the others had 
their sexual way with her inside the cabin. 

Steve made no answer to the low verbal challenge, merely standing there 
rock-solid and immovable, gripping the stubby shotgun tightly in both hands. 
The approaching lookout seemed to recognize him in the darkness at the last 
moment, his tense posture relaxing somewhat, his hand dropping away from the 
black handgun nestled in his belt. 

Taking advantage of that foolish momentary breach of alertness, Steve 
stepped sharply forward and struck, swinging the butt of his weapon in a 
tight arc that ended in thumping impact upon the other man's left temple. 
The guard seemed to leap sideways, diving headlong into the thick wall of 
the cabin with another resounding clunk! Steve struck at his exposed head a 
second time, bouncing him once more face-first off the cabin wall, then 
letting him fall to earth, whether dead or unconscious Paula could not have 
said. 

They moved out now with a greater sense of urgency, uncertain and rather 
afraid in case someone aside the cabin might have heard the noise of the 
fight, and the lookout's head banging repeatedly against the wall. Paula 
hugged close on Steve's track, finding herself standing beside him at the 
rear of the large cabin in another moment, facing a line of vehicles which 
included her own. Moving swiftly to the driver's side of the Chevrolet, 
Steve leaned inside and satisfied himself that the keys were in place, then 
motioned for her to come to him as he opened the driver's door. 

Paula brushed past him and slid lightly into position behind the steering 
wheel, glad now to be sitting down as she felt her legs on the verge of 
turning to rubber from fright and tension. She gripped the wheel with 
white-knuckled hands, expecting the explosion of shots and shouts from the 
nearby darkness at any moment. 

"When you pull out of here, turn hard left around the far end of the cabin 
there," he told her softly, almost whispering now. "You can drive straight 
across the lawn there and line yourself up with the access road that takes 
you down and around back to the main highway." 

"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked, her voice croaking as sudden anxiety 
welled up and threatened to choke her. 

Steve shook his head in a firm negative. "I've still got a job to do here," 
he told her simply, quietly. "First I'm going to put these other cars out of 
action so they can't follow you, then I'm going to try to cover them inside 
there until you can send someone back to help me." 

"But what if I can't find any help?" She was getting desperate now, her 
hands trembling in spite of her virtual death grip on the slippery steering 
wheel. 

"You can't miss," he told her with more confidence than either of them 
actually felt. "If you don't spot a patrol car on the road, take the main 
highway five miles due south until you see signs for the Highway Patrol 
station. Then follow the turnoff to their front porch, and you'll have more 
cops than you can use, all over the place." 

"Please, Steve, come with me now," she cried, begging. "I need you and 
...and ...well, they won't dare to follow us if they know you're armed." 

"Sorry," he said with another negative toss of his blonde head. "First 
problem is, they'd do anything to silence me with all I have on them, and 
you're no less dangerous now yourself. They have to kill us both, and they'd 
follow us to hell to do it. 

"Second," he continued grimly, "I can't afford the luxury of giving any one 
of these vicious animals time to get away out the back door while we're 
running. To do that would be the same as throwing six months of work into 
the trash basket." 

She looked at him a long moment through tear-filled eyes, knowing that he 
was right, and that there was nothing she could do or say to change his mind 
at that moment. He surprised her by leaning quickly inside the car to plant 
one final, burning kiss on her sensuous mouth, and at the same time his free 
hand found the ignition key of the Chevy, switching it on and bringing the 
big engine into growling, gurgling life. 

"Now go!" he said, suddenly shouting as he leaped back from the car, arms 
wind-milling to point the way. "Get the hell away from here while you can." 

Instinctively she slammed her foot down on the accelerator, swinging the 
wheel to cut the car about in a tight right-hand turn, feeling the jolt as 
her rear fender grazed the bumper of a Cadillac next in line. Steve almost 
kept pace with the car, jogging along in her wake and pumping off rapid 
fire, booming rounds from the shotgun into the grillwork of each standing 
car that he passed. The shots echoed in Paula's ringing ears, reverberating 
in the crash of shattering glass and crumpling metal. The night was lit with 
the leaping, jagged muzzle flashes of his sawed-off weapon. 

Steve was reloading the shotgun on a dead run, still keeping up with the car 
as Paula rounded the corner of the cabin and floored the accelerator in 
another burst of frightened energy. Her rear tires caught traction in the 
damp grass, rocketing across the broad oval of lawn and leaving the 
two-story structure rapidly behind. 

From the corner of her eye Paula had the impression of rapid, milling 
movement, and then the whole scene was framed for her in the oblong 
rectangle of her rear-view mirror. Frankie, Jeff and the girls were pouring 
out of the cabin's open front door. All but Jeff were still nude, and each 
of them carried guns in their hands, angling the weapons toward her speeding 
car as they saw the situation at hand. Paula cringed, almost losing control 
of the speeding vehicle as she braced herself for the searing, lethal impact 
of the bullets ripping into her head and body. 

That fatal, rending impact never came. The night was suddenly lit by 
gunfire, certainly, but at first it did not issue from the hostile weapons 
of those four hoodlums. Steve was crouching there at the corner of the 
cabin, barely within Paula's range of mirrored vision, down on one knee and 
rapidly pumping round after thundering round from his short, deadly 
scattergun. 

Paula saw Jeff go down, tumbling backward in a spray of wet, dark crimson, 
and then the other three killers were wheeling about, unloading their 
pistols on Steve in rapid reflexive fire even as the deadly patterns of 
buckshot sliced among and through them. 

The terrified young schoolteacher never saw the outcome of that lethal 
confrontation, for suddenly she was at the dark and cavernous opening of the 
grassy access road, plunging headlong beneath the overhanging trees. That 
leafy screen obscured the cabin and the combatants from her view, and she 
was suddenly fully occupied with the task of keeping her speeding car 
aligned with the road to prevent herself from crashing into the tree line on 
either side. 

She did not, however, forget the young agent who had first given her such 
intense sexual pleasure, and then risked his own life to save her own and to 
cover her retreat. She began to weep openly, unashamed by the tears which 
rolled down her pale cheeks while she drove. Sobbing bitterly, she gripped 
the steering wheel with angry fists and kept her right foot pressed tight 
against the floorboards for maximum speed and acceleration as she neared the 
junction with the main paved highway. 

She was still sobbing, openly and unashamedly, when the highway patrol 
cruiser flagged her down five minutes later. 


THE END
