LLP-486  A Family Lesson
(Karen Holmes)


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest . .. . "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which 
he alloweth himself But he that doubleth is damned if he eat. " Those who 
deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised 
to consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

The Publisher 


Chapter One 

The slender black youth who came to take the luggage flashed a quick, sly 
look around the bedroom, and Don could swear he was smirking a little. The 
boy picked up two of the bags and trotted down the stairs as Don and his son 
Jamey followed with the rest of the suitcases. 

Beth and Sandy were standing by the car and Beth smiled at him with a 
cheerful smile. Damn her everlasting cheerfulness! Now the young Black was 
more respectful as he looked approvingly from mother to daughter and then to 
Don. They were a pair of good-looking women, all right - that is, if you 
counted Sandy as a woman. She was certainly a hell of a sexy 
fifteen-year-old! The bellhop wasn't missing a thing as he gave her the 
once-over. 

They seemed to mature earlier these days, maybe it was vitamins or 
something. Sandy had tightly rounded little buttocks that twitched and 
rotated provocatively when she walked, and her breasts were almost as lush 
and ripe as a full grown woman's. Don could see his daughter wasn't wearing 
any bra; her nipples were clearly outlined as they strained against the 
cotton T-shirt she wore. But Sandy was not, and never would be, as 
voluptuously sexy as her mother. 

The old question returned to torment him again and again. Why, why? How 
could a woman be built like Beth was, stacked so that a guy couldn't look at 
her without wanting to get in her pants, and yet be totally disinterested in 
getting herself fucked? 

He didn't believe she was frigid in the classic sense. She wasn't afraid of 
being fucked, she didn't tense up when he approached her. No, she just lay 
there under him and took it with no more pleasure or enthusiasm than a limp 
dishrag would have shown. He had tried everything he knew to excite her and 
sometimes it had seemed to him she was starting to feel something but, hell, 
she was probably only faking it! She was good at faking, making little 
noises and rolling her ass around like she loved screwing, but you can't 
fool a guy who's had the real thing. He wasn't even sure Beth had ever 
experienced a real orgasm. 

This trip - California, San Francisco, the Wine Country - was going to be a 
test for Beth, although she didn't know it. And so far she was failing the 
test miserably. 

Well, he'd probably been a fool to build the trip up so much in his mind, to 
expect so much from it. He had thought maybe if he got her away from the 
daily routine, the familiar things - it was her first flight on a jet, the 
first visit to California for all of them. He and Beth would be together in 
a motel bedroom with no business deals to worry about - Beth wearing the 
sheer nylon nighties he'd made her buy, or maybe not wearing them. Yes, he'd 
have her take them off so he could look all he wanted to at her naked body, 
which was still excitingly lovely after eighteen years. She was sun-tanned 
all over her body except for those two startling white strips where her 
thong bikini covered her tantalizing flesh, two areas he knew no other man 
but himself had ever seen. The swelling globes of her full breasts, with 
those rosy-red nipples that looked almost like flowers painted on her - Oh, 
Jesus, Don groaned as he mentally stripped his wife, I can get a hard-on 
just thinking about her! His eyes went to the gentle curve of her belly 
under her trim linen slacks. A little further down was that second white 
strip, where the soft brown pubic hair curled around the thin, pink little 
mouth of her cunt. His cock stiffened as he continued thinking about that 
gorgeous pussy and he felt his balls begin to expand. But he couldn't take 
her back in the hotel and fuck her now, damn it, and even if he could he 
knew very well what the inevitable frustrating result would be. 

"I guess we're all ready, honey," Beth said, "Would you like me to drive for 
a while first?" , "No, I don't mind," he answered shortly, "Go ahead and get 
in, kids." 

Jamey held the door for his sister and then climbed into the back seat after 
her, nearly bumping his head. The car was one of the new compacts the 
rent-a-car agencies were favoring these days and afforded scant space for a 
six-footer like Jamey. Beth settled herself in front and Don walked around 
the car, handing a dollar bill to the bellhop who stood waiting for it. 

Don's prick still jutted out against his form-fitting pants, a visible 
reminder of his lewd thoughts of a few seconds ago. Not that Beth was likely 
to notice it, or care that he wanted her. Nevertheless, he thought as he 
started the car, she seemed to have forgiven him for last night. He'd been 
rougher with her than he'd ever been before, probably really hurt her. But 
hell, there were times when a guy could take just so much crap! It wouldn't 
happen again. As he'd told her when it was over, he was all through trying. 
And when they were back home he planned to start getting as much as he could 
on the side. 

His resentment had been building steadily since they'd arrived in San 
Francisco, since the moment they walked into the motel and he found out what 
Beth had in mind. There were two doubles reserved for them in advance, as 
arranged by the travel agency. But when he set his suitcase beside hers in 
the first bedroom, she'd protested. 

"Oh, Don - I'm sharing this room with Sandy. You and Jamey go ahead and take 
the other one." 

"What the hell are you talking about? Let the kids have the other room!" 

Beth blushed nervously and putled him aside, whispering urgently, "Don, 
they're too big for that. A girl Sandy's age can't sleep in the same room 
with her brother! It would embarrass them both!" 

"Well, that's tough!" he exploded, thinking angrily that a woman Beth' s age 
ought to be able to talk about sex without turning red. "The rooms have twin 
beds. Listen, when I was a kid, the whole damn family slept in one room." 

He saw Jamey and Sandy grin at each other in sly amusement. Christ, what 
kind of man would they think they had for a father, when he had to beg his 
wife to share a room with him? Beth's cheeks grew pinker. 

"I know," she said soothingly, "but those were different times, and you know 
it. Our family simply isn't used to living that way, and teenagers 
especially want privacy. They're very sensitive about . . . about things." 

"So we'll get another room. I'll go down to the desk." 

"It's not included in the tour, we'd have to pay for an extra room," she 
pointed out quickly. 

"I'm not that broke yet," he retorted icily, his voice growing colder as he 
grew hotter inside with impotent rage. 

"Of course you're not, honey, but it would be money we could spend on 
souvenirs and sight-seeing. Besides," she added, "this is the peak season, I 
doubt if they have any vacant rooms. Sandy and I will be just fine in here." 
And she began unpacking her suitcase briskly, as if everything was settled. 

You'll be fine, you cold little bitch, he thought, because you couldn't care 
less if there wasn't a man within a million miles of you! Never mind, this 
was San Francisco, after all. If a man couldn't find a good, whore m San 
Francisco to satisfy his needs, where else could he? 

He never did get around to finding one, though, because they started 
sight-seeing and after a day of riding cable cars and waiting for Beth and 
Sandy while they shopped in boutiques, he was glad to get back to the motel. 

He woke up in the middle of the night and reached out for his wife, thinking 
for a moment that he was in their king-sized bed at home. But there was only 
the space between the two beds and the sound of his son, Jamey's young, even 
breathing. He felt like pounding on the wall that separated him from Beth! 

They had taken a short day trip to Carmel and Monterey, taking photographs 
along the way like all typical tourists. And Don's anger grew, sputtering 
like a short fuse. 

Was this what he'd worked his tail off for all these years? He'd been top 
district sales manager in the whole goddamned Midwest, with a fat bonus to 
show for it and now he'd won this vacation for them, first prize in a sales 
contest. But it seemed that he couldn't sell his wife on going to bed with 
him. 

Maybe that was part of the trouble, the way he'd driven himself on the job 
ever since their marriage. His family had never been much account, while 
Beth's people were comfortable middle-class types, and he'd been determined 
to succeed and show them she hadn't made any mistake in marrying him. There 
were the long years he'd spent on the road, at home only on weekends. That 
was how sex with Beth had grown into a Saturday-night routine they both 
half-dreaded yet expected. Jesus, how many times had he fucked her, 
mechanically ramming his prick into her soft pink little cunt while she held 
him tightly and waited patiently for him to finish with her, to empty his 
building load of semen deep inside her belly so she could turn over and go 
to sleep. 

When he was out of town on a sales trip, it was all right because there was 
always a woman in a bar, or some hot little waitress he could pick up and 
take to his motel room. After the first few times, he hadn't even felt 
guilty about cheating on Beth. The way he saw it, it kept his marriage 
together instead of breaking it up. He soon realized that Beth didn't really 
want to know what he did when he was on the road. 

Then, a year ago, he had been promoted to District Manager, and there was no 
more traveling, except to an occasional sales meeting or convention. 

Well, he had tried hard to readjust his life, but it obviously wasn't 
working out. He had decided to be faithful to Beth, partly because an affair 
in their home town wouldn't be easy to conceal from her or from their 
acquaintances. Perhaps she would begin to respond to his love-making, now 
that he would be with her every night. He was going to be patient, to really 
work at arousing her passion. 

Now, however, he was quite sure there was no passion there to arouse. The 
luscious body was tied to a prudish mind that would never let her enjoy 
fucking. No doubt her goody-goody upbringing was to blame, but that was no 
comfort to a lusty male who needed a real woman to match his own desires! 

For the sake of the guy who would get her someday, he hoped Sandy wouldn't 
turn out like her mother. He was pretty sure Sandy had a lot more knowledge, 
as all teenagers seemed to have nowadays. Of course she teased and flirted 
around a lot; he'd seen her wiggle her ass at the boys, but she wouldn't go 
too far. 

That was another frustration, his relationship with his son and daughter. 
Because he hadn't been around much while they were growing up, they now 
treated him with polite distance, as if he was only a guest in the house and 
not the head of it. 

The whole situation had boiled over yesterday, shortly after they'd returned 
from taking the harbor cruise around the San Francisco bay at sunset. Don 
asked for an extra room and, as Beth had predicted, was told there weren't 
any. But Don was in a mood that simply wasn't to be denied. 

While walking around earlier in the day, Don had noticed a movie house that 
was showing a new French film. He saw the kids look with interest at the 
marquee and so he made a mental note of the time for the evening showing. 
Then, while they were having dinner in the motel dining room, he'd given 
Jamey some money and told him to take his sister to the movie. Beth had 
immediately looked concerned. 

"I, uh, think that film's X-rated, honey," she murmured. 

"Oh, they won't have any trouble. Jamey can buy the tickets - he can pass 
for twenty-one, let alone eighteen." 

"I know they can probably get in," she admitted reluctantly, "but are you 
sure you want them to see that movie? I read that some places aren't 
allowing it to be shown - it sounded pretty raw to me." 

Oh, Mother," Sandy groaned, "we're not back home." 

"That's it, Sandy," Don grinned at his sassy daughter, "This is 1975 and San 
Francisco, where everything's happening, right?" 

"Right on!" she grinned back at him impishly. 

"Why don't you and Mom come along?". Jamey suggested. 

"Oh, not tonight, I guess. We'll find something to do." 

He had something in mind, all right. But even if this was 1975, he couldn't 
very well announce that he was planning to fuck their mother silly while 
they were at the movies! 

Beth was just ahead of him on the escalator to their floor, so that her 
softly curved ass was at his eye level. He admired its perfection hungrily. 
It had always seemed to him that a nice firm well-shaped ass was more 
important to a woman's looks than her legs. And Beth was fortunate in both 
ways, long trim racehorse legs and a pair of beautifully curved buttocks 
that were driving him right out of his mind at the moment, the way they were 
outlined to perfection under the sleek pants she was wearing. 

He reached out and squeezed one of the delectable moons appreciatively and 
Beth whirled around like he'd done some terrible obscene thing to her. She 
nearly lost her balance on the moving stairs and when he grabbed her around 
the hips to steady her, the sudden contact with her warm flesh had a 
predictable effect on him. His prick jerked to life and lay hot and heavy 
against his stomach. 

"Don!" Beth chided, looking quickly down toward the lobby to see whether 
anyone was watching. "Be careful! These escalators ..." she slipped out of 
his grasp to step off onto their floor. He followed, his hand on his 
swelling cock as it pressed against his tight western style pants. 

She went directly into her room and he followed, locking the door as an 
afterthought. The kids might've changed their minds or come back early. Beth 
would probably die of embarrassment on the spot if anyone ever saw them 
while he was fucking it to her - which is just what he was going to be doing 
in about two seconds! The pressure had been building in him ever since they 
started this trip and now, by God, his cock felt like it was going to burst 
if it didn't get into some pussy pretty damn soon. He had his belt off and 
was unzipping his pants when Beth turned around and realized what he was 
doing. 

"Don, what in the world - ?" she broke off in astonishment, "Can't you even 
wait until . . . ?" 

"Until what, Baby? You want me to wait until it gets dark? It's dark 
already, sweetheart, so that old excuse about not screwing in daylight won't 
work. See this?" He stepped out of his pants and walked toward her, taking 
his long thick cock in his right hand, "This means it's ready to go!" 

Beth stared at him for a second in horrified fascination and then averted 
her eyes from the long swollen prick jutting out from his loins. 

But she turned around to undress, resignedly, carefully pulling her stretch 
top over her head so her lipstick wouldn't touch it. More slowly, she 
unfastened her slacks, reluctantly stepping out of them. As always, the 
sight of her curvaceous body brought a burning sensation deep in his 
testicles. He was close enough to smell her body fragrance as she moved and 
his cock was throbbing-hard now with his lust. His wife unhooked her bra and 
her huge voluptuously uplifted breasts with their rosy tips seemed to spring 
out at him as they were released from the flimsy lace. She put the bra on a 
chair and then stepped out of her shoes. With one movement, she peeled her 
panties down her slim legs and faced him, naked. 

He stepped closer, breathing fast. She could have done the same, and stepped 
forward to meet his eager cock, ready to take it in her. She could have 
shown some desire. Jesus, she could have just held out her arms and kissed 
him - anything. Instead, she carefully folded the stretch top and bra she 
was holding, and reached down to retrieve the panties from the floor. 
Somehow, that did it. 

With a strangled sound, Don lunged at her and threw her backwards onto the 
bed. He went down heavily oh top of her, cruelly crushing her soft breasts 
under his weight and ramming his erectly throbbing penis up against her 
stomach. It knocked the breath out of her, she could only gasp helplessly as 
he lay full-length upon her and began to spit out frightening, obscene words 
at her! 

"You fuckin' little prick-tease!" he snarled. "You ready now? Got everything 
folded up neat? Good Christ, do you know I've had women so hot for me they 
tore their clothes off? That's right, they wanted my cock up inside their 
hot little cunts so bad they couldn't wait! But not my own wife - no, you 
can wait all night because you don't want to be screwed at all. You only do 
it with me because you think it's your goddamned duty!" 

"No, Don!" Beth found her voice and began to protest weakly, "I do want to. 
I love you!" 

"Shit," he retorted, and her face went white under her tan, "A meal ticket, 
that's all you know. A nice house, a cabin up at the lake, your own car, 
clothes on your back. But when I want something from you, you treat me like 
I was some kind of sex maniac! Well, I'm a man, Beth, and don't you ever 
forget it!" 

"I won't forget it," she promised, squirming uncomfortably under him while 
tears formed in her great brown eyes. 

Don raised up and took her by the shoulders, shaking her so hard her breasts 
bobbed up and down. Suddenly he seized one of the soft, marshmallowy mounds 
in each hand and squeezed them. He had large powerful hands, but her tits 
filled them so completely that the soft flesh escaped and bulged out between 
his spread fingers. He felt her nipples hardening under his palms and it 
gave him a lewd tickling sensation that drove him to a greater pitch of 
desire. With a groan, he released her breasts, letting them flop forward 
heavily, then he seized her thighs and shoved them abruptly apart. He reared 
up oh his knees and looked down hungrily at the now exposed little vaginal 
slit between her legs, framed in the softly curling pubic hair at the base 
of her belly. 

Beth closed her eyes to shut out the sight of her husband staring down into 
her nakedly open vagina. She lay quietly awaiting his onslaught, her 
trembling had subsided into little spasmodic quivers that twitched the lips 
of her cunt invitingly up to him. Her husband's anger was gone for the 
moment. He put his hand on her pubic mound and stroked it in tiny teasing 
circular motions, gently at first but with ever-increasing pressure. Beth 
kept her eyes tightly shut, but she rolled her hips slightly from side to 
side and, clenched the muscles of her buttocks together as close as she 
could. Christ, was she really feeling something? He dropped his face to her 
stomach, kissing her navel and then moving downward, kissing and sucking at 
her belly. He took the lips of her cunt and spread them outward with a 
slight pressure from his thumbs, then put his mouth to her moist, trembling 
pussy. The muscles of her slim thighs tightened as she felt his heated 
breath stir her pubic hair. Don put out his tongue and with the tip, probed 
her budding pink clitoris. Beth jerked away from the hot wet contact with 
her genitals as if she'd received an electric shock. 

"Please - don't do that!" she whispered frantically, trying to squeeze her 
legs together and so force his head away from her defenseless, exposed cunt, 
"Don, I - I don't like that. You know how I feel about doing it that way!" 

The rage came flooding back into him, hot like a searing poison. He had 
denied his own urgent need to just fuck up inside her and relieve his 
cunt-thirsty cock, just to try and give her some pleasure, and she had 
rejected his offering. Yes, just as she had always rejected his love-making. 
By God, he had a lot of fucking coming to him from this bitch and he was 
going to get some of it right now! The hell with her sensitive feelings. For 
once he'd screw her the way he wanted it! He forced her legs wide apart 
again until she grunted from the pressure and then he seized his pulsing 
rock-hard cock and plunged it into her exposed pussy in one forward 
thrusting lunge. 

"Ooooh!" Beth squealed, "You're hurting me, Don!" 

She flinched at the unaccustomed pain inflicted on her tender vagina by his 
relentless penis. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress as he 
smashed into her, but it was impossible to wriggle away from his impaling 
rod, it went deep inside her on his first furious thrust. Sensing that to 
struggle further would only incite his fury more, Beth lay still, bearing 
all his weight on her body and tensing her interior cunt walls for the next 
plunge of his blood-engorged member into the unwillingly filled passage. It 
seemed to her that her husband had suddenly gone stark raving mad and she 
didn't have a clue why, what had set him off this way! Fortunately, it would 
be over soon, she told herself. But he kept fucking into her on and on and 
her unprepared cunt was excruciatingly tight. His cock was always tight 
inside her, even after all the years they'd been married,: but tonight it 
seemed to be even bigger. And he was insatiable, fucking up into her again 
and again. If she let her naked loins rock with his thrusting motions, it 
was better, she discovered. Yes, that was it - relax and let him go all the 
way in. My God, he was in so far she could actually feel his - his thing, 
the head of it, touching all the way back against her cervix. It was easier 
now, her lubricating juices were starting to flow more copiously up inside 
her, coating the sides of her husband's cock so that it slipped in and out 
of her small cunt like a well-oiled piston, making a wet little sucking 
sound on each backstroke. 

Don felt the velvety wetness growing up inside her and felt the sensitive 
rubbery tip of his heavily pulsating cock push the hotly clinging walls of 
her pussy aside as he fucked into her again and again. He was fucking harder 
than he'd ever fucked his wife before, pressing her knees back to touch her 
tits, until her smooth white buttocks were lifted clear off the bed with 
each heavy in-fuck. Beth was panting for breath with each lunge he made into 
her. He shoved his hands under her, tilting her naked cunt mouth upward to 
receive every inch of his cock. 

"Jesus Christ!" he sputtered down into her open mouth. He was cumming now, 
he could feel it boiling in his balls and coming up inside his cock like a 
goddamn skyrocket going off! The final strokes were sheer lust-crazed 
ecstasy until he exploded deep in her belly, drenching her whole insides 
with his hot, sticky cum. With one final surge to pump out the last milky 
white droplets of his semen, he let her buttocks drop and he fell forward on 
her like a log, drained dry. 

Beth's legs sprawled out on either side of him as he released her, the 
soreness of her thighs testifying that they'd been stretched into an unusual 
position. Everything had been so unusual and unexpected that Beth hardly 
knew what to think. Don's love-making was ordinarily so gentle that it 
required no effort on her part, but he certainly had no right to accuse her 
of not .wanting it, no right at all! She never refused to let him have sex 
with her, even thought she was sometimes tired and didn't feel like it. In 
fact, she really didn't mind sex. There was a warm feeling about it, to be 
able to hold her husband in her arms and know that she was giving him 
pleasure. She was perfectly well aware that men had to have it, it was more 
important to them. But she'd never gotten over her feeling of being cheated, 
somehow, because making love wasn't the big deal people made it out to be. 
Privately, she didn't believe these articles about women being as highly 
sexed as men, no doubt they were only skillful at men making men think they 
were having wild orgasms. She had done a bit of pretending herself, when Don 
seemed to be a little - well, hungrier than usual for her approval of his 
powers in bed. It was simple, after all, to make little whimpering sounds 
now and then or murmur how good it was. In fact, if he hadn't been so rough 
with her tonight, it would have been one of their very best times - for a 
few minutes there had been a sort of rhythmic pleasurable sensation, a kind 
of restless feeling that she'd never experienced before. But just then Don 
had reached his orgasm. - strange, at first she thought he was never going 
to cum, but later she didn't care if he was slow because the sensation he 
was giving her wasn't really unpleasant. Now he was withdrawing from her, 
his penis was getting soft again. For just a second, Beth recalled how it 
looked when he locked the door and came toward her. It had been a dull red 
color and the veins stood out and he had been stroking it. Well, she would 
rather not have to see it! 

And then she remembered the movie Jamey and Sandy were watching at this 
moment. It certainly wasn't good for Sandy, especially, to see naked love 
scenes. Naturally, she wanted her daughter to know what a man looked like so 
it wouldn't come as a complete shock, but fifteen was still very young. 

Don had deliberately arranged for the kids to go to the movie so that he 
could make love to her tonight, she was sure of it. What was getting into 
him? Probably worried about his virility, now that he was in his forties! 
Since he got the District Manager's job and was at home every night now, 
perhaps he thought they weren't having enough sex. She'd tried to indicate 
that once a week, the way they'd had it for years, was fine as far as she 
was concerned. 

His solid body still lay sprawled across her and she was growing numb from 
the weight of it. She shifted uncomfortably and he rolled off her. Beth 
immediately pulled a corner of the bedspread over her body. 

"That's right, cover it up!" Don said bitterly. 

"What's the matter?" she replied defensively, "Wasn't I - wasn't it good 
enough, Honey?" 

"You tell me what's the matter. How can it be good when I have to 
practically rape my own wife to get a piece of ass? You're a cold number, 
Beth - you'll never be any good as a woman." 

"Don!" she gasped, hurt by his cruel taunt as if he'd hit her. Tears rolled 
down her cheeks. She remembered the way he'd boasted, while she was taking 
her clothes off, that he'd had other women "hot" for him. Could it be true? 
Before they got married, perhaps. But why, then, had he married her if these 
other women were so great? 

During the years Don was traveling she had often suspected he might have 
been sleeping with someone, but had tried to accept it as inevitable. A man 
was always tempted and it was harder for them to be faithful. Since he 
always returned to her, if there were affairs, they must not mean anything 
to him. 

But it seemed unfair to Beth that her husband should pick their vacation in 
California as the time to tell her he wasn't happy with their sex life. It 
was unfortunate there'd been this trouble about the motel rooms, but she 
simply couldn't permit Sandy to share a room with her older brother, the 
very idea was indecent. 

They'd gotten ready for the trip in such a hurry - she just hadn't a chance 
to foresee the problem. The company had made the arrangements - four people, 
two doubles. It was only 21 days - she'd never dreamed Don would make such a 
big deal about it! 

Beth knew that Sandy would be uncomfortably aware of her brother if they had 
to sleep in the same room. He was tall and athletically built and he liked 
to loaf around in nothing more than his jockey shorts. Beth had caught him 
that way herself several times and was always unprepared for the startling 
realization that her little boy was now a very well-endowed male animal! No 
wonder all the high school girls were crazy about him - they were constantly 
telephoning and even came brazenly right to the house to see him. She did 
hope he could get through these teenage years without some scandal - some 
supposedly nice girls in their neighborhood had become pregnant in the last 
few years. No, it wasn't easy to raise kids these days, and she wished she 
could make Don take that more seriously. 

As for Don, his sexual hunger was satisfied, at least for the moment. He saw 
that his wife was crying, but her behavior continued to rankle in his mind 
and he said nothing. Actually, once he had gotten it up into her, she hadn't 
been a half-bad lay tonight. But she hadn't moved her cunt around much and 
he'd had to do all the work, as usual. No, there was no improvement at all 
in her attitude. He had meant every cutting word he'd hurled at her! 

He got up and pulled on his pants and went to his room to take a shower, 
leaving his wife on the rumpled bed. He dressed again and went downstairs to 
have a drink at the motel bar. Then he wandered out to find another, 
livelier place. When he left it an hour or so later, Jamey and Sandy were 
just coming out of the theater. 

Sandy found it strange to go into the movie house with her brother. She 
couldn't remember when the two of them had done anything together, it had 
been so long. Being two years ahead of her in school, he naturally ran with 
a different crowd and in recent months he'd been spending most of his time 
with Georgina Mason, anyway. Sandy knew he hadn't wanted to come on this 
trip with their parents much, she supposed he hated being separated from 
Georgina even for three weeks. It was puzzling to Sandy what Jamey saw in 
Georgina, a rather chubby and definitely cheap-looking girl. Jamey was just 
about the best-looking boy in school. It was rather nice to be seen with him 
where people didn't know they were brother and sister. 

The feature had already begun when they entered the theater and so they 
stumbled to their seats in the darkness. Sandy was disappointed to see the 
movie was in French, with subtitles, but within a few minutes she was 
sitting up straight and gripping the armrests of her seat! 

The film was like nothing she'd ever seen before on a screen. It seemed that 
the two women were Lesbians and they were in bed together when a man, 
evidently a neighbor, walked in. They spoke for a few minutes and then the 
man took off his clothes and got into bed with the two women. As the man 
began to fondle first one woman and then the other Sandy glanced nervously 
over at Jamey. He was slumped in his seat, his long legs sprawled as far as 
the cramped seating would allow. Obviously he had forgotten her presence, he 
was utterly absorbed by the lewd scene being enacted on the screen. As she 
watched the man kissing the women's breasts, Sandy suddenly felt a peculiar 
tension up between her teenage thighs and a slight wet moisture growing 
there. She squirmed slightly and discovered that rubbing her panty-clad 
little pubic area down against the leather seat brought a sort of relief. 
She was so ashamed of herself for letting a movie excite her this way that 
she clamped her legs hard together to try to still her now warmly quivering 
pussy. Instead, the sudden pressure on her clitoris only increased the 
indecent sexual sensation! 

Jamey was now also shifting uncomfortably in his seat. God, Sandy thought, 
he must be getting turned on, too! The thought of her handsome brother's 
penis suddenly growing hard made her wiggle even more. When her hand 
accidentally brushed Jamey's, she jerked it away instantly. The action on 
the screen was not so explicit now, but it seemed the man was satisfying 
both women. Close-up shots showed their faces contorted with passion, and 
then the camera would focus on some portion of the three writhing bodies. 
The shots never quite exposed enough so that you could see who was doing 
what to whom, but Sandy could imagine. As the scene on the bed ended, her 
body gradually returned to normal, but the thin crotch-band of her panties 
running between her thighs felt damp where her vaginal secretions had seeped 
out against her will. Later on there was another sex scene in which the man 
slowly undressed a woman while she twisted back and forth in his hands. But 
somehow Sandy forced herself to remain calm, she was determined not to give 
in again to the sexually stimulating lewd sensations. 

When finally she and her brother emerged into the cool night air, Jamey 
stretched lazily and gave her a sheepish grin. 

"What'd you think of it?" he asked. 

"Oh, I don't know," she said off-handed-ly, "It'll never be shown back 
home," she said that's for sure!" 

"That's not where the good movies are shown," he snickered knowingly. 

"I know what you mean." 

"You have to know somebody in one of the fraternities up at the university. 
You couldn't get in anyway, you're too young." 

"Stag movies, is that what you're talking about?" she demanded. 

"Yeah, he replied shortly. 

"Look, there's Dad," she said, as they got back to the motel and saw their 
father entering the lobby. 

Don felt a surge of parental pride as he watched Jamey and Sandy approach. 
Every man in the lobby shot a quick glance at Sandy's fifteen year old 
ass-swinging walk as she passed. And maybe Beth was right - it was easy to 
see Jamey was old enough to be susceptible to a sweet little piece of tail. 
Wouldn't blame him if he wanted to grab his sister. Of course, he never 
would but human nature is only human nature. "What was the movie all about?" 
he asked carelessly as the three of them headed toward the escalator. 

"Something Mom would rather we didn't see!" Sandy giggled, and Don began to 
wonder whether his pretty daughter was as innocent as her mother believed 
her to be. "But don't worry about us," she continued, "we closed our eyes 
for the bad parts. Right Jamey?" 

"Oh, yeah. Right." Jamey smirked, and the two of them burst out laughing. 

"Maybe I'll have to check out this picture," Don said. 

"You won't have time, Dad," Sandy reminded him. "We're driving up north 
tomorrow, remember." 

"You're right." Tomorrow they headed up into the Wine Country, planning to 
get off on some of the back roads, visiting some of the famous wineries. 
They were all looking forward to the trip, though Jamey and Sandy were 
disappointed they weren't old enough to take part in any wine-tasting. 

As Sandy let herself into the room she shared with her mother, Don poked his 
head in to glance at Beth. The bed had been carefully straightened up, no 
sign of the wreckage they'd made of it - and Beth was sound asleep in it. He 
noticed she'd gotten into her pajamas. 

 Chapter Two 

Don and Jamey both slept late and the first thing Don knew was Beth knocking 
sharply on their door. 

"Sandy and I have already had breakfast, she told him. "I hated to wake you 
but I knew you wanted to get on the road before ten." 

While Sandy and Beth returned to their room to pack, Don and Jamey headed 
for the coffee shop, and after three cups of coffee, eggs and San Francisco 
sourdough toast, Don felt it was time they got on their way. They returned 
to the room and closed up their bags and called for a bellhop. Don could 
tell right away that the young Black had figured out their room 
arrangements. He probably thought Beth had quarreled with him and that was 
why Don and Jamey were sharing the same room. Maybe some of the motel help 
had heard him yelling at Beth last night and then the bed squeaking 
afterward. 

Well, the kid was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, and now he had his 
tip. 

Settling themselves in the car as they pulled out of the motel passenger 
loading area, the four Drapers could see that it was going to be a beautiful 
day for the ride and probably quite hot in the area they were headed for. 
There was a lot of talking, and pointing out of sights as they approached 
the Golden Gate Bridge, crossing it and taking the Sausalito exit for a 
quick look at that quaint little city before continuing north. They stopped 
so Beth could pick up a few things for snacks in the car, took several 
photos, and continued on their way. 

Don drove steadily for about an hour before he saw a sign for the first 
winery. They had been passing through beautiful vineyard land stretching to 
the low foothills, shimmering under the oppressive valley heat. Taking the 
next exit, Don pulled up to a low stone building which looked cool and 
inviting to them after the lengthy drive from San Francisco. Once inside, it 
was decided that Sandy and Jamey would take the winery tour, while Don and 
Beth sampled the wares in the tasting room. 

"Why don't we pick up a couple of bottles while we're here?" Don asked, 
"We'll find a place to pull off in the shade up ahead, have a couple of 
glasses of wine, eat those snacks you picked up." 

"That's a good idea," Beth replied, "Let's get two or three kinds to take 
home with us." She was surprised at his change of mood, he seemed to be 
having a better time today than he had since they'd started this trip. How 
she hoped that he'd satisfied his demanding sexual urges for the time being. 

After Jamey and Sandy returned from the short tour, the four of them 
resettled themselves in the car, with Jamey taking a turn driving. It seemed 
all right, he had his license and they were off the main freeway now, 
driving slowly down a back road surrounded on all sides by the bountiful 
fields of ripening wine grapes. 

"Look for a shady spot where we can pull over, Jamey," Don directed his son, 
"If we can find a place by a stream, that'll be even better." 

"Okay, Dad," Jamey agreed. He was delighted to be driving, and wished 
silently to himself that Georgina was along, alone with him looking for a 
shady place to picnic. Only they wouldn't have picnics on their minds. Oh, 
no. Georgina wouldn't be interested in eating, not food anyway. 

"Isn't it funny how little traffic there is along here?" Beth remarked, 
"You'd never believe it, after all those cars on the freeway. It doesn't 
look as though one car a week passes along this road." 

Just then, Jamey made a right turn down a narrow lane, and after traveling 
about a quarter of a mile, came to a dead end where they could see 
overhanging trees marked the edges of a small creek. Off to one side of the 
turn around was parked a nice looking camper van, but it was deserted and no 
voices were heard indicating the owners were nearby. 

Jamey stopped the car and parked off to the other side of the van, and he 
and Sandy got out to look for a good place to have the picnic. Don watched 
them go down to the creek edge, wondering if he could get them to take a 
longer walk after lunch. What a spot to give Beth a surprise she wasn't 
looking for, he thought to himself, God, outside and in the daylight. He'd 
like to give her a good outdoor screwing to shake her up, so she won't have 
the idea last night took care of it for awhile. "Frosty bitch," he muttered 
to himself, "don't think you're keeping that gorgeous pussy to yourself for 
the rest of the trip." 

The kids had found a spot by the stream where the four of them could sit 
comfortably, and after Don and Beth joined them, Don opened one of the 
bottles of wine they had bought, and .Beth arranged the cheese, crackers and 
lunch meat they had brought on paper plates. Jamey and Sandy grinned at each 
other as their father poured a small portion of the wine in two cups and 
gave one to each. 

"Neither one of you is old enough for this stuff," Don said, "But, hell, 
we're on vacation and you're going to drink sooner or later. But no more 
driving for you today, son." Don gave him a wink and thought to himself, 
hell, they've probably tasted more than this already. I wonder what else 
they know. Both of them looked like they'd swallowed a canary after seeing 
that movie. Growing up, and I won't stand in their way. 

Suddenly they heard voices not 'too far away from them, but they could see 
no one and couldn't make out what was said. 

"Probably those people with the van," Don remarked. "They must be around 
here somewhere, nobody would go off and just leave an expensive rig like 
that." 

As he finished talking, the voices became more distinct, and two men, both 
in their early twenties, pushed through the brush on the opposite side of 
the stream, not far from where they sat. Both men were bearded, with kinky 
looking hair, and were dressed in faded patched Levis and clean but worn 
looking plaid shirts. One man was white, and his companion looked somewhat 
Spanish although he was quite dark, probably of mixed blood. 

"Don, I don't like the way those two look," murmured Beth, staring across 
the creek as the two men advanced toward them. 

"Oh, you worry too much," Don snapped at her, "Just a couple of guys out for 
a hike or something." 

The men had seen them, and the white called out to Don, "Hey, have you guys 
seen a big dog running around since you got here - he's a shepherd-husky 
cross breed, blue eyes. We came out here to let him have a good run and he 
took off someplace." 

"No, haven't seen him. Just got here ourselves a few minutes ago," Don 
answered. 

"Well, thanks anyway," the second man said, as the two men continued up the 
bank and over to the parked van. In passing, both gave unconcealed looks of 
admiration at Sandy and Beth where they sat watching the actions of the two 
unexpected visitors. 

Don noticed the hungry glances the men had given his wife and daughter. 
Christ, can't say as I blame them, he said to himself. Hard to find a better 
looking pair anywhere. Yeah, but if those two guys only knew, he thought 
bitterly, you'd also go a long way to find a colder bitch than his wife. 
Sandy, well I don't know - she's roo young and I'd hate to have either of 
those guys lay a hand on- her. The way they look, Jesus, don't people give a 
damn what they wear or if their hair is combed anymore? 

With the men out of sight, Don put them out of his mind and poured all of 
them another small glass of wine. 

"Drink up, kids, and let's get on our way," Don said, "Your mother and I 
want to take the tour at the next winery, you two are way ahead of us on 
that." 

Beth was already gathering up the remainders of their light lunch, and Jamey 
had wandered a few yards down the stream, when Sandy gasped audibly and then 
screamed. 

"Oh, my God, Daddy, They've got guns," she shrieked, her eyes wide with 
terror and looking toward the parking area where they'd left the car. 

Don jerked his head around to face the direction in which his daughter was 
staring, and saw the two men, guns in hand, standing no more than ten yards 
above and behind them on the creek bank. 

"Hey, man, everybody keeps quiet and we all have fun," drawled the darker of 
the two men. The other man gave a loud laugh, and made a lewd gesture in 
Sandy's direction. 

"What are we going to do, Don," stammered Beth, "My God, what are we going 
to do?" 

"Christ, don't get hysterical," ordered Don, "Shut up and let me handle it." 
Goddamn, I know what those two slobs have in mind, he thought, pussy, plain 
and simple. Jesus, with two guns, probably both drunk or on drugs or both, 
anything can happen. Only one thing to do, sit tight and wait for them to 
make the first move. Despite his outward calm, Don could feel the sweat 
trickling down his body, tension and the heat of the day had raised his body 
temperature to fever pitch. 

Guiltily, Sandy felt a quick twinge of pleasure in her genitals when the 
second man had made the obscene gesture, obviously for her benefit. They 
were so frightening looking, and with those guns in their hands. What is the 
matter with me, she thought, they could kill Daddy or Jamey or all of us. 
But she couldn't suppress the little thrill of excitement that ran through 
her when she thought about either one of the men grabbing her and running 
their hands along her thighs and over her slim young body. 

"Okay, kid, come on up here with your folks," ordered the Spanish looking 
man, talking to Jamey, who had frozen where he was standing down by the 
stream since the men had returned. 

Silently, Jamey did as he was bidden, walking slowly toward the little 
huddled group on the bank, as just as slowly the two men sauntered closer, 
one gun pointed at Don, the other at his son. 

"Sit down over there with your Dad," the Spanish one said curtly, "And don't 
get any ideas about breaking and running or any of that heroic stuff." 

"Hey, Raoul," the other man said, "Who goes first, you or me, man?" 

Raoul gave him a twisted smile and gesturing toward his cock, said, "This 
ain't going to be no contest, man. Everybody's going to get a turn. I though 
you and me would have ourselves some delicious well-fed pussy while Dad and 
the kid here took a rest up in the van. Then we'll let Dad and the kid have 
a turn." 

With that, Raoul waved the gun at Don and Jamey, who were sitting tensely 
listening to the discussion between the two men. Beth and Sandy were a short 
distance away, Beth's arm around her daughter's trembling shoulders. 

"Get up, Dad, you too, kid," commanded Raoul, "You're going to have a short 
wait up in the van while me and Cherokee get things ready for the show down 
here." 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Don shouted at Raoul, "If you 
think I'm leaving my wife and daughter down here with you two jerks, you're 
wrong." 

"Come on, man, let's not call anybody names," Raoul spat at him, "You might 
get hurt or something, and me and Cherokee don't really want anybody to get 
hurt. Nah, man, just a little fun. You're wife knows what it's all about, 
she's been fucked before. And your little girl will get some educating this 
afternoon is she ain't already. Hey, man, she might even like it. So, start 
walking, like I told you, because I got one impatient prick." 

Burning with impotent rage, Don did as he was told, and Jamey followed, only 
his eyes showing a fear that he was afraid to speak. Beth and Sandy were 
right behind them, with Cherokee's leering eyes riveted on their invitingly 
swaying asscheeks as they unwillingly moved up to the parking area. 

When they reached the van, Cherokee took charge of watching the four of 
them, while Raoul opened the van door and climbed in to rummage in back of 
the front seat for some object none of them could see. 

"Here they are, man, just where I left them," Raoul said, as he backed out 
and stepped down from the van. 

Don could see that Raoul held several lengths of rope of varying sizes, and 
knew immediately he and Jamey were about to be tied up and probably locked 
in the stifling van, while these two monkeys did God knows what to Beth and 
Sandy. Jesus Christ, I'd rush this Raoul character while he's got his hands 
full, but Beth and Sandy are right in the lines of fire from that other 
bastard. Wait, wait, there'll be a better chance at if, he told himself. His 
thoughts raced, but he glanced over at Sandy and Beth, and gave them what he 
hoped was a reassuring smile. 

"Okay," Cherokee suddenly spoke, "Now it's gentlemen up to the front and 
ladies right over here." He gestured with the gun to show them where to 
stand. "You lovely ladies stay just as nice and juicy and sweet as I know 
you are, and if the gentlemen will just put their hands together behind 
their backs, we're all gonna get along fine today." 

"Do what he says, Jamey," Don said, putting his own hands together behind 
his back as he spoke. 

Jamey gave his father a funny sideways look, shrugged, and also put his 
hands together behind his back as Cherokee had ordered. 

Raoul wasted no time in securely tying the hands of both men, he then drew 
the ropes up around their necks, so that any struggles to free themselves 
would strangle them in the process. 

"Yessiree," Raoul laughed, "Going to have us a real nice party this 
afternoon." Leaving Don and Jamey standing where they were, he walked 
arrogantly toward Beth and Sandy, and planted himself, hands on hips, 
directly in front of them. "Think it's about time you told me your names, I 
like to know the names of the little ladies I give my loving cock to." 

Raoul had now taken Beth's bare arms, and slid his hands possessively up and 
down them, brushing the full globes of her breasts, which were pulsating 
excitingly from her rapid, fearful breathing. Beth tried to pull away from 
him, which only seemed to excite him more, and realized she and her daughter 
were in a hopeless situation. 

"Don't touch me, you monster," Beth screamed at him, as she twisted and 
turned trying to evade his arms and hairy face. 

Sandy's voice was frozen in her throat, and as she watched her mother 
struggle, she wondered if her turn was next. The thought of Raoul touching 
her between her legs made her feel weak. Standing here under the hot sun 
after drinking the wine she wasn't used to made her feel funny, too, as if 
her legs were not connected to the rest of her. 

"We'll get the names of these two delicious pieces later," Cherokee spoke 
up, "Let's get Dad and the kid taken care of first." 

Reluctantly, Raoul dropped Beth's arms, but for a moment he stood and stared 
at her, his eyes boldly and unmistakably raking the curves of her body. The 
reality hit her suddenly when she realized that this was a hot-blooded male 
who was ready to pounce-on her any second! She suddenly felt a little thrill 
of danger run over her, shocked at herself for feeling such excitement with 
so much danger to her family around her. 

"You're right, man. We've got a long time for introductions," Raoul 
answered. He walked back to the van and gave Don and Jamey a rough shove 
toward the rear doors of the vehicle. He opened the panels, and nodded his 
head toward the interior, "Jump on up in there, you two." 

Don and Jamey did as they were told, having to sit on the tailgate and swing 
their legs up to get inside, their bound arms not allowing them much freedom 
of movement. 

Once inside, Raoul wasted no time in securing their ankles with ropes, and 
produced some rags which he proceeded to tear in strips for gags. He knelt 
between the father and son, shoving one wad of cloth in Jamey's mouth, 
binding another rag around his head to hold it in place. Don was then 
subjected to the same treatment, he thought he would throw up when the ball 
of cloth was stuffed roughly into his mouth. What a hell of situation, his 
mind ran on, they've got us by the balls and they know it. I want all of us 
to come out of it alive, even if it means Beth and Sandy are going to get 
the shock of their lives. He could picture Beth with her snooty cunt at the 
mercy of these animals, Christ, she'd never been fucked by any man but her 
own husband. And Sandy, my beautiful ass-swinging prick-teasing little 
daughter. She'd be fucked by somebody sometime, but Jesus Christ, what an 
introduction to sex. He shifted uncomfortably on the metal floor of the van 
and glanced at Jamey. Jamey returned his father's gaze, but his eyes looked 
glazed. The unaccustomed wine and the breathless interior of the van from 
the heat of the sun beating on the metal roof had put him into a stupor. Don 
looked away, sighing to himself, nothing to do but wait it out. 

Raoul had slammed and locked the van doors, and Don could hear him giving 
some directions to Cherokee. The voices moved away, so the two men must have 
taken Beth and Sandy back down to the creek. 

Beth and Sandy stumbled dumbly back toward the spot where they'd been having 
such a good time only an hour earlier. It seemed unreal, at the mercy of 
these two disgusting looking men, Don and Jamey completely unable to help 
them. 

"The police . . .they'll be looking for us," Beth said desperately, "We have 
motel reservations for tonight, we're on a tour, they'll notify the 
authorities if we don't show up." 

"Let 'em look," Raoul laughed, "You're going to be a long way from this spot 
before they even start searching." 

"They ... the rental agency will be looking for the car," she said, "When 
it's found, you'll be caught." 

"Nothing to connect our van with your car," Cherokee answered, "besides, 
you're going to come home with us. You people are just going to disappear, 
like that guy that jumped out of the jet. They never found him, either. No 
trace. So don't you worry your pretty little head about that." 

Suddenly Raoul brought his hand up and slapped Beth smartly across the face. 
She stumbled slightly, and started to open her mouth to scream, but he 
clamped his hairy paw over her lips. 

"In case you get any ideas, sweet lady," he whispered contemptuously, 
"forget them. Don't be a fool, if you struggle or scream, your husband gets 
it in the head. Know what I mean?" 

With that, he crushed her to him, his hands encompassed the roundness of her 
buttocks, stroking and squeezing the tenderly yielding flesh. His breath 
quickened, his probing fingers tightened on her hips, drawing her in until 
the throbbing bulge of his loins was tight against her belly. Oh God, she 
could feel it grinding into her -he really meant to rape her! 

She struggled pathetically in his arms, afraid of rousing his anger, afraid 
to scream, yet almost as terrified of what he might do to her. His mouth 
crushed on hers, his tongue sliding sensuously against the ridge of her 
teeth and licking hungrily at her own tongue. His heavy beard and moustache 
ground into the tender flesh of her face and Beth felt her body recoil in 
shame as his hands roamed freely over her suddenly completely terrorized 
body. 

Sandy watched with horrified fascination as Raoul forced his brutal lust on 
her mother's unwilling body. She shuddered, wondering if she should scream, 
but one look at Cherokee's lecherous eyes, watching her every move, told her 
not to do it. 

"Keep your eyes on the action, honey," he said softly, "You and me are gonna 
be next." 

He then seized her right hand and pressed it against his lust-swollen penis. 
Sandy shivered with shock, snatching her hand away. Oh, God, this couldn't 
be happening . . . not in this way, so suddenly and unexpectedly. 

Cherokee gave a lewd laugh, leaning comfortably back against a tree, pistol 
lowered by ready just in case. He turned his attention to Raoul, who had 
Beth in a vise-like grip, undressing her, his hands tearing at her clothes. 
Beth moaned, her resistance ineffective against his sex-crazed strength. 

"Hurry up and get your clothes off!" Raoul whispered hoarsely. "I've been 
ready to crawl up between your red-hot mama thighs since the first moment I 
saw you." 

He grasped the neck of her blouse, ripping it savagely so the buttons gave, 
pulling it off her arms and flinging it to the ground in one movement. His 
fingers wrestled a moment with the fastening of her brassiere, then with a 
curse he simply ripped it apart, too. Beth gasped and attempted to cover her 
exposed breasts with the age-old gesture of female modesty. He tore at her 
skirt, which fell in a heap around her feet. Reaching for the elastic band 
of her soft flimsy panties, he peeled them down over the smoothly curved 
sides of her hips and down her legs to the ground and yanked them away. She 
stood naked in front of him quivering with horror at the sudden, 
unbelievably degradation he was inflicting on her. 

Raoul stepped back to admire her body. Cherokee gave a long low appreciative 
whistle. Grinning suddenly, Raoul slapped her nakedly trembling buttocks 
playfully. 

"See what I have for you?" he said, as he devoured her shivering, naked body 
with his hungry eyes. Quickly, he unbuttoned his Levis, pulling them aside 
so that his massive blood-engorged cock jutted stiffly out from his loins. 
Raoul hurriedly pulled off his pants, and just as rapidly shed his worn 
shirt and heavy boots. Beth couldn't take her eyes away from that part of 
him, after all, she'd never seen any man this was except her husband. Her 
body flushed with shame, she knew her daughter was watching the entire 
degrading scene, watching her own mother raped by a revolting young monster. 

"Lie down on the grass," Raoul hissed in her ear. Beth obeyed him - God, 
what else could she do but obey and get this over with as quickly as 
possible. She gasped at the sight of his lean, hard-muscled body as he stood 
over her. It was golden brown all over - like a good sun-tan, though she 
realized this his natural color - except for the wild tangle of black hair 
that curled on his chest and around his genitals. Her eyes returned to the 
sight of his huge young penis, which she had never imagined would be so big 
because Raoul was not really a large man. Her eyes remained open and fixed 
on the pulsating head of the man's cock. She still couldn't believe that he 
was actually going to put it into her, but as she lay there defenseless, the 
true horror of her position penetrated her brain. She was held prisoner here 
with her daughter, away from her husband and son, guarded by a crazed maniac 
and completely at the mercy of this bearded sex-fiend and his ruthless lust. 
He was free to do whatever he wanted to her! 

Raoul crouched on his knees beside her, as he inspected every inch of her 
nakedly cringing body while his huge cock bobbed gently only inches from 
Beth's tormented eyes. If possible, it seemed even larger now - she could 
never take it without horrible pain! 

"What are you afraid of?" he laughed contemptuously. "I tell you I will make 
you happy . . . happier than that soft, out-of-condition pencil-pusher 
husband of yours ever made you! And Cherokee's gonna make your daughter 
happy. If she's never been fucked before, then it's long past time." As she 
continued to stare at him with loathing, her mind whirling with thoughts of 
her innocent daughter's disgrace and her own helplessness, he gave a short 
laugh. "Hah. In ten minutes you'll be begging for this to be up inside you!" 

He took hold of her hips, moving her onto the heaped pile of clothing. Then 
he knelt between her legs and spread her soft, fearfully-unresisting thighs 
apart, bending his head to her loins until she felt his warm breath stir and 
ripple through her pubic hair. Suddenly, she realized what he intended to 
do! 

"Please, no! I can't! Not that way!" she moaned as he placed his hands high 
on the inner sides of her thighs bending them so far open that she could not 
bring them together again, and exposing the moist secrets of her vagina to 
his lecherous gaze. Oh God, only last night she had refused her own husband 
this. Now was this complete stranger, this animal, going to ravish her body 
with an unnatural, obscene act that would defile her forever? She moaned 
again, thinking about it, and tears welled in her beautiful eyes. Ignoring 
her, Raoul continued to gaze greedily down at her defenseless cunt, 
spreading the soft pubic strands and the curling pink lips apart with his 
thumbs while his breath came faster as his lust mounted. He bent his head 
down to her tightly-cringing pussy and his tongue snaked out and flicked 
deep up into her open vaginal walls. Beth jerked and contorted her body 
under him, writhing to escape from the hotly searing lash that wormed 
shamelessly around up in her widespread cunt! 

"Oh, don't!" she whimpered in horror, as she lifted her head and looked down 
to watch the despicable degrading act he was doing to her, and felt the 
frightened eyes of her daughter and the other awful character on her 
humiliated, nakedly spread body. She watched helplessly between her 
obscenely jiggling breasts as his tongue continued to lick and probe and 
suck up between her widespread thighs with disgusting obscene smacking 
sounds! It couldn't be happening to her, this thrusting and licking by this 
monster into the most intimate part of her body, the part that was her 
husband's alone. But she was helpless, Don could not help her, and she must 
submit to this outrageous perversion. As his tireless tongue slid in and out 
of her vaginal slit her stomach contracted in helpless revulsion. 

"Please stop licking me there!" she pleaded, "Ooooh, God . . . don't." 

Unmoved, he instead let his hands move up over her belly until they reached 
the tensed, button-hard nipples of her breasts. His greedy fingers kneaded 
the rosy tips roughly while his tongue continued its lewdly-unhindered 
invasion of her now-wet and quivering pussy. She realized that he was 
watching her face to see if she had begun to react to his lewd licking of 
her naked cunt. She held her tortured body rigid ... no matter what he did 
she would continue to fight . . . let him know that his very touch was 
repulsive to her. 

Raoul was confident that he could soon break her spirit ... the frigid, 
proud typical little housewife! She'd be hot soon enough, and begging him 
for it . . . thought he was an animal, did she, well, he knew women and what 
turned them on. It was going to be a rare pleasure to break in this one. 

Suddenly, his tongue moved upward and found the erect little button of her 
clitoris. He attacked it with his tongue, while he held the vibrating 
pleasure organ in his teeth, battering relentlessly at his victim's 
resistance. 

As he continued sucking hotly, teasingly on her clitoris, Beth discovered to 
her horror that she was actually beginning to respond, against her will. Her 
buttocks jerked and writhed at this strange new sensation. She had never 
felt anything like this . . . never! As his tongue circled unceasingly it 
sent little spasms of pleasure through her, creating unbelievably exciting 
sensations that seemed to promise some unexpected bliss that lay hidden deep 
in her body. Her interior vaginal walls clenched and unclenched in helpless 
frustration and her hips began to rotate slowly around and upward in time 
with the man's lascivious tongue working salaciously around up between her 
lewdly splayed legs. She couldn't fight him ... it was inside her ... it was 
her own body, aroused and un-satiated ... her own body begging for the 
sexual release it had never really known! 

Unwanted sensations of sexual arousal were taking control. Her embarrassment 
for her daughter, her concern for her husband's and son's safety were 
forgotten as her buttocks convulsed suddenly upward and her head began to 
flail wildly from side to side. It seemed she could never get enough, she 
must have more of this delightful pleasure! What he was doing to her was 
perverted and filthy, but strangely, perhaps because of the very 
hopelessness of her position, she wanted it. Oh, yes, God, she wanted his 
expert tongue swirling and teasing around deep up inside her 
shamelessly-aroused cunt! 

Beth stretched her legs wider and pulled her knees up of her own accord to 
draw the fullest pleasure from his oral love-making. Her toes curled in 
involuntary delight, her muscles tensed achingly. 

"You love it, you hot little prissy cunt, don't you?" her ravisher teased, 
raising his wetly glistening face from her wildly aroused vaginal lips. 

"You dirty animal!" she panted, as the indescribably delicious sensation was 
suddenly withdrawn from her loins when he ceased his tongue thrusting. It 
was all she could do to keep herself from seizing his tangled hair and 
forcing his head back down to her desire-inflamed clitoris. Her 
softly-rounded hips twitched uncontrollably from side to side and she 
whimpered with shame at the unnatural obscene thoughts this creature was 
causing to flood through her tortured mind. 

She became aware of Cherokee's lewd snickering in the background, and could 
hear 

Sandy sobbing softly to herself, her face buried in her hands. My God, what 
a shameless slut I am, betraying my husband and actually enjoying this, 
acting like a depraved nymphomaniac right in front of my own daughter. What 
in God's name is happening to me, only people who can't control themselves 
enjoy sex this way. She became determined not to let herself go again with 
her attacker. He must not know he had aroused any sexual desires. God, no, I 
will not give him that satisfaction, she promised herself. 

Raoul laughed out loud. She didn't fool him, he knew perfectly well he had 
gotten this cold bitch on the road to cumming like a hot-cunted whore and he 
could bring her back to the same pitch of desire whenever he chose! Christ, 
that husband or hers must be a stupid bastard. This wife of his acted like 
she'd never had a good fucking in her whole life. Squirming around like a 
bitch in heat before he'd hardly gotten his tongue into her pussy. He'd seen 
it happen before to women who'd never had their cunts really licked good, 
then went wild with the newness of the sensation. He grinned obscenely at 
the thought of past good times, and dove back to work on Beth's 
saliva-drenched pussy. 

She shuddered in revolted fascination as she again felt his wetly searing 
tongue lick hotly up between her tightly-curling pubic hairs and demandingly 
touch the open pulsating lips of her cunt. Oh, God! Why doesn't he just get 
this over and done with, fuck her and spew out his lewd male liquid up 
inside her helpless to resist belly and be done with her? But, in spite of 
her revulsion and determination to resist, she knew deep inside that the 
first flutter of his wicked tongue exploring between her naked thighs would 
make her helpless to protect her body from his brutal degrading lust. What 
chance had she had from the beginning? And why was he deliberately adding to 
her humiliation with his perversion? Now that she knew what to expect she 
would be on her guard against letting himself go again. Oh, God, it was all 
a bad dream, a nightmare. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend it was not 
happening. 

Raoul knew the innocent-acting perfect little housewife was good and hot 
now, and her closed eyes were simply a futile attempt to disguise the 
pleasure he'd awakened in her. He was tired of crouching on the soft grass, 
his aching cock felt like it would split if he didn't fuck it up into that 
tongue-heated little pussy of hers! He shifted his position and moved up on 
her, taking his hardened penis in his hand. Roughly he shoved her legs apart 
with his other hand, so her already tongue-violated cunt lay wide open to 
receive his about to burst cock. The damp reddish curls of her pubic hair 
were parted invitingly around the visibly-pulsating entrance of her cunt. 
Slowly, he moved the thick, bulbous head of his cock up and down between her 
thighs to part the coral-pink vaginal lips . . . Christ, man, this was going 
to be some fuck . . . steadily pressing the smooth rubbery tip of his penis 
just an inch up into her ovally stretching cunt mouth. 

"Ooooh," Beth moaned. It was too big! She had known it would be too big when 
she first saw the huge thing. She didn't want it! Why hadn't he simply gone 
on with that vilely licking tongue of his? She'd been almost on the 
threshold of that unknown mysterious pleasure. I can't let him see my 
frustration, God, he's hurting me. She tried desperately to wriggle away 
from his relentless rod that was about to skewer her helplessly spread 
vagina deep down into the grass. With a heavy breathless snort, he fucked it 
up into her suddenly and his cock sunk into her another inch, filling and 
stretching her helplessly upturned vaginal passage with its monstrous bulk. 

"Uuuuhhh!" Beth gasped. The unwelcome, hotly licking little sensations of 
desire were taking control again. God, she had never guessed there were such 
sensations! The only part of her body she could feel now was seeping wetly 
and throbbing out of control down between her obscenely spread legs. She was 
trembling all over with lascivious, unwanted desire, her thighs splayed out, 
jerking convulsively. It was coming over her again, that rising warmth that 
seemed to set her on fire, something that she had never experienced with her 
own husband, Don. Oh, God, it was a fantastic feeling, let it go on like 
this, just like this . . . 

"How much do you love it, little lady?" Raoul grunted hoarsely, flexing his 
throbbing penis inside her and plunging forward again until his sperm-heavy 
balls smacked hard against her upturned anus, the tip of his cock deep 
inside her belly. He slipped his fingers along the crevice of her buttocks, 
moistened by the flowing vaginal secretions that she unwillingly released in 
the throes of sexual excitement. His index finger found the tiny puckered 
anus hole and lingered there, brushing and probing gently, while with his 
cock he began a slow entry and withdrawal that rapidly increased in speed 
and intensity as he took full advantage of her defenseless body. 

"I asked you how much you loved it," he repeated angrily. Beth's reply was a 
groan, the pain and humiliation of being forcefully fucked right in front of 
her own daughter was too much for her. Spread helplessly beneath him, she 
gasped for breath, the rhythm matching the timing of Raoul's cunt ripping 
thrusts as he fucked her wildly, plunging deeper and deeper up into the heat 
of her belly with each stroke. 

"Ah," Raoul panted in her ear, "I think you're getting real hot now, foxy 
lady. I'll make you cum yet." 

His lewd words intensified Beth's passion, against her will, but it was what 
was happening and she was too defeated to struggle against it any further! 
Her toes curled with the double enjoyment of his fingers playing with her 
nakedly jerking anus while his cock fucked up into her open cunt with 
obscene wet sluicing sounds. Groaning with a pleasure she'd never known, she 
flung open her legs even wider so that he could fuck her there deeper and 
deeper. 

With animal grunts of pleasure he bored into her again and again until 
suddenly the sticky, creamy liquid spurted wildly out from his cock into the 
depths of her suddenly hungrily sucking pussy. Boring into her several more 
times to milk the last remaining droplets of hot sperm from his 
now-deflating penis, he let his cock slip slowly out of her wide-stretched 
vagina, falling forward across her stomach and lying there panting. Milked 
dry, he grinned, exhausted, when Cherokee let out a rebel yell. 

"Hey, man, I've never seen you fuck anybody like that," Cherokee snickered, 
"You had her so hot her pussy looked like a little bearded mouth all ready 
to suck your cock out of sight. Wow, she's got one hungry pussy. Now if 
little daughter here gets going as good as her mama I won't consider the day 
wasted." 

His obscene comments made Sandy hot all over. She had tried not to watch as 
Raoul had forced himself on her mother, but her mother's moans and 
Cherokee's repeated urgings to look made her realize that her mother was not 
exactly not enjoying it. Funny, she really didn't feel very fearful of her 
captor now, in fact she was now secretly hoping he would fuck her the same 
way the other boy had fucked her mother. 

She didn't have long to wait for her obscene desires to happen. Raoul had 
finished dressing, and her mother was slowly trying to somehow cover herself 
in her ruined clothing, Cherokee turned on her with a wide, unconcealed look 
of lust, and Sandy felt hot moisture dampen the crotch of her panties . . . 
she wanted to see it . . . his penis. 

Raoul strolled over to where she stood with Cherokee, taking the gun from 
his hand. 

"It's all yours now, brother," he said knowingly. He leered and winked at 
Sandy, who shuddered. If it had to be, she'd much rather be with Cherokee, 
definitely the better looking of the two. She had a feeling he would be the 
one to help them all get out of this mess sooner or later, too. 

A tremor of carnal sensation descended from Sandy's stomach to her crotch, 
something she'd never felt before in her young life, and she involuntarily 
pressed her legs together to try to stop the lewd quivering between her 
legs. As if pulled on strings, her eyes traveled below Cherokee's waist to 
the bulge at the front of his Levis. God, why did these guys wear those 
skintight pants, was it to show off what they had between their legs? 

Cherokee watched the path her eyes took. He didn't need any further 
encouragement, he was slipping his tight jeans down over his slim loins. 
Sandy was shocked to find herself helping him, tugging his pants down over 
his hips. She began to whimper with desire when his immense, reddened cock 
protruded from his curling mass of pubic hair. She'd seen Raoul's, and while 
she hadn't liked looking at it, all red and hard, she had been amazed at its 
size. But Cherokee's was much, much larger than she had imagined. Releasing 
the hold she had on his pants, she began to undo her own clothing, stripping 
off her cotton T-shirt and shorts, and frantically working her panties down 
over her lovely hips. 

"Oh, no!" Beth pleaded as her fifteen-year-old daughter ignored her mother's 
warning cries and shook her breasts in a shimmying motion to Cherokee's 
uncontrollable delight. 

"What's the matter, mother?" Sandy said innocently, "Is it getting to you?" 

Beth buried her face in her hands after seeing her daughter's lewd actions. 
Yet, in some strange way, she found her newly-discovered erotic feelings 
being aroused again by the spectacle of her daughter and this hairy, naked 
ape, parading around with his arrogant penis jutting out for both of them to 
see. She shifted her position on the hard ground, uncomfortable as she felt 
Raoul's dripping cum seeping moistly into the crotch of her soft panties. 

"Well, go ahead, man," Raoul urged, "She is waiting." 

"Sandy's eyes glistened, unnaturally bright, as she fixed them on Cherokee's 
penis and at the large, sperm-laden sacs of flesh that swung there under it. 
She could see the little slit in the head of his cock where a tiny drop of 
moisture glistened. Oh, God, it was so huge - how was it going to feel 
inside her, would it even fit inside her? Why didn't he start? She wanted 
it! He would not disappoint her, she felt, as her boyfriend at home had when 
he fumbled over her crudely and then squirted his cum out all over her 
panties before he even got his thing inside her! 

Sandy's whole body was on fire with delicious sensations, especially between 
her legs. She knew this was all happening in front of her mother, and that 
other awful looking man, but she didn't care. What was important was 
satisfying this tormenting urge in her loins that had been secretly mounting 
all afternoon! She crouched down to spread their clothing for her to lie on, 
and then rolled over flat on her back and looked up at Cherokee's cock. She 
raised her knees and spread her legs apart invitingly, exposing the thin, 
vertical mouthed little vaginal slit rimmed with soft young pussy hair. 

"Come on, Cherokee," she whispered, urgently, "Come on, I'm ready for you to 
put it in between my legs!" 

Cherokee didn't need more invitation. He kneeled and worked his hand down 
between her smooth young thighs and felt her cunt hungrily to see if it was 
as good as it looked. It was wet - Christ, was she ready! He began to run 
his fingers on the lips of her vagina and pushed one finger inside. Sandy 
moaned with ecstasy, so he added another finger, stretching her 
experimentally. She began to writhe her hips, squeezing his hand at the same 
time between her inflamed thighs. 

"Put your cock in me, damn you," she panted, "I can't wait for you to fuck 
me with it." 

Grasping his throbbing cock, Cherokee guided the fleshy bulbous head, 
parting her softly curled pubic hair and quickly working the tip of his rod 
into the tight, pink softness of her youthful cunt. He began to push his 
lust-hardened penis steadily forward into Sandy's innocent hot eager young 
vagina. 

"Ooooh, owwee," Sandy squealed, feverishly grinding her small, 
perfectly-rounded buttocks around on the soft grass as she felt the rubbery 
tip push against the inner flesh of her pussy walls, relentlessly stretching 
them as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Suddenly she was squealing in real 
pain, as he drove further through the tight muscular ring which guarded her 
vaginal entrance. 

Goddamn, she's so good and tight, Cherokee gloated. If she'd ever been 
fucked before, whoever it was hadn't stretched her little pussy at all. 

"You're hurting me," screamed Sandy in earnest now, "It's too big, I can't 
handle it - it's too big!" 

"That's too bad," all of a sudden Raoul was standing looking down at their 
heaving struggle. "Because he's going to put it all the way in, baby. Ain't 
you, Cherokee?" 

Cherokee was too involved ramming her to talk, and Sandy's cries faded to a 
whimper. He had her firmly impaled on his rod, imprisoned between his 
muscular, lithe legs. He paused for a second, then flexed his cock inside 
her tender little vagina. 

The stabbing pain of the enormous cock bursting through her almost untried 
vaginal opening sobered Sandy. She realized where she was and what was 
happening to her, that disgusting animal who had fucked her mother - and her 
own mother, her face white with shock and terror - were both watching her. 

Cherokee's cock filled her so completely she felt every ridge of flesh where 
it touched the now-ravaged walls of her cunt. Yet, gradually, her pussy was 
becoming accustomed to his battering insistent prick. The pain was receding, 
but Sandy stopped wriggling so much, afraid to excite him still further, 
afraid he would push still farther into her. 

Cherokee felt her body stiffen. To get her to relax, he let his hands roam 
wantonly over her almost-virginal body while he gently began to kiss the 
quivering white globes of her smooth breasts. Her naked body responded as he 
sucked at her nipples, and her face contorted with renewed passion. 

"It feels so good!" she gasped, "You're wonderful, I never thought . . . 
ooooh, give me more!" 

"You're going to get all I can give you, little sweet face," he soothed her, 
as his mouth continued its wet travel over the sensitive parts of her body. 
He sensed that she was completely ready by the way her hips were twisting 
and the running wetness that was lubricating the way for his cock. With each 
plunge of his cock into the warm moist hole of her incredibly tight and 
grasping pussy Cherokee was in seventh heaven. He began to fuck her slowly 
and rhythmically. 

Sandy closed her eyes momentarily to savor the erotic sensations of the slow 
steady thrusts of the stranger's blood-engorged penis. It was so different 
from any previous attempts at sex! She had not even had the slightest hint 
of the pleasures that could be had. Lying here, it was wonderful, trying to 
clasp and hold with her vagina that great thick cock he was thrusting in as 
far as it would go. She wished it would go on forever, wriggling her hips 
hotly around in shivering anticipation of every stroke. Did anyone ever feel 
anything so nice! 

Cherokee took hold of the softly-trembling curves of her buttocks and 
squeezed them in his curiously gentle hands. He could feel her muscles 
flexing as he raised her wetly clinging cunt to his loins, fucking even 
deeper into her. She grunted with pleasure as the tip of his penis found her 
young untried womb and battered against her tender cervix. Very gradually he 
was increasing the tempo and Sandy's legs were convulsed with the delight of 
a lewd, intense pleasure she had never known before. 

Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw Raoul standing over their 
pleasure-entwined bodies. He grinned down at her obscenely and slowly began 
to unbutton his pants, thrusting his aroused blood-engorged cock into her 
astonished view. 

"Oh, my God!" she cried, "What is he going to do?" 

Raoul's only answer was a lustful laugh, as he kneeled down over her head, 
pushing the heavily pumping body of his friend slightly of f to one side. He 
guided the rubbery tip of his huge throbbing penis into her gasping mouth, 
as Sandy gagged and choked, attempting to twist her head away from this lewd 
unnatural act. 

This was unspeakable! Insane! Relentlessly, Raoul thrust his velvety 
palpitating cock between her lovely young lips again and again, holding her 
head between his hands so she could not escape this new outrage being 
committed against her naked young body. 

To her amazement, it was not so horrible after all! It felt like . . . like 
the tongue kisses of her boyfriend's in some ways. Of course, having Raoul's 
now wetly-slickened cock fucking in and out of her mouth was much more 
sexually stimulating, unnatural though it was! 

Cherokee watched her take Raoul's penis into her sweetly ovaled little lips, 
and saw with mounting excitement that she actually began to suck on it 
almost as if she enjoyed it! At the same time her tight little cunt walls 
began to twitch uncontrollably around his heavily swollen cock and she 
grabbed his buttocks in her hands to pull him into her as deeply as he could 
go. She could not speak with Raoul's penis filling her mouth but her 
insistent, pleading little whimpers made it quite clear what she wanted. 

Cherokee could hold back no longer. He had been almost ready to cum for 
several minutes now, but had wanted to be sure she was ready, too. This was 
one fucking this hot little wench was going to remember all her life! All 
right, she was ready now, he could actually sense the increasing warmth of 
her passion-flaming cunt as the first orgasm of her young life began to 
build. There was no doubt that this little fifteen-year-old was the best 
piece of tail he'd had for quite some time and the way her little pussy was 
squeezing his cock was driving him right out of his mind! 

"Get ready, baby," he panted to Sandy, "I'm cumming, I can feel it starting 
..." He fucked up into her faster and faster. 

"Ooooooh, God, squirt it in me! Squirt your hot cum in me!" she crooned 
mindlessly. She herself had been on the verge of orgasm just before Raoul 
had forced himself onto her. Now, she had accustomed her mouth to his 
penetrating thrusts, and as his heavy testicles slapped her cheek she sucked 
desperately on his slippery penis as her climax built again. Wave after wave 
of searing ecstasy gripped her tender genitals. Her legs clenched and 
thrashed wildly up around Cherokee's driving cock opening her cunt like an 
exotic flower to receive his cum, her own love-juices flooded out hotly, 
coating his rhythmically-pistoning cock wetly and warmly with its 
liquid-heat. 

Grunting with pleasure, Cherokee fucked deeply into her flat young belly and 
felt his cum spray out from his heavily throbbing cock-head in a thick, hot 
sticky stream. Sandy's tightly-clenched vaginal muscles were still sucking 
inward with involuntary spasms, milking him of every last drop of his heated 
male liquid. 

Suddenly the panting, sweat-soaked girl felt Raoul's buttocks jerk 
convulsively and her mouth and throat, too, suddenly, were flooded with a 
warm, pungent tasting substance. Gasping, she swallowed, and swallowed 
again. In a few seconds the sated man pulled his slowly-subsiding penis from 
her mouth, and stood up away from her dually fucked young body. 

Exhausted, Sandy lay with her legs splayed out obscenely wide, thin trails 
of Raoul's cum trailing lewdly down from the corner of her mouth. Cherokee's 
cock was now limp and soft inside her and he finally rolled off, lying on 
the cool earth beside her with one arm flung over her breasts. Dimly Sandy 
could hear the moans of her mother, but she was too drained to care what she 
was saying. 

The lower half of her body was still numb with pleasure. It had been 
fantastic! She hadn't minded Raoul's prick so much . . . after the shock of 
getting used to it stretching her tiny rosebud mouth. Her lips curved in a 
smile of pleasure, and she closed her eyes and drifted into a hazy, 
womb-like consciousness. 

Raoul was first to break the dreamy silence with his slow, commanding voice. 

"Let's get going, man," he prompted Cherokee, whose lust-sated body still 
lay entwined with the girl's. "It'll be dark in a couple of hours," Raoul 
continued, "We can tie these two up and put 'em in the back of the van with 
Dad and the kid." 

Cherokee roused himself with a reluctant groan, and began to pull on his 
clothes. He shook Sandy's shoulder, bringing her back to reality from her 
trance-like, sexually satisfied state of consciousness into which she had 
drifted. 

Raoul walked over to Beth, who watched his approach half in fear, half in 
curious excitement. Still puzzled over his strange ability to arouse her. 
She'd obviously satisfied this weird stranger, yet she was unable to please 
her own husband in bed - he'd even told her she was no good. And, what was 
more, he had come frighteningly close to satisfying her - doing it in a way 
she had always despised, in a way she had always thought disgusting and 
perverse. But his tongue - who could guess what incredible pleasure he had 
given her with it! And Don - if he ever tried it on her again - would she 
enjoy it as much, would Don guess the delirious pleasure she had felt, raped 
and defiled at the hands of a strange man? Would he ever believe she had 
performed the act against her will? And Sandy, Oh, my God, my own daughter, 
forced into perverse acts with perfect strangers. 

Too weary to sort out her conflicting thoughts, Beth got to her feet as 
Raoul motioned to her to climb up the bank toward the van, and the four of 
them walked exhaustedly back to the waiting vehicle, where Don and Jamey lay 
bound, not knowing the unspeakable acts that had taken place with their wife 
and sister. 

 Chapter Three 

The suffocating heat of the day had lessened as evening approached, but the 
heat inside the van was still stifling. Don and Jamey were only 
semi-conscious, suffering from the lack of air, though Don fought inwardly 
to keep his mind alert and keep his body from giving in to unconsciousness. 
It seemed an eternity since he and Jamey had been locked in here, since Beth 
and Sandy had been forced to go with those two apes. God only knows what has 
happened to them, he thought to himself, over and over as the endless 
searing afternoon dragged on. Those guys might even go berserk and kill all 
of them. 

Suddenly, Don heard footsteps and voices right next to the van. Jamey jerked 
awake, the sudden noise breaking into the long hot silence. A key was 
Inserted in the back door lock of the van, and Don and Jamey felt a welcome 
rush of moving air sweep over their aching bodies as the vehicle doors were 
pulled wide open. Raoul's swarthy face leered, in at them, and behind him 
Don could see the other man and his wife and daughter. Jesus Christ; Beth 
and Sandy looked as though they'd fought their way through the jungle! Faces 
streaked, clothes hanging open, no shoes, Christ those two animals must've 
either tried or did fuck the hell out of both of them! Don noticed that 
neither his wife nor his daughter seemed willing to look directly into his 
eyes. Both gave him and Jamey a furtive glance, looking quickly away and 
letting their eyes go blank. What the hell, Don thought, whatever happened 
they don't act as though they're really broken up over it! 

Raoul broke into his thoughts by reaching inside the van for more rope, and 
turning to Beth and Sandy he began to tie their limbs in the same fashion as 
the father and son. 

"Me and Cherokee don't want you to run off," Raoul grinned lewdly at the two 
women, "Especially after all the fun we had this afternoon. So you two hot 
little cunts get in the back with your old man and kid and keep quiet 'til 
we get where we're going." 

Dumbly, Beth and Sandy submitted to the restraining bonds Raoul put on them, 
and didn't resist the gags he shoved in their mouths. Exhausted from the 
sexual struggles, each crawled up into the back of the van without being 
told to do so. Where this day would end, neither of them could imagine. 

Slamming the metal doors, Raoul turned the key in the lock. "Let's pull that 
car of theirs into the bushes," he said to Cherokee, moving toward it as he 
spoke. "Better get their stuff out of it, too, in case somebody finds it!" 

Nodding in agreement, Cherokee opened the door of the rented car, and got in 
the driver's seat. Raoul opened the trunk, pulling out the "Draper's 
luggage, and took the women's purses which Cherokee handed him through the 
window. Handing Cherokee the car keys, Raoul gathered the baggage and headed 
back to the van, as his companion started the engine and eased the vehicle 
into the overhanging concealing vines of the rows of grape plants. Suddenly, 
another thought struck him, and as he shut off the engine and got out, he 
pulled a jack knife from his pants' pocket, he opened a blade and kneeled to 
unscrew the license plates. That task accomplished, carrying the plates in 
one hand, he walked quickly back to the van. 

"Just had a thought, man," Cherokee said, waving the license plates as he 
came into view, "be harder to trace that car with the plates missing." 

Raoul nodded in agreement, and started the engine as Cherokee got in and 
slammed the van door. Turning on the headlights, as dusk had already fallen, 
Raoul drove the vehicle with its captive cargo slowly back down the road the 
happily vacationing and unsuspecting mid-Western family had driven that 
afternoon, little guessing in their wildest dreams the encounters they would 
have at the hands of total strangers. 

It was dark in the back of the van, so Don couldn't see the expressions on 
the faces of his wife and daughter. Or ask any of them any questions, with 
gags in all their mouths. All any of them could do was lie there, captive, 
and wait and see where their tormentors took them. There had to be some way 
to escape them! 

Don couldn't tell how long they had been traveling, but he could feel the 
movements of the van and it seemed they had driven a long straight stretch 
for quite some time. Must be back on the freeway, he thought to himself. Now 
they had turned off and the van was following a twisting road. Suddenly the 
van went around a particularly sharp curve, and all four of the bodies of 
the bound family slid helplessly into each other as Raoul whipped the 
steering wheel counter-clockwise and the rear tires skidded on the gravel of 
the road shoulder. 

The van made another turn, and bumped slowly over a rutted, rough track, the 
engine in low gear as the vehicle climbed up a steep road of some sort. 
Lying on the metal floor of the van, the Drapers could feel every jolt of 
the tires as the vehicle strained onward to its unknown destination. 

All of a sudden the van ground to a stop, and Dan realized their captors 
must have come to their destination, for he could tell lights were shining 
from a building not far from the vehicle, and could hear several dogs 
barking in greeting. The two men got out of the van, and came around to the 
rear to open the van doors. The sharp evening breeze immediately swept over 
the four captives on the floor of the van. 

"This is the end of the line, folks," Raoul sneered at them, "So get your 
asses out of there." 

Dazed, the four Drapers slid wearily to the tail of the van as ordered, 
drawing back slightly from the two growling dogs which had now gathered 
around the legs of the men. Jesus Christ, Don thought, as he got a look at 
the dogs, they look like wolves. 

Looking at the house, they could see it was a run down turn-of-the-century 
sprawling farm house, with a porch along all four sides. Furniture and junk 
was heaped and stacked on the porch, and in the tangle of weeds that 
represented what was once a formal front garden. 

They had no more time to survey their surroundings, for prodded from the 
back by their captors, the Drapers were herded up the broken front steps and 
through the sagging screen door to the hallway of the once respectable home. 

"Raoul, baby, what did you bring us?" a woman's voice spoke, as movements in 
the next room indicated several people moving about at once. Suddenly, two 
young women and three other young men crowded through the doorway and out 
into the hall, where the four Drapers stood huddled together, stared at like 
captive animals. 

"Honey, I brought us some playmates," Raoul drawled, with a lewd tone in his 
voice. 

"Oh, wow, man, look at this," the woman continued, as she moved closer to 
stare openly and boldly at the hostage family. 

She was, Don thought, a brazen bitch, the way her eyes swept over him and 
Jamey, and then his wife and daughter. God, who would ever suspect anyone 
would want her in bed with him - overweight, huge bulging breasts, long hair 
rumpled and unwashed, and dressed in a ragged skirt topped with a stained 
man's T-shirt. Well, judging by the appearances of the rest of them, she fit 
right in, he said to himself. The other woman was much more attractive, 
slim, long hair and also in a long skirt, but in a peasant blouse. The three 
other men were carbon copies of their captors, long hair, beards, dressed in 
faded Levis and plaid shirts. Don could only assume that he and his family 
had been captured and taken to a commune - like those he'd read about but 
never thought really existed. 

"You can play with them later," Raoul snapped, "These folks have had a long 
hard ride. Get some wine. Go on into the living room and sit down," he 
directed the Drapers, "Don't want you to think we aren't going to offer you 
some hospitality or anything." 

Beth and Sandy moved ahead into the room their ravisher had indicated, and 
sat down on a broken couch, covered in a torn crocheted afghan. Sandy 
touched her mother's arm for reassurance, but neither could speak after 
their afternoon's perverse pleasures at the hands of the two men. 

Jamey looked quickly at his mother and sister, but neither would face him 
directly. Shrugging, he moved to sit in a creaking rocking chair placed not 
far from a huge stone fireplace. Don followed his family, saying nothing. 
Now was obviously not the time to ask questions. The house's five other 
inhabitants had disappeared at Raoul's order, but they could be heard moving 
around in another part of the house. Don let his stiffened body fall 
gratefully into an overstuffed chair, across the room from the couch where 
Beth and Sandy sat. Looking at them under the bright un-shaded light 
overhead, Don could see that they must have had some afternoon - they looked 
worse than he'd remembered when they'd been tied up and shoved into the van 
with Jamey and him. Their eyes were wild, yet withdrawn looking, and he 
couldn't get his wife to look at him directly. She gave him a weak smile, 
and quickly looked down at her torn skirt. She'll tell me later - if there 
is a later, and if I can get her to talk, Don thought. 

"How about a drink," Raoul's voice cut across their thoughts, "This is real 
good stuff. We make it ourselves. Living off the land just like pioneers." 
He laughed rudely, and grabbed a gallon wine bottle from the big woman's 
hands, as she walked back into the room. "You and 

Cherokee get some glasses, and tell everybody else to cool it for a while," 
he continued, uncorking the full jug. 

Cherokee and the woman returned with the glasses and there was a lot of 
talking back and forth in slang that Don couldn't understand too well. Raoul 
poured homemade wine for all of them, ignoring splashes which fell on the 
rug from his careless pouring. 

"Here, drink this," he commanded, handing full heavy glasses to each of 
them, "You'll never find anything like this in any of those tourist wineries 
you visit." 

Cherokee laughed, and Don saw him wink suggestively at Sandy. Christ, what 
an arrogant bastard, Don thought, but I can't fight the situation. We can't 
very well refuse to do what they say. Hell, we don't know where we are. With 
this frustrating thought, he took a deep swallow of the wine, saw that the 
other members of his family were greedily drinking the too-sweet liquid. It 
was the first drink of anything they'd had since the afternoon had begun, 
hours ago. 

The- fat woman reappeared, and said something to Raoul in a low voice. 
Whatever it was, his furtive eyes lit up and he gave an obscene laugh as he 
glanced over at Jamey. 

"Hey, kid," he called out to Jamey, "Sal here thinks you and your sister 
would probably like to go upstairs and get cleaned up. You follow her and do 
what she says." 

Thankful to be doing something at last, Jamey and his sister stood up, and 
moved out of the room with Sal; who grinned and nodded her head for them to 
follow her. Don watched them leave the room with mixed feelings. Not too 
much can happen, he thought. Maybe somebody in this place has a decent 
feeling - take the kids upstairs and let them clean up, get some sleep. If 
there is a place to clean up and any beds in this dump. 

Sandy and Jamey followed the woman up the stairs, watching her heavy behind 
sway ahead of them as they climbed. Never having drunk much of anything 
before, both of their young minds were clouded by the effects of the strong 
homemade wine. This woman wasn't like anyone they had known before, and both 
brother and sister couldn't resist giggling quietly as the voluminous ass 
covered in the yards of skirt continued up the stairs in front of their 
gazing eyes. 

When they reached the top, the woman showed them into a surprisingly neat 
bedroom, with a small, old-fashioned bathroom through another door in the 
room. She followed them into the room, and locked the door behind them. 

"Take off your clothes and get cleaned up," she said, not unkindly. 

Jamey and Sandy looked at each other, bewildered. Get undressed, in front of 
each other, and in front of this strange woman? 

"There's nothing to be afraid of," she urged, "Just do what I asked you." 

There was a firmness in her voice that Sandy and Jamey felt was not to be 
disobeyed. They were still young enough to be unsure of themselves when 
someone told them to do something. Besides, she didn't act as though 
anything was going to happen. Both were so exhausted by the long day that it 
was easier to do what they were told than to argue about the situation. . 

As Sandy and Jamey began to undress, the woman's eyes never left their 
bodies. A strange smile sat on her lips, and her eyes glowed with and inward 
fire they couldn't understand. As Jamey finished taking off his clothes, the 
woman's eyes roved hungrily over his young smooth athlete's body. She 
glanced appreciatively at Sandy's flat tummy and budding woman's body, and 
shifted her own bulk on the bed where she sat. 

"Go ahead and wash yourselves," she directed the brother and sister, "The 
shower has hot water and there is plenty of soap and towels for you to use." 

Sandy went gratefully to the bathroom as the woman indicated, relieved to 
have a chance to wash off the sticky male cum which clung to her legs and 
face from Cherokee's and Raoul's lewd use of her innocent young cunt and 
mouth that afternoon. 

Jamey's eyes widened in surprise, as he noticed the telltale evidence of his 
sister's experience with their captors. He felt a wave of desire build in 
his body, and his young juvenile cock began to stiffen, thinking of his 
sister's velvety skin and tiny cunt being enjoyed by total strangers. My 
God, what is happening to me, he thought. His embarrassment grew as his 
feelings became more confused, the strange woman sitting on the bed, 
laughing at his predicament, looking at his rising cock, which he couldn't 
hide. 

"Come over here and sit by me," she encouraged, "You must be tired." 

Jamey hesitated, then did as she said. Drowsy from the wine, he felt no 
sense of reluctance or suspected what the woman had in mind. Lying full 
length on the bed, Jamey let himself drift into a half-sleeping, half-waking 
state, and thought nothing of it when the woman began to take off her 
clothes, also. He watched her with uncurious eyes, and noticed that although 
she was a very heavy girl by any standard, she had a heavy voluptuous body 
not unlike some of those he had seen in paintings on the slides in his high 
school art class. The size of her breasts was in proportion to the size of 
the rest of her body, and she was attractive in a very old-fashioned sort of 
way. Suddenly, she was back on the bed, smiling at him. 

"Sleepy?" she asked, in a low, deeply crooning voice. 

"Oh, yeah, I guess so," Jamey answered, "It's the wine, really, more than 
anything else." 

The woman lay down beside him, and began to stroke his smooth back. "Does 
that feel nice?" she asked, continuing to run her hands over different parts 
of his body, in wider and wider sweeps. 

Jamey could feel his body growing hot all over again, and he gasped as the 
woman boldly grabbed his still inflated cock in one hand. 

"What . . . what are you doing?" he asked, panicked for the first time. 

"Nothing, baby, just trying to make you feel good and relaxed," the woman 
soothed him. 

Her experienced hands never left his body the whole time, and Jamey was too 
weak to resist the unasked for feeling of lust that rose up in him. With a 
groan, he moved and plunged his hands onto the enormous naked breasts that 
pushed themselves into his sight. Sal's hand tightened on his arm, and she 
looked fiercely into his eyes. 

"Crawl between my legs and fuck me," she ordered, her other hand working 
quickly on his penis, which was swollen red and hard. She was panting with 
desire now, frantic, and Jamey felt her nipples become taut as his hands dug 
furiously into her huge ripe breasts. 

Any resistance he might have had broke completely, the wine and the woman's 
demands overcame his feelings. He could no longer think of-anything but 
fucking this big warm body which pushed itself hungrily all over him. He'd 
never known a woman so bold, she had already spread her legs far apart, 
deliberately exposing her moist, already throbbing vaginal slit. He flung 
himself between her legs, and Sal guided the smooth rubbery head up between 
her thighs to touch the wildly palpitating lips of her clitoral area. 

Jamey was not yet a skilled lover, but his energy overcame any lack of 
finesse he might have had. He had never fucked anybody but Georgina, but she 
had never taught him how to control himself, how to prolong sex by slowing 
down or withdrawing for a while. Even if he had known any of these 
techniques, he was too far gone with desire and wine-clouded to practice 
them now! He plunged his blood-engorged young cock deeply into Sal's 
wide-open cunt-lips, his semen-filled young balls slapping hard down against 
the woman's big, straining up-tilted buttocks as he hit bottom. 

"Oooooh, God, it's good," Sal moaned in pleasure, "Just keep it going, 
baby," She felt Jamey's soft rubbery cock tip probing into her, farther and 
farther, until the head of it was tickling around far up inside her belly. 
She clenched her sturdy thighs around his well-muscled legs and raised her 
knees to open her cunt even wider and allow his cock to slide still farther 
up into her open cunt. 

"God, you're fantastic!" Jamey breathed, "Your cunt . . . it's wonderful." 

With each plunge of his prick into the hotly grasping hole of her sucking 
pussy Jamey was in ecstasy. His little fucking motions became impatient and 
unable to slow the pumping of his probing cock, he fucked his loins faster 
and faster into her now warmly-sweating body. 

"Urn, uuummm!" Sal moaned in delight, her eyes closed and her lips singing a 
wordless song as she strained in rhythm with him. 

Neither of them heard the door open as Sandy came out of the bathroom, where 
she had showered and toweled off. Even if he had noticed, Jamey no longer 
cared whether his sister or anybody else saw him fucking this woman. His 
whole body was concentrated on satisfying his driving young sex urge which 
inflamed his body. He was really giving it to her, and Sal flung her arms 
around him, kissing him wildly, her full lips wet and hungry with greedy 
passion. 

"Don't stop, baby, don't cum yet," she ordered, "Just hang on, baby." 

Sandy looked down at the obscene lewd posture of her brother, shocked at the 
wild love-making going on before her eyes. She had never expected to find 
her own brother fucking his head off with this unknown woman! Dazed, she sat 
down on a chair, and watched as the obscene love sounds became wilder and 
wilder. 

In response to Sal's frenzied urgings, Jamey tried to hold back the 
overwhelming urge to cum - this was the best piece of ass he'd ever had, by 
far the best. Sal's enveloping vagina widened under him as though she wanted 
it to swallow all of his virile young cock. Unable to hold back, he 
quickened his thrusts, his cock now hammering in response to young lust. 
Faster; faster ... he was cumming . . . Oh, Christ, it was good . . . 
groaning in sweet release he let his burning virile load of cum spurt wildly 
from his penis, as he fucked harder again and again to empty his semen 
deeper and deeper up inside this full bodied woman. Then, with a deep last 
shudder of satisfied enjoyment, his spent body dropped heavily on the 
woman's. 

Sal wailed loudly in disappointment when the delicious grinding pressure of 
his penis suddenly was withdrawn from her still-unsatisfied pussy. Her hips 
continued to rock from side to side as she sought to arouse him again. It 
was no use, his penis was limp and deflated inside her. In her desire she 
pushed her frustrated cunt up to his body. Jamey, thinking his body was too 
heavy on top of her, shifted his weight and rolled off her. Sal, biting her 
lip in frustration, put her hands on his limp, drenched cock and tried to 
manipulate it into getting hard again. It was no use, Jamey's young prick 
did not respond to her attempts to bring back the hardness it had had just a 
few short minutes before. 

"Goddamn you," Sal swore, "I told you to ease off. Damn it, anyway." Turning 
over in anger, Sal's eyes lit on Sandy, who had remained quiet on her chair 
during the heavy love-making scene. "Get over here," Sal ordered the 
hesitant young girl. 

Afraid to disobey, Sandy meekly approached the bed, where her brother's 
sweat-soaked satisfied body lay sprawled in exhaustion, his once-proud cock 
now hanging limply as though it had never been hard. She saw her brother 
watching her, his eyes half-open, and obscene grin on his face. 

"Lie down," the woman commanded her. 

Shivers rippled over Sandy's naked body as she heard the order. What did 
this strange woman have in mind? Sandy was fearful, but after what had 
happened this afternoon, what worse could happen? Her little cunt was still 
a little sore from Cherokee's cock where he had fucked her earlier, but her 
pussy still throbbed when she remembered that far-out sensation! 

"I told you to lie down," Sal repeated, grabbing Sandy's shoulder and 
shoving her down on her back next to her brother's spent body. "Spread your 
legs," the woman ordered, pulling them open as she spoke. 

"Oh, my God, Jamey, help me," Sandy gasped, realizing this woman had 
something in mind that Sandy had never dreamed of. "Help me, Jamey, for 
God's sake, can't you do something," she cried out. 

Jamey turned his head to look at his sister, and the other woman, kneeling 
over her, but he was too drugged from the odd tasting wine and his recent 
draining sexual encounter to be of any assistance to his sister. 

"What can I do, Sandy?" he spoke weakly, "I don't think you're going to get 
hurt." 

With that, Jamey closed his eyes and drifted off into a half-conscious 
state, his body's exhaustion keeping him from helping his sister. 

"Oh, my God, oh, my God," Sandy whispered, terrified of the woman's 
behavior. 

"Don't hurt me," she said tearfully, as Sal lay down on her belly and put 
her head between Sandy's legs. Sandy shuddered, horrified, as she felt the 
woman's lewd tongue lick wetly through her softly curling pubic hairs. 
Against her will, she felt the lips of her almost-virginal cunt begin to 
pulsate hotly and start to grow wet again. Oh, God! Why couldn't this woman 
just get this over with, whatever she was going to do! In spite of Sandy's 
horrified fascination, the first flutter of the woman's tongue up between 
her naked thighs roused thoughts she could not resist. God, it was so 
perverse! Another woman's tongue, licking her naked pussy! 

Sandy had never known any sensation quite like Sal's steadily licking 
woman's tongue. It seemed to tickle her cunt, an unbelievably lewd, exciting 
tingling that made her little button nipples stand erect. The woman licked 
on and on, a relentless assault on Sandy's eagerly reaching vagina. Sandy 
groaned, unable to control herself, and raised her knees so the woman's head 
would have more room and fill the whole space between her legs. Sal's thick 
hair brushed the young girl's thighs softly, as her hotly swirling tongue 
licked her soft clean pubic hair. 

As Sal's excitement grew with every swirl of her tongue, her body began to 
twist and quiver, her gyrations waked Jamey from his drugged slumber. 
Opening his eyes, it took him several seconds to focus the incredible scene 
going on before his confused gaze. Then it hit him, his own sister having 
her pussy licked by another woman! At first, his mind revolted, and then he 
felt a perverse desire to begin to work in his blood. He became restless, 
and not content with his voyeur's role, had to relieve the rising pressure 
in his own body. He began to massage his cock in an attempt to control his 
desire to push the woman off and fuck his sister. Manipulating the foreskin 
of his swollen throbbing penis, he gazed at the lewd scene of the two women 
until he could stand it no longer. Kneeling next to his sister's flailing 
head, he seized her chin and turned her face toward his desire-inflated 
young rod. Sandy did not pull away from his grasp, but her eyes widened in 
shock at the sight of her brother's huge bobbing cock only inches away from 
her mouth. It protruded like an obscene club, from a mass of heavy brown 
pubic hair, a glittering drop of clear liquid shining in the tiny slit on 
the tip. My God, she's got to suck me, he thought. 

The obscene sucking sounds grew more lewd, as Sal continued her exploration 
of Sandy's moist cunt. Sandy thought she would go mad as the flickering, 
probing expert tongue explored all the sensitive areas of her tight little 
vaginal slit. Her brother's cock pushed forward, and she wet her lips with 
her tongue as the blood-engorged length came closer and closer. Sandy put 
out her tongue to lick the shining droplet hotly off the tip, savoring the 
warm masculine taste she had never known before a short while earlier when 
Raoul had made her suck him. The cock head now urgently pushed at her wet 
lips and Sandy could not help herself. She tongued the thick, 
desire-hardened rod, hungrily, running her tongue tip eagerly around the 
ridge of his circumcision and over the smooth bulbous head. Jamey grunted 
and pushed his lower torso forward, shoving his cock all the way into his 
sister's mouth, seeking to fill her throat with its full length. Sandy 
gagged, and gagged again until in a few moments she adjusted her throat to 
the bulk of the thing which filled it and slowly began to suck it to greater 
hardness yet. 

Sandy was wildly aroused, as the perverse assault on her tender young mouth 
and nakedly writhing pussy continued without stopping. She was afire with 
obscenely aroused lust, sensuously around her brother's throat-filling cock, 
rocking her hips from side to side and grinding her naked fifteen year old 
pelvis around and around under Sal's hotly sucking mouth. It was impossible 
for her to hold her inflamed body still. Her excitement made hot wet liquid 
flow freely from her small, curl fringed cuntal slit, as it was eagerly 
tongued and licked by Sal's greedily seeking mouth. 

Suddenly Sal's steadily licking tongue was withdrawn from the young teenage 
girl's throbbing pussy, and Sandy groaned at the sudden cessation of this 
strangely exciting pleasure. She jerked her knees higher and let her legs 
open more widely in silent pleading for a continuance of this forbidden 
pleasure. 

"All right, baby, cool it a minute," Sal broke into the lust-filled oblivion 
into which Sandy and Jamey had fallen. She grabbed Jamey's arm, and roughly 
pulled him off balance, forcing him to withdraw his heavily swollen hardness 
from his sister's welcoming mouth. Grasping the young boy's glistening rod 
in her hand, she began to massage it gently, and shifted her position to lie 
back on the bed again, her heavy thighs spread lewdly as she raised her 
knees to present her desire-drenched cunt up to her captured lover's widely 
gaping eyes. 

"Get down on top of me and start fucking me," Sal commanded the 
lust-maddened young man. "I want a good fucking, do you hear me?" she 
demanded, "and don't cum in me before I do!" 

"Oh, yes, yes, Ma'am," Jamey mumbled, fumbling with his rigidly pulsating 
cock. 

Sal's whole body was heaving and as she did so her experienced woman's pussy 
came in contact with the full bulbous head of the young boy's penis. Her 
entire lower body convulsed upward, as she maneuvered the lips of her hot 
ready cunt up over the rounded tip of his rod. Jamey's body shuddered, as 
the head of his cock slipped hotly up between the wet walls of her vagina 
and the big woman pinioned him between her thighs by locking her legs high 
up over his back. The young man pushed inward for the second time in a few 
short minutes until his balls slapped heavily against the upturned cheeks of 
the woman's ass. 

"That's it, baby," Sal urged him on in ecstasy, "faster, harder, fuck me 
hard." 

Unbelievably, Jamey felt his left hand being tugged by his softly mewling 
sister next to him. His body jerking in uncontrollable fucking motions, his 
fingers were directed to his sister's moistly pulsating little cuntal slit. 
My God, Sandy wants me to finger-fuck her while I fuck this other woman! His 
hand slid over her soft silken patch of pubic hair, and unguided he inserted 
a finger into her tight wet vagina. Unable to hold herself back from this 
wild salacious act, Sandy let her thighs fall open to allow her brother's 
hand greater access to her excruciatingly inflamed pussy slit. Oh, God, this 
was insane! Any moment now, God knows who might have a key to that door, our 
parents, those other people, and here I am, finger-fucking my sister while a 
strange woman makes me fuck her cunt! 

Uncontrollable moans of passion from the three sexually aroused people 
filled the small old-fashioned bedroom, and the nakedly entwined bodies on 
the bed thrashed and undulated seeking satisfaction for the depraved desires 
which filled their sweat-soaked bodies. 

Jamey's balls ached and he thought his cock would split, as he thrust deep 
into the woman's hungrily clasping cunt and fucked his sister's equally 
hungry little pussy with his wet slippery finger. Both women were grinding 
their buttock cheeks, lewdly around, as one worked frenziedly to milk the 
utmost sensation from his finger and the other's slippery working cunt 
sucked at his cock as he fucked it ceaselessly in and out of the hotly 
steaming hole. 

"Please, I can't stand any more! Make me cum, Jamey!" his sister pleaded, 
the whole of her little ass practically wrapped around his rhythmically 
massaging hand.. Her cunt was sucking voraciously at his finger, as it 
fucked teasingly in and out of the velvety walls of her vagina. 

He inserted a second finger and began to work around her straining clitoris 
in an expert little circular motion that threw the wetly sweating girl into 
a writhing frenzy of lewd ecstasy. Her legs began to jerk with involuntary 
movements and she frantically screwed her slim hips down heavily into the 
loudly squeaking bed beneath. Wave after wave of lust filled her tender 
young genitals and her legs clenched and thrashed wildly up around her 
brother's deeply impaling fingers. Her cunt opened up like a flower as she 
let her love juices flood hotly out in response to the relentless probing up 
between her widespread thighs. 

Jamey grunted in loud pleasure, as his sister's hot pussy liquid coated his 
thick masculine fingers, and he fucked even more deeply with his pulsating 
rod into the belly of the strange woman. The way this older woman's pussy 
was squeezing and milking at his lust-hardened young cock was driving him 
out of his mind! 

"Oooohhhh, God," he panted to the woman, "I'm cumming, I can't stop it, I 
can feel it starting ..." his buttocks jerked convulsively and he felt the 
cum spray out from his cock-head in a great, hot sticky stream. 

"Cum, baby, cum! It's okay, Mama's there too!" she grunted and fucked back 
wildly beneath him. The woman's tightly-clenched cunt muscles still sucked 
inward, holding his rapidly deflating organ, milking him of every last drop 
of his virile young male semen. As the last of his cum dribbled from his now 
soft cock, his satiated body relaxed. The woman's pussy twitched inward a 
few more times as the incredible delight of her orgasm bathed her whole 
inner thighs with moist wet warmth. 

Suddenly, a key was thrust in the lock on the other side of the bedroom 
door, and Raoul's leering face grinned in at the just-ended scene of sexual 
excess. Sandy gasped, as she saw her father entering behind Raoul, followed 
by the man who had fucked her half crazy that afternoon. She noticed that 
her father's eyes had a strange, unseeing look about them, that he didn't 
appear at all disturbed by the sight of his naked daughter sprawled lewdly 
on a bed with her own brother and another unclothed woman. 

"Well, Sal, we thought you'd had enough time to get what you wanted," Raoul 
snickered obscenely. "Thought it was about time the rest of us joined this 
little party. "Here, I even brought some more wine," he said, holding the 
jug up for all of them to see. 

"I'm ready for anything you've got," Sal snapped back. "Whatever you've got 
in mind, I can handle." 

"Far out, far fucking out," Raoul laughed. "Let's get started on something 
real crazy. Like, I mean, I'd like to see the old man here fuck his own 
daughter! Yeah, let the old man have a piece of her hot little tail. You 
want to fuck her, don't you, Dad?" Raoul said bluntly to Sandy's dazed 
father. 

"Wh . . . what?" Don stammered, "You must be crazy!" 

"I don't think so, man. Every guy in this house wants to fuck her sweet 
young cunt right now, but, hey, man, I'm letting you have the first go at 
it. Not counting this afternoon, that is. Come on, man, we want to see if 
one of you up-tight bastards can get it on!" 

The peculiar homemade wine had by this time filled Don's bloodstream and his 
mind was muddled from its effects after the exhausting day. His eyes strayed 
to his daughter's budding breasts and slowly dropped to where he could see 
the thinly growing curls of her wetly young glistening pussy mound. The fact 
that his daughter was lying there stripped naked, in a tangle of bodies with 
her own brother and another naked woman did not seem at all peculiar to his 
wine-soaked brain. In fact, the sight of his nubile young daughter made him 
feel young and as hot and horny as a goat. Unnatural desire for her flooded 
his body, and his penis stiffened in response. It was rock-hard, and his 
balls began to ache - he actually wanted to fuck that tight little cunt and 
see what it would be like! 

Raoul instantly noticed Don's obvious desire for his naked teenage daughter. 
He threw back his head and howled with lewd amusement. 

"Well, go ahead, man," he urged, "she's hot and she's waiting!" 

Sandy's eyes grew unnaturally bright as she watched her father's hands go to 
his fly and unzip it. Ooooh God, my own father's going to fuck me! Stunned, 
she could not look away as her father brought out his thick male organ - it 
was bigger, bigger than she imagined men would have. A fire began to build 
in her whole body, thoughts of delicious sensations of unnatural acts 
filled" her mind. She began to feel a desperate longing, especially between 
her legs. 

She knew dimly that all this was happening in front of a roomful of strange 
people, and her own father and brother, but somehow it seemed unimportant. 
What was important was satisfying this rising, tormenting urge in her loins. 
Jamey's fingers had only teased her and what she wanted, needed was her 
father's beautifully hardened cock up between her thighs. She couldn't help 
it, staring up at his swollen penis and at the large, sperm-laden sacs of 
flesh that swing there under it! Oh, God, his cock was huge - how was it 
going to feel inside her, would it even fit inside her? 

"Hey, wait a minute, man, let's get this party sorted out before we get 
started," Raoul broke in. Sal, you get that kid off the bed and go drink 
some wine or something. Me and Cherokee want to get in some action with this 
hot little chicken, too." 

Sal promptly slid off the bed, dragging the exhausted teenage boy with her 
over to one side of the room. She grabbed the bottle from Raoul, handing it 
to Jamey, who gratefully gulped down huge swallows to cool his sexually 
drained body. 

Raoul and Cherokee removed their clothes, revealing their huge burgeoning 
lengths once again to the naked teenage girl on the bed. Sandy closed her 
legs automatically, as she stared at the three heavily throbbing male cocks 
waiting to take over her slender body. Raoul smiled in obscene, delight, and 
leaned over to gently spread her legs and cup his hand up between them. 

"Say it, I want to hear you say it . . . say, Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck 
me," he ordered softly, a salacious little grin on his face. 

"Oh, no ... I can't, I can't say that," Sandy whimpered. "It . . . it's not 
right." 

"Say it, I said," Raoul goaded, worming his finger slowly and teasingly up 
into her nakedly exposed little anus. 

"Oh, owwww, oh, God, don't, it tickles. I'll say it!" Sandy cried. 

"Do it then, baby," he smiled down at her. 

"Daddy, oh, my God, Daddy, please fuck me," she whispered, her lower body 
grinding sensuously around on the bed from the feel of Raoul's finger lodged 
up inside her virginal little asshole. 

"Louder!" Raoul teased, rotating his finger around two full turns up inside 
the hotly clasping confines of her rectum. 

"Oh, yesssss . . . Oh, I can . . . Fuck me, Daddy," the girl, her head 
moving from side to side, moaned in desperation. 

Don shook his head to clear his alcohol-jumbled thoughts, but the motion 
only increased his dizziness. Now he actually didn't know who was there on 
the bed, all he knew was that a voluptuous young teenage girl was begging 
him to fuck her! He could not resist the invitation. Crazy with drink, his 
lust drove him to strip off his pants and he kneeled over the inviting young 
body. He worked his hand down between his daughter's thighs where Raoul's 
had been minutes before and hungrily felt her cunt. It was wet - Christ! 
What a hot little bitch! He ran his fingers over the lips of her curl-rimmed 
vagina and pushed one finger in. Sandy moaned softly. He inserted another 
finger, spreading her cunt walls experimentally. She began to wriggle her 
hips, and to squeeze his hands between the whiteness of her soft inner 
thighs. 

"Oh, I want to fuck you, little girl," Don whispered hoarsely as he knelt 
between her open legs. He grasped his heavily throbbing penis in one hand 
and with the bulbous swollen head he parted his daughter's tenderly-curled 
pubic hair and quickly worked it up into her pinkly trembling little cunt 
mouth. 

"Ooooh, God, Daddyeee!" Sandy squealed, grinding her small, firmly rounded 
buttocks wildly as she felt the velvety head of his cock push into the inner 
flesh of her slowly-stretching pussy walls. But a few seconds later she 
grunted aloud in slight pain as his relentlessly, but slowly burrowing cock 
penetrated farther up into her and on through the tight muscular ring which 
guarded her vaginal entrance. 

Suddenly Sandy felt two smooth, giant sausage-like lengths of flesh being 
pressed into each of her outstretched hands. Oh, no, what were they doing to 
her! Raoul and Cherokee had thrust their cocks into her hands, and Raoul was 
manipulating her fingers to show her exactly what was she to do. The 
bewildered young girl groaned, and closed her palms hotly around them. Her 
face contorted as she began to labor, her little fingers moving from bulbous 
tips to the bases of their engorged shafts in an instinctive little 
squeezing motion that quickly brought grunts of ecstasy from the two men. 
Grinding her naked body around in ecstatic frenzy, her legs jerked open even 
wider and her father pushed his lust-hardened cock steadily forward into his 
daughter's hotly waiting little belly. 

"Daddy, fuck it into me slow," she grunted, "It's too big, I can't take it- 
- it's too big!" 

"That's too bad," Don mumbled,. "Because I can't stop now. It's going, all 
the way in, baby!" 

Sandy's futile protests caught deep in her throat as he rammed it to his 
balls up into her. Her wide-split young cunt impaled on his organ, her 
thighs spread wide by the pressure of his pelvis. He paused a moment, 
flexing his cock in her almost unused little vagina, and then he grunted as 
he began to fuck deep and rhythmically into her hotly quivering young belly. 
Sandy's small hands worked frantically caressing the two throbbing male 
organs in her hands, as wave after wave of searing ecstasy gripped her 
tender young genitals. Her legs clenched and thrashed frenziedly up around 
her father's heavily-driving hips. Her thigh muscles stiffened with a 
building passion. Oh, she wanted to cum, she couldn't stand it anymore! 
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" she chanted, "Make my cunt cum! Oh, make me cum, fuck 
me, fuck me Daddy!" 

Her father's hands snaked beneath her and cupped her sensuously grinding 
ass-cheeks in reply, raising her whole lower body up towards his slippery 
pistoning cock. He slammed his penis into her throbbing, pulsing cunt so far 
that it seemed he would split her open! Over and over he did it, fucking her 
so hard that the whole bottom of her stomach up inside it seemed was 
battered mercilessly by the hard crushing tip of his cock. 

Raoul and Cherokee leaned forward eagerly, panting in lewd enjoyment of the 
incredible fucking this father was giving his fifteen year old daughter. It 
seemed he would split her open right up to her sensuously dancing tits with 
brute force of his huge cock fucking up into her voluptuously curved little 
body. But she loved it! She couldn't seem to get enough - suddenly her legs 
snaked higher and up around her father's back and her slender pelvis began 
to jerk uncontrollably. Don dug his fingers into the tender globes of her 
smoothly gyrating ass, holding her eagerly yielding cunt tight up to his 
deeply embedded cock as she went into the throes of a wildly convulsive 
orgasm. Her wild gyrations spurred his lust, his cock stiffened and his cum 
exploded crazily out from his balls and spurted in a hot, thick rush deep 
into her wide-flared cunt. He fucked deep into his now wildly screaming 
daughter again, another time, a third time, and he could feel her small 
cervix yield far up inside under the tip of his penis as the sticky hotly 
searing semen shot from it. Oh, my God, there is the chance I could get my 
own daughter pregnant from fucking her like this! Oh, my God, I hope not! 
His carnal thoughts blurred his rational fears, as the last of his cum 
sprayed out from his still rhythmically jerking cock into Sandy's gratefully 
twitching young pussy. 

Sandy's body relaxed, satiated with the incredible delight of orgasm when 
suddenly she felt other warm wet liquid splatter down like hot summer rains 
on her naked flesh. Her breasts were wet and flooded! Startled, she opened 
her eyes, which had been tightly clenched shut while enjoying the incredible 
ecstasy of being fucked by her own father's salaciously plunging cock. She 
had hand-fucked Raoul and Cherokee into their own wild orgasms and they had 
both shot off like fiery launching rockets, watching Sandy's lewdly inciting 
incest with her own father! Now their semen mingled and ran together over 
and down the smooth nakedness of her rising and falling breasts, trickling 
off her body in thin, white rivulets as they made obscene comments about 
what they would do to her later. She knew they had other dirty things in 
mind and felt empty up inside her newly awakened young cunt as her father 
withdrew his now-limp penis from her cum-filled young vagina. Her father 
leaned back away from her, his sperm-drained cock dangling in front of his 
daughter's passion-glazed eyes. A look of shame crossed his face, and Sandy 
glanced away from him, swallowing helplessly. It was useless to say she had 
not enjoyed love-making with her own father when only minutes before she had 
urged him on with filthy words she was ashamed of using! 

Raoul stood up, stretching his body arrogantly and lazily, his golden 
muscles under his golden skin rippling smoothly like those of a sleek 
dangerous animal. Beckoning to Cherokee, the three of them gathered their 
scattered clothing and left the stunned father alone with his still nakedly 
spread daughter, locking the bedroom door behind them. 

 Chapter Four 

Left alone in the front room with two of the other strangers after Sandy and 
Jamey had been taken upstairs, followed shortly by her husband and the 
original perpetrators of this weird scene, Beth sat shivering and 
frightened. The two unknown men talked between themselves, occasionally 
giving her an appreciative glance, as she sat sipping the unusual wine 
pressed on her by Raoul. The wine was having its effect, and Beth felt a 
deep longing for sleep, despite her anxiety for the safety of her children 
and husband. 

"Guess you're pretty tired out, Mrs. Draper," one of the men said. 

How do they know my name, Beth thought, startled that he had addressed her 
so politely. They've gotten into my purse - oh well, it doesn't really 
matter. 

"Yes, yes, I am really," Beth replied, weakly. "Is there somewhere ... I 
mean, could I go upstairs and sleep, with my husband or ... " her voice 
trailed off, as the two men stared at her. 

"Sure, we'll take you upstairs," the young man replied. "Oh, yeah, my name's 
Jeff and this is Tom," he nodded toward the other man. "Follow us, Mrs. 
Draper, there's a nice comfortable place for you to rest upstairs," Jeff 
remarked. 

Too tired to suspect anything or even care, Beth rose from the battered old 
couch and wearily accompanied the two strangers to the second story of the 
old farmhouse. As she followed the men down the surprisingly long upper 
hall, she could hear muffled sounds coming from one of the rooms. 

"Excuse me, Jeff," she said timidly, "if you don't mind, I'd like to be in 
the same room with my daughter, or my husband." 

"Your kids are asleep now," Jeff answered, "And your husband is probably 
getting cleaned up. Don't worry, you'll get to see them in a little while." 

The trio had reached one of the bedroom doors, and entering, Tom flicked the 
lights on to reveal an enormous queen-sized mattress on the floor, the only 
furniture in the room. 

"Is this the only . . .well, I mean, don't you have a regular bedroom where 
I could sleep?" Beth gasped. It suddenly dawned on her that these two 
more-polite seeming men might not be so concerned for her well-being as she 
had thought! 

"This is all you need, Mrs. Draper," Tom smiled in her face. He quickly shut 
the door, and turned to survey Beth's voluptuously developed body with a 
covetous glance. 

"Oh, my God, I thought you were going to let me sleep, let me be with my 
children," Beth wailed. 

"Nope. Not right this minute," Jeff replied. "Raoul and Cherokee, they had 
all the fun this afternoon. And we share and share alike. So Tom and I are 
going to split you up between us," he winked lewdly at the double entendre. 

Jeff was pleased that he and Tom had this woman all to themselves. She 
obviously had a magnificent body under those clothes, and while she was 
truly afraid he was quite sure that she was going to make one of the best 
fucks he and Tom had ever had. He snickered softly to himself as he thought 
of fucking her in just a few minutes from now - screw this nice little 
typical suburban housewife's nakedly spread cunt until she begged to be 
fucked by every guy in the house! It wouldn't take long to make her forget 
about her kids ... or her husband. He and Tom would ram their cocks into her 
so hard and deep she wouldn't have time to think of anything else! Jesus, he 
could feel it getting big and stiff as a fence pole. Well, they'd better get 
her ready for it! 

Impatiently, Tom grabbed a hold of Beth, and began to strip away what was 
left of her ruined clothing. 

"Oh, no, please, my God, don't," Beth pleaded, her struggling in no way 
halting Tom's determined actions. "No more, I can't take any more!" 

"Just calm down," Jeff ordered, "you're going to enjoy being fucked like we 
do it. Then we'll let you sleep. If you're not too eager for more, that is!" 
he continued with a secret smile. He knew by Raoul's description how she had 
reacted to having her pussy kissed earlier this afternoon and had no doubts 
that they,, too, could bring the same reaction from her. 

Helpless against the situation, Beth submitted to the rough handling, and 
finally stood stripped and humiliated, her firmly tilted breasts and the 
softness of her naked cunt revealed to the men's hungry eyes. She tried, 
futilely, to cover herself with her hands, but the one named Tom reached out 
and pulled them away so that she stood defenseless and naked in front of 
them. 

"Get down on the mattress," Jeff ordered. 

Trembling, Beth did as he said. Dumbly she sat huddled nakedly alone, as the 
two men quickly stripped themselves of their clothing. They don't even wear 
shorts! Shocked, she saw as each man pulled off his Levi's a massive penis, 
blood-engorged, the swollen heads purple and stretched with lust. As she 
thought of these two huge, male cocks filling her body, an unwanted flow of 
arousal juices flooded her vagina, mingling with the still warmly lingering 
cum sprayed into her by the one named Raoul's insistent cock that afternoon. 
She pressed her thighs together, trying desperately to still the lewdly 
growing feeling rising again between them. She did not want to disgrace 
herself again by crying out in ecstasy if she could help it. 

"Turn around and get down on your hands and knees," Jeff commanded her. 

After a moment's hesitation, Beth complied. Since there was no chance of 
resistance against these young men, she would have to submit to their 
demands. They would rape her if she refused to submit to their love-making, 
so it was easier to surrender her body than to risk making them angry. She 
glanced nervously over her shoulder at the two men, who had crouched on the 
mattress behind her. . 

Abruptly, Jeff seized her firmly curved buttocks, and he cupped it and 
wormed one finger up into her upraised cunt, pushing aside the wetly 
clinging walls of reluctant vaginal flesh. 

"Oooh!" Beth gasped, flinching at the sudden invasion of her nakedly 
upraised genitals. It felt like he was going to try and put his whole fist 
inside her back there! "Please, no!" Beth begged, now very frightened, 
"Please, I can't stand it!" 

Jeff's answer to her pathetic outburst was to fuck his hand even further 
into her unprotected pussy, wiggling two fingers around up inside her while 
his other hand teased and stroked softly at the wetly curling strands of her 
pubic hair. He leaned over the helpless woman, his breathing quickened by 
his lust, and he stared excitedly up between her kneeling thighs where his 
hand probed into her hair-fringed softness. She was tight, not bad for a 
married woman with two kids, but that little brown asshole of hers that 
winked back at him in time to his fingers sluicing into her cunt just above 
it was much tighter. That's what he wanted to do, fuck it to her in the ass! 

He withdrew his fingers from her now streaming aroused cunt and traced a 
wet, slippery path to her inviting back passage. As he ran his 
liquid-moistened finger experimentally around Beth's tiny puckered anus, she 
stiffened instantly! 

"Ooooohhh, please stop that!" she begged as her naked buttocks jerked 
slightly forward from the sensuous touch. 

"Stop what?" he mocked her, "Hey, Tom I found what I want. You can have the 
front this time, okay?" 

"You filthy animals!" Beth panted, as Tom kneeled in front of her tortured 
gaze, his male organ jutting stiffly forward, inches from her eyes. Oh, God, 
how could she take his thing in her mouth? She had watched her fifteen year 
old daughter doing it wildly this afternoon, but she never had, it was 
unspeakable! Relentlessly, Tom thrust his palpitating cock into her face, 
forcing her lips open to receive his organ while he held her head so she 
couldn't escape this new degradation. 

"Mmmmmmphhh!" she grunted, choking momentarily on the monstrous bulk. 
Seeking to ease the strain on her cheek muscles, she opened her mouth as 
wide as she could, as Tom slithered the full length of it down her 
elastically giving throat as far as he could force it to go. 

"Suck it!" he snapped to the helpless woman. 

Suddenly, Beth moaned pitifully, as Jeff inserted a fingertip into the small 
cringing lips of her anus and relentlessly wormed it up inside the tightly 
clinging virgin territory. Her mouth filled with the heavy rubbery tip of 
one tormentor's invading cock, all she could do was moan deep in her throat 
as Jeff worked the alien finger up and around inside her, stretching the 
entrance to her anus enough to admit a second finger. There was a brief 
instant of relief as he slipped his fingers back out, and Beth forlornly 
hoped that was all he intended to do to her. Suddenly her body jerked in 
slight pain, as he shoved the tip of his huge cock into her about-to-be 
violated anus hole. Her anus was so tight, she couldn't possibly take it 
inside her! Her body would split right down in the middle if he persisted in 
ramming his heavily swollen cock into a space so much too small for it! 
Desperately she tried to escape from the discomfort he was inflicting within 
her as he forced his steadily throbbing cock into her unwilling ass-hole. It 
was hopeless to try to escape the smashing pain. Crouched under him, she was 
relentlessly impaled as he eagerly seized her smoothly curved hips, pulling 
them back toward him and skewering her firmly on his rod. Beth cried softly 
as his cock began to fuck in and out in long measured strokes. She wanted to 
whimper aloud, but her throat was filled with the other man's lust-hardened 
organ. A captive of perversion, Beth could only submit as the two 
lust-filled men worked out their dual sexual hunger on her defiled body. As 
the male organs worked rhythmically in and out, violating the two holes in 
her body that she had never dreamed would be used for such perversion, her 
weeping subsided. In a few minutes she was taking the enormous length of 
Jeff's cock up her ass, and Tom's rod rode in and out deep in her throat as 
the twin, double-fucking of her naked body between them continued. 

Beth had never known any sensations quite like these, the discomfort and 
pressure were giving way to twinges of pleasure and her clinging wet vagina 
began to throb, seeking fulfillment denied it by the ass-fucking she was 
receiving. Who would believe it - she was being sodomized and was committing 
fellatio, forced into two obscene acts at once - and she was beginning to 
enjoy it! It was actually beginning to feel good! Experimentally, she ground 
her widespread buttocks back in rhythm against Jeff's deeply skewering cock, 
grinding her ass lewdly and quickly back and forth up onto his rigid, 
staff-like stiffness. 

"That's it, Mrs. Draper," Jeff groaned down at her smoothly rippling back in 
lewd encouragement, panting from the heavy, thrusting ass-fucking he was 
performing. "This is fantastic, you will learn to love it. You'll never be 
satisfied with a simple plain cunt-fuck on your back ever again in your 
life!" 

"Yes!" burst from' Tom's lips, as he sweated in lust, kneeling in front of 
Beth, his rock-hard organ planted deeply in her throat. As he chanted yes, 
yes, yes, Beth screwed her ass wildly back against Jeff's heavily plunging 
loins, and sucked strenuously on Tom's deeply ramming cock. She was 
attempting to get the utmost sensation from this marvelous ass-fucking, 
throat-fucking scene. Oblivious to the obscene kneeling position she was in, 
she let herself by used by the two strangers as her own hot liquid desire 
flooded again through her recently well-fucked pussy. Her beautiful facial 
features contorted into an unrecognizable mask of ecstasy, as her naked ass 
ground frenziedly back and her lips sucked furiously on the telephone-pole 
like cock sunk deep up inside her slavishly working throat. 

Beth was filled with virile young male cock flesh as she had never dreamed 
of being filled before. The two ecstatically grunting men worked steadily at 
her from both ends - Beth could never in her wildest dreams imagine that she 
would ever be used in such a way, as nothing more than a helpless receptacle 
for the raging hot sperm of total strangers, or that two young men at the 
same time would pump their liquid sex juices down her open throat and up 
into her shamelessly enjoying rectum! 

Suddenly, Jeff was on his way to orgasm, plunging until it seemed his cock 
would go right through Beth's body. Yes, he would cum in her ass - it was 
cumming - his entire body shuddered as his sperm welled up from deep inside 
his bursting testicles, through his iron-hard cock and squirted out high 
into the hotly clinging walls of her rectum, filling the whole of her anal 
passage with his whitely heated liquid. Beth felt the unusual sensation of 
wet warmth filling the depth of her cock-filled bowels almost to the 
bursting point and ground her tightly clinging rectum on his rhythmically 
jerking cock as he made a final thrust to squirt out the remaining drops of 
cum far, far up inside. 

The bucking movements of her wildly fucking ass inflamed the mouth-fucking 
Tom. He looked at Beth's grotesquely bloated cheeks, hungrily tonguing and 
sucking on his monstrous cock. He looked at the thick stump of his penis, 
where it disappeared into Beth's hot, voluntarily sucking mouth. His 
over-sized balls hung heavily, aching with lust as their love fluid churned 
heatedly around inside. "God, just like fucking a hot milking calf's mouth, 
God, suck me off! Suck it! Suck it!" he panted. "I'm going to cum in your 
throat!" 

And suddenly, Beth felt the. hot pushing, cock stiffen and balloon even 
huger in her mouth, as Tom began his final deep thrusts. Seconds later a hot 
gush of thick male semen propelled jet-like into her eagerly milking mouth. 
The sudden spurt of unaccustomed liquid made her gulp, then she began to 
swallow the warmly tasty substance as fast as he pumped it into her open 
throat. On and on he kept cumming, spraying deep into her cock-filled throat 
and trickling hotly out from the corners of her feverishly working mouth. 
How was it possible one man's balls could shoot out so much cum at one time? 
It was all she could do to keep up with the steadily spewing liquid as the 
rhythmically jerking head of the young man's penis still fucked relentlessly 
in and out of her voraciously sucking lips'. At last, with a final jerk, the 
last drops of cum entered her throat, and she released his now deflating 
organ reluctantly from her mouth, licking the last bit of cum from the 
corners with her exhausted tongue. 

The two cum-drained male cocks were now slipped wetly from her mouth and 
sperm-flooded asshole and each man fell away from her, breathing heavily 
beside her on the tumbled bedding. 

As she regained her composure, Beth realized that the jolting climaxes that 
she had brought to the two men had not brought fulfillment to her. She felt 
strangely rejected. Her body tossed in restless unsatisfied desire. Her hips 
began to roll slightly from side to side and she clenched her upper thighs 
tightly together, trying to calm her steadily throbbing pussy. Her restless 
movements aroused the two men, who leaned up on their elbows to watch her 
curiously. 

"What's the matter, didn't you get enough cock?" Tom asked casually. "Why 
don't you finger-fuck yourself?" he asked. 

"Yeah, Mrs. Draper," Jeff joined in, "go ahead and finger your cunt so we 
can watch. Maybe it'll get us hard again and we'll fuck you some more." 

Oh, my God, Beth thought, tormented with desire and with her revulsion at 
such an act right in front of the two men! What if my husband and children 
find out what a wanton slut I've suddenly become? Oh, I can't, it's 
disgusting! But the insistent urge in her hotly inflamed pussy would not 
leave her alone. Shocked, Beth felt her right hand slip down to her stomach 
and trace soft circles on her own tender flesh. Her left hand stroked her 
breasts. It was almost as if her hands had minds of their own, disobeying 
her and taking a naughty delight in pleasures they had never before known! 
Her fingers found the crisply curling hair of her cunt-mound, toying 
suggestively with it. Her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly, she felt 
the hands of the two men lying on either side of her, stroking her exposed 
flesh in smooth rhythmic movements. Somehow, the male hands reassured her, 
and her fingers continued seeking to perform the vile self-abasing acts. 
Quickly, they found the -moistly flowing split up between her thighs and 
Beth began to caress herself - hesitantly at first, then with increasing 
eagerness as her fingertip exerted pressure on the tiny little nipple of her 
clitoris. Her entire body shivered at the resulting electric vibration which 
filled her from the lewdly exciting contact with the sensitive female organ. 
Hungrily, she let her fingers increase the pressure on her vaginal area and 
she began to gently massage her hotly aroused pleasure-center. Her cunt 
began to respond with its own love-juices, and her slender fingers became 
moistened from the erotic contact. Tightening her leg muscles until they 
cramped and curling her toes in response to her own self-arousal, Beth 
worked her hand furiously - never mind the perverted, filthy act ... it felt 
so good! Only a little more, harder ... the steadily stroking hands of the 
two men calmly urged her on to her own fulfillment. Oh, she was so close! I 
can't stop now ... my arm is getting tired, Oh, Jesus, let me cum now. A 
moan of pleasure filled her open groaning mouth - her body convulsed as her 
finger-fucking brought her to orgasm. It was glorious! Seizing the last 
fragment of sensation she plunged her whole hand between her legs, squeezing 
her fingers together, hard, her hotly flowing pussy juice dribbling over 
them. Her cunt continued to throb and quiver, and she opened and closed her 
legs like the wings of a resting butterfly. What an insane thing to do, 
finger-fuck herself right in front of two obscenely staring young men, while 
she and her family were captives whose very lives might be in danger! Not 
able to cope with her confused thoughts, Beth's body went completely limp 
and she let herself relax and drop off to satisfied sleep between the two 
satiated men. 

Down the hall, Don Draper jerked awake with a sudden start. On the 
sex-tossed bed on either side of him lay his naked son and daughter, each 
sprawled, arms and legs flung out, in heavy slumber. Oh, my God, it must 
have been the drinking! What has happened to us, have I gone mad? Don's mind 
swirled. It's that goddamn wine, must be drugged. As a matter of fact his 
mind seemed unusually alert as he forced himself to realize the incestuous 
act he had performed. The obscene act he had performed on Sandy in full view 
of his own son and those lunatics left no doubt that the three of them had 
been drugged. He glanced at his daughter's luscious sleeping body, noticing 
the cum stains on her lewdly splayed open thighs and recalled his own 
performance . . . fucking my own daughter! He could see Sandy's sweating, 
tossing face as she jerked off two other men at the same time! Actually, it 
was a blessing that they'd drunk so much wine - none of them would have 
acted that way if they had been sober. Those creeps would have had to kill 
him to make him participate in such a perverse sexual performance! But, my 
God, unbelievably, I enjoyed it! And Sandy and Jamey actually looked as if 
they were enjoying themselves! 

Right now, while no one seemed to be around, might be a good time to look 
for a way to escape, Don was thinking. But where in the hell is Beth. Even 
if I find a way out of this insane situation, I can't leave without Beth. 
Don slipped off the bed, his movement never disturbing the heavily sleeping 
teenagers. Trying the bedroom door, he cursed to find it locked. Should have 
known. Those bastards wouldn't forget to turn the key, he fumed. 

So much for that. He recrossed the room, sitting heavily on the edge of the 
bed. Suddenly, he heard a key in the lock, and the woman named Sal opened 
the door enough to stick her head through to look at him. She smiled at him 
as though nothing had happened, glancing at the sleeping forms of the two 
teenagers. "Mr. Draper, you can go sleep with your wife if you'd rather," 
she said pleasantly enough. 

"Beth? You've got Beth upstairs?" Don said quickly. 

"Oh, she's all right," Sal said evenly. "If you want to be with her, follow 
me." 

"Just a second," Don hesitated, "What about my son and daughter?" 

"Hey, Mr. Draper, cool it, okay?" Sal said, sharply. "They'll be all right. 
You worry too much, man. You ought to learn to enjoy what's happening when 
it's happening. You think too much." 

"Listen, you overfed cow," Don retorted, "don't give me advice on how to 
think and when to think it. I suppose you think you and your sex-crazy 
boyfriends have got everything all figured out. Going to set the world 
straight. Shove it up your fat ass!" 

"Hey, Dad, what's going on?" mumbled Jamey, sleepily. 

"Just this fat ass AC/DC bitch telling me how to run my life, son," Don 
spoke. 

"Look, if you don't want to see your wife now - or maybe never again, I 
could give a damn less," the woman said menacingly. She gave Don a savage 
glance, her features hardened by the brutality of her threat. 

Jesus, I had better pull in my horns a little. So what the hell, first I 
have to find out where Beth is, then plan some way of getting away from 
these savages. "Okay, okay," Don agreed, "let's drop the whole damn thing. I 
just want to see my wife, see if she's all right." Swallowing his wounded 
male pride, Don pulled on his clothing and stepped out into the dimly lit 
hallway where the bulky woman stood clad in a voluminous muumuu type tent 
dress. 

Don followed the woman's steps down the hallway until they reached another 
closed door at the end of the passage. The woman rapped softly and called, 
"Tom? It's Sal." 

"Just a second!" a muffled male voice replied. The door opened a few seconds 
later and Tom stood there, buttoning his Levi's, his upper torso bare. He 
gave Don a sneering smile and then glanced arrogantly over his shoulder to 
the mattress on the floor. Beth lay there, apparently asleep, with a single 
sheet pulled modestly up to her chin. Next to her, half sitting and half 
lying, was the other man, naked. He was awake and sitting leaned against the 
wall, arms behind his head. He gave Don a long, cool, appraising look, as if 
to say "I dare you to do something about it!" 

"How are you feeling, Mr. Draper?" Tom asked. 

"Not too bad, I guess," Don answered, "considering you bastards gave us 
drugged wine. I want to know what the hell is going on around here, and just 
when you plan to let us leave." Don's rage was aroused, seeing his naked 
wife at the mercy of yet another pair of these crazed sex fiends. He thought 
he might as well play tough with them, despite the disadvantage at which 
they had him and his family. There had to be some way to get away from them, 
one of these people must certainly have a shred of compassion left. The 
thing was to find out which one of this weird group could be touched. Till 
then, everything that happened to him and his family would have to be 
endured as best it could. Whatever happened, he couldn't let himself get 
discouraged. Somehow, he must have a family conference and discuss plans. 
They would have to watch for an opportunity to escape, and if they could 
persuade one of their captors to aid them, they would be that much farther 
ahead. 

Tom simply shrugged his young, well-muscled shoulders at Don's outburst. The 
rage in Don's voice didn't affect him in the slightest. Instead, he looked 
at Don and said, "Why don't you wake her up, Mr. Draper? We'll go away arid 
let you two alone for a while." 

"Oh, that's nice of you," Don replied, sarcastically. "How about something 
decent to eat, while you're playing considerate host? Christ, rape my wife 
and daughter, lock us up, drug our wine, force us into unnatural sex acts. 
Why don't you people try behaving like ordinary human beings for a while? 
Get us some food, for God's sake - none of us has had a damn thing to eat 
since this morning. That's not counting our picnic lunch, interrupted by 
your rape artist friends!" Don snarled angrily. 

"Yeah, okay, man. Just be cool about it," Jeff yawned lazily. "We aren't 
going to starve you to death." 

As Don leaned down to wake his wife, Jeff slowly pulled himself upright and 
got off the mattress, leaning down to get his clothing. Beth was sleeping so 
soundly that Don had to shake her hard to wake her up. God, this is 
unbelievable! Lying bare-ass naked with two other guys and she's sleeping 
heavily like she was safe in her own bed at home! Beth whimpered a little, 
coming out of her deep doze, and stretched luxuriously as she slowly 
returned to reality. Her movements exposed the fullness of her fullness 
delectable breasts, which popped out from under the thin sheet. Don gazed at 
the twin globes, perfect and firm, which thrust themselves so deliciously 
and unexpectedly into his sight. Immediately, Beth pulled the cover back 
over herself, realizing that a roomful of people was eyeing her unclad body. 
Don couldn't suppress a grin. After all that had happened to them that 
torrid afternoon and insane evening, his wife still had her modesty firmly 
intact! 

As soon as she realized where she was, Beth recalled the events of the past 
few hours very well. Strangely, she felt no remorse, in fact, she couldn't 
remember ever feeling so good, or more contented after being fucked half 
senseless, and this puzzled her. After all, these two men had forced her to 
commit sexual acts she would never have dreamed of doing with anyone! And 
after the terrible things that had been done to her and Sandy during that 
afternoon, hours ago - why didn't she feel ashamed? 

As soon as Sal and the two men had left the room, carefully locking the door 
behind them, Don spoke sharply to his wife. 

"What the hell went on in here?" he snapped. 

"Why . . . what do you mean, honey?" Beth hedged. 

"I mean the look on your face and your bare ass in bed with those two 
assholes, that's what I mean," Don raged. 

"There wasn't any ... I didn't know what else to do, Don," Beth replied 
timidly. How could she explain to this jealous husband of hers, this man she 
had lived with all these years, that she'd found sexual satisfaction in the 
lewd embrace of total strangers? That she'd actually enjoyed, tremendously, 
participating in the obscene act of two men fucking her and cumming in her 
mouth and cunt at the same time! Her own husband had never been able to 
arouse her like that! God, how can I ever enjoy normal sex again? she 
questioned herself. 

"Nothing you could do!" Don exploded. "Have you ever thought of saying no? A 
goddamn cold bitch ever since I married you, and then you spread your legs 
and fuck like a whore in heat for total strangers!" 

"Don, I was afraid they might kill us all!" Beth cringed, "And Sandy, I 
didn't know where she was, or what they might be doing to you and Jamey." 

Don had to check his mounting rage at his wife's infidelities, for suddenly 
the door opened, and Sal entered, carrying a tray on which there were 
various dishes of food. "I've brought you something to eat, I'll just leave 
it here," she said nonchalantly. "You might as well get some sleep after 
you've eaten," she continued, "This room is where you'll be until we decide 
what we're going to do with you." With that, she set the tray on the floor, 
and departed, turning the key in the lock with a sound of finality. 

"Well, hell, we might as well eat something," Don said tersely. "I'll get 
you to tell me what happened later. We've got to figure out how to get out 
of here first." He turned his attention to the tray of food, and was 
surprised that the offering was decent enough. Thick, creamy slices of 
coarse homemade bread with a nicely browned, chewy crust, spread generously 
with butter, a small dish of cherry tomatoes, several hard-boiled eggs, and 
the halves of a luscious-looking melon. The two of them silently helped 
themselves, hungrily devouring the appetizing food and for the moment 
putting aside thoughts of the predicament they and their children were in. 

 Chapter Five 

Sandy and Jamey awakened almost simultaneously, ashamedly averting their 
eyes from each other's naked bodies as the strong summer sunlight streamed 
across the bed where they lay, through the room's one high, old-fashioned 
window. It was Sandy who spoke first, to cover her embarrassment. 

"Oh, look, Jamey," she pointed from where she lay toward the carved wooden 
dresser. "Someone has brought something for us to eat. I'm starved, aren't 
you?" she chattered quickly. 

Jamey, too, was embarrassed to meet his sister's eyes. As drunk with the 
wine as he had been last night, sitting with the woman Sal watching his 
sister being fucked out of her skull by their own father, while she 
jacked-off two other men's cocks until they had cum all over her naked tits. 
He knew what he had watched was a total perversion of everything he had been 
taught in his life. Rather than try to sort out the meaning of those lewd 
sights, he let his attention be diverted by Sandy's light talk. Truth 
telling, he, too, was ravenously hungry and the thought of food made his 
stomach growl. 

"Don't look, okay?" Sandy said. "I'm going to put my clothes on." She felt a 
little silly, after all, he was her brother, and after what he'd seen her 
performing last night it seemed ridiculous to be so modest. Still, Sandy had 
been raised in a strict family and no matter what had happened last night, 
her habits were not to be broken in a brief twenty-four hours. 

"Sure, don't worry," Jamey assented. He turned his head to look at the wall 
while his sister quickly gathered her clothes, putting them on over her 
still semen-streaked body. 

"Okay, I'm ready," she said, "Now you get dressed, Jamey. I won't look, 
either," she added, getting up to go look out of the window to allow her 
brother to put on his clothes. 

Jamey wasted no time in putting on his clothes, and the two teenagers made 
short work of the wholesome food left there on the tray for them. 

"These people must be vegetarians," Jamey remarked, rapidly devouring hunks 
of delicious homemade bread. 

"Oh, do you think so?" asked his sister, idly. 

"Sure, that goes along with this whole scene, if you ask me," her brother 
continued. Too hungry for conversation, the brother and sister rapidly 
finished off every morsel of the food on the tray. 

"I wonder what we should do, Jamey," 

Sandy said. "Should we try to get out? I wonder where Mom and Dad are." 

"Let's just wait and see what happens," Jamey cautioned, "These people seem 
kind of crazy. I think we'd better just play along until we find out where 
Mom and Dad are. Then we can figure out a way to get away from here." 

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the female figure of Jamey's domineering 
lover of the night before came into the room. 

"Oh, uh, good morning," Jamey said awkwardly, averting his eyes. He felt a 
hot blush of shame rush up his cheeks, thinking of his masculine weakness in 
the face of this woman's insatiable sexual demands on his virile young body 
the night before. 

The woman did not seem at all perturbed, and it was evident from her body 
stance and determined behavior that she had the situation well in hand. 
"It's going to be hot today," she said by way of an opening remark, "We're 
all going swimming and you're going with us." 

Sandy sat mute, watching this strong woman who barred their way to freedom. 
Oh my God, I hope no one ever finds out that another woman licked my pussy 
and I liked it! Her delicate little cunt lips contracted involuntarily 
beneath their softly curling pubic fuzz, as Sandy thought of this obscene 
woman's lascivious tongue licking hotly up between her widespread thighs. 
Sandy clamped her legs tightly together, as though she expected the woman to 
demand a repeat of the performance right here and now. She felt weak at the 
thought! 

"What about our parents?" Jamey demanded, some of his masculine courage 
returning to him. 

"They'll be along, too," Sal assured him. "Let's go, we have to walk about 
half a mile to the creek." 

The bright sunlight hit Don like a blow, as he and Beth were led outside by 
their captors Tom and Jeff. He was relieved to see Sandy and Jamey already 
there, apparently unharmed, waiting with the big woman and the men known as 
Cherokee and Raoul. Where the other man and woman had gone, Don had no idea. 
There was no sigh of them in the house and they weren't in evidence outside, 
either. It was the first opportunity the Drapers had had to view their 
prison in daylight. The whole place had a rundown, unkempt look, though at 
the back of the - house they could see an obviously well-tended truck 
garden, perhaps an acre in size. Must be where the vegetables and fruit come 
from, Don assumed. Chickens could be heard near the rickety old barn located 
at the rear and several hundred yards from the farmhouse. Rusted old farm 
parts were heaped around the barn entrance. Probably a pretty good farm in 
the old days, Don thought to himself. He had no further time for inspection 
of their surroundings, however, as with a jerk of his head Raoul indicated 
the direction in which they were to follow. As the oddly assorted group set 
out, Don kept his eyes open for a chance to plot a means of escape with his 
family. 

The group walked single file up a narrow, deeply grooved trail, which had 
probably been made by deer or some other animals on their way to water. The 
grass was burned dry by the scorching summer heat, and shimmered under the 
relentless noonday sun. Ahead of them, the Draper family could see how the 
ground sloped downward slightly, and the sight of the rocky creek bed with 
its narrow margin of green vegetation was welcome to their sexually sullied 
bodies. They'd had no opportunity whatsoever to bathe away the sexual odors 
and stains clinging to their obscenely used limbs, and the thought of the 
cooling, cleansing water hurried them on without protest. 

Beth and Sandy retired to a small thicket to remove their clothing, not far 
enough away to shut off the sounds of snickers at their modesty coming from 
their male captors. Don was incensed at this lewd rudeness, but kept his 
anger to himself for the time being. With a look of warning at his son, he 
stripped himself as the four other men were doing, his son doing the same. 
Sal had already flung off her flowing robe, exposing her voluminous, yet 
actually voluptuous body, to the gaze of all. She was already in the water y 
and called out to Beth and her daughter. 

"You can come out now. We all know what you look like so you might as well 
jump in and cool off!" Sal yelled, her enormous breasts bobbing and floating 
heavily on the surface of the water in front of her. 

Her commanding tone and attitude made Don's blood boil, and he wondered how 
such a woman could gain so much control over them. She and Raoul were the 
obvious leaders of this crazy band of fugitives. They would be the ones to 
be careful of in planning an escape. He didn't doubt they would not hesitate 
to kill someone. Don and his son entered the water, their parched and 
sweat-stained bodies reacting for an instant at the unexpected coldness. 
Jesus, Don felt his balls contracting as he walked forward further into the 
water, occasionally stumbling on the rocky bottom. He-ducked under the 
surface, coming up and shaking the water off his face like a dog. The pool 
wasn't really large enough to swim in more than a couple of strokes, so he 
contented himself with letting his body half-float in the refreshing water. 

Beth and Sandy left the barely-concealing cover of bushes where they had 
undressed and self-consciously walked down to the natural pool's edge, aware 
of the approving glances of their male and female captors gazing openly at 
every intimate part of their bodies. Even Don felt a curious pride looking 
at his wife and daughter's sensuously-formed feminine curves. It made him 
angry that they should be on display for these sex maniacs to enjoy, but at 
least now that they were all together again maybe between him and Jamey any 
repeat sexual performances could be prevented. He was sick and tired of 
having his family treated like group property! 

Once Sandy and Beth had entered the water and immersed their bodies, Don 
began to slowly and casually edge his way toward them. Three of the men had 
gotten out, and were sitting on large boulders sunning themselves as the 
drifting bodies of the others moved about in the water before them. 

The refreshing water was having a bracing effect on all of the Drapers. The 
exhaustion caused by the terrible scenes of the night before and the drugged 
wine was giving way to a tingling feeling in their bodies. Playfully, the 
family began to splash water at each other, boisterously joined by Sal and 
Raoul, who had remained in the water. Sandy and Beth became more excited as 
the horse-play continued, and Beth's beautiful breasts bobbed temptingly for 
all to see as she joined in the vigorous sport. It angered Don to see his 
wife and daughter so oblivious to the obvious sexual temptations they were 
flaunting in the sight of these men. He reluctantly continued splashing but 
his jealousy was mounting. For Christ's sake, in one night his wife and 
daughter had been transformed into wanton, sex-starved women by these hairy 
bastards! 

Sandy was having so much fun she never gave a thought to her father's lewd 
embrace last night. Suddenly, she was seized from behind by her first lover 
from this strange group, Cherokee. He slipped his hand between her legs, and 
brought the other one up in front to fondle her breasts. Afraid her father 
would see the lewd hold Cherokee had on her body, Sandy attempted to wriggle 
free from his grip. His grip tightened, and using his expertly placed hold 
on her, levered her body forward so that she was on her stomach in the 
water. He raised her buttocks so that her naked little ass-cheeks were 
exposed and the cold water trickled down the crevice between them. It was a 
humiliating position, and Sandy could see that her father had caught a 
glance of what was going on, though he was on the other side of the swimming 
hole with the splashing group between them. Cherokee forced her legs apart 
with his strong arm and Sandy's face burned with shame because she knew he 
was staring at the tiny puckered lips of her ass-hole. Desperately seeking a 
chance to get away from him, Sandy moaned that she was getting cold. 
Laughing at her predicament, Cherokee flipped her upright onto her feet 
again, her back to him, and pressed his own aroused cock into the smooth 
little crevice between her asscheeks. 

"I'll make you warm again," his voice whispered suggestively in her little 
pink shell-like ear. 

He nudged her lewdly and playfully toward the shore with his cold and 
velvety cock as they waded out of the water. As their bodies left the pool a 
weak, melting sensation made Sandy's vagina clench inward up between her 
thighs and her stomach tightened at the thought of Cherokee's cock taking 
advantage of her today as it had yesterday. She was quite sure, now, that 
all his horseplay would lead to her being fucked crazy again. 

Sandy picked her way carefully over the stones, and eventually she and her 
insistent lover reached a grassy patch a little upstream from the rest of 
the group. Cherokee pushed her down into a sitting position and dropped down 
beside her. Taking her in his arms, he fondled her young breasts, as he 
pressed his moist lips to her little rosebud mouth and hungrily probed into 
it with his thick lusting tongue. His sudden sex play took Sandy off guard, 
and she felt her body grown hot with desire to respond to a man as she had 
never done before in her short life. She sucked hungrily at his tongue, 
holding his kiss for a long time. Her body began to tremble at each thrust 
of his strong tongue, which completely filled the cavity of her mouth. Her 
own tongue began to respond, hesitantly at first as it went in and out and 
touched his. God, the motions of his tongue feel like he's fucking my mouth 
with his cock like Raoul did yesterday! 

She began circling and licking his mouth frantically with her little tongue 
and the blood in her body surged through her, creating a shameless desire 
for his cock to be deep up inside her belly again. Panting, she pressed 
herself against him, mashing her firmly sloping young breasts against his 
naked chest as his experienced hands teased at her, squeezing her buttocks 
and running his fingers down to touch her excitedly fluttering cunt lips. 
Wriggling with uncontrollable delight, Sandy shamelessly drew her knees up 
toward her stomach, begging for fulfillment with her exposed cunt. Her lover 
continued to arouse her with his tormenting combination of thrusting tongue 
and tickling fingers and Sandy's cunt could not hold back a trickle of 
moisture aroused by her passion. Suddenly, Cherokee wormed his middle-finger 
straight up into her tight little cunt hole, and began to finger-fuck her 
remorselessly. The incredibly pleasurable sensation made Sandy mewl with 
cries of delight as he pressed her down flat on her back onto the grass. He 
was breathing heavily, and his well-proportioned body was sweating freely as 
the hot sun poured down on their nakedly heaving flesh. Withdrawing his 
finger from her cunt, slippery now with Sandy's heated vaginal lubricants, 
Cherokee kneeled between her legs, lowering his body to put his cock into 
her vagina just far enough to hold it there. Then his hands continued their 
fondling of her breasts, pinching her taut nipples. Sandy was frantic from 
his teasing, she dared not move for fear of dislodging his barely inserted 
penis. Her cunt clasped and re-clasped in uncontrolled rapidity, trying to 
suck his organ fully up into her hotly waiting little pussy. Cherokee 
continued his merciless sexual teasing, the bulbous tip of his cock holding 
her sucking cunt passage open as the young girl tossed her head in frantic 
anticipation under him. She was more than ready for it, saliva was flecking 
the corners of her mouth as she was stroked to a state of desire that almost 
drove her out of her mind! 

"You're wonderful, oh God, don't tease me any more!" she begged, hoarse with 
frantic lust, "Ram it into me, I can't stand it!" 

"It's coming, baby," Cherokee crooned to her. He smiled to himself in 
anticipation of filling her tight little cunt with his massive cock again. 
Shifting position, he flexed his hips and settled his loins between her 
widespread thighs and got ready to get down to the business of fucking her, 
no more teasing! Her cunt was begging to be fucked and her pelvis quivered 
in maddening anticipation! With a sudden cunt-splitting thrust, Cherokee 
plunged the entire length of his throbbing cock hardness up into her pussy 
flesh, driving his rod all the way up into her soft little belly. 

"Uhhhh!" Sandy groaned. She had wanted it, had begged for it, but she was so 
stretched from her fucking the day and night before his sawing cock brought 
a slight discomfort to her cunt lips! "Cherokee, you're hurting me!" she 
screamed. The pressure was really terrible, her pussy felt like it was on 
fire. In spite of her freely flowing cunt liquids, her pussy was still 
tender and the passage-filling cock stretched her agonizingly apart up 
between her thighs. She wanted to be fucked so bad she could taste it in her 
throat but she just couldn't stand it another minute! 

"Ooooh, God, wait! Wait a minute, Cherokee, please!" 

Impatiently, Cherokee halted his lunging cock thrusts for a few seconds, his 
hardened rod deep inside the young girl's vagina flexing with insistent 
pulsating throbs. Suddenly, he jerked his swollen organ from Sandy's aching 
cunt, the sudden relief from the heavily pounding pressure bringing a groan 
of relief to her lips as a wicked little idea formed in her mind. 

"Wait a minute, let me get on my hands and knees and you can fuck me in . . 
. the other place." A weird surge of excitement flared up in her at the 
obscene thought. 

"Hey, baby, you're really gettin' with it now," Cherokee smiled at her 
voluntary idea. 

After a moment's hesitation, Sandy did as she had suggested. She did not 
know how it would feel but she was too sore in her vagina and she had to 
keep him and happy and she really wanted him to be fucked too! But, she was 
glad no member of her family could see her in this obscene position. She had 
guessed all along that these men would not leave her alone sexually and 
while she knew she should dread the continuing sexual use of her body, she 
had never dreamed there were so many exciting ways to have sex. Since she 
had no chance of resistance against any of these men - even her own father - 
she did not have to feel so guilty about what she was doing. She had been 
forced to surrender her body - if she didn't, they would rape her. Or even 
kill her, or her entire family. As everything was all right and she kneeled 
nakedly before Cherokee, the smoothly rounded curves of her smooth young ass 
cheeks waving enticingly before his widely gaping eyes. Nervously, she 
glanced over her shoulder at him as he crouched behind her, hoping he would 
be gentle with her back there. 

Oh, God! The sight of his massive penis poised just inches from the 
perfection of her nakedly curved buttocks made her have second thoughts for 
a moment. But she knew that now she had made the lewd suggestion, he was 
going to put his huge blood-filled hardness up into her tiny, puckered anal 
hole whether she changed her mind or not! The thought of what was sure to be 
the most perverse and thrilling violation yet of the secret recesses of her 
young body caused Sandy to whimper in fearful anticipation. 

"Oh, please, do it easy, Cherokee!" she implored. "I can't stand it too 
quick! It won't fit there right away!" 

"Keep your voice down," Cherokee barked. If her cunt were so tender she 
couldn't take his fucking there, he intended to fuck her in the ass just 
like she had asked him to do it. His mind intent on the lewd satiation he 
was determined to have, he began fingering her tightly quivering ass-hole. 
Pressing his middle fingertip against the rubbery clenched lips of her anus, 
he relentlessly wormed it up inside the virgin tightness of its inner 
recesses. 

"Oooh," the open-mouthed girl cried, "go slow, God, go slow or I can't do 
it!" 

"Make up your mind, baby!" Cherokee said tersely, "It's either in your cunt 
or in your ass. It's all the same to me, because I'm going to fuck the hell 
out of you in one place or another!" 

Sandy twisted her nakedly upraised young buttocks desperately in a helpless 
effort to free her anus for a minute from his hotly worming digit. But 
Cherokee's finger refused to be dislodged from its position tight up in her 
warmly clinging back passage. He could tell she had never been ass-fucked 
before and he grinned to himself with secret delight over the wild new 
sensation she must be experiencing. Breathing harder, he carefully worked a 
second finger up into the instinctively resisting little circle of her 
rectum. 

"Please, please, take your fingers out for a second!" she whimpered, 
"they're too far up inside me!" 

Her cries were ignored and grinning lasciviously in anticipation of his 
forthcoming enjoyment, Cherokee proceeded to tease his finger in and out of 
her back passage, stretching her tight little rectal walls as fully as he 
could to make them spread wider in preparation for the invasion of his 
blood-swollen cock. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her anal lips 
like the popping of a reluctant cork being pulled from a wine bottle. Her 
relief was only momentary, for seconds later he grasped her lovely young 
buttock cheeks one in each hand and pulled them lasciviously open, exposing 
her finger-stretched rectal mouth to the mercy of his lustfully throbbing 
cock. 

Suddenly, he rammed the broad bulbous tip of his penis dead center into her 
rectum. 

"Aaahh, oh God!" Sandy shrilled. She had over-estimated herself and couldn't 
possibly take his hard-on up in her ass. It was much thicker than his 
fingers had been, how could anyone take such an instrument all the way up in 
their rectum? To the inexperienced girl, it seemed a physical impossibility 
that he could penetrate into her rectum any further but she vowed to bear it 
until it began to feel better. 

She moaned as he continued pushing his thick male organ steadily forward 
into her virginal young anal passage. Biting her lip bravely, a silent 
scream formed in her throat - her anus could take no more of his swollen 
rod! 

But there was no escape, he was stretching her open till she felt the skin 
around her anus would split from the pressure. And she must force herself to 
kneel nakedly under him and accept what he was doing to her until his 
perverse lust had been satisfied, otherwise, he would try to fuck her in her 
tender pussy again! And she was so hot she just had to be fucked some way! 

Cherokee could hold back no longer. He didn't care whether he hurt this girl 
or not, his only thoughts were on getting his cock all the way in. 
Deliberately, he fucked into her rectum with longer measured strokes, 
thrusting his pelvis forward and back, pushing in further with each forward 
stroke until finally he had her whole, tightly clinging young asshole 
skewered deeply up on his heavily burgeoning cock buried deep up into her 
rectum. Her nakedly upraised buttocks were flattened hard back against the 
heavy thicket of pubic hairs surrounding the thick root of his cock - she 
was fantastically tight, the smooth rubbery walls of her wide-stretched 
little anal passage clenched around his cock so tightly it felt as if she 
were trying to bite it off with them. Then, he began to fuck her faster, 
plunging his rod deeper and deeper up into her slowly loosening asshole. She 
kept her body bravely clenched, the only way she could bear his heavily 
spearing cock plowing so far up into her rectum. 

Then, suddenly, her soft cries and moans gave way to groans of rising 
pleasure and he could hear her breath catch sharply in her throat. Her body 
relaxed somewhat - she was beginning now to get some pleasure from his lewd 
fucking of her ass! To Sandy, it still felt weird to have a man's cock 
lodged so far up inside her back passage, uncomfortable, but not so bad once 
she relaxed the tension in her rectal muscles. She was actually surprised to 
suddenly find herself raising her nakedly presented buttocks back higher up 
toward him, offering her anus even more fully to this different kind of 
fucking! She grunted aloud and began salacious-ly grinding her widespread 
asscheeks hard back over his deeply impaling cock as he fucked it 
ceaselessly into her. 

"That's better, baby," he panted to her encouragingly. "You really wanted my 
cock fucking your hot little asshole, didn't you?" 

"Ummm, yes," Sandy groaned pleasurably, "Oh God, keep fucking me! It feels 
so good, oh, I can't stop!" Her girlish body was now convulsed with passion, 
and her firm young breasts taut with lustful excitement as they danced 
erotically beneath her chest in time to the lewd fucking she was receiving 
from behind. 

The dirty words that spilled from the lips of the young innocent girl 
excited Cherokee even further. Mounted on her behind like a dog fucking a 
bitch in heat, he rode her till it seemed his throbbing cock would go right 
up through her slender body and come out the top of her head. The thought of 
cumming in her ass drove him to furious fucking thrusts - it wouldn't be 
long before he filled her hot little bowels to the bursting with his hotly 
flowing cum. His orgasm rose up within him, his sperm-bloated testicles 
ached, demanding relief from their heavy load of semen! Then, before he 
could think again, up it came from his release-demanding balls, racing 
through his rock-hard cock and spraying out forcefully up into the fifteen 
year old's hungrily milking rectum, ballooning sensuously outward her entire 
rectal passage with the hotly quaking liquid. 

As he spewed his cum into her with the force of hotly squirting water from a 
fire hose nozzle, Sandy shuddered in delight at the heavily pumping throbs 
of his wildly cumming cock. Then, just as suddenly as it began, he gave a 
final in-fuck deep up inside her desperately working little ass-hole to milk 
out the last remaining drop of his dissipated semen, and she groaned in 
disappointment as his now sperm-drained organ popped wetly out from her 
cum-flooded rectal lips. 

"Oooh," Sandy wailed, "I wanted to cum, too. You didn't make me cum!" 

"So, you really did like it?" Cherokee laughed. "You'll get to cum, little 
girl. I'll make you cum till it's running out your tits, but it'll have to 
wait a while." 

The disappointed girl tried to hide her unsatisfied sexual urge, but 
couldn't keep from watching Cherokee's now-flaccid penis, hanging limply 
between his thighs. Quickly, she looked away again, pressing her own thighs 
together, as lewd thoughts went through her mind. Her pussy was 
uncomfortably hot and she could feel moisture seeping insistently through 
the slit of her cunt lips onto her shapely youthful thighs. Sighing, she lay 
down on the warm earth and closed her eyes, close to the exhausted form of 
her recent lover, and drifted pleasurably under the strong heat of the sun. 

Don had watched his nude daughter disappear out of sight following one of 
their captors and knew that she would undoubtedly be subjected to yet more 
sexual abuse at the hands of these remorseless renegades. My God, what will 
happen next? He was disturbed by Beth's unrestrained playfulness as she 
splashed about with this strange group of people. Her buttocks flashed 
invitingly up out of the water, as she plunged about the pool with the 
others. Each flash was like a suggestive wink and Don speculated it was only 
a matter of time before one of the men would lust to fuck his wife again. He 
didn't have long to wait, for suddenly he spotted Raoul floating on his 
back, his penis erect and pointing stiffly up into the air. 

"Hey, everybody, look at me," Raoul demanded, "I'm a one-masted schooner!" 
Amused by his own lewd reference, he broke into loud whoops of laughter, 
proudly bringing attention to his glistening cock. "I want pussy, I want 
pussy," he chanted, oaring his arms to bring his body closer to Beth, who 
had suddenly ceased to jump around at his determined approach. 

Seeing the sudden sexual intention Raoul had upon his wife, Don began to 
lunge forward through the water, followed by Jamey. "Get your filthy body 
away from my wife, you perverted bastard," Don choked out. 

Suddenly, his progress was halted by the two other men, one grappling him 
around the neck in a quick hammerlock-like grip, the other man on guard, 
warily eyeing Jamey and ready to take him if necessary. 

"You either play along with it, man, or you don't play at all," Tom spat 
menacingly into Don's rage-contorted face. His words carried dangerous 
meaning, and Don let his rigid body muscles relax under the grip of the 
other man, knowing these people wouldn't hesitate to blow his head off. And 
then what hope would Beth and the kids have for rescue? 

"Okay, I get the message," Don retorted. 

"That's fine, man," Tom replied, signaling Jeff to release his hold on the 
older man's body. 

Raoul's lewd chant distressed Beth, but he certainly had her where he wanted 
her. How could she keep up her barrier of disgust, after he had so lewdly 
used her body the day before, and had been defiled by those other two, who 
were watching Raoul's antics with lascivious delight. 

But to be so degraded in front of her own son and husband! It was too much, 
Beth felt weak in the pit of her stomach. Oh, God, whatever he does to me, 
please, not in front of my son and husband! 

Raoul giggled, close to her now, and grabbed her hand and forced her to 
grasp his cool wet organ which jutted arrogantly out from his submerged 
loins in the crystal clear water. Involuntarily, Beth's hand recoiled from 
the touch of the firm wet hardness, but Raoul tightened his fingers in an 
iron grip around her wrist, forcing her shapely slender fingers to stroke 
the already heavily pulsing organ. He floated there, staring at her with a 
look she recognized as meaning only one thing. Despite herself, Beth could 
not suppress a sudden coursing of hot blood through her naked body. Flashes 
of embarrassment charged through her as she was forced to masturbate this 
hairy creature's lust-hardened penis under the incredulous gaze of her son 
and husband. 

As she steadily stroked Raoul's massive rod, he dropped the iron grip on her 
wrist, and thrust his arm under water, bringing his hand up between Beth's 
submerged thighs. His lewd intrusion made her gasp with surprise, but she 
dared not stop fondling his blood-engorged cock. Quickly, he forced her 
upper thighs apart slightly, and then slithered his middle finger full 
length up to the palm of his hand into her nakedly exposed cunt. 

"Oh, please, not in front of my family, not in front of all these people!" 
Beth whispered desperately. 

"Fuck these people," Raoul whispered in her ear. "Because that's what I'm 
going to do to you, fuck you silly and you're going to pretend you like it 
or I'll cut your husband's balls off." 

His obvious crude intentions brought tears to Beth's eyes and she felt hot 
all over, the cool water in which they were standing doing nothing to 
relieve her anxiety. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to the slit in the top of 
his throbbing penis, which surged in her softly massaging hand like a thing 
alive. Her strokes had brought forth a glistening drop, which winked and 
glistened obscenely at her from the top of his enormous cock-head. Seeing, 
through the clearness of the water, her hand doing such an action was 
unbelievable! God, she had never even touched another man but her husband 
there before! 

Raoul's invading hand had continued its relentless work on her cunt, and 
uneasily and against her will Beth could feel the outer lips of her pussy 
flutter and pulsate around his teasingly sinking middle finger. Her cunt 
juices began to flow beneath the water, coating the maddeningly teasing male 
finger which obscenely tickled at the tip of her cervix. She shifted her 
body weight from one leg to another in her rising excitement. 

"You're so ready," Raoul panted hoarsely, "let go of my cock or you'll make 
me shoot it off right here in the river." 

Pulling his cunt-moistened finger from Beth's vagina, he stood up, pressing 
his body against hers from behind. A thrill of lewd desire coursed through 
Beth's body, she had to admit she wanted to be satisfied, her obscenely 
betraying cunt was wild with unsatisfied sexual arousal. His penis pressed 
hotly into her buttock crevice, seeking entry into her body. He stroked her 
water-firmed breasts, burying his greedy lips into the side of her neck. A 
wanton need to be fucked dictated both their actions. Unresistingly, Beth 
let herself be guided to dry land, so aroused by the man's caresses and her 
absolute helplessness to resist the details of her surroundings were lost in 
a lustful haze. Her body swayed in his grasp, her behavior was out of her 
control as though she were drunk. 

"I want your cock in me," Beth heard a voice saying this as though from 
someone else's mouth. Startled, she realized she was spread out on the grass 
on her back splaying her legs wide open in lewd invitation, and she hadn't 
even been aware of lying down! Her curl-fringed cunt throbbed in pinkly 
glistening invitation, and she moaned, sinking back into blissful submission 
to lustful desire! "Come on Raoul," her soft voice urged, "I'm ready for you 
to put it in between my thighs!" Frantically she strained her legs even 
wider, aching to lure that heavily throbbing cock deep up into her wetly 
hungering pussy. 

Raoul kneeled down between her widespread thighs, holding his obscenely 
throbbing penis in one hand. Stroking it excitedly, he guided the 
blood-engorged tip to the soft, hair-rimmed lips of her feverish pussy. 
Using his bulbous-cock-head to part her pussy curls, he used it to stroke 
her cunt lips until they released even greater wetness in preparation for 
his entry. Breathing hard, he teasingly worked the tip of it a short way up 
into her eagerly clasping cuntal slit. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried, her hips grinding desperately around in the grass 
as she lewdly began to slide her buttocks forward seeking to slither her 
pussy walls full length up onto his impaling rod. 

"Oh, don't tease me please, please, do it to me," came from the panting lips 
of the once-average suburban housewife. My God, how she'd changed from 
yesterday afternoon! This must be like going through sex therapy! Only she'd 
never heard of women going through sex therapy, only men. Whatever this 
strange situation was, it was certainly making a permanent change in her 
sexual attitude! 

Don watched with impotent rages while his wife lay with her legs spread open 
like a five-dollar whore on the small patch of grass at the creek's edge. He 
could not believe that Beth, his modest, sexually frigid bed partner of all 
these years, was now wantonly pleading with some hairy freak to fuck her. 
She had never even cum with him! What happened to her, what had these 
maniacs done to her? Could it be that the effects of the drugged wine still 
had some hold on her brain? It must be something like that, to turn his 
frigid-cunted wife into a cock-hungry nympho. In fact, there was 
unmistakable evidence that Beth was actually enjoying being fucked by these 
renegades. He could hardly believe it. 

The three other members of the group seemed to be paying little attention to 
the degrading scene going on in full view on the shore. Don could see they 
were keeping an eye on him and Jamey though, even though they were 
nonchalant about actually maintaining a strict guard over them. Don wondered 
if all these people were loyal to each other. Probably not, he was certain 
if he offered one of them a high enough price he could get him'- or her - to 
betray the rest of their group. But how to put his theory to the test? 
Although he and Jamey were outnumbered, it might be possible to overpower 
them - he hadn't noticed any evidence of guns after they'd arrived last 
night. The only guns he'd seen were weapons Raoul and Cherokee had pulled 
when they'd kidnapped them yesterday afternoon. 

Jamey drifted close to his father, a look of extreme concern on his 
otherwise young, unwrinkled face. 

"Have you got any ideas, Dad?" he asked softly. 

"Yeah, I think so," Don shot a quick look to see whether their voices 
carried over the water to the three aimlessly floating gang members. They 
didn't seem to be paying any attention to Don's low-voiced comments to his 
son. 

Don lowered his voice even further. "Listen," he said to Jamey, "I think 
I've got an idea for getting us out of here." 

Even if a means of escape had presented itself at the moment to Beth Draper, 
she would have been in no position to take advantage of it. She was too far 
gone to notice what was going on around her. She didn't even notice when the 
man named Jeff had come up out of the water to stand over her naked, 
sweat-glistening body to watch the lewd scene, her moans for Raoul to "do it 
to her" had thoroughly aroused Jeff as well, and he. wasn't going to let his 
comrade have the best of everything. 

Raoul was smiling to himself in anticipation of fulfilling his deepened 
lust. Damn, she had a nice cock-devouring cunt for an older chick, and he 
teased her until she was begging him to fuck her! Yes, now she was ready, 
all his! His deliberate slow baring of her never before sexual lusts had 
been worth the chance they'd taken kidnapping a whole family. He was aching 
to thrust his bulging cock deep into her womanly cunt and get his load off 
right away, but he had held back, teasing her to near craziness. He'd seen a 
few woman so savagely desperate for cock and by God, she was crying for it, 
trying to suck it into herself by tightening and nibbling away at the head 
of it with her pussy lips. He'd keep her begging for it until she was so hot 
he could fuck her any way he wanted or he could do anything else he wanted 
with her. 

"Tell me what you want, Mrs. All-American Housewife!" he teased her, "You 
got to tell me you want some lovin'." 

Beth's need was so great she never hesitated. Eagerly, the vulgar words 
poured out of her. 

"Raoul, fuck me! I want you to fuck me, put it in me, quickly! Can't you see 
I'm going crazy?" 

Red hot needles of pain shot through the tightly cramped muscles of her 
legs, but she felt nothing as Raoul at last pressed his pelvis forward and 
permitted her to suck his blood-gorged cock up into her moistly waiting 
vagina. As the lust-bloated tip pushed upward into her hungrily throbbing 
pussy, he drove the rest of the shaft upward until her vaginal walls were 
incredibly stuffed and filled almost to the bursting with the thickly 
pressuring sensation of the hugely burrowing rod. Her inner cunt walls were 
well-lubricated by her natural fluid, and the thick male organ slid in 
easily. Being so totally filled with his virile male cock-flesh was the most 
wonderful feeling she'd ever had, the ultimate in sexual sensation! 

Raoul fucked salaciously in and out, making his balls slap resoundingly 
against her wide-spread ass-cheeks. Pausing a few seconds, he flexed his 
cock deep inside her. Beth groaned softly as his cock tip brushed her cervix 
upward. She loved it, her whole pussy was filled, and his enormous young 
cock was lodged up inside her belly as far as it would go! 

Raoul steadied himself over her with his hands, fucking deeply and 
rhythmically into her open belly. His balls felt heavier and heavier as he 
continued his driving plunges, he had to spew out his semen or burst. He 
felt he couldn't hold back another second! 

"Oh, keep doing that," Beth urged him on, her lovely face contorted in 
ecstasy, "Harder, all the way up in me!" 

Raoul needed no further encouragement, fucking into her now with 
sledge-hammer strokes. His cock shaft slid in and out with a moist, obscene 
sucking sound. Its entire length shone in the sunlight with wetly glistening 
cunt fluids as he plunged it rhythmically in and out of her feverishly 
clasping vagina. 

"Ummm, ummm, ummm," Beth chanted mindlessly. Beads of perspiration trickled 
down her forehead as she labored with her entire body to get the utmost 
pleasure from this near stranger's fucking of her nakedly spread body. She 
was so far gone into this wild scene that her wide open unseeing eyes did 
not immediately notice Jeff standing over their nude smacking bodies, his 
lean hips thrust forward, his immense organ swollen and jutting obscenely 
out from his hairy loins. As her eyes slowly focused, she suddenly noticed 
that he had taken his bobbing prick into his hand, giving it slow, even 
pulls above her desperately jerking body. She could see the bluish veins 
standing out on his tight stretched cock skin, and watched a tiny drop of 
moisture ooze from the opening tip of the lust-swollen head. Her buttocks 
never ceased gyrating as she moaned and ground them up higher to open her 
pussy wider to Raoul's heavy ass-smacking thrusts. The reddish-purple cock 
above her face became a blur in her eyes, as the young man stroked himself 
faster and faster toward cumming. Beth never in her wildest imaginings 
thought that she would ever be more than the helpless target for the hotly 
squirting semen of total strangers! Or that one would pump his thick stream 
of male love juices deep up into her belly while another man watched, 
fucking his hand until his hotly spewing cum sprayed out all over her naked 
tits and face! 

Never mind, she wanted it, she wanted to make men cum for her, she wanted 
them to know that she knew how to fuck like a real woman! 

 Chapter Six 

"Cherokee?" Sandy spoke softly, "Cherokee, could I talk to you a minute?" 

"Mramm, what?" Cherokee mumbled, wiping sleep away with one hand, "What'd 
you say?" 

"Cherokee, would you like to have a lot of money?" Sandy ventured bravely. 

"Sure, Baby, anybody'd like to have a lot of money," he answered, looking at 
her quizzically. "Got any ideas in mind how I could lay my hands on some?" 

"Listen, Cherokee, I want to go home. My mother and father and my brother, 
we all want to get away from here," she persisted, "If you help us, my 
father will pay you. I know he will. He's not rich, but he will be fair with 
you and give you as much as he can. Besides, you could come over and fuck my 
mother and I as often as you like if you're close by anytime." 

"I'd love that, baby, but you don't know what you're asking," Cherokee 
snorted, "Raoul, if he got wind of it, he'd put me away before he did you!" 

"Oh, please, how will we ever get away from here!" cried Sandy despairingly. 
"You've got to help us!" 

Cherokee fell silent for a few minutes, staring long and hard at the young 
girl's earnestly pleading face. 

"Okay. I'll do it," he said tersely, "I've been waiting for a chance to blow 
this scene anyway. Some friends of mine have a place where I can crash till 
I figure out where I want to head. Leave the whole scene to me. You be cool, 
you can tell your folks, but they gotta be cool, too. We'll never leave here 
alive if Raoul figures out what's happening." 

Inwardly, Sandy heaved a huge sigh of relief. Oh God, to be going home, to 
be normal again! She would never be the same innocent fifteen-year-old 
teenager just going on a trip with her parents that she had been when they'd 
started out, that's for sure! 

"We might as well get going," Cherokee interrupted her thoughts, "Sooner we 
get back to the house, the quicker we can get the hell out of here." 

Nodding in assent, Sandy stood up to follow him back to the swimming hole. 

Don thought there wasn't anything else these creeps could do to shock him 
any more than he already was, when suddenly the full-bodied figure of Sal 
walked slowly toward him through the water. She flung her head up and gave 
him a steady challenging look right in the eyes, causing Don to wonder what 
the hell she had in mind. 

"I want you, Mr. Draper," she said, simply and directly. 

"Wha . . . What the hell?" was all Don could gasp out. 

"You're going to put your cock in me, old man," she sneered. 

"You're out of your mind!" Don shouted, "You can't make me fuck you!" 

"You'll do it," Sal retorted coolly, "Because we'll make you do it." With 
that comment, she boldly reached out her arm and cupped Don's balls, 
squeezing them meaningfully. 

He raised his hand to slug her, but quickly changed his mind, seeing Tom 
bearing down on him close behind the arrogant Sal. Don's humiliation was 
enormous, as the big woman led him slowly out of the water, keeping a firm 
grip on his scrotum. It made him fume, this disgusting, Lesbian-acting woman 
leading him around like a little puppy-dog, telling him, no, ordering him, 
to fuck her. 

"Keep standing," she directed, kneeling in front of him at the same time. 

What else could Don do but obey the imperious commands of this domineering 
woman? It was a moment of supreme humiliation for him, and his feeling 
mounted as the woman took his limp cock in one hand, and without taking it 
into her mouth, began to slowly stroke and lick it into erectness. His prick 
seemed to have a mind of its own! Under Sal's sure fingers and expertly 
flicking tongue, it began to swell. Sal leaned back to admire her work, 
continuing to stroke the saliva-moistened cock-head until it was a dull 
reddish color. She could see that her sexual expertise had stirred Don's 
desire against his rational will. Immensely pleased with herself, she let go 
of his cock and lay down on her side, admiring her handiwork. 

"Mmmmmm," she murmured suggestively, "What's that?" She lazily batted at 
Don's passion lengthened hardness. "Thought I couldn't make it get up, 
didn't you?' she taunted. "I swear, all men are alike. It's all they ever 
think of!" 

Then she rolled over on her back, spreading her well-formed thighs in the 
ancient obscene position of woman welcoming man into her cunt. Roughly, she 
pulled Don down on top of her. Stunned, he found himself groping to fuck as 
brutally as he could into this revoltingly behaving woman. He wanted to hurt 
her. Savagely, he rammed aside the lips of her openly spread vagina, 
plunging heavily up into her with the fully-rounded tip of his male 
cock-head. His thrusts were as deep as he could make them, stroking hard 
along the whole length of her moistly demanding vaginal tunnel. As he 
plunged into her with the rock-hard length of his cock Don could feel her 
cunt loosening and flaring wide up inside, relaxing to receive every inch of 
his lustfully pistoning hardness. He wasn't hurting her at all! She even 
liked his savage fucking! 

Don fucked on and on, wracking the depths of this domineering woman's hotly 
streaming pussy again and again. Sal squirmed delightedly underneath him, 
churning wildly, reveling in her power over men and the fact that she had 
complete sexual control over him! She could take everything he or any man 
had to give! 

The sheer raw humiliation of the act was so fantastic that Don thought he 
was going out of his mind. He wanted to pull all the way out of her, but 
then he would find himself fucking back into her pussy again, splitting her 
slippery cunt walls wide with his cock until it hit the bottom of her 
cervix. He had been trying to punish her with the power of his male cock, 
instead, God! The pressure in his cum-bloated balls built with each new 
drive into her tightly clinging pussy. He knew he could not hold his orgasm 
back very much longer. He buffeted her body with his pile-driving thrusts, 
driving his thick cock into her so deeply his balls slapped repeatedly 
against her ass-cheeks. Then suddenly, his organ leaped convulsively inside 
her and the white hot sperm spewed out from his cock-tip, mingling with 
Sal's own hotly flowing orgasmic fluids, bathing her demanding aroused cunt 
in white-hot male liquid. She held him as he kept fucking her, until her 
greedily clasping cunt had milked the last drop from him, releasing him only 
after his drained spent cock began to deflate and become flaccid once again. 

Withdrawing, Don flung his body off full-length to one side, heaving with 
exhaustion and mixed emotions. Never, in all of his life, had he ever 
dreamed a woman would call the tune for sex! 

Suddenly, Raoul let out a joyful whoop, as Cherokee and Sandy came into 
sight, returning to the swimming hole after their private sexual excursion. 

"Did ya get a little of that hot little cunt again?" he yelled vulgarly. 

"What do you think," Cherokee answered, "Hey, man, let's go get some wine. 
I've had it with swimming today," he continued, maneuvering Raoul's thought 
onto a new track. 

"Yeah, man!" Raoul crowed, "Wine, wine, wine, we can have fun anytime!" 
Laughing, he jumped to his feet, slapping Beth's naked buttocks. "Come on, 
let's go," he ordered. 

Thank God, at least maybe we'll have a few minutes away from these sex 
freaks Beth sighed to herself. Obediently, she followed Raoul into the 
water, across the creek to the bank. Gathering her own clothes, and her 
daughter's, she started walking back up the trail with the rest of the group 
straggling behind. 

The dim cool of the house was a welcome relief after the return walk. Even 
in late afternoon, the dry hillsides retained the day's heat, and Beth felt 
as though they'd never gone swimming after the long hike through the parched 
grass to the farmhouse. Who would ever believe this incredible scene she and 
her family presented at this moment? Raped and humiliated by fiendish 
strangers, captives, and here they all were, stripped naked in front of 
these monsters. It made her feel faint. 

Raoul and his friends began gulping down huge swigs of their peculiar home 
brew, pressing the bottle on to the members of the Draper family. 
Remembering last night, and the effect this wine had had on him, Don 
pretended to drink, but actually only let the strange sweet liquid barely 
touch his tongue. As the bottle went around to Beth and Sandy, he shot them 
a warning glance. Neither drank deeply, he could tell that at a glance. 
Thank God - maybe these assholes will get so drunk they'll pass out, he 
hoped fervently. Jamey, too, was wise to the dangers in that 
strangely-compelling liquor, pretending like his father to drink but let his 
mouthful spill back into the bottle. 

The wine was having obvious effects on their captors. Their speech was 
becoming somewhat slurred, and their eyes began to show a distant 
glazed-over look, though they were a long way from total oblivion. Sandy was 
becoming alarmed, for it seemed Cherokee had totally forgotten his promise 
to her. As far as she could tell, he was getting as drunk as the rest of 
them. God, what will we do now? This just can't go on and on forever, she 
thought desperately. 

Sal interrupted the horrible drunken scene, much to the Draper's relief. 
Holding her hand over a huge yawn, she made a move to leave the room. 

"Come upstairs with me," Sal ordered Beth and Sandy. "You take care of my 
man there and the kid," she said to Raoul. "Come on. I want some sleep." 

At this new development, Don's thoughts for escape sank. With Beth and Sandy 
separated from him, how in the hell could they make their getaway? He didn't 
have long to wait for an answer. Stumbling toward him, for all appearances 
dead drunk, Cherokee slumped to a heap beside Don and Jamey on the living 
room floor. 

"Just play along with us, man," he winked at Don. 

What the hell is going on? Suddenly, it dawned on Don that this evidently 
drunk character was not as drunk as he seemed. Puzzling over the man's 
words, Don realized he was being asked to act out the drunk role, too! Sure! 
That was it, pretend to get as drunk as the rest of them, Christ, they had 
to pass out sometime. Then he had some chance of getting his family the hell 
out of here, or at least finding a gun and forcing these nuts to return them 
to civilization! But what was this guy's part in it? Well, why worry about 
it now. They'd find out if he was friend or foe soon enough. 

"Pass me the bottle," Don shouted to Raoul. 

"Sure, help yourself man," he replied lazily, his words running together as 
the wine took hold on his brain. 

Don took what looked like several good swallows, handing the jug over to his 
son. Jamey did the same, and soon both were pretending to be under the 
influence of the drink. 

Tom and Jeff had long since passed out, snoring loudly from the places where 
they'd fallen, Tom sprawled on the couch, Jeff on the floor off to one side 
of the room. Only Raoul seemed to be hanging on to his alertness. Don 
decided he'd better pretend to be overcome with the wine, also, so he let 
his head fall to one side, shutting his eyes. Jamey lay down on the floor, 
lying relaxed as though he really was asleep. 

Upstairs again in the same bedroom where Sandy and Jamey had spent their 
shameless night, Beth and Sandy were surprised that such a strong, clever 
woman as Sal would let herself be overcome by drinking. Everyone has a 
weakness, I guess. Or maybe she didn't give a damn at all, figuring they 
wouldn't have a chance of getting away, even if Beth and Sandy found the key 
while she slept. 

Beth still clutched their clothes and handing Sandy's to her, they both 
began to dress silently in their shame-stained garments. Sal lay heavily 
sprawled, naked, on the bed, her full breasts rising and falling with each 
deep, drugged breath. Suddenly, they were startled to hear the faint sound 
of a key being turned in the lock from the outside. Quietly, the door was 
pushed open, and Cherokee stood, finger on his lips warning them to be 
silent. Beckoning to the frightened mother and daughter, he stood to one 
side letting them pass into the hall, and again closed the door, locking it 
behind him. 

"I know you want to get away," he whispered. "These guys are crazy. When 
they get bored fucking you two and making your give family sex shows for 
them, they'll probably kill you. I don't dig that at all. Don't say anything 
now. Leave it all to me. And keep your mouths shut or we're all dead!" 

His words needed no explanation. Eagerly, Beth and Sandy followed their 
liberator, asking no questions and tip-toeing carefully down the stairs. Oh, 
thank God, Don and Jamey were at the bottom of the stairs, somewhere they 
had found their clothes, and the reunited family thankfully drew together in 
silent relief, as Cherokee opened the front door. They could see he had a 
revolver stuck in his belt, and Don shuddered to think he might have to use 
it. It was still a long way to the van and the main highway yet! 

What a nightmare. Not even forty-eight hours had passed and the Draper 
family had participated in the wildest, most perverted sex acts they had 
ever had in their lives! Not one of them would have ever dreamed of such 
perversion and debauchery. It was impossible for them to ever forget what 
each had done, what they had seen each other do sexually in front of total 
strangers! 

Cherokee had a tense look on his face as he peered carefully around the 
deserted, weed-choked yard of the house. The van was parked not 50 yards 
away, yet the danger of one of the gang members catching them in the escape 
was a risk they must take to reach the vehicle. 

"All right" Cherokee said softly, "Quick, after me. Don't panic, don't run. 
If they see us, if they shoot, keep on heading for the van. If I'm hit, grab 
the keys out of my hand and make a run for it yourself." 

As he quit speaking and slipped noiselessly off the front porch, heading to 
the van, the Drapers obeyed his instructions, Don holding Beth's hand, 
hurrying her along, and Jamey guiding his sister, arm about her shoulder. 
Quickly, Cherokee opened the driver's door, reaching over to throw open the 
passenger side. Don helped Beth up, and she scrambled rapidly for the back 
of the vehicle, free now, where just a short time ago they had all ridden as 
prisoners. Don turned to lift Sandy into the back with her mother, and then 
he and Jamey squeezed themselves into the passenger seat. 

"Don't slam the door!" Cherokee cautioned them," Just hang onto the handle 
till we clear this place, man!" He put the van into neutral, releasing the 
emergency brake and the huge vehicle began to roll down the incline of the 
road. 

Suddenly, they heard shouts and turning to look back, Don could see Raoul 
leep off the front porch, gun in hand, followed by one of the other men. A 
bullet hit the side of the van, then another. 

"Hit it, Cherokee!" Don shouted. 

Cherokee needed no urging. Shifting the van into second, he popped the 
clutch and the van engine roared into life. As they lurched and bumped over 
the unimproved road, the still firing Raoul was left behind, running, naked 
in fruitless pursuit as the vehicle gained speed. 

"Goddamn, we just made it," Jamey remarked. 

"You two all right?" Don turned to ask the terrified Beth and Sandy, as they 
crouched on the van floor. 

"I ... I guess so," Beth returned weakly. "Will they catch us, I mean, will 
they be able to follow?" 

"Nah, I don't think so," Cherokee answered, "This is the only car, besides 
that broken down old truck Tillie and Mike are driving." Tillie and Mike 
were the man and woman the Drapers had seen on the first night. Evidently 
they had gone somewhere else. Well, thank God for that. At least they hadn't 
been forced to have sexual relations with everybody who lived in this weird 
place! 

"There's a chance we might meet them driving along this road," he continued, 
"If I give a sign, all of you duck down. If they don't see you, no sweat. If 
they do, I'll ram the hell out of them with the van." 

Don wondered if Mike and Tillie had guns, but what the hell, he'd worry 
about that danger when it happened. 

"Hey, before we go much further, Mr. Draper," Cherokee's voice hardened, "I 
want a little straight talk from you on the matter of a small reward for 
what I'm doing for you." 

Don should have figured this was coming. A guy like Cherokee wasn't helping 
them out of the pure kindness of his heart. Not if he had the pure gall to 
rape the hell out of a man's daughter, then sit there bold as balls on a 
brass monkey and ask the man for ransom money! it made him burn to have to 
deal with such a young man. Jesus, he's got us by the balls. Say no, and he 
might kill us himself. Or turn around and let his friends do the job! 

"Well, uh . . . sure, I guess we can talk about it," Don replied, slowly, 
"What amount did you have in mind?" 

Cherokee kept his eyes on the road. "Oh, how about $20,000 for starters," he 
said evenly. 

"Twenty thousand!" Don retorted "I don't have $20,000 on me!" 

"No, but you could get it, "Cherokee hinted. 

Don decided he could get just as hard on this outlaw. "No, no, I'm afraid 
that's impossible. For one thing, withdrawing $20,000 would raise a lot of 
questions at the bank in my home town. Sure, I could get it, but I won't. 
And you won't force me, because you won't get it if you kill me. And killing 
any member of my family certainly won't get any money from me!" 

This slowed Cherokee's thinking. Pondering for several seconds, he glanced 
at Don's firm set jaw. "Okay, how much money you got on you in traveler's 
cheques?" 

"About $800," Don answered. 

"Tell you what, cash those and give the money to me. Then I'll let you go," 
Cherokee offered. 

"All right, fine," Don answered quickly, surprised the weirdo would settle 
so easily for such a lesser amount than he' d demanded. Who am I to question 
that, he thought. 

"I see a truck coming!" Jamey suddenly exclaimed. 

"Duck down!" Cherokee yelled, braking the van to slow it. 

The Drapers did as they were told. Jamey somehow folded his six-foot length 
on the floor between the dashboard and the passenger seat, and Don leaned 
down over him, barely keeping his large frame from showing over the window. 
Sandy and Beth stayed low on the floor in the back. The van bounced to a 
stop, and the Drapers could hear the sound of the laboring pickup truck 
motor in low gear, as it came close to the van. Cherokee rolled down his 
window to talk to the truck occupants. 

"Hey, man, where you going?" a strange man's voice could be heard asking. 

"No place in particular. Thought I'd better go get some gas," Cherokee 
replied. 

"Yeah, where's everybody else?" continued the voice, suspicious now. 

"Back up at the place. I got tired of drinking, felt like going for a ride." 
Cherokee fell silent, offering no further information. 

Suddenly, Beth sneezed, loudly. The dusty interior of the' van had irritated 
her sinuses, and she simply could not suppress the sneeze any longer. 

"Wha . . . Who the hell's in there with you?" the voice shouted up at 
Cherokee. He was on to the scheme now. 

Making no reply, Cherokee suddenly released the brakes and started forward. 
The van wasn't a fast vehicle, but headed downhill and with a head start, 
perhaps they could escape the couple in the truck before they returned to 
the house for help, or decided to take on the chase alone. 

The cat was out of the bag. As Cherokee pressed the van for all it could 
give, Don and Jamey straightened themselves up. No use pretending now. They 
could see the truck turning around by looking in the rearview mirror of the 
van. 

"Step on it," Don urged. 

"Don't worry, man, we'll make it," Cherokee said calmly. "That piece of junk 
will never make it. I'll have us down to the main road and out to the 
freeway before they hardly get turned around. Once this baby gets rolling on 
the freeway, we'll lose them." 

Don was glad Cherokee was so confident. He had his doubts himself, as the 
return ride down the dirt track they'd climbed the night before seemed to be 
endless. 

"Hang on," Cherokee called, pushing the van to a foolhardy speed. It skidded 
and lurched around the curves with sickening movements. 

Damn, these things are easy to capsize, that I know, Don thought. He hung on 
grimly to the dashboard in front of him, both he and Jamey bracing 
themselves for the next wild swing of the vehicle. Beth and Sandy clung 
desperately to the backs of the seats, often losing their grip and sliding 
wildly from one side of the van to the other over the smooth metal floor. 

Abruptly, they reached the highway and Cherokee braked quickly, sending the 
truck skidding from the dirt and gravel track in the turn onto the pavement. 
He turned down the mountain, back in the direction they had come the night 
before. Maybe they could make it to the freeway before the pickup caught up 
with them. 

Don was quite sure the pickup would catch up, and looked back anxiously. No 
sign of them yet. 

The heavy tires squealed as Cherokee braked again for the first sharp road 
curve as they continued to descend the foothills in a series of hairpin 
turns and rugged curves. Beth gasped as the van swayed to one side, almost 
turning over on the sharper curves, but she was too frightened to say 
anything. Cherokee pushed the van to its furthest limits, driving in silence 
interrupted only by the noise of the hard-pressed brakes. 

"Shit!" Cherokee swore. "Here they come." He'd been forced to put the van 
into low gear to keep from burning out the brakes. He stared into the 
rearview mirror, watching the pickup, which they lost from sight on each 
curve, but which reappeared again, gaining on them on the straight 
stretches. 

Suddenly the pickup was right behind them and swinging out to the left. 

"That asshole is going to try to push us off the road!" Don exclaimed. 

"Oh, God, oh no, I don't want to die this way!" Beth screamed. 

"Shut up, everybody, just shut up!" Cherokee ordered. 

The pickup dropped back as Cherokee skidded the van around another curve, 
but it was right back next to them on the next straight stretch. The driver 
managed to get another burst of speed out of the old wreck, shooting the 
truck ahead even with the side of the van. Suddenly, Cherokee braked the 
heavy van, causing it to slide and skid sideways. The truck was caught in a 
fatal maneuver. As its driver tried to recover the wheel, he couldn't bring 
the old truck under control fast enough to steer into the next curve. It was 
too late. The old vehicle slid inexorably to the soft shoulder of the narrow 
winding road. The wheels left the pavement, hitting the loose gravel. The 
shocked Drapers were left with the terrible image of a young girl's open, 
screaming mouth through the closed window of the truck flashing by as the 
old wreck failed to respond to the brakes and shot out over the hillside, 
plummeting out of sight into the oak thickets hundreds of feet below. 

"Oh, my God!" screamed Beth. Sandy screamed, and broke into hysterical sobs. 

Cherokee said nothing. Grimly determined to get away from the whole 
operation before the police got on to it, he drove steadily onward, never 
stopping to see whether his fallen comrades were dead or alive. 

"Christ, aren't you even going to stop?" Don cried. 

"What is there to say, man?" Cherokee shrugged. "Helping them won't help me, 
or you. You may notbe able to handle it when I say it, Mr. Draper, but 
believe me, they're better off dead." 

The reality of the situation was not lost on Don. Hell, yes. What could they 
do? Get the police? And explain the whole scene. That his wife wanted to 
complain that she'd been sexually abused. That she had enjoyed it. Forget 
it. Get the hell out of here and put the entire nightmare behind them. 

After what seemed an eternity, they reached the freeway and Cherokee spoke 
to his still-captive group. 

"My plan is to pick up your car," he said, "Should be still there where we 
hid it. We'll ditch the van." 

After about an hour's drive or so, Cherokee pulled off at an exit and the 
Draper's now recognized where they were. They were now traveling along the 
secondary road they had driven just yesterday, little knowing what frantic 
experiences they were to have because of their innocent choice of picnic 
spots! 

Cherokee stopped the van in the turn-around space of the dirt side road. He 
cautioned the Drapers to be on the lookout for anyone who might possibly 
turn down after them. Reaching for the rental car's license plates stuffed 
behind the driver's seat, he got out and walked through the vineyard rows to 
retrieve the abandoned car. 

While Cherokee backed the car onto the road, Beth and Sandy scrambled 
through the family's luggage, which had never been removed from the van 
after their capture the day before. Oh, to get out of their torn and damaged 
clothing, to put on clean underwear and get rid of their wetly soaking nylon 
panties . . . moist reminders of the incredible amounts of hot male sperm 
which had been spewed up into their naked bodies in every way imaginable. 

"Let's tidy ourselves up a bit," Beth called to her son and her husband. 

Don and Jamey, too, were glad to put on fresh clothing over their 
sweat-caked bodies. All of them gave off heavy sex scents from their 
frenzied participation with their captors, but Don figured they could all 
clean up in a motel room tonight. 

The way Don had it planned, they'd have to let this character stay with them 
tonight. He couldn't cash such a large amount in traveler's cheques at a 
motel. Have to wait till morning to get to a bank for that. 

It was eleven o'clock that night when they finally checked into a motel 
room, after stopping at a roadside hamburger joint for a quick meal. Don had 
rented a suite, for Cherokee demanded they all stay in the same room 
together. Don found himself in one bedroom with Beth, and his son and 
daughter in the other room by the only door into the suite with Cherokee. 

"I . . . I'm kind of afraid to let the kids go to sleep with that guy 
around," Beth murmured. 

"Don't worry about it," Don brushed her worries aside, "Come on, this is the 
first time I've had a chance to have you to myself. If you'll lie down on 
your back for some freaks and fuck your head off, you damn right better do 
it for me!" 

"Don!' Beth was shocked. But he was right. And she had enjoyed the 
animalistic love-making! A thrill of desire shot through her, thinking of 
her husband's reawakened lust for her body. 

Quickly, they removed their clothing. No more false modesty for Beth as she 
threw her clothes to the floor and flung back the bedcovers and climbed 
eagerly into the bed next to her waiting husband. Immediately his hand 
thrust itself between her upper thighs and began to stroke possessively up 
and down their velvety smooth length. He meant to play with her body at his 
will, touch any part he chose, including her delicious newly awakened pussy. 
To hell with being tired and what they'd all been through. His cock wasn't 
tired, not by a long shot! 

Beth felt his steady breathing becoming heavier and heavier as his head lay 
pillowed against her neck. Her hand couldn't resist reaching out to feel his 
stiffened penis, which practically jumped into her palm. She smiled to 
herself in the dim light of the bedside lamp and closed her fingers lovingly 
around his excitedly pulsating organ. Don's breath sucked in sharply. His 
hand became more demanding, closing in on the point of her desire, the 
curl-fringed cuntal split up between her erotically trembling thighs. "Oh, 
honey," he groaned. Suddenly, his middle finger wormed up into the damp 
moist split between her legs. 

Beth moaned in response to his desire and she felt his cock begin to throb 
heavily in her softly stroking hand. Grunting, Don began to tease her more 
hotly with his finger, rotating it slowly around up inside her now wetly 
flowing pussy opening. He pushed two fingers inside her, the feeling so 
thrilling that Beth arched her back in response, spreading her legs to give 
his hand the full freedom of her cunt. Cries of pleasure emitted from her 
lips as his fingers worked deeper into her openly spread pussy. 

Don's fingers were coated with the warm sticky liquid seeping from her now 
ecstatically aroused vagina as he moved to roll on top of her. The thought 
of his hardened male-cock flesh soon to be sunk deep inside her, filling her 
vagina completely, excited Beth even more. 

"Oh, God, Don, I want to cum with you!" she pleaded. 

Hastily, Don withdrew his wet fingers from her passion-drenched pussy and 
replaced them with his prodding swollen cock-tip. The bulbous head began to 
slip into her hot wet cunt-slit, pushed forward by his thick pulsing rod. He 
fucked forward slowly, inching his blood-engorged prick between the moist 
hot lips of her vagina. He would swiftly come to his climax, feeling the 
spreading and stretching of her cunt mouth around his relentlessly 
pressuring cock. 

Their lewd sounds of pleasure were distinctly audible to the three young 
people in the next room, for Cherokee would not allow the door between the 
two rooms to be closed. Sandy wondered what he and her brother were 
thinking, as she lay between them on the huge queen-size motel bed. She 
sighed and shifted her body restlessly. Her parents didn't seem to care that 
she was lying there in the other room in bed with two men. You would think 
they would be worried about their fifteen-year old daughter but they were 
too far gone in the sex act to give Sandy much thought. 

"Sandy?" 

Hearing her brother' s voice in her ear startled Sandy. Of course he was 
hearing the same lewd sounds that she was! 

"Uh huh," she muttered, pretending to be almost asleep. , "Hey, your old 
man's really giving it to your mom!" Cherokee chimed in gleefully. His hand 
reached out and grasped Sandy's slim hip, pressing his fingers meaningfully 
into her flesh. 

Sandy held her breath. She reached out and took Jamey' s hand, placing it on 
her stomach. The three of them lay there, listening to the obscene cries of 
delight from Beth and the animal grunts from Don. 

The sex sounds were beginning to have their effect on Sandy, or maybe she 
was reacting to the attentions of the two young males with their hot heavy 
hands on her body. Both hands began to move stroking over her soft flesh, 
causing her to grind her hips impatiently around on the mattress. 

"Feel me, baby!" Cherokee whispered, and Sandy complied immediately, seeking 
his thick shaft with her trembling fingers. Jamey took her other hand, 
guiding it firmly to his own swollen hardness. Erotic warmth shot through 
the young girl's body as she held the two male's erect penises in her small 
girlish hands. Silently, she massaged each penis, feeling them jump to life 
with quickly pulsing spasms as she stroked them teasingly up and down. 

"Mmmm," Cherokee groaned, "Go down on me, baby, and suck it!" 

Releasing her brother's lust-inflated penis, Sandy obediently wriggled to 
the foot of the bed, till her head was poised above Cherokee's 
desire-hardened shaft. Crawling over him, she worked her body between his 
legs, shoving them apart and kneeling between his open thighs. Lowering her 
face directly over his ever-hardening cock, she began to massage his 
testicles with one hand. 

"Oh, sweetheart, open your mouth and suck it now," Cherokee urged. 

Sandy opened her lips and snaked her tongue out onto the velvety head of his 
cock. Experimentally, she tongued the thin, vertical little slit at the end 
of the bulbous tip, probing into the tiny opening for the warm drop of 
seminal fluid that had already seeped out from the aroused man. Her saliva 
flowed, tasting the exciting male liquid in her mouth. 

"Oh, that's good, baby!" he groaned, "Now, tighten your lips around it, 
Honey, and suck it hard!" And he himself shoved his massive organ further 
into her hot wet mouth, unable to put up with her teasing any longer. Sandy 
struggled to keep from choking on the bulk of the spongy head as he 
slithered it hotly up between her teeth and over her tongue, filling her 
throat with the end of it. 

At the same time, she felt her buttocks being firmly grasped and held from 
behind, as Jamey, unable to hold himself back, began to assert his aroused 
male lust. It was incest, but at the same time the excitement in her body 
grew at the debasing thought of her own older brother's cock fucking wetly 
up into her pussy while she sucked another man's cock. She could feel the 
mattress dip, as he kneeled behind her putting his full weight onto his 
knees. A shudder of desire went through her, as she felt the tip of his cock 
part her moistly quivering pussy lips from behind. She began to rotate her 
buttocks back at him in lewd invitation for her brother to fuck her, as he 
pushed his thickly burgeoning penis up into the warm, moistly waiting folds 
of her cunt. 

In the next room, Don was fucking hard like a wildly pistoning engine into 
his wife's hungrily receptive cunt. Thrusting his cock into her hard working 
vagina was like plunging it in and out of warmly surrounding butter, the 
feeling was so sensuously arousing that his strokes quickened in rapid 
tempo. Faintly aware, he could hear the voices of the three young people in 
the next room but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. God 
knows, he didn't care and it wouldn't have made any difference. His mind was 
concentrated upon his lewd fucking of his wife's hotly churning body 
wriggling wildly around under his rhythmically pounding cock. He was too 
busy to pay any attention to the dimly-heard sounds in the next room. 

Even so, as he worked over his wife's body, he couldn't help but hear in his 
sub-conscious the sounds in the other room, as they grew louder and more 
insistent. All of a sudden it hit him, Sandy was being fucked by her own 
brother! And what was she doing to that other character? Don knew he 
wouldn't just sit there idly watching the show! He heard Cherokee tell his 
daughter to "suck harder" and knew that she must be sucking the man off! His 
fifteen-year old child actually had her young virginal mouth filled with her 
captor's glistening cock! And she wasn't fighting it at all, on the 
contrary, he could hear low sounds of pleasure emit from her cock-filled 
throat while her ass ground around in delight with the hard-driving fucking 
from behind. 

It was hard to take. His daughter had been debauched by all these weird 
sexual experiences at the hands of their perversely-minded captors, and she 
had obviously been morally ruined by her treatment. Here was the proof - 
opening her legs willingly to her brother and taking another man's cock into 
her mouth, taking on any man and any sexual act. But, wait, not twenty-four 
hours ago he himself had rapaciously forced his cock up into her 
almost-virgin young cunt. Had he been the cause of her moral breakdown? 

"What are you thinking about?" Beth whispered, as the tempo of Don's thrusts 
had slowed and then halted completely. "Please don't stop fucking me now," 
she panted. 

Don shook his head, his daughter's obvious sexual pleasure renewing his own 
intense need to climax. The wet, smacking noises and groans of pleasure 
coming from the next room made Don's cock ache. The need to fuck overcame 
any remaining scruples he may have had about his daughter's morality and the 
three-way sexual relationship she was having next door. Don cupped his hands 
down under his wife's smoothly grinding asscheeks and forced her cunt harder 
up on his rigid thick pole while she moaned wildly, her orgasm bursting 
crazily through her nakedly writhing body. His own climax was coming too, 
and as he felt Beth's cunt juices flow hotly out around the sides of his 
heavily fucking hardness, his bursting testicles erupted and his burning hot 
sperm shot rocket-like upward into her receptively milking pussy. He 
squirted it as deep up into her eagerly devouring cunt as he could, ramming 
his thigh-fronts against her upturned asscheeks to push his wildly spewing 
cock further and deeper into her copiously gushing pussy slit. 

Sandy had by now adjusted herself to her brother's punishing rod fucking 
deeply into her sisterly pussy from behind, and sucked furiously, lips 
widely ovaled around her captor's lustfully throbbing organ. She made one 
hand busy, sliding it to the base of the thick shaft protruding obscenely 
out from her widely stretched young mouth and lovingly cupping the 
sperm-filled testicles hanging next to her face, gently kneading them as she 
sucked noisily on and on! 

Sandy had no control over her own body, it was at the mercy of these two 
young men, and they were using her as they wanted. All she could do was suck 
or swirl her diligently working little tongue as fast as she could around 
the blood-engorged cock lodged deep up in her mouth. Suddenly, the rigid 
organ jerked spasmodically deep in her throat and she felt Cherokee's hand 
come up to her face, tightening on her head and pulling it in line with his 
heavily exploding cockhead. His warm male fluid filled her throat in huge 
flooding spurts and her throat convulsed as she was forced to swallow it in 
great gulps to avoid suffocating on the wildly cascading flood of sperm. 
God, she had never imagined how much cum squirted out from a cumming man's 
cock! 

At the same moment, Sandy gave a muffled cry of joy as her brother's fucking 
into her from behind had pushed her, too, to the point of cumming. Jamey 
felt a full gush of liquid warm wetness flood out around his cock and he 
forced her pussy backward onto his rod as she released Cherokee's 
now-deflated prick from her sperm-drenched mouth. Jamey could not hold back 
any longer, and his cum-bloated balls demanded him to spew out his virile 
young liquid into his sister's hungrily devouring young cunt. He groaned, 
arching his back for the final wild pleasure, fucking deeply to bring up the 
surging cum within him, his straining body sweating as his orgiastic release 
jetted out high up into his sister' s gratefully accepting pussy. His male 
build-up suddenly and completely spent,, he released his grip on her 
buttocks, letting his cock-head jerk out the final drops of creamy semen 
onto her cum-drenched cervix up inside. He had forced every inch of himself 
into her and with reluctance felt his once-hard cock deflate, slipping wetly 
from her sperm-drenched pussy to hang limply between his now-relaxed thighs. 

All of them fell exhaustedly full length onto the big bed, ignoring the 
full-fledged fucking Don was administering to his wife in the next room. His 
prick slithered in and out of her cunt with wet, obscene sluicing sounds. It 
was sticky wet with a coating of liquid secreted out hotly by her almost 
exploding vagina. 

"Ooooh, Don, that's it!" Beth urged him on, her hips grinding frantically 
into the mattress. "Fuck me faster!" 

Don could hardly believe the obscene words coming from his wife's lips and 
the excitement of hearing them made him fuck into her so hard and fast his 
balls slapped against her asscheeks like a hand spanking her buttocks. He 
could not hold back one more second, his balls were so weighted with semen 
he thought they would burst if he didn't spew it out deep inside her hot 
little belly right now! 

His inward fuck-strokes pounded on hammer-like into her nakedly grinding 
buttocks, till suddenly, he felt the hot, white liquid of her cum explode 
out around his heavily driving hardness as her release hit her like a fist 
in the belly! Well, one thing those other fuckings did for her, he thought 
happily, it had cured his frigid wife forever! She'd never turn down his 
need to fuck again in her life. She needed it as bad as he did, now! 
Exulting, Don's own cum exploded, his cock stiffening for the jetting of his 
cum which squirted out from his cock-head in a thin, hotly streaming rush. 
He could feel the tip pressing back the end of her cervix as his warmly 
gushing semen flooded wildly out into her orgiastically dilating cunt 
passage. It made him grin to think of her cervix bathed, this time, with her 
own cum, as well as his, instead of all those others. 

Teasingly, he slowly withdrew his deflated penis, letting it drop wetly onto 
Beth's smooth inner thigh. 

"Mmmmm, Don, darling," she murmured, "I never knew it could be like this." 

Don rolled off her at-last satisfied body, taking her into his arms. "Maybe 
we should get some sleep now," he laughed with easy satisfaction, cupping 
her luscious buttocks into the hollow of his big thighs, his hands filled 
with her ripe, love-mellowed breasts. 

And so the strange group slept, exhausted by the perverse sexual demands 
that had been forced upon them during their two-day captivity. 

Awaking the next morning, Don urged all of them to get up, wanting to get 
started and get this Cherokee fellow out of their lives altogether. Who 
knows, perhaps the highway patrol had found the wrecked truck and its two 
occupants last night - even traced the incident to the farmhouse and Raoul's 
bunch. The Drapers might be implicated if a search was being made for 
Cherokee's whereabouts. Of course, they were completely innocent but there 
might be embarrassing questions to answer - possibly even a court trial 
where they might be called as witnesses! Don could imagine his wife and 
daughter on the witness stand, in front of judge and jury and everyone, 
telling the public about the sexual debauchery in which they had 
participated. 

The five of them took turns showering and dressing and finally made their 
way to the motel coffee shop for breakfast. It was decided that the Drapers 
would return to San Francisco where Don would cash their travelers cheques, 
giving the ransom money to Cherokee as he had promised. Cherokee agreed to 
let them go their way after he had the cash, saying he had friends in the 
city where he could crash for a while. 

The return drive to San Francisco took about three hours, and it struck the 
Drapers as very strange how they had changed since starting up this same 
highway just over seventy-two hours ago. Before they had been captured by 
this strange group of people, the family had actually been secretly glad 
their vacation was about to come to an end. How things had changed! Their 
sexual desires had been awakened to infinite variety, and the idea of being 
together to experiment on each other's bodies was wonderfully appealing. 

It was two o'clock in the afternoon by the time Don had cashed the 
traveler's cheques and given Cherokee the money. They drove their former 
captor to a spot around North Beach and let him out, where he was soon lost 
from sight among the crowds of weirdly dressed people who milled up and down 
the sidewalks in every direction. 

The Drapers watched Cherokee disappear with mixed emotions. A strange, 
almost sick person on one hand, yet their liberator on the other. 

"Well, shall we try for the same sort of room arrangements tonight?" Don 
winked at Beth, turning to his daughter and son in the back for their 
approval. Only a short time left of their vacation, Don was thinking - but 
what a great week and a half it will be! 

The rest of the Drapers could guess what was on Don's mind from the 
suggestive smile on his face when he looked at the three of them. From now 
on, they'd all be sharing a suite of rooms on this trip - anything was 
possible! 

"Sure, Dad, that's a great idea," Jamey answered. 

It was early evening when the Drapers checked into their motel room. Don 
made the arrangements for double adjoining rooms. The desk clerks paid no 
attention to the family's room arrangements, even if they had, they would 
probably have assumed the daughter and mother would share one bed, the 
father and son the other. 

Fortunately, the clerks will never know what actually went on the those 
rooms rented out by a seemingly normal American family group from the 
mid-West. But you do! 


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