MLP-172  The Stolen Girlfriend
(Scott Anthony)


Chapter One 

"Don't worry about a thing, Mom," said young Margo Cunningham as she 
continued packing her overnight bag, "Gloria knows the roads, and we're 
taking my new car. Besides that, I've got a map, a flashlight, candles, and 
a book on campsites in the Angeles Forest. We couldn't be better prepared!" 
She switched hands and put the phone to her other ear. "What?" She looked 
across the room to where Gloria Eddleton sat in a desk chair thumbing 
through a map book. She put her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, "She 
gets so worried about the least little things I want to do. The way she 
talks you'd think I was twelve years old." She pushed the receiver toward 
Gloria and smiled. "Listen to this." There was a steady mouse-like shrill 
voice of concern that came sharp and incessant out of the earpiece. "Do you 
believe it?" she whispered. Then Margo put the phone back to her ear and 
said softly and repeatedly, "Yes, mother ... Yes, mother ... I understand, 
mother ... Mom ...? Mom ...? Goodbye!" With that, she put the phone in the 
cradle and shook her head with a laugh. "She just refuses to believe that I 
can do anything on my own!" 

"I know what you mean," said Gloria, standing up and walking across the 
small dorm room with the map book in her hands. She sat down alongside Margo 
and pointed to a mountainous region of winding roads. "That's where we're 
going," she said, flicking her red, manicured nail on the snaking ridge 
route outlined in thick black ink. "There's Camp Angeles, right there. Right 
on top. Nice, eh?" 

Margo nodded. "You were there last year, weren't you?" 

"I sure was," said Gloria with a wink. "You wouldn't believe the slopes-and 
the men! Fabulous! Utterly wonderful!" 

Margo smiled and secretly swallowed hard. She talked a good game, she knew, 
but deep down inside she wondered about how advanced some of her personal 
ideas really were. It was one thing to enjoy making out, petting, and some 
actual genital contact every now and then with Roger or Gary from school, 
but to actually go to a ski resort and spend time with strangers, with adult 
men ... that was something much, much different than what she was truly 
accustomed to. 

Apparently, Gloria saw the look of momentary doubt that came to play in 
Margo's lovely brown eyes. "Don't you worry, Margo ... The wolves at Camp 
Angeles can be handled with one hand behind your back! And with the two of 
us, you won't have a worry or a care in the world-I promise!" 

"Thanks," said the younger girl. "That puts my mind at ease." She stood up 
and finished packing her bag. She had already folded and put in two pairs of 
panties, and one extra brassiere, two pair of pants, and a couple of 
blouses. For dinner in the lodge, just in case she needed something for 
dinner wear, she packed a skirt and stockings and heels. But that was all. 
"I think I've got everything," she said, looking up at Gloria. 

"Toothbrush?" 

"Oh, right," said Margo. "Don't want to forget that." 

She went off to the John to retrieve soap, toothbrush, and other toiletries. 
Gloria looked on with pride and enjoyment. It was to be the raven-haired 
Gloria's turn to entertain Margo for a change. Usually it was the other way 
around, and they were always going to Margo's stomping grounds with her rich 
parents. There they'd sit around and drink a wine or two and pretend to be 
having a good time. This would be some real excitement, a chance to show 
Margo what life could be like. 

"I've got everything now," said Margo, coming back into the room in a 
cheerful rush and brushing back her long, auburn mane on the way. Her hair 
was shoulder length and silky and shiny, and her bust-line was large in a 
subtle way. She had the kind of pendular breasts which appear small until 
the woman undresses, and then it was plain to tell that she was built 
slender but voluptuous. Gloria, on the other hand, looked large-breasted 
with or without clothes. She had larger, more ample thighs, too, but her 
legs were not as long as Margo's. She had wide hips and a big behind, enough 
so that she was often getting lecherous looks from the men in the dorm who 
watched her bending down to her locker or picking up a pencil. 

"It's gonna be fun," she said with a smile to the younger girl who was 
taking a last look around the dorm room to make sure she hadn't forgotten 
anything. "Have I got everything?" 

"Keys to the car?" suggested Gloria, standing and picking up her own bag. 

"Yup. Right here." Margo lifted the key ring and jangled the keys. 

"Anything else you can get on the way or when we get into Camp Angeles." 

"Right," said Margo. She started forward and picked up her overnight bag. 
She was just about to exit the room-Gloria was now in the hallway-when the 
telephone started ringing. "Damn," she hissed, "I bet it's Mom-with more 
warnings!" She started out of habit to pick up the phone and then Gloria 
called in: "Let it go! Don't worry about it." 

"What?" 

"I say let it ring," suggested Gloria, leaning her head back into the room. 
"What difference does it make? Pretend you left five minutes ago, okay?" 

Margo shook her head. "Gloria, sometimes you amaze me with your brilliance! 
Why didn't I think of that?" 

Margo stepped forward and pulled her bag and her purse out the door with 
her. She reached back into the room to flick off the light switch. Then she 
pulled the door shut. The phone rang another five times in the dark locked 
room before the caller gave up. Then, a few minutes later, the phone rang 
again. But by then Margo and Gloria were well on their way out of Dover, 
speeding along Highway Eighteen toward Camp Angeles located in the Bear 
Mountains. 

 Chapter Two 

"You're holdin' out on me, you little bitch! Move that head some! Come on! 
Suck harder!" Lance Ranger took hold of the young woman's face between his 
legs by the ears and began pushing and pulling her head back and forth so 
that her lips, wetly ovalled around the first three inches of his 
blue-veined, thickly bulging mushroom cock, went voraciously downwards along 
the ridged shaft and back up until they warmly surrounded his spongy crown 
again. "Ooooh, yeah, that's a hell of a lot better!" he groaned lasciviously 
as he continued to pump her docile face up and down his virile teenage 
member. "Just wait a second more, Kevin and she'll be allll yours! Mmmm, 
yeah!" His face was turning a bright crimson red as he enjoyed the first 
signs of an approaching ejaculation in the young girl's mouth. He looked 
down at the sweet, blonde haired, blue-eyed girl who fearfully sucked at his 
cock with all her might, never letting up for an instant. She had nice soft 
breasts which were naked and heated, hanging between his thighs and rubbing 
now and then against his knees while she sucked his prick. It was nice to 
see her slaving and swabbing over his cock, when considering that only a few 
moments before he hardly even knew her! It was like taking candy from a 
baby! "What'd you say your name was, honey?" he asked gleefully. 

She wrapped her warm little fingers around the base of his throbbing stiff 
cock shaft and pulled with a wet sucking noise the expanded pink mushroom 
headed tip of his prick from her wetly smacking lips and tongue, and smiled 
as she licentiously rubbed the penis tip against her young thick lips, and 
said, "Sherry. Sherry Burner." 

"Well, Sherry Burner," said Lance Ranger with a sly grin playing on his 
face, "burn it up, honey! Just burn it all fucking up!" He pulled her face 
down hard on his aching throbbing cock and she willingly sucked up the 
hearty tip into her lips and into the depths of her hot oral sanctuary. Her 
fingers slipped wetly down the ridged seven-inch shaft as the ascending 
cockhead rocketed upwards into her hungrily swallowing throat. "Yeah," he 
gurgled with obscene delight as he watched the lewd spectacle of his own 
cock disappearing into the depths of her naked, swallowing lips and throat. 
"Eat me on down, honey! Make me cum!" 

He flipped his hips forward, against the young girl's mouth, so quickly in 
fact that his lust-bloated testicles slapped with a lewd smacking noise 
against her soft, rounded chin. 

"You're fucking her pretty damn good, Lance," said Kevin Arnold, Lance 
Ranger's friend and accomplice in just about everything. "Looks like she's 
gonna enjoy it some herself, too!" 

"You bet," hissed Lance. "This one here, she likes it every which way! Don't 
ya, babe! Ah-ah-ah! Keep the ol' pecker in yer mouth, honey. No need to talk 
just ... mmmm ... now! You can just nod yer little noggin', eh? Ooooh, 
yesssss ... Mmmmm, good!" 

The young blonde was so voracious about her licking and sucking of Lance 
Ranger's thickly pulsing reddened prick that her slipping, swabbing tongue 
and vacuum like lips were making clicking and clacking noises everywhere she 
went in kissing the virile prick. She coiled her young fingers around 
Ranger's hairy scrotum and squeezed rhythmically at the egg-shaped orbs 
within. 

"She's good ... good ... good!" hissed Ranger, his cock bulging in the 
hollow of the young blonde's cheek. "Suck me, baby! Suck me right on into 
ecstasy! Yeah!" He flipped his hips back and forth while simultaneously 
holding the girl's face between his hands and pulling her head up and down 
the length of his throbbing hot cock. 

"Check outside, Kevin," said Lance suddenly in a raspy, breathy voice. "Make 
sure no one's comin'. Don't want to be interrupted here at the ... wrong ... 
moment!" 

"I get ya, Lance," confirmed Kevin, and he sat up off of the barrel upon 
which he'd been sitting and gawking at his friend and the young girl, and 
went outside of the small dimly lit shed in which they'd been enjoying the 
girl's company. 

In the distance Kevin could hear the sounds of the jug band at the Mountain 
Hoot-Nanny, at which he and Lance had met the teenager girl in the shed. He 
saw no one in the cool night air as he rubbed his hands together and 
prepared to re-enter the small wood tool house. Just then he heard the 
sounds of Lance Ranger's grunting moans. 

"Uuuhhhh ... God damn, honey! You're a suck-Pro! Uuuuhhh ... uuuhhh ... 
uuuuhhhh!" 

Kevin raced back into the shed just in time to see Lance banging his hips 
back and forth so quickly that he couldn't tell if his friend's cock was in 
or out of the young girl's willing wet lips. But one thing was for sure: 
Lance Ranger was ejaculating in the girl's mouth ... his hot blazing cock 
was spewing out salvo after salvo of hot salty semen ... and the young girl 
was trying desperately to swallow it all down into her belly ... so much so 
that Kevin could see her neck muscles flexing and straining to suck up the 
life-giving fluid as it flew into her throat! 

"Uuuuhhh ... uuuhhhh ... aaaahhhh-iiiieeee," groaned Lance Ranger, his prick 
continuing to fire semen down the girl's throat, and then it became obvious 
that she'd swallowed all she could, and two twin rivulets of sperm came 
dribbling from the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin while Lance 
Ranger's cock continued to throb and slide between her clenched wet lips. 

"Now lick it!" he exclaimed suddenly, withdrawing his deflating cock from 
the hot wet confines of her kissing young lips. "Lick it and suck it, honey! 
Finish it off!" 

She dutifully pressed her lips and tongue to the tiny slit in the end of his 
spongy cockhead and licked and sucked at the remaining drips of cum. She 
used her tongue to lick around the thickened rose-colored crown, to wet it 
and cleanse it as quickly as she could. Her tongue worked like a hot wet 
paint brush with silky fine hairs, actively brushing up and down so as to 
make sure to cover every inch of his hot hard cockhead. 

"Oooh, yeah, that's the way, baby ... that's the way! You know your 
cock-head, don't you, honey! You really do know what to do with a good hard 
prick ...!" His eyes rolled in their sockets as he enjoyed the final 
lascivious moments of tender tongue treatment against his aroused, ardent 
penis. He watched as though it were the first time it had ever happened to 
him as the young girl used her tongue to wet and swipe at his cock head and 
mushroom crown. "Ahhh, that's good," he said, panting with relief, and he 
pulled away from her and sat back down on the barrel on which he'd been 
sitting originally. 

The young blonde girl wiped her chin with the back of her hand and with big 
blue eyes looked up at Lance Ranger as she licked the semen from the back of 
her own fingers and hand. "Yeah, honey," he commented in a long, langorous 
drawl, "I can see you like sucking." 

"Sure," she said, smacking her lips and starting to pull her brassiere up 
from around her waist, "if the guy is right, I can't get enough." 

"What are you doin', honey!" snarled Lance suddenly. "Don't get dressed! 
Kevin hasn't had a turn yet." 

"Oh, no," she said, blushing. "I don't do the two of you." 

Like lightning, before she could even think about what was coming towards 
her face, Lance Ranger's open palm smacked her across the right cheek. Her 
head bobbed right and she dropped her brassiere. She was sobbing and the 
tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Wh-Wh-What are you doing? I just sucked 
y-you?" 

"You suck Kevin now, too, honey. Or do you want some more of this?" He held 
up his open hand. 

Kevin was standing next to her when she looked again, and his pants were 
down around his knees. He had his cock in his hand and his eyes were filled 
with lechery. 

The young blonde girl turned on her hands and knees and dutifully began the 
second sucking. "I didn't want to do this," she moaned, taking the head of 
Kevin's prick into her lips and beginning sorrowfully to lick the second 
man's already fully erect prick. "I didn't want to-" 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," interrupted Lance Ranger, "I know all about it, honey. 
But really, ain't one cock just like another, really? So what's it to ya 
...? I mean when you get right down to it, babydoll-" He put his hand on the 
heated back of her neck. "-what's it really to ya?" He snickered and said 
softly, "don't answer that-just keep suckin' Kevin. 'Till he blows off in 
your mouth, eh! You get it?" He squeezed her neck hard and she nodded to 
indicate understanding. Kevin's prick was still throbbing in her mouth. 

"Good," said Lance, letting loose of her. "That's good. I'll be outside, 
Kevin, my man. You enjoy yourself ... hear?" 

Kevin nodded with a look of pure lechery filling his face. "Thanks, Lance," 
he said. "Thanks a lot ... " 

"Don't thank me, dummy," said Lance Ranger. "Thank her." And then he left 
the blonde teenager and his friend Kevin Arnold alone in the shed. 

 Chapter Three 

"The thing about sex," said Gloria, flicking the ashes of her smoldering 
cigarette in the car ashtray, "is that it's always there when you don't want 
it, and when you do want it, you just can't find it!" She rolled up her 
passenger seat window and waited for Margo to say something. 

"The thing I don't understand, Gloria," said Margo, downshifting the sports 
sedan into second gear as she cornered a hard right uphill turn into the 
mountainous rock through which the ridge route was now taking them, "is how 
you can talk so openly about it. I mean, I never even mention the word 
around Mom and Dad, just because they might start yelling at me or 
something. They get so nervous about it. All I have to do is say something 
about being out parking one night, and the next thing you know they're 
giving me a big old tired lecture about the do's and don'ts of young 
ladyhood. It's enough to-" She shifted back to third as the road 
straightened, "-to drive me crazy!" 

"I know what you mean," said Gloria. "It was like that for me when I was 
your age, too." 

"You talk as if there's such a big difference," said Margo, taking her eyes 
momentarily off the road to glance at Gloria. 

"Well, the difference between sixteen and nineteen is big," said Gloria. 
"I'm almost twenty, even. Don't you see? That gives me some extra time to 
get to know about things. In another couple of years I won't be able to tell 
you anything you don't know." She reached out with a knowing smile on her 
moist lips and pushed her cigarette out in the ashtray. Then she sat back 
and looked out at the dark mountainous night. 

The road up to Camp Angeles was a steep, rocky one. The route had been 
carved out of mountain. The two lane road narrowed here and there and was 
extremely treacherous and dangerous. And it was night, just now, and 
extremely cold. A shiver climbed Gloria's spine as she considered what it 
would be like to be out in the dark on a night like this outside of the car, 
alone on such a road. 

"It's so dark out," said Margo, slowing up some as the road became curvy and 
difficult again. 

"Mmm, I know," said Gloria. "Just take it easy ... " 

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the black sky in front of them lit up with a 
zig-zag of intense brilliant white light, as if for a moment the entire 
night sky had been ripped open and illuminated, and then the crack in the 
sky disappeared. It was followed almost instantaneously by the ominous roar 
of thunder. 

"Damn," hissed Gloria, "did you see that?" 

"The prettiest bolt of lightning ever!" said Margo. "You could see the whole 
mountainside!" 

"Yeah, beautiful," said Gloria, "but if we don't get to the end of Route 
Eighteen before-" 

Just then, as if the entire sky had been pulled open once again, it began to 
pour sheets of rain. The road was suddenly drenched with water, and 
everywhere the girls looked in the view of the headlamps there was a thick 
downpour. 

"Nevermind," said Gloria. "It's too late now." 

"What do you mean?" asked Margo, slowing some and steering especially 
carefully on the hair-pin turns that cut in and out of the wet mountainous 
rock. 

"I don't know," said Gloria, "but in this kind of weather I don't think 
we'll get to the lodge in time to check in. It's just not possible." 

"Oh, we'll see," said Margo, optimistic as ever. "Let's just see how it 
goes." 

An hour later it was obvious that the incredible rainstorm was making 
driving very, very hazardous. Already Margo had slowed up to a worm's pace, 
and still, on certain turns, the car was nearly out of control. The roads 
were slippery and the turns sharp, and going on-it was already close to 
eleven-seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. It was also dangerous 
and frightening. 

"I don't know about you, Margo," said Gloria, "but I've had enough of this. 
We can hardly see." 

"I know," said the younger woman, her eyes peeled sharply against the 
pouring rain. "Listen to that stuff on the roof, too." 

Indeed, the splattering rain water was so loud on the metal roof of the car 
that from time to time they could barely hear the radio. 

"This is ridiculous," said Gloria. "We've got to get out of this." 

"Yeah, I know," said Margo, her instincts telling her to slow up even more 
for the curve ahead. Suddenly the sky exploded again with lightning, and in 
the brightness of the huge electrical bolt the two young girls could see 
around the curve to a small motel lodge. 

"Did you see that?" exclaimed Gloria. "There's some sort of house or 
something up there. "I think it was a motel!" 

"But there wasn't any sign on. You'd think they'd have one of those neon 
signs on or something, wouldn't you?" 

"Well, maybe not. Maybe in a thunder storm, with all this water, they don't 
want to short out the electricity or something. I don't know. But I say we 
pull in there when we get up that far." 

"I think we better," agreed Margo, her shoulders chilling with fright as 
another bolt of lightning lit up the shoulder of the road and gave her a 
view of the sheer precipice upon which she was driving dangerously close to 
the edge. 

A few moments later the girls were parked alongside the unlit neon sign of 
the motel, searching around for the office and some sign of life. 

"That's the only light, there," said Gloria, pointing to a bungalow just 
behind the office. "Let's try there." 

"Right," said Margo, pulling up as close as possible next to the office. 
"Shall we?" 

"I don't think we have much choice," said Margo. Just then another bolt of 
lightning electrified the rain flooded sky and lit up the entire grounds, 
and then came a sudden thundering, as if the rock-hard bolt of electricity 
had struck only feet away from them. Finally, Margo said. "I think we better 
hurry. This is awful!" 

"I know," said Gloria. "Let's get inside. By tomorrow we should be on our 
way again." 

They climbed out of the car and ran as quickly as they could for the office 
door. Margo grabbed the handle and shook at it. It seemed for an instant to 
be locked, and then it gave way and she swung the door open. Inside it was 
completely dark and no warmer than it was outside in the pouring, drenching 
rain. 

"Damn," said Gloria, rubbing her hands together and taking a quick look 
around the dark motel check-in office, "there's no one here!" 

"What about that light we saw," said Margo, her heart beating faster than 
she could ever remember. "This is awful. We better get out of here, Gloria." 

"Wait a second," said the older girl, "here's a bell or something." She 
leaned on a buzzer at the front counter and both girls could hear the sound 
of an electric hum in the distance. 

"Hang on," came a, voice from afar. "Who the hell-" 

The door cracked open behind the counter and a dim yellow lamp lit up the 
small office. "Well?" said a disgruntled unshaven man in his forties as he 
slipped his suspenders over his long John t-shirt and rubbed his face with 
his hand, "what do you want?" 

"It's raining out and we thought-" 

"We ain't open," said the man, his eyes adjusting and attempting to take in 
the sight of the two young women on the other side of the counter. "We ain't 
been open in two months. What you think this is, anyhow?" He started to turn 
back to the door through which he'd come, and Gloria shouted, "Please, 
Mister, we just need a room for the night. We'll clean it up ourselves. Make 
the bed ourselves. Just one room." 

He turned back and looked at the two girls. There was something dumb in his 
eyes. Not that the man himself was unintelligent. Rather, his expression was 
dull-witted and it only struck him now, on second glance, how pretty the 
young women were. "You want one room?" he said. "You wanna stay just for 
tonight, eh?" 

"If you could be so kind," said Gloria, hoping to charm the man. 

He squinted at her, more closely than before. His eyes widened some when he 
realized how voluptuous she was. "Well, lemme think ... " he mused. Then, as 
if it were the most relevant fact of all, he asked, "How old are you?" 

""Sixteen and-" began Margo. 

"That's not important," said Gloria, raising an eyebrow. "All we want is a 
room for the night." 

"All we want is a room for the night," mocked the man in a shrill voice. 
"Well, I don't want to give you a room-unless I know how old you are!" he 
finished off. 

"She's sixteen," conceded Gloria, "and I'm nineteen." 

"Sisters?" he asked. 

"No. Friends," said Gloria. 

"Please, Mister," chimed in Margo, trying to do her best to help. "We can't 
travel that Ridge Route anymore tonight. It's too hard a road. And like 
Gloria says, we'll clean up our own room and everything." 

"Oh, alright," said the man, rubbing his unshaven chin, "lemme see some 
I.D." 

While the girls fumbled in their purses for their driver's license, the man 
turned to the little door behind him and shouted back at someone inside, 
"It's two young girls. Wanna stay the night." A weak, feminine voice from 
inside called back, "You old lech ... What the hell you think you're doin?!" 
There was a rumbling inside the small room, and Gloria and Margo eyed one 
another, as if to say, One night and one night only! This place is the 
creeps! The woman appeared at the door way, and she was wrapping and pulling 
tight around her shoulders a housecoat. Apparently she was naked underneath 
that. Her reddish hair was matted and damp, as if she, too, had been out in 
the rain. "My hubby fixin' you up real good now, eh?" she snapped. 

"Oh, yes, thank you, Mam," said Margo, trying to be as likeable as possible. 
"We really appreciate this. It's rainin' cats and dogs out there and ... 
well ... I don't think we could have gone on much longer." 

For some reason the woman was now looking at Gloria. "You two sisters?" 

"No, they ain't sisters," said the man. "I asked 'em that already." 

"Did you have 'em sign the book?" asked the woman, her eyes piercing and 
inspecting Gloria as if she were a criminal. "I kind of like their looks, 
Hank," she added, and then she disappeared back behind the small doorway. 

The man turned to the girls. "Sign here and I'll give you a room. Don't mind 
her, she's just a little curious is all." 

Gloria could smell the aroma of liquor on the man's breath. The little 
office seemed to reek of it, now that she noticed it on him. 

"Got any bags?" he asked. 

"We'll leave 'em in the car," said Gloria. "Did you lock up?" she asked 
Margo. 

"Yes," nodded the younger girl, yawning slightly. "I got to get some sleep 
now." 

"Sure you do," said the man. "What do you think I was doin' before you 
buzzed ...?" 

"I'm sorry," said Margo. "If it weren't for the rain and all, we'll, we'd 
have never bothered you like this." 

He stared at her, and his eyes seemed to burn into her chest, as if he were 
looking under her blouse and not at it. "Never mind that," he said, looking 
suspiciously back at the little door behind him. "I think later on tonight, 
if I'm awake and all-" 

"Mister!" said Gloria. "We'd just like a room! If you don't mind?" 

"Ahhhh, nuts," said the unshaven man, rubbing his jaw and then turning 
around and fidgeting with the rack of keys behind him. "Things just ain't 
what they used to be, that's all. Ain't what-" 

A dull, buzzing roar interrupted him. It was coming through the rain like 
some sort of factory sound, a grinding. Along with it was a sound of voices, 
young men hollering in the night like wolves. The sounds grew closer, 
louder, and then it was obvious that the sound was from two motorcycles. 

"Ah, shit," grunted the man behind the counter. 

"What's the matter?" asked Gloria. 

"Nothin'," said the man. "Don't pay them no mind at all. Just take your key 
and go to your room." 

"What? asked Margo. "This is the strangest place-" 

She'd have gone on, but the motorcycle sounds were now overbearing, and the 
door then burst open. "Well, well, well," said a young man in a leather 
jacket, his eyes bright and his hands on his hips, "what have we here, Pop? 
Something for sonny to play with? A couple of little mices to keep the night 
young? Mmmm, mmmm!" 

Gloria looked out past the young man who stood and blocked the doorway. 
Searching the car with a flashlight through the passenger windows was 
another young man. He was straddling an idling motorcycle. "What's that 
young man doing out there in the rain looking in our car?" 

"What are these young girls doing standing in my motel office?" asked the 
young man with his hands on his hips and a big wide grin on his lips. 

"They wanna stay the night," said the man behind the counter. "And I told 
'em, Lance, that it was alright." 

"Of course it is," said Lance Ranger, unbuttoning his leather jacket. "Hey, 
Kevin," he called over his shoulder, "turn off my hog, man, and come on in 
here." Then he turned back to the man behind the counter. "Put 'em in cabin 
four, Eddie," he said softly. 

"I was puttin' 'em in three," said the man behind the counter, Eddie. 

"Four, Eddie. And shut up." He leered at the two girls and Margo and Gloria 
both wandered if just maybe they might have been better off risking the 
hair-pin curves and the rain and the black night on Route Eighteen instead 
of having to deal with this young man who claimed he owned the motel. 

"I'm sure it doesn't matter one bit," said Gloria. "As long as there's two 
beds and-" 

"That's the spirit," said Lance, cutting her off. "It doesn't matter one 
bit. So put 'em in four, Eddie. You hear me? Cabin four." 

And with that, the young man went behind the counter and into the small room 
beyond. He shut the door after himself without saying another word to either 
the girls or the man named Eddie. 

Margo and Gloria looked at one another with chills running up and down their 
spines. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The behavior of the desk 
clerk and the strange young man in the leather jacket was so odd! A few 
minutes later, however, as they shut the door to the small cabin numbered 
"four," they completely forgot about the motel characters and began to make 
their beds. Outside it was raining and thundering harder than ever. 

 Chapter Four 

"There's the heater," said Gloria, quickly falling to her knees in front of 
the small electric heater in one corner of the room. She flicked it on, and 
a moment later the coils had turned a bright red and had begun to fill the 
room with a toasty heat. She stood in front of the thing rubbing her palms 
together, letting her body enjoy the new found warmth. 

"This sure is an odd place," said Margo, looking around and testing the beds 
by sitting on the edge of the mattress. "I wonder why they didn't have the 
sign on advertising?" 

"I don't know," said Gloria. "By the way, thanks for bringing along your 
overnight bag. We're gonna need some of those things, just to stay 
comfortable tonight." 

"Sure," said Margo. "Glad to help." She went into the small bathroom at one 
corner of the cabin and began undressing. She unbuttoned her blouse and 
removed her brassiere first. 

It was so odd, she thought, to be out in the world and on her own, just like 
a grown up woman. She shut the bathroom door behind her and looked closely 
at her breasts. They were chill-coated and large. The nipples were mushroom 
brown colored, and the tips were a bright pinkish hue. The tips of her 
breasts were sticking out like little soldiers at attention, and the breasts 
themselves were covered with goose bumps. 

She removed her skirt and felt a shiver in her thighs. It was as if the 
rain, the motel, and the sight of the two young men on their motorcycles had 
all added up to one thing only: fear! She shook with the fright that 
imagination can make possible. In the bottom of her mind she felt like 
someone was watching her, as if she were being viewed by some total 
stranger. Of course, she put this out of her consciousness, for she felt 
that this was a kind of fear on her part rather than anything to do with 
reality. 

A moment later, naked save for a small housecoat she'd brought with her from 
the dorm, she exited the bathroom and joined Gloria again in the main part 
of the cabin. The older girl was already under the sheets and blankets of 
her bed. 

Between the two beds was a small yellow lamp which Margo flicked on. Then 
she turned the overhead cabin light off and pulled back the sheets. The room 
was dark except in the immediate vicinity of the lamp between the beds and 
where the heater glowed red and bright. "It's so cozy here," said Margo, 
sitting down between the two beds, on her mattress. 

"Isn't it nice? After all that driving I mean," agreed Gloria. "I'm glad we 
decided to stop." Gloria watched Margo carefully. The younger girl had let 
her housecoat fall slightly open. Without wanting to, Gloria had a perfect 
view of her friend's voluptuous pendular breasts. She could also see the 
teenager's smooth, young belly and the tops of her nice supple thighs. Just 
between Margo's legs, Gloria could make out the beginning of the younger 
girl's thatched pubic triangle. She looked up at Margo. 

"I wonder," the younger girl was saying, "what those two young boys were up 
to ... with their motorcycles ... and looking in the car and all." 

"I don't know," said Gloria, thinking to herself: Of course we know what 
they were up to, dearie ... They were up to thinking about sex and about us 
and we held them off by letting them know what kind of girls we were. Don't 
be such a prude! 

"Oh, well," continued the younger of the women, removing her housecoat and 
remaining nakedly perched on the edge of the mattress, "I suppose we'll see 
the last of them in the morning. That one who came into the office certainly 
was brazen and cold, wasn't he? The way he was saying My motel and Give them 
room number four! I mean, really, I thought Danny and Roger were pushy 
sometimes. He was just too much!" 

"I know what you mean," said Gloria, turning away on her side so as not to 
be embarrassed by her friend's nakedness. There was something about the 
young girl's frankness, the way she sat with her knee now pulled up against 
her bare breasts so that she could look at her toes ... something that made 
Gloria wonder about the youthful college girl. "Have you ever had sex 
before?" she asked quietly, looking in the other direction. 

Margo giggled slightly. "Well, if you can call petting on the bluff sex, I 
guess so." 

"No, I mean intercourse," said Gloria. 

"Well, to tell you the truth," began Margo, "I'm not sure." 

Gloria laughed. "This ought to be good. What do you mean, you're not sure? 
Don't you know? It seems the kind of thing-at least from my experience-that 
you know right away about ... " 

"Well, it didn't hurt, if that's what you mean by 'right away'. And there 
wasn't any blood. And it didn't feel like all that much to me. That's why I 
say I don't know." 

"Who was it?" asked Gloria, turning and looking at Margo now. 

"Roger," said the younger girl, changing feet. She pulled her other leg up 
against her large smooth naked breast and began looking at the toes on that 
foot. 

"Actually," conceded Gloria, "it takes a while before you actually enjoy it. 
I always liked the looks of a naked man, but I never really liked fondling 
him until I got a little older." 

"What do you mean fondle?" asked Margo innocently looking up at Gloria. 

"You know, playing with his cock." 

"I didn't play with Roger's cock. Well, that's not all true. Once I gave him 
a hand-job. What a mess. There was that cream all over the car and 
everything and-" 

"Didn't it make you hot though?" asked Gloria. "Didn't it make you feel hot 
and all warm inside?" 

"It happened so quickly," said Margo, going back to her toes. "I don't know. 
I guess I'm still kind of a virgin." 

Gloria pulled the sheets up close around her shoulders. The talk about sex 
was making her think back to the times she'd spent with young men friends. 
She had one steady lover, an older man who was very experienced in things 
sexual and always willing to provide her with whatever sort of physical 
satisfaction she wanted. She knew that her craves were deep and this man 
agreed with her. But this weekend he was busy with his work-and with his 
wife-so she'd chosen to go away with Margo. But now, alone in the dark 
little cabin room except for her friend, with the talk of sex heavy on her 
mind, she was beginning to taunt herself with one finger, slowly, under 
cover of the sheets, drawing her hand back and forth between her thighs. She 
could feel her own slick loins chilling instantly, and with a quick 
secretive poke at the fleshy lips of her vagina, she knew immediately that 
her pussy was already filling with a heat and wetness that belied her inner 
thoughts. 

"Oooh, Margo," she said quietly, "would you mind turning out the light? All 
this talk about sex has made me sleepy." 

"Sleepy? It's made me-" 

"Never mind that," said Gloria. "We better get some sleep. Especially since 
we have to be up early tomorrow and on our way skiing, eh?" 

"Okay," said Margo, accepting the daughterly role that Gloria wanted her to 
play. She climbed under the sheets and shivered, enough so that her 
shoulders trembled. Then she reached out and turned off the lamp. 

A moment later, fearful that her passions might be too vocal once she got 
underway, Gloria crept silently out of bed and tip-toed into the cabin 
bathroom. She closed the door behind her. 

 Chapter Five 

"Look at that, man! Oooh, yeah! She just went into the John!" 

"Lemme up there," hissed Lance Ranger, taking Kevin by the collar and 
pulling him down off the chair in room three of the motel. He took his 
buddy's place in the elevated position and stared through the peephole. 
"Oooh, yeah, man, this is a big break ... a big, big, break!" 

Room three was adjacent at every wall with room four, and in each of the 
walls Lance Ranger had installed a small viewing cylinder which enabled him 
to look into the cabin and bathroom with extra special clarity. "Ooooh, 
yeah," he hissed just now, feeling his scrotal sack tighten, his testicles 
beginning to churn with lust, for what he viewed was the sight of naked 
Gloria squatting down on the toilet seat of room four and spreading her 
thighs so that she would have access with one hand to the pubic triangle 
which camouflaged her moistly puckering labial lips. 

"She's startin' to do it," grunted Lance Ranger. "She's puttin' a finger 
down to her cunt. There she goes! Oh, yeah, this babe is wild! She's one 
hell of a horny fuckin' bitch!" He changed eyes and stared through the peep 
hole down at the sight of naked, masturbating Gloria Eddleton. 

Gloria had one hand between her supple, alabaster thighs, and the other 
palmed one of her large, smooth breasts. From time to time she plucked the 
ripened nipple of her breast and tweaked it into a lively twitch while 
simultaneously fingering her rubbery clitoris. The nerve-laden bud was 
slippery wet, and because Gloria held her pouting cuntal lips spread apart, 
Lance Ranger could actually see the young woman flicking and rubbing the 
ball of her index finger up and down around the smooth, excitable vaginal 
flesh. 

"Hot damn!" he groaned on the other side of the wall, and he reached down 
between his legs and began unconsciously rubbing with his palm at the 
growing bulge in his own trousers. He wanted to pull his cock out of his 
pants and start jacking it off right then and there, but he decided it might 
be better to just stroke himself some while waiting for the young woman to 
get a little more aroused with her masturbation. 

"She's gettin' so fucking hot, Kevin," he told his friend. "I wish there was 
another hole for you, buddy, but it's just tough luck." 

"Lemme have a little peek, Lance, will ya?" asked Kevin Arnold, his mouth 
hanging open in jealousy as he watched his friend leering above on the 
chair. 

"Alright, take a little look," whispered Lance, climbing down off the chair. 

Kevin climbed up in his place. He put his eye against the hole and peered 
into the well-lit bathroom. He saw in the opposite corner, facing him 
practically, the young nineteen year old woman. Her legs were not only 
spread now, but she had one foot up on the edge of the seat so that her 
thigh looked long and the flesh of it taut and slick. Her cuntal lips were 
fully open and she drew a finger up and down the wet slippery gash. She was 
working her labia and flipping and rubbing her aroused clit as she did. Her 
other hand was squeezing and rolling the creamy, resilient flesh of her 
breasts. 

"She's too much!" hissed Kevin. "Oh, yeah, she's got her head back now ... 
she's really gettin' into it, man ... Oooh, yeah, she's finger-fuckin' 
herself now!" 

Again Lance Ranger yanked his buddy from the chair and resumed his position. 
Indeed, he found it to be true. The young woman had two fingers pounded into 
the depths of her vagina, and she was rolling her knuckles against the outer 
lips of her cunt while digging her long bony fingers into the satiny walls 
of her interior vagina. "She's goin' wild, alright. She's really fucking her 
pussy up good now ...!" 

In the bathroom, Gloria was panting out loud and passionately, her pussy 
heating up to the maximum in a matter of a few deft strokes. She let her leg 
down and then saw that the sink was at just the right angle and spacing that 
she could lift her thigh up over it and thus sit comfortably on the toilet 
with one foot raised and her loins spread wide apart and open. She put her 
head back and began in earnest to pump her cunt with her knowing, 
experienced fingers ... until she could hardly stand the excitement that 
raged in the form of a glowing heat between her long, scissor-sharp thighs! 

"Ahhhhh, fuck," she grunted softly, plunging her fingers into the remote 
depths of her cuntal belly. "Sheeezzee, yessss!" Her nostrils were flaring, 
and her breasts were tightened with goose bumps. The tips of her nipples 
were hardened and sticking out like a couple of miniature hat-posts. 
"Ooooh," she groaned as her finger ground up and down in the fleshy 
aperture of her cuntal wetness. "Mmmmm ... yess-ssssssss!" 

"She's so hot," whispered Lance Ranger on the other side of the bathroom 
wall. "Kevin, she's about to have herself a cum!" 

"I wanna see," said the other young man. 

"Forget it," said Lance, "from here on out she's all mine ... Mmmmm, look at 
her go!" 

At that moment Gloria had just about peaked with excitement. Her clitoris 
felt as hot as a well-burning coal. She could hardly keep from moaning 
aloud, but she knew that Margo was asleep in the other room. Suddenly she 
found herself picturing the last time she was in her lover's arms, his body 
slamming down between her legs, his long hard cock filling her cunt with 
prick-shaft thickness, the spongy mushroom-head boring into her belly like a 
tempered piece of steel. 

"Oooh, yes, fuck ... "she cried out softly. "Fuck me, Burt ... fuck me 
hardddddd-dd ...!" She leaned over in a fit of rapture and pumped her finger 
into the pouting swollen lips of her aroused vagina with undulating and 
deliberate steadiness. She knew that now was the time to take herself the 
rest of the way up the ecstasy climb, up into the land of her self-aroused 
bliss. "Just ... a little ... morrrrrrrr ... " she told herself softly. 
"Just one more ... mmmm-mm ... yessssssss," and she practically collapsed in 
relaxation as the steady pumping of her own fingers now matched the rhythmic 
contractions and swallowing of her orgasmically finishing cunt. She was 
cumming and enjoying every second of it. 

"Oooh, yeah," said Lance Ranger, unbeknownst to Gloria who was now slumped 
in post-ecstasy bliss on the toilet seat, wiping her fingers on her thighs. 
"That cunt there knows just about everything a woman would ever need to 
know!" He climbed down from his chair at the wall and indicated that Kevin 
could help himself. 

"She's washing her hands now," said Kevin once he was in position on the 
chair and at the wall. "Oh, wow, look at her," he said softly. "She's even 
better than the other one, I bet," added Kevin. 

"Take your pick, my friend," said Lance, deep in concentrated thought. "I 
think you can even have both of them, if you want ... " 

Kevin looked down from the peephole. "She's leaving there now ... " 

Lance Ranger smiled. "Good. She's probably ready for a little party action 
now, wouldn't you say?!" 

Kevin smiled lecherously. "Yeahhhh," he said, nodding dumbly. "I think I see 
what ya mean ... "He was staring through the peephole at the smooth white 
rounds of Gloria's big ass cheeks as she wiggled out of the John. 

 Chapter Six 

Margo Cunningham lay alone in the small cabin room trying to put out of her 
mind the sound of Gloria's passionate breathing. She'd heard about young 
women who masturbated themselves, and even on occasion she'd allowed herself 
such liberties-but for the most part, she tried not to think about it. 

The door to the bathroom opened and Margo closed her eyes, feigning sleep. 
She didn't want Gloria to know she was awake. After all, maybe it would even 
save her friend some embarrassment this way ... 

"Are you awake?" asked Gloria, climbing nakedly into her bed. "Margo?" 

Margo lay perfectly still with her eyes shut. She didn't want to speak with 
Gloria just now, especially after the older girl had done something so 
shameful. It was a vile idea ... something she wished not to think about any 
more. She rolled sideways so as to face the other direction, toward the 
cabin wall. Secretly, Margo admired Gloria for having the courage to satisfy 
herself the way she did. It was always like that, Gloria was always getting 
what she wanted. She was always going places where there were men and doing 
things that were looked at by some people as nasty or vile. Well, enough of 
that ... it's time for sleep ... 

Margo began to lose track of her thoughts. She thought she heard Gloria 
asking something, but then she was sound asleep. She had no idea how long a 
period of time passed, but she woke with a start. She didn't sit up but she 
opened her eyes suddenly and quickly. 

The room was pitch black. She couldn't tell if ten minutes had gone by ... 
or two hours. The rain was still falling, the room was completely dark, 
there was the occasional sound of thunder. 

As she lay wondering what it was that had awakened her, Margo realized that 
she could hear Gloria's heavy breathing. Then, slowly but surely, she came 
to have the impression that there was more than one other person in the 
small room with her, that some other person or persons were there nearby ... 
also breathing! 

"Who's there?" she hissed at the blackness in front of her, sensing that 
whoever it was might be standing at the foot of the bed. "Who is it?" She 
sat up and as she did neglected to pull with her sheets, and her breasts 
chilled with the feel of the cold night air that passed over her naked body. 

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck out in the sky and its white blaze 
filled the small cabin room with intense bright light ... and Margo saw that 
standing at the foot of her bed, unbuttoning his shirt, was the young man, 
Lance Ranger, who had intruded while they were checking in. 

"Oooooh!" she shrieked, and the room went dark, blacker than before even, as 
the illumination from the lightning disappeared as quickly and suddenly as 
it had appeared. 

"Get her," said Lance Ranger in the dark, "and hold her down." 

"Right," said a second male voice, and as she started to back off, away from 
what she presumed would be the direction of the attack, Margo felt a pair of 
moist, thick hands wrap around her shoulders and pull her struggling naked 
torso down into the soft mattress. 

"Stop it," she shrieked. "What are you doing?! No! Stop it!" 

"Shut yer mouth," scolded the first voice, Lance Ranger's, and a hard, empty 
palm came smacking across her face before she could even think. 

"What's going on?" cried Gloria Eddleton from her bed, suddenly waking and 
sitting up. 

"Just hold on to your cookies, ladies, and let me make introductions ... " 

"What the hell?" cried Gloria, and the lights went on in the room. 

Margo was already sobbing with the effrontery of having a complete stranger 
holding her naked body down on the mattress, and Gloria was staring at the 
man who stood at the light switch, Lance Ranger. "It's party time, girls ... 
You know what I mean? We're gonna have some fun together ...!" 

"Get out of here," hissed Gloria. 

"You don't have to thank me right away," said Lance, pulling his shirt off 
one sleeve at a time and folding it over a chair which was propped under the 
handle of the only door into the room. "It's part of the motel policy to 
make sure that all guests are satisfied in every way possible." 

"You bastards!" cried Gloria. "Both of you, get out of here!" She stood up 
with a sheet around her shoulders and started across the room toward the 
door. She reached down for the chair that held the door shut and started to 
remove it from under the handle. 

Lance reached out and with one hand snapped the white sheet from Gloria's 
body. She stood shuddering and naked, and when she started to lift the chair 
away from the door again, he slapped her twice quickly on either cheek. She 
backed off from the chair and shook a fist at him: "You have no right," she 
sobbed. "Stop this right now! I'll call the police ...!" She turned and 
started to the back of the room where the phone was. Lance Ranger took a 
large step alongside her and reached the phone before she did, and in one 
fell swoop swung that phone away from the wall and in doing so yanked the 
wires out of the connection. 

"Oooh, God," moaned Gloria, "do you know what you're doing? Do you know-" 

He didn't let her complete her sentence. He reached out with both hands and 
pulled her face up close to his and kissed her long and hard in the mouth. 
His tongue dove into her throat and fished around like a French tuna 
fisherman until she was nearly gasping for breath. He pulled away and looked 
down at her lust-hardened nipples. "I know exactly what I'm doing-exactly!" 
His hands shot out again, and this time wrapped around the smooth small of 
her white back and pulled her up against his bare chest. His thigh spread 
her thighs and rode up between her surprised loins until his Levi's touched 
on her pubic triangle and she wriggled to get free, riding his leg like a 
young girl on a new pony. 

"Stop it," she hissed, but again he kissed her and one hand came up and took 
charge of her large, voluptuous breast. He palmed and kneaded the soft, 
resilient flesh of her breast, paying special attention to the cherry-red 
nipple while simultaneously with the other hand cupping her white buttocks 
and squeezing them and fisting them with his fingers, kneading the soft, 
sexual flesh until both her breast and her asscheeks were reddened with 
welts from his hard loving. Then he ceased kissing her and stood away. Hot 
tears of humiliating hurt ran down her cheeks and she shook her head from 
side to side, undeniably aroused by his ardent stroking and kissing, and 
when she started to speak again, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, 
"Don't even think about trying to tell me you don't like it, honey. I saw 
you in that bathroom there. The real McCoy is gonna be a lot nicer than 
anything you can do with your fingers. So just settle down some, and I'll go 
easy on you. Besides, it's your little virginal friend I'm interested in 
anyhow. So you just be nice and I'll go real easy on you, eh? One little 
fuck with Kevin is all you'll have to do. The rest'll be a cinch, eh?" As he 
finished whispering in her ear he let her face go-he'd been holding her by 
the chin and jaw-and he patted her on the cheek. "That's a good girl. Just 
go sit down!" 

"Oooh," she huffed, but she followed his directions and went and sat down on 
the bed. She started to cover herself but he snatched the sheet away from 
her again. "You just stay naked," he said, "now that you're used to it and 
all ... " He turned his attention to Margo. 

"How did you get in here?" the teenager girl snapped at him immediately, 
still struggling mildly against the hard-pressing hands of Lance Ranger's 
friend, Kevin Arnold. "What do you want from us? You have no right! It's-" 

"Shut-up," said Lance, leaning and then sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

"Oooh, please don't hurt me," she begged him in a mousey, frightened voice. 
"Please ...?" 

"Now, if you're a good little girl-" He reached for his belt buckle and 
began undoing the metal clasp. "-and you behave yourself, you won't get 
hurt." 

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, seeing his hands working in front of him 
and hearing the sound of his belt buckle coming undone. "Why are you getting 
undressed?" 

"Why do you think, little girl?" He stood up and let his trousers slip down 
around his knees and ankles. Then he sat down, in just his underwear and 
started pulling the pants off over his shoes. "I can't make love to you and 
your friend while I've got my pants on now, can I?" 

"Oh, God," sobbed Margo, "you must be kidding?! I-I-I never d-did anything 
... And-and we don't even know you!" 

"So?" came Lance Ranger's nonchalant response. "I don't care who you are. By 
the way, what's your name?" 

"Oh, God, Gloria," cried Margo, "what are we going to do? What are we going 
to-?" 

"First off," snapped Lance, grabbing her chin, "you're going to tell me your 
name." 

"M-Margo," she stuttered, face full of fright. He let go of her chin. "Hold 
her steady there, Kevin. I'm gonna take off my underwear now and I don't 
want her jump-in' for my cock right off, ya know? Know what I mean, Gloria?" 

Kevin chuckled at his friend's sarcasm and bravado. "Got her good, boss! 
Right by the tits!" 

Lance looked at the way Kevin was holding young Margo Cunningham. "Just keep 
a good hold on her there, Kevin." He slipped out of his underwear and stood 
naked between the two small single motel beds. Gloria averted her eyes by 
looking the other way. Margo merely shut hers. 

"Now, now, girls," said Lance, "who wants to go first? You honey?" He 
reached out and took Margo's chin again. She opened her eyes and blushed 
crimson red when her gaze came upon the stiffening trunk like seven inch 
cock that hung between Lance Ranger's hairy, muscular legs. 

"Or you?" He turned and faced Gloria, putting his hands on his naked hips. 

Margo chanced a look in his direction and was greeted now with his hairy 
buttocks. She turned her face away again, unable to bear the thought and 
sight of what was about to happen. 

"Come on there, little Gloria," said Lance, "lemme show yer young friend 
here what it's all about, eh?" He grabbed Gloria by the wrist and pulled her 
up off the bed. She screamed, seemingly involuntarily, as if it just escaped 
her without thinking, and Lance struck her across the face with his open 
palm and hissed, "You keep quiet, I told ya! You hear me?" He pulled her up 
hose, getting her around the waist with both hands now, and he said almost 
right next to her lips, "I'm gonna do some stuff with you lady, and you 
better cooperate, you hear? Or I'll do some other stuff that you won't like 
one bit. You get the picture?" 

She nodded through a veil of tears, and then he pulled up another chair from 
the motel desk set and sat her down in it by shoving her. She nearly lost 
her balance and tipped over but she caught hold of the desk and looked at 
him as if to say, Well, you can shove me around and abuse me, but you don't 
have to be an ape about it, really ... I'll cooperate ... 

He had some rope with him, and he used it to tie her up. He laced it around 
her shoulders and pulled her arms against the arms of the chair. Big red 
welts appeared right away on her upper arms, and then on her legs, as well, 
almost the instant he tied her there. 

Once she was secured to the chair he began fondling her breasts. Rubbing one 
or the other of the pinched resilient nipples or breasts, he would work his 
hands from side to side, palming her quickly aroused flesh and making her 
body as excited as could be. She panted at him from time to time, 
half-resisting the effects of his hands on her easily aroused breasts and 
nipples, half-wanting more. He was making her very easily into a debauched 
young woman. 

"You see how she responds, Kevin? Ain't she sweet?" He turned to Kevin and 
Margo. "You'll do the same, Margo honey, just as soon as I get myself sucked 
off a little here. You'll get your chance, too, mmm?" 

Margo shook her head. "You'll never get me like that. I'd sooner be dead!" 

"Don't be so melodramatic about it, honey," said Kevin, pulling Margo's 
straining torso back against him and holding her captive with brutally 
strong fingers that squeezed and kneaded the smooth flesh of her arms while 
holding her secure. "You'll get yours," he added, "and you won't forget it, 
either!" 

"That's the spirit, Kevin," said Lance Ranger who was now standing in front 
of Gloria and stroking his cock. "Just a minute more, little one, and you'll 
be swallowing up my prick, eh?" He pumped his prick a few times quickly in a 
row, and then he stepped forward and straddled his legs around Gloria's 
bound thighs. She sat in the chair with her face at waist height and he 
approached steadily. 

His cock was only a few inches from Gloria's mouth when Margo screamed. 
"Nooo, Gloria, don't do it! Don't do it, please ...! You don't have to do 
it! He can't make you do that ...!" 

"Ah, shit," said Kevin, putting his hand over her mouth, "just try and keep 
quiet, little girl. Or I'll have to smack you around some more. You got 
that?" He ground the heel of his palm into her lips and twisted her neck in 
such a way that if she tried to speak it would cause her incredible, 
knifelike agony. "Uuuuuhhh," she gurgled on his pressing hand, and that was 
all. 

Lance pressed forward with the head of his throbbing prick cap. The bloated 
tip of the spongy helmet was looming large against Gloria's thick moist 
lips. "Mmmm, no," she protested, but Lance pressed forward even harder and 
with one hand under her captured jaw yanked her mouth wide open. Then he 
shot forward with a flick of his hips and jammed his plunging cock forward 
so as to plug up her throat entirely. Instinctively, in order to breathe, 
she closed her lips around his prick and sucked for air through her nose. 
And with that she began sucking like a baby at a mother's teat on his hot 
throbbing cock head. 

"Oooh, yeah," he said, "that's what I like to see, honey! That's what I 
like! Yeahhhhhh ...!" After a moment of watching her lips wrapped 
salaciously around the tip of his penis, he commanded her to put more ardour 
in the sucking. "Come on," he snapped, "do it like you mean it, honey! Rally 
'round the flag pole, baby! Come on! I saw you in the John, you're a pro-now 
gimme some! And look up at me while you do it. I wanna see a smile on your 
face when my dick shoots down your throat!" 

He pushed forward with his crotch and sank another inch of the turgid 
lust-stiffened prick cap between her quaking wet ovaled lips. He shuddered 
as he felt the underside of his cock slide over the rough edges of her crisp 
white bottom teeth. 

"Move that tongue around, Gloria!" he grunted, more sure than ever that he 
could get a good blow-job from her if she wanted to give it. His lips curled 
in a sneer of cocky adolescent sadism. "Honey," he said, "you're slurpin' me 
up just right now ... just right!" 

With his hands cupping her head securely, he held her and began to face-fuck 
her with long lascivious thrusts that brought raspy moans of pleasure to the 
teenager's lips. Gloria moved her tongue skillfully, just as he had told 
her, and she could taste the first sweet-pungent secretion of his semen as 
his youthful passion boiled hotly in his lust-bloated testicles which from 
time to time slapped lightly against her heated chin. 

"Yeah, Gloria, baby ... you're really gettin' the hang of it now!" he 
laughed mockingly. She gagged as he delivered an especially brutal thrust 
that bounced off the back of her velvety throat passage. His face-fucking 
movements grew more frantic now, his good-sized cock throbbing with 
salacious arousal as her moist lips stretched around it and her cheeks 
bulged as she struggled to accommodate his growing hugeness. His coarse 
pubic curls tickled her nose and chin as his throbbing cock shaft speared 
into the depths of her long swallowing neck. 

"I wanna see some real action, Gloria, baby ... Come on now ... I saw you 
jackin' on your clit in the bathroom. I know you're just as hot an' horny a 
bitch as they make 'em. Show your little girlfriend there, Margo, how you 
really do it. Show Margo you really know how to suck a big cock, Gloria. 
Come on, show her what you're really made of!" 

He looked over his shoulder. Margo was watching. She was being forced. Kevin 
held her face from behind so that she had to witness the devastating rape of 
her friend's face and mouth. What she couldn't understand was why Gloria 
went along with him. She could have refused, she could bite him ... she 
could do anything ... but not that ... not sucking his private organ that 
way ... it was so gruesome ...! So vile ...! 

And yet she had to admit that her heart was racing in her chest ever since 
she'd laid eyes on that huge thrusting shaft of his. How did it grow so 
large? she wondered. And why did he get pleasure from putting it in her 
mouth? It was so awful to think of having something like that plunged into 
her face ... and yet it was something that made her lips wet and thick with 
desire ... and her heart was thundering ... and her face was filled with a 
crimson blush! 

Was it possible, she wondered, that she really desired the forbidden wicked 
act for herself? Was it possible that the spectacle of Gloria's humiliation 
was actually making Margo herself hot with desire? It was too much to think 
about ... too vile ... too disgusting ...! 

Gloria gagged and choked, more from shame and desperation than anything 
else, but through it all, as the young man's deep-thrusting cock bored 
relentlessly through her ovaled lips, she discovered a simple, wanton act 
that promised her relief from his choking assault on her throat ... she 
managed to relax her throat muscles and let his prick slither snake-like and 
huge down into her deep inner neck! 

It was simply an accident the first time she had merely swallowed her warm 
sloshing saliva just as he prodded especially cruelly down her throat. To 
her amazement ... his cock slipped right down into the velvety fist-grip of 
her gullet! 

Gloria knew what was coming now ... that with the increased tempo of Lance 
Ranger's jerking cock, that he could only be seconds away from his spurting, 
gushing orgasm ... that cum bullets would be spraying down her hard 
swallowing hot wet throat! 

Lance looked down at her and an idea flashed in his lust-stirred adolescent 
mind. "Hey, baby, I'm gonna let go of you for a minute, and loosen your 
ropes. You trustworthy now?" 

She nodded as his cock continued to plunge in and out of her ovalled lips. 

He released the bonds that held her in the chair. Margo gasped. It meant now 
that what Gloria was doing was voluntary. "Stop it," she started to say, but 
Kevin held her mouth with his fingers tight against her lips, his thumb 
practically stuffed into her face, and she could barely breathe, let alone 
talk. 

"Okay," said Lance to Gloria, "now hold your tits up here. Make 'em touch my 
balls while you suck me off the rest of the way." 

As per his instructions, Gloria lifted her large, comely breasts and pressed 
the smooth satin-soft tops against the underside of his tightened scrotum 
while his prick continued to shove and plunge in her inner neck. 

Gloria admitted to herself that her nipples were shamelessly erect, hardened 
by the sheer wantoness of the act she was performing. Lance began to 
face-fuck her with growing abandon, every backward grind of his hips pulling 
his long thick cock from her throat until just the purplish, mushroom shaped 
head remained between her moist lips. He looked down at his cock there 
between her lips, enjoying the lurid excitement of seeing this woman 
hungrily licking and nibbling at his young hard prick. Then, with a grunt of 
naked lust, he would ram it between her lips against the back of her throat 
with a gagging thrust that brought a sighing whimper of pleasure to the 
young teenager's lips as he felt his cock slip wetly into the velvety grip 
of her throat. 

There was a little pain at first, as she began to chokingly swallow his 
cock-head to keep from gagging, just the briefest moment of sharp exquisite 
agony as the end of his long pipe-rigid prick bent to slither hotly down her 
gullet. But now the pain was gone, and left was the incredibly arousing 
sensation of a massaging cock-like stiffness rubbing the whole naked 
interior of her mouth and throat ... charging and pulsing and ... shooting 
out sperm! 

She gulped frantically, trying to get it all down, instinctively knowing 
that this alone would please him, wondering why she was doing it ... Was it 
the fact that she didn't care, deep down inside? That she longed for a cock 
like this in her throat and it didn't matter where it came from or how, 
really? 

Whatever the reason, a numbing sensation tightened in her loins and radiated 
hotly through her young, voluptuous body until it seemed to concentrate 
excitingly in the tips of her rubbing, massaging breasts which she still 
held up to his churning, exploding testicles. It was the undeniable heat of 
her own arousal! She was beginning to get turned on to this forbidden act 
... she wanted the young hard cock and she could not hide it from herself a 
moment longer! She wanted that gushing creamy cum down her throat ... She 
wanted to suck him and to lick him there between his muscled thighs until he 
finished emptying his lust-bloated balls into her belly! 

Lance felt the volcano-like eruption of his long aching cock begin deep in 
the passion-distended orbs of his testicles; it churned and seethed there 
like boiling cream a few moments before, and then, like some Niki missile 
exploding with full force and going dead on for the target, he jammed 
forward into the young woman's neck and began spewing out his semen. He held 
her with his hands tightened over her ears and let the river of semen just 
keep pumping into her, along the long hard length of his penis. He slowed 
his thrusting but kept charging her full of his cum. There seemed to be no 
end to the river of semen he filled her belly with. 

On the bed, watching despite herself, Margo sweated in a state of suppressed 
passion. She'd heard stories of moments like this, and she'd even imagined 
from time to time something as depraved for herself. But to actually witness 
the event itself, to be nakedly captive in the arms of a stranger and forced 
to view the violation of her friend's oral passageway ... it was just too 
overwhelming for her! She could see the way Lance's throbbing ejaculation 
cockhead bulged in her friend's cheek, and it almost made her forget 
completely about where she was and what was happening. It was just too 
intense a moment. And then Margo saw something that she would never ever 
forget! The semen from Lance's cock and balls was too much for Gloria's 
earnest swallowing efforts and it overflowed her mouth and dribbled 
obscenely from the corner of her lips down her chin. Two sticky wet white 
lines of creamy cum drained from her voraciously sucking ovalled lips while 
she swallowed the other stuff into her throat. 

"Ooooh, God," groaned Margo in anticipation of the debauchery which she knew 
the two teenagers had in store for her and in horror of what she was 
actually seeing right then and there, "you must stop! You have to stop!" 

"No, honey," said Kevin Arnold, his eyes twinkling with lechery as he 
watched also the defilement of the young girl's mouth, "that's where you're 
wrong-we don't have to stop at all. In fact, we only just started!" 

Lance seemed to go on for hours, days, an eternity! Gushing streams of 
white-hot young sperm that quenched, for the briefest moment, the hot flames 
of passion that were burning in Gloria's tender thighs. He was nearly 
completed, and Gloria could tell that there would be one more thing to do. 

When it was finally over, he let his cock slither wetly from her lips, down 
over her chin, staining the skin of her neck and chest with leavings from 
the forbidden act. 

He looked down at his rubbery cock, quickly deflating, and at the still 
tingling tip of the prick cap. "You left some, honey," he told Gloria 
Eddleton. "Finish me off." 

Margo could not believe her eyes. With obvious relish, Gloria reached up and 
took hold of Lance Ranger's prick with two hands and guided the limp tip 
into her mouth and sucked it once more, using her tongue to swab and cleanse 
the mushroom head until every drop of the sticky life-giving juice was 
removed from Lance Ranger's defiling prick. 

"Yeah," he said softly, "I knew she was a good suck. Just needed a nice hot 
cock to prove it, eh?" He smiled lecherously and backed away from the young 
woman who was wiping her hand across her mouth, licking her lips and getting 
settled in the chair. 

"You did really good, Gloria," said Lance, looking down at his clean, soft 
prick as he sat on the edge of Gloria's bed. "I have to say so-that's the 
second time I been sucked off tonight, and you did it just right!" 

He smiled and turned his eyes on Margo who trembled with fright. 

 Chapter Seven 

Margo stared back at Lance Ranger. Her mouth was gagged by Kevin Arnold's 
hand, and her arms were pinned by his huge, muscular arm. 

"You got yourself a nice little prize there, Kevin," said Lance 
sadistically. He reached across the narrow space between the two motel beds 
and fondled one of Margo's naked breasts. "Oooh, now," he said tweaking the 
nipple lightly, "ain't that a pretty little tit, eh?! Oooh, nize, baby ... 
really nize!" 

Margo wanted to die. The touch of his fingers was surprisingly cold. She 
wanted to keep from looking but could not help herself. His prick seemed to 
loom large and thick between his legs. There it was, the forbidden magic 
wand, as she'd heard it called in high school, and now, whether she liked to 
admit it or not, she was being fondled on her breasts in a way that she 
secretly enjoyed. It was as if all of her most desperate fantasies were 
being worked on her body by just the wrong person. 

"You a virgin really, honey?" asked Lance Ranger. 

"P-Please," she said when Kevin removed his hand from her mouth. "Haven't 
you done enough to us already? Breaking in here and abusing Gloria?" 

"We just got started, honey. Now I asked you a question-are you a virgin?" 

Her face filled with a flame red blush. 

"That answers my question-you're not. You done it. How many times?" 

"I don't have to tell you if I don't want to." 

"No, you don't," said Lance, chuckling to himself. Then he became 
desperately serious. "But if you don't," he said, all expression wiped clean 
off of his young sadistic lips, "I'll do some things to your body that you 
won't want to remember, honey. So tell me-how many times?" 

Again her face filled with fear and a blush at that same time. She looked at 
Gloria who was rubbing her palms on her naked thighs. She didn't want to 
tell anyone this, but now she had to. "I did it once," Margo blurted. "Just 
once." 

"You naughty girl," said Kevin sarcastically still holding her by the 
shoulders, "don't you know better than that? You shouldn't be out 
fucking-not even once. We're gonna have to teach you a lesson. Or maybe two. 
Or three! Ha, ha, ha! I like this one here, Lance," he continued, pulling 
her back against his chest and giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Gimme 
a kiss, honey. Come on and make Kevin proud of you, eh? Mmmm, gimmeee ... " 

She struggled and spat at him and tried to keep from letting her lips come 
in contact with his. He had one hand wrapped around her arm and squeezing at 
her breast, while the other worked to hold her face and neck in position. 
But somehow he couldn't quite overpower her enough to get his lips in 
contact with hers. 

"You bitch," he hissed, and then he dove for her breast and sucked up the 
tip of her nipple with his thick hungry lips and swabbing tongue. He pulled 
her breast with his sucking mouth and let it go. "There, that's something," 
he said, and he kissed her on the neck. 

"You don't like Kevin?" said Lance. "Give her over to me, Kev. You have some 
fun with her friend there, with Gloria. I think Gloria's nice and hot now. 
She's not the kind of a girl who can just suck a cock and stop it at that, 
if I'm not mistaken. Go on and give her some of what she really wants ... " 

"Please, Mister," moaned Gloria in protest. 

"Shut-up," snapped Lance Ranger. "You fuck Kevin or I'll beat you. Just do 
it. Me and little Orphan Annie here are gonna watch. You do a good job, ya 
hear Gloria? Pretend it's me ...!" 

Margo felt her own breath coming more quickly. The exchange was made. She 
was now in the clutching arms and hands of the naked adolescent, Lance 
Ranger. She felt his flaccid prick rub against the back of her supple thigh 
as he got into position to hold her. His hands wrapped around her breasts 
and held her against his belly, from behind. "I got her good," he said. "You 
go take care of Gloria baby, Kevin. Have yourself some fun with her. Pretend 
you're in the bathroom with her the way she was in there herself a little 
while ago ... " He laughed mercilessly and gave Margo's breasts an 
extra-special squeezing. "Oooh, yeah, honey," he hissed hotly in Margo's 
ear, "yer just gonna love what we got in store for you next ... It's gonna 
be delicious ...!" 

Margo couldn't believe it was actually happening. She looked up from the 
fingers laced around her breasts and saw her good friend Gloria laying down 
on the edge of the other bed, her feet dangling on the floor. 

"That's the way I like it," Kevin was saying. "Spread 'em out good!" 

From where she sat captive and held tight against Lance Ranger's hairy chest 
and belly, she was forced to witness the way in which Kevin Arnold intended 
to defile Gloria. He was slowly but surely undressing, removing his pants 
and his underwear and exposing himself .When he turned sideways, she 
couldn't help but see the huge, snake-like cock that dangled between his 
legs as he pulled off the rest of his clothing. 

"I'm gonna have myself some fun with her, Lance. I'm gonna take my time and 
really enjoy screwing her." 

"You do that, Kevin. You have yourself the best old time possible. Go on 
now. Get started!" 

Kevin sat down alongside Gloria and let one hand trace the smooth white top 
of her slender thigh. Her legs were spread and trembling the way he'd told 
her he wanted them: stretched open and vulnerable. As for her pussy, it was 
completely within view. The triangle of dark bristly pubic hair was silky 
wet and glistening, shining with a dew-like coating of clitoral juices that 
gleamed and beckoned like diamonds sparkling in the sun. He reached a finger 
into the clinging moist folds of her outer vagina and touched lightly at the 
nerve-laden sensuous leaves of her wet cunt. 

"Oooh, shit," grunted Gloria, her passions already significantly aroused 
from having been forced to face-fuck Lance Ranger's huge, throbbing cock. 
Now, with the feel of a single bony digit pressing into her pussy, her 
ardour redoubled instantly. 

"She's a hot one," hissed Kevin. "You just touch her there and she's gettin' 
off." 

"Stop yaking about it, stupid, and get to doing it!" barked Lance Ranger, 
his own hands now sliding down the front of Margo's smooth young body. 

"P-Please," said Margo, "d-don't do that ...? P-please ...?" 

"Say pretty please," he hissed in her ear as his palm slid down over the 
slight rise in her smooth, young stomach and continued to the naked patch of 
pubic hair between her legs. "And then I'll think about it ... " He laughed 
sadistically watched the goose bumps rise in her long, young thighs as the 
heel of his palm pressed down on the narrow wet gash of her pubic vee. One 
long bony finger arched over the fleshy slit and ducked into the sweet wet 
confines of the fold itself. 

"Oooh, God ...! Stop ...!" cried the teenager, her chest swelling with 
defiled pride as she looked down in horror to witness the intruding finger 
actually disappearing knuckle by knuckle into the hot wetness of her 
inexperienced cuntal sheath. She felt long, swelling interior muscles of her 
pussy beginning to contract and undulate involuntarily around the 
penetrating digit as it made its course into the swelled hot depths of her 
resistant belly. 

"Yeah ... yummy in the tummy ... mmmmm," moaned Lance Ranger lasciviously 
enjoying the digital preparation of the young girl's innocent vagina. "Nize 
... nize ... " he sighed in a trance-like voice as his finger swirled within 
the satiny genital heat of her pink puckering labia. He looked up and his 
own lecherous ardour was enhanced when he saw his friend Kevin Arnold making 
the headway with the seduction of the much more willing and experienced 
nineteen year old Gloria Eddleton. "How's it goin' over there?" he asked 
Kevin with a sly leer. "Gettin' her hot, Kev my man?" 

"You know it, Lance," said Kevin Arnold, his two hands holding Gloria's 
nubile white thighs wide-spread while he now pantingly applied kisses to the 
seductive smooth plane of creamy naked flesh above Gloria's vagina. He was 
bowed down over her pubis with his lips widespread and his tongue gliding 
here and there in the vicinity of the young woman's raging cunt. 

"Oooh," groaned Gloria, pitiably vulnerable to the wet kissing tongue that 
now drew caresses around the lips of her openly splayed vagina. The feel of 
the long, snake-like tongue thrashing around her pussy gave her such a jolt 
of erotic energy that she thought she might flip up off the bed. Restraining 
herself, she lifted her hips in a rhythmic swell that went meshing her cunt 
up against the teenager's pressing mouth lips and tongue, and her hungry 
pussy accepted the interjected tongue into itself ... swallowed it 
desperately, for she was needy for it ... longed for it ... had to have more 
and more of its incredible licking potential rubbing and grinding on her 
excited clitoris! 

"Oooh, noooo," she protested, trying to maintain the image of innocence 
which none of them really believed in any longer, "don't do that ... Ooooh, 
noooo!" 

"Ha!" cried Kevin, pulling his mouth from the wet lips of her cunt and 
smacking his own lips with the clit juice which wetted them, "she loves it 
... but she keeps pretending! I like a bitch like that ...! I really do!" 

He dove back into the hotness between Gloria's white thighs and enjoyed the 
feel of her slick loins pressing, squeezing on his own cool ears. He reached 
up between her openly vulnerable legs and put his palms against her loins. 
He held her cunt open like a split fig, readied for licking and eating, and 
then he dove, like an animal feasting on carrion, and sucked up her cuntal 
lips with a hot wet clacking and smacking sound ... the noise of a child 
licking and chewing a juicy wet appetizer! 

"Ahhhhhiiiieeee," she hissed under her breath as his hands left her thighs 
and swam down under her big white buttocks, there to go sweetly squeezing 
and kneading the luminescent moon-flesh. His thumb came slipping upwards 
from below her ripe right buttock and ground into the bottom of her cuntal 
vee. He held her vagina open at the juicy bottom while simultaneously 
licking up and down her wet pouting pussy lips with his clit-searching 
tongue. Every now and then his tongue licked his thumb, and he knew to 
direct his efforts up higher. 

"Oooh, God!" moaned the expectant nineteen year old. "It's too much . .! 
It's too fucking-Ooooooh fuck! Fuck! Harder! Do it harder!" 

He dutifully captured her nerve-laden clitoris and began rolling it to and 
fro between his hotly sucking lips and flicking tongue. He worked it like a 
little fleshy pebble, one badly in need of tongue-polishing. He worked it 
back and forth and up and down until it stuck out like a bee-sting, swollen 
and itching for more desirous licking! 

"Uuuuughhh," she gurgled, her hips riding upwards like a swollen ocean. 
Curving and arching her back, she lifted herself up off the mattress and his 
mouth remained glued to her swinging pelvis. His tongue was sliding into the 
depths of her cunt the way a small fish hides in an underwater hollow. Then 
he pulled out and flicked her clit up and down. She rolled her hips at him, 
jamming at his mouth and demanding with her pumping pubis, that he give her 
more ... and more ... and more of the hot sucking! 

"Uuuuhhh, sheeezee!" she cried ecstatically, hissing through red-flared 
nostrils and using one of her own hands to knead her right breast. She 
squeezed and rolled her own breast while he continued to grind his tongue up 
and down against her hot buttery clitoris. 

On the other bed, his hand between her thighs and fingering at the 
struggling, squirming teenager, Lance Ranger held onto Margo Cunningham. 
Margo could not believe what was going on in front of her, let alone the 
defiling abuse occurring between her legs! She looked down between her 
thighs and saw Lance's finger grinding into her peeled open labia, and then 
she looked across the narrow distance separating her bed from Gloria's and 
was horrified by the sight of Kevin Arnold's bobbing head and licking tongue 
slurping at Gloria's wetly sucking pussy! 

"Ooooh, God," she hissed, "this is awful! This is terrible! You shouldn't be 
doing this ...!" But even as she made this feeble protest, she was secretly 
beginning to admit to herself that the debauchery of Lance Ranger's invading 
finger inside her cunt was making her more excited than petting and making 
out had ever been able to! She was actually getting excited, too, by seeing 
Gloria's body in a state of rapture! 

"I can tell you like it, honey," said Lance who held onto her body from 
behind. He had the young girl hugged up close to him, so that his stiffening 
penis was lodged between the backs of her smooth wriggling thighs. If he'd 
pulled her down just a bit more, his cock would have pressed into the tight 
narrow groove between her small, well-rounded buttocks. 

"I don't like it," she protested. "I don't ... I don't ... I-" 

He squeezed deliberately hard on one of her young and tender breasts. "Use 
your head, babydoll. You're gonna be here for a while, and we got plenty of 
hot cock to keep you happy ... so you may as well just try and enjoy 
yourself as much as you can. Do like your older friend there, Gloria? Give 
in a little ... It'll be that much nicer. I promise." He kissed her on the 
back of her neck and then dug his finger a little deeper into the hot wet 
leafy aperture of her vagina. 

"Oooh," she groaned, feeling his bony digit take charge of the long smooth, 
satiny tunnel of her deep inner cunt. 

"You use pills, babydoll?" asked Lance Ranger in a lecherous whisper. 

"What?" asked the teenager. "What pills?" 

"You know, for birth control?" 

"I never did it that way ... I mean, no, I don't ... Oh, God, I don't know 
what I mean!" 

"Mmmm," he moaned. "Well, we'll just go it bareback and see what happens, 
eh?" He laughed sadistically and rolled his finger from side to side in the 
young girl's involuntarily secreting pussy. He could feel the soft inner 
lining of her cunt tightening like a glove around his searching finger as he 
felt up the hot buttery inner tube of her pussy. She was rolling her hips 
and squirming from time to time, and this redoubled his intense enjoyment. 
The feel of her young buttocks sliding to and fro when she wiggled worked a 
special erotic ardour on his stiffening cock. When she squirmed upwards, it 
made her soft cheek go rolling against the sensitive spongy head of his 
cock, and that made him moan with delight. "Honey," he groaned, "you just 
roll over on your belly a little bit and let me take a feel of your ass with 
my prick." 

"You're vile," snapped the teenager, and before she knew it Lance Ranger had 
righted himself and slapped her across the face. When she didn't respond 
immediately, he slapped her a second time. She broke into sobs and fell 
humiliated and shamed to the floor on her hands and knees. 

"Please," she begged, "Please ... no more ... Please ... I can't stand it 
... No more ... " 

"Alright," said Lance. "When you want me to stop you can suck my cock. You 
just say when." 

He raised his hand as if about to strike, and the young girl trembled and 
cowered pitiably away from him, pulling back like a puppy that's quickly 
learned the ways of her master. "Noooo, no," she pleaded, "don't hit me ... 
I'll do it ... I'll do it ... I'll suck your cock ... I will ... please 
don't hit me ... please ...?" 

Gloria had stopped rolling her hips for a moment. Kevin had ceased licking 
her cunt. They were watching Lance Ranger ... and the young girl cowering 
pathetically on the floor. 

"She said she'd do it," said Gloria. "Leave her alone. Now!" 

"Leave her alone?" mocked Lance Ranger. "Leave her alone?! I only just got 
started!" He reached down with a sadistic curl in his lips and grabbed Margo 
Cunningham by the hair. He had a fist-full of her long, silky auburn mane, 
and he pulled her painfully upwards onto her knees so that her face was 
inches from his stiffening cock. "See my prick, honey? You start licking it, 
or so help me I'll make you regret the day you were born." 

"Okay," she sobbed. "Alright. I said I'd do it ... I said I'd do it ... Okay 
... " She wiped the hot salty tears from her eyes and reached a shaky hand 
up toward the organ which she'd feared and longed for all of her teenager 
life, since she turned twelve. Her fingers found the shaft and nervously 
grabbed onto it. 

"Tighter," said Lance. "And get the tip in your mouth. Go on! Start it like 
that ...!" 

Dutifully she leaned forward and for the first time in her life Margo 
Cunningham's tongue touched the tip of a man's cock. It was not so bad after 
all, she thought to herself suddenly. It didn't hurt a bit ... 

 Chapter Eight 

"I don't think you're trying hard enough," Lance barked down at the 
frightened sixteen year old girl. "Spread those ruby lips, honey, and get to 
sucking ... I mean s-u-c-k-i-n-g! Sucking! Do it!" 

She leaned reluctantly forward and in a blind fury took the entire spongy 
helmet into her mouth. For a moment she felt repulsed and terrified and 
excited, all at the same time, for this was the most humiliating thing she'd 
ever in her life had to do. 

"Use your hands," he snapped. "Don't stop just because you think I won't hit 
you again-I will. Use your hands!" 

She lifted her two tiny fists to his prick shaft and took hold of the thick 
ridged base as though it were the handle of a lollipop. Her face was filled 
with a raging heat, and between her legs she was feeling a new sparking 
ardour. It was as if her thighs, especially her loins, were turning into 
burning embers. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her 
ears, too, were hot and blushing. 

"Ahhhiieee," moaned Kevin Arnold who had stopped licking Gloria in order to 
watch this deliberate subjugation of the young teenager, "you got her goin' 
now, Lance. She's startin' to suck like a baby!" 

"Of course she is," said Lance, a trance like ardour oozing from his voice. 
"Of course she's ... suckin' me ... of course she is ...!" 

He looked down between his legs and enjoyed the lascivious sight of the 
young girl's lips lewdly curled and wrapped around the mushroom crown of his 
cockhead. "You can suck more of me, honey-if you try. Get it in there!" 

She looked up at him, all big brown eyes sorrowful and obedient, and he 
pumped his hips forward so as to insist that she take another two inches of 
his thick cockhead into her mouth. Her lips bore down tightly on the ridged 
surface beyond the head of his lust-stiffened penis, and she glanced at the 
space between her mouth and her small squeezing fists. There before her eyes 
beat the blue-veined hardness of his pulsating artery, throbbing with hot 
blood feeding into the spongy helmet buried in her own mouth. Her fingers 
loosened and then squeezed again, tightening around the hardening shaft of 
his hot aroused cock. 

"Use one hand on my balls, baby, and you'll be pro in no time!" 

As if his voice were inside her brain and her body was responding to his 
will instead of her own, Margo's hand slipped down the shaft of Lance 
Ranger's cock and cupped his hairy lust-bloated scrotum. Her long, 
lily-white fingers began rolling the testicles within. 

"Ooooh, yeah honey, now you're workin' out just ... fine!" 

Kevin turned to Gloria Eddleton and said softly, "I think you and I got to 
finish up now, baby!" He pushed her back down on the bed and sank his teeth 
into her neck for a long passionate kiss. When he pulled away with a 
smacking sound he'd left a large red heart-shaped welt on the young woman's 
alabaster skin. 

"No more," protested Gloria. "I don't want anymore ... " Her eyes were fixed 
on the lascivious spectacle of her sixteen year old friend dutifully sucking 
the head and three or four inches of Lance Ranger's throbbing cock. "It's 
too much," she said in a hypnotic voice. "It's too much ... " 

But Kevin Arnold was upon her in no time, pulling her thighs apart and 
spreading her loins to accommodate his driving prick. He plunged downwards 
and with one hand holding her pussy lips splayed, wet, and open, he bored 
his prick into the depths of her belly. 

"Ahhhhh, sheeze," moaned the nineteen year old beauty, her thighs quivering 
with the involuntary ecstasy that mounted in her crotch. "Noooooo ... " 

"Yeah," groaned Kevin, "this is just right, eh? Just the way you like it, 
right?" He ground forward and set another two inches of his long hard prick 
into the buttery inners of her vagina. It was like slipping a hot knife 
through a wedge of melting lard. He entered her and was immediately lost in 
the deep remote softeness of her dark moist cunt. 

He reached under the cheeks of her ass and pulled her up on the base of her 
spine. Her slender legs and feet dangled over his shoulders as she moaned 
with the powerful thrusting that began to charge her cunt full of a raging, 
heated lust. It was Kevin Arnold's hot driving spear of cock flesh that 
impaled and agonized ... and pleasured her body-all at once! 

"Oooh ...! Ooooh ...! Ooooh!" wailed the teenage woman, her cunt full of the 
incredible stroke-power of his ridged and thorny prick as it waged its own 
private war within the satiny walls of her contracting pussy. The juices of 
her cunt welled up and boiled in a sizzling ripe and oily mixture, bodily 
calculated to stimulate and lubricate. His prick went sliding like a 
well-oiled piston in a perfectly sanded natural flesh cylinder that 
contracted and breathed around the hearty shaft of cock sadistically 
ravaging her belly with desire! 

Lance Ranger glanced down between his legs and watched for a moment as Margo 
Cunningham carried out her oral chores around his meaty prick. Then he 
looked over at Gloria and Kevin and took in the spectacle of Kevin Arnold's 
humping buttocks rising and falling as he ground his prick into the depths 
of young Gloria's ecstatic cuntal sheath. 

"You gettin' her goin' there, man?" asked Lance. "She gonna cum?" 

"Soon enough!" panted Kevin, his buttocks flexing to send another incredible 
jolt of flesh electricity up the young girl's vagina. His cock helmet 
crashed into the satin-soft back wall of Gloria's remote inner pussy, and 
then he pulled back and whipped his prick and mushroom rim across the 
buttery, twitching tip of her clitoris. 

"Aiiieeee," she wailed in a sudden intense moment of heightened ardour as 
her clitoris popped back and forth with the grinding sway of his cock 
rubbing on it, "aiieeee ... ooooh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...!" She 
wailed like a banshee, an aborigine in some special chant and dance, so 
taken with ardour was her young white body! 

"I'm gonna give her something to remember me by," commented Kevin, and he 
slipped one thumb into the folds of her buttocks and pressed against the 
outer ring of her sphincter with tantalizing care. 

"Ooooh," she softened immediately, "oooh ... " And he could feel her inner 
cunt beginning to gush with the final throes of an approaching orgasm. 

"She's on her way now," groaned Kevin, his cock burning and his balls aching 
with desire. "Her cunt's holdin' on like a fist, man. It's really tough!" 

"Get off of me," scolded Lance Ranger, shoving Margo Cunningham away from 
his wet stiffened prick with one hand. "Watch what your friend does. Get up 
off that floor and watch." 

He pulled her up off of her naked hands and knees and watched her wipe the 
back of her hand over her wetted lips and nose. She was blushing and bruised 
from the ravaging treatment he'd been giving her, and her lips were swollen 
from having been lewdly wrapped around the head of his cock. It was apparent 
that she was in some sort of state of numbness, for he pushed her-once she 
was on her feet-back onto the bed and she merely sat there with glazed eyes, 
staring past his throbbing stiff cock at the sight of her friend being 
fucked into climax. 

"Do it, Kevin," shouted Lance. "Give her a cum right now!" 

He leaned down and watched as his friend slapped into Gloria's belly time 
and time again, each time driving his powerful thick cock deeper and deeper 
into the hot wetness of the girl's rapidly contracting pussy. He could feel 
her clit tensed and throbbing against his rubbing and stimulating mushroom 
rim, and he could see in her lust-hardened nipples that she was excited in 
every way! "I think she's gonna cum now," he told Lance over his shoulder in 
a breathless voice. 

"Stop yer yammerin' and fuck her good!" Lance cried back from his crouched 
position on the floor. He was squatted behind and low so that he could see 
the site of penetration. Kevin's prick was sandwiched between the two 
out-stretched lewdly spread folds of Gloria's young wet vagina lips, and his 
balls were smacking lightly against her white up-turned ass cheeks. From 
time to time he could see the young girl's anus winking like a little brown 
eye at him as the cock above continued to bore incessantly further and 
further into her hotly glowing, pulsing wet pussy! 

"Ahhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... ahhhhh," Gloria panted as the invading prick pulled 
her closer and closer to the abyss of forced orgasm. There was no denying it 
now-he was taking her all the way over the edge ... and she was loving it! 

Margo looked on with numb eyes. She had never seen such debauchery, never 
dreamed it, and the sight of her friend in fiendish sexual submission was 
both repulsive and attractive. She couldn't deny that her own heart was 
thundering in her chest as she looked on the scene of lustful abandonment. 
She, too, couldn't help but notice the way Kevin's long hard prick wormed 
between Gloria's thighs, diving into the leafy pinkness of her swollen, open 
labia. The pouting lips were predominant, and the invading cockshaft spread 
and violated the labia like they were petals on some delicate flowering 
rose. 

"He's hurting her," she complained to Lance Ranger who held firmly to her 
arm and wrist while watching his friend fucking Gloria. 

"He's not hurting her," said Lance. "She loves it-the same way in a little 
while you're going to love it!" 

"Oooh, no," cried Margo, suddenly lurching up off the bed and making a break 
for it. She ran naked to the door, to the place where the chair held the 
small motel room door closed to the outside. She yanked the small wood chair 
out from under the handle and twisted the tarnished brass knob. Lance 
started after her, but he, too, was naked, and the moment's delay required 
to keep from banging himself on the bed where Gloria was being fucked gave 
Margo the time she needed to pull open the door. 

A crack of lightning and a thunderous noise filled the room at just the 
instant Margo swung open the door. She lunged forward, naked, heading into 
the incredible downpour of drenching rain and blackness of night. But she 
was stopped instantly by the big, burly hands of the motel clerk, Edward 
Ranger. "Well, well, well," said the motel man, eying his step-son and the 
spectacle of Kevin and Gloria in rapturous copulation, "what do we have 
here!?" He picked Margo up by her naked arms and pushed her back into the 
motel room and set her down in front of Lance. "Looks like you been havin' 
some fun, eh, boy ...!" 

Kevin Arnold looked up with a gleam of debauched lecherousness in his eyes. 

"Don't stop on account of me," said Edward Ranger, his eyes all lust and 
blazing. "Looks like you was just gettin' to the good part, boy! Go on and 
fuck her!" 

Kevin leaned down and kissed the side of Gloria's straining red neck. A 
moment later and he was shooting a full load of hot jism into the nubile 
nineteen year old's orgasmic belly. She, too, was climaxing with ardent 
passion, and her girly cum spilled out in long waves of orgasmic liquid 
bliss ... as her cunt flowered open like a blossoming red rose, spreading 
and juicing around the defiling cock that continued to spray creamy white 
cum up and down the narrow path of her satiny soft flexing vagina. Her cunt 
gripped around his prick like a soft leather glove, holding it and squeezing 
it for more and more of the precious boiling hot semen, while simultaneously 
spilling out more and more of her own orgasm juices! 

Everyone who looked could see the lines of dribbling white semen spilling 
out from the site of penetration, dripping lewdly from the swelled puckering 
lips of Gloria's hot squeezing vagina, puddling under her asscheeks on the 
bed. 

A moment later and Kevin pulled his wet stiff prick out of Gloria's hot 
satisfied cunt. She collapsed and closed her legs, squeezing her loins and 
rolling over on her side. 

"Nice ass on that one," said Edward Ranger. Then he shoved Margo forward by 
pushing her on her naked shoulders and she stumbled into Lance. "I think you 
misplaced something, sonny. Aren't you glad I showed up to find it for you?" 

"Ah, go on," mumbled Lance, "I'd have caught her outside anyhow." He threw 
Margo down on the bed and turned towards her. 

"Well," said Edward Ranger, "this time you owe me one anyhow." He took his 
son by the shoulder and turned him around. "Agreed?" 

Lance looked his step-father up and down. Then he said, "Okay. Why not?" And 
with that, Edward Ranger turned around, propped the chair back under the 
door handle and with a lascivious look in his eye, an expression of lechery 
inspired by one quick glance at naked Margo, he began to undo his belt. 

 Chapter Nine 

"I'll take her first," said Edward Ranger as his pants fell to the floor 
around his feet. "Then you go, boy." 

"You do what I say, old man, or you won't even get to have her at all! Let 
alone first!" Lance scoffed at his step-father with unguarded disdain. "You 
got very little right here, no matter what you say ... " 

"Ah, shit on ya, then," grumbled the older Ranger man. "You fuck her first. 
I don't care ... " 

"It ain't a question of who goes first," continued the younger man. "What's 
important is who's in charge. And that's me." 

"Alright, alright," said the older man, completely naked now. He held his 
prick in his fingers and rubbed it against his leg a couple of times. Then 
he held the firming trunk of thick cock flesh out from his body and pulled 
it until the blue-vein on the topside of the shaft pulsed with hot blood. A 
moment later and the spongy cap was filled with strength, rip-roaring hot 
and ready to go. "Look at that," boasted the older Ranger man, "I got a 
hard-on in ten seconds. Just from lookin' at that little bitch. Ain't she 
something else though! Flatlanders got some pretty women when you stop to 
think about it ... " He was gawking at young Margo, admiring the full and 
curvaceous contours of her supple asscheeks. He enjoyed with his lecherous 
gaze the long smooth lines of the backs of her thighs as well, and when he 
arrived at her ankles toured up the other side of her young body until he 
arrived at her breasts. There he stopped this visual tour for a moment so 
that he could concentrate on the lusty sight of her visibly hardened nipple 
tips. "Looks to me like that one's got something hard on just from thinkin' 
about us, too-no matter what she says!" 

"N-No," moaned Margo, sitting up in the bed and pulling back like a 
frightened animal. "It's not true. I don't want anything from you people. 
Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I swear it ... I swear ...!" She grabbed 
her face and shook her head from side to side. "Ooooh, God," she moaned, 
helpless and unable to think of anything to say that might stop them in 
their merciless conquest of her body. Suddenly an idea hit her. If she 
covered herself it would slow them down some. She reached for the sheet at 
her feet and yanked it up about her shoulders. Shivering beneath the meager 
cotton covering, she cowered back against the head of the bed and sobbed and 
choked and shook her head. "No," she said, "no more ... no more ... please 
... " 

"Let's get this over with," said Edward Ranger. "I got blue balls just 
thinkin' about it, let alone hearin' her complain all the way there!" 

"Alright, alright," said the motel clerk's step-son, "let's get her held 
down so the old man can have himself a shot at this little bitty quail here 
... We're all gonna have us some flatlander stuff, eh? Mmmm, good ... " He 
rubbed his hands and started toward the bed, a gleam in his eyes, while 
outside the thunder and lightning cracked and raged in the mountain 
blackness. 

Margo Cunningham shuddered and backed up her last few inches against the 
headboard. She was the "flatlander", the girl from the city below, and they 
were going to have at her ... all of them ... She looked up in terror as she 
realized that not even Gloria Eddleton was going to come to her aid, that 
she was alone in this desolate mountain motel room with three horny men 
slowly inching towards her, each one of them more anxious than the other to 
plow into her with their hardening cocks. 

"N-No," she stammered. "Y-You can't ... I won't I-let you ... N-noooo ... " 

If it hadn't been storming, if there hadn't been thunder and lightning 
filling the night with a steady dull roar, her pitiable, blood curdling 
scream could have been heard all the way up the summit! 

 Chapter Ten 

"Get her and hold her feet," commanded Lance. "We'll let the ol' man go 
first." He reached out for young Margo's hands and wrists and caught hold of 
her flailing arms. "Now you try and behave yourself young lady, or I'm gonna 
get rough again!" 

Before she knew it, an open palm smacked Margo across the cheek. She felt 
her jaw bounce sideways and then there came the involuntary sobbing, the 
welling up of hot shameful tears and she was crying and shuddering as her 
hands were pulled up over her head ... and her feet were spread wide ... so 
that her trembling, frightened loins were held quiveringly apart ... and the 
private most part of her young fragile body was suddenly flowering open, wet 
and hot and moist, with no choice from her. She was held spread-eagle on the 
mattress with her naked breasts sticking straight-up, the hardened nipples 
at attention like small cherry-colored soldiers. The white mounds of 
resilient breast below were jiggling and warm and smooth. 

"Noooo," she cried out with a tremble in her throat as they proceeded to 
spread her slender, young thighs even further. "Gaaawwwwwwdddddd, 
noooooooo!" 

"She's a regular little woman," snapped Edward Ranger, crawling up onto the 
mattress with his cock in hand. "I'm gonna have me some fun with her, too!" 
His palms slipped up the narrow slicks of her hot inner loins and stopped, 
thumbs up, at the leafy lips of her vagina. He dug into the fleecy curls of 
her pubic bush and separated Margo's cuntal lips with a quick, deliberate 
tugging. "Oooh, yeah," he hissed, and she could feel the heated, alcoholic 
breath of his exhaling on the exposed clitoral sheath of her now openly 
splayed cunt. 

"Please, Mister," she pathetically begged, lifting her bruised face and 
shaking her head. "I-I n-never did it b-but one time ... and ... and ... 
and-" Before she could complete the sentence, she felt his thumb-and saw it 
with disbelief-grinding upwards to the knuckle and the palm into her narrow, 
practically virginal cunt. 

"We're gonna re-tool your love-tunnel, honey ... and give that little clit 
button of yers a polishin', too!" 

"Oooooh," she sobbed pitiably as he extracted his thumb from the confines of 
her wet pussy with a noisy gooshing sound. "Ain't that sweet?! Yeahhhhh 
...!" 

"P-Please," she cried out tenderly, her pussy aching with a combination of 
first-stretching and unwanted desires. 

"She wants more," said Edward Ranger sadistically, leaning down against her 
young, taut belly and fisting his prick upwards so that the purplish helmet 
struck knife-like into the spread leafy lips of the teenage girl's forcibly 
spread cunt. "So I guess I'll just have to sock it to her, as they say," he 
added. "Get ready, honey, cause I'm gonna plow right into ya jest now. We 
mountain men don't waste no time, eh? Hehn, hehn, hehn ...!" 

He cocked his hips while his step-son held her ankles apart and young Kevin 
Arnold held her wrists up above her head. They had her cross-wise on the 
mattress, stretched and spread-eagle. 

"Whot you say 'er name was?" asked Edward Ranger. Before anyone answered him 
or thought that he meant it, he said, "Aw, shit, never mind!" and he went 
slamming forward, plunging his prick to the balls inside the sixteen year 
old's sweetly undulating pussy. 

"Awwwwww, noooo," she groaned as the impaling thickness of hard cock muscle 
filled her tender belly. She could feel the heated spongy tip boring into 
her, but it did not feel soft and malleable and tender; rather it was 
needling her with the intensity of a laser, rolling and grinding into her 
vagina like a sharp, tempered drill bit. 

She wriggled upwards and accidentally went sliding forward on more of the 
skewering prick shaft than she'd thought possible. "Look at that," groaned 
Edward Ranger, sitting up on his elbows. "She's a born screw! She knows just 
how to move it!" 

He reached down and took hold of her smooth curvaceous hips. His fingers 
slipped under the rounds of her slick buttock cheeks and he clasped with 
moist fingers. "Move it some more, honey," he told her, and whether she 
wanted to or not, his strong fingers were causing her small pelvis to rock 
and roll, up and down, with his cock for a center point of leverage buried 
in the depths of her sweetly contracting pussy! 

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh," she moaned animalishly, gurgling in her throat with 
unwanted desire as the burning torch of his prick head rubbed and ground 
across her suddenly extra-sensitive clitoris. Every wobble or wiggle brought 
an electro-shock-wave of ecstatic energy suddenly bouncing through her 
spine, and though she was held against her will from all four extremities, 
and though she'd never fucked in any passionate way before in her life, she 
felt her blood suddenly boiling with desire, coursing through her veins like 
an aphrodisiac while her thighs chilled and heated and her cunt began to 
sizzle with desire. It was as if some fuse had finally been lit, and the 
thing she'd most resisted was now burning bright, exploding even, deep 
inside her belly! 

"Awwww, fuck," she cried out, having remembered that this was what Gloria 
Eddleton had called out a while before, but it was less from imitation than 
desire that the teenager submitted. For deep in her guts she felt the boring 
hard cock grinding into the satiny flesh of her vagina, raging within her 
belly and charging her body full of sexual impulse. Something stormed in her 
flesh and ... she gave way with a sudden lusty cry. "Oooooh, sheezzzzeeee 
... faaawwwwkkkk!" 

"Yeah," said Edward Ranger, "she's really warmin' up now, eh?" He smiled and 
leaned close to one of Margo Cunningham's tender breasts. With a quick flip 
of his hips he filled her cunt completely and evinced from her shocked 
throat a sudden, extra cry. Then he placed his lips squarely around the 
aroused nipple of her right breast and sucked it up and down three or four 
times in a row always being sure to use his tongue to swab the hot little 
nipple, being especially careful not to remove his cock from the confines of 
her sweltering pussy. 

"Yeah," he grumbled, pulling away from the young girl's breast with a wet 
smacking noise, "she's gettin' there." Then he looked around at Kevin Arnold 
who held Margo's wrists, and behind to Gloria Eddleton who lay nakedly 
recovering from her fuck with Kevin. "Say," said the older Ranger man, "you 
know what I'd like?" 

"No, what," said Lance. "A dildo maybe? Two girls? What?" He was angry and 
regretful that he'd permitted his stepfather this pleasure with young Margo. 
She was responding so well that he wished it were his prick in her cunt, not 
his stepfather's. "What do you what?" he asked angrily. "Come on, say it. 
What is it?" 

"I wanna watch that one jack off." 

"You old pervert," snapped Lance Ranger. He looked at Gloria. "Do like he 
says, honey. He won't stop pesterin' us till you do, anyhow. Get up over 
here in front of him and start rubbin' yerself." 

For a moment Gloria hesitated. But then she realized that there was no use 
turning them down. They would have their way regardless. She must cooperate 
or suffer more abuse. And why not, after all, go along? What difference 
would it make really? One more masturbation was not so much to ask ... in 
exchange for freedom ...! 

She stood up alongside the mattress. She was already naked, so she just had 
to put her hand between her legs and begin. 

"I can't see her over there," complained Edward Ranger, cranking his neck up 
and over his shoulder, trying to keep in position between Margo's slender 
thighs. "Put her in front of me!" 

"Get over on the other side of the bed," ordered Lance. "Stand over there 
where he can see you." 

Gloria walked around the mattress and stood in front. She reached down 
between her legs while watching the expression on Margo's face. The poor 
young girl didn't know what to make of it all. There she was being fucked in 
the cunt by some strange, abusive alcoholic type who hadn't shaved in three 
of four days, and to add insult to injury the guy needed to watch a woman 
jacking it some in order to get off. It was like being treated like an old 
tin can. Kick it some and for no good reason and maybe it will respond. 

Gloria spread her legs and scratched around between the lips of her labia, 
and when she found her clit started to tease it upright. She held her pussy 
open and gave Edward Ranger a perfect view. 

"Can you see it?" she asked in a sultry whisper. It was almost off-hand the 
way she asked. "Is it the way you like to see it, honey?" 

"She's good," panted Edward Ranger, beginning to move his hips again, 
pumping his cock into Margo's belly with feverish, whipping strokes. "She's 
really good ... that one there is good ... " His eyes were bulging out of 
his head as he watched Gloria stroking her cunt lips and fondling her clit 
with two fingers. She had the nerve-laden bud pinched up between her thumb 
and index finger, and she was massaging it that way, rolling the pink flesh 
pebble around and around. 

When she saw how much it excited the older man, she spread her thighs a 
little wider and put one hand on the small of her back so that she could 
lean away, backwards, thus pushing her exposed, hot wet pubis forward, 
almost inches from his sweating, wet face. "You like it like that?" she 
said, her hair-rimmed fissure wet and juicy-looking in front of his eyes, 
her pink clit shinning moist and twitching between her fingers. "You like to 
watch my clit while you fuck her, eh? Is that it?" 

"Yeah ... ooooh, yeah, I do ... " he panted, sliding his cock back and forth 
between Margo's quivering legs. 

Margo opened her eyes and looked up. What she saw was Edward Ranger's face, 
eyes bulging. Above was Gloria with her white thighs spread, her cunt open 
and blushing wet. "Ooooh, God," hissed the young girl. "What are you 
doing?!! What are you-?" 

She closed her eyes, for just then, charging into her cunt like a bull with 
horns, came Edward Ranger's throbbing cock. It smacked into the satiny back 
wall of her pussy and rounded the hump of her young cervix with special 
force, taking her breath away, and convincing her once and for all that 
there would be no escaping the intense physical sensations welling up and 
raging like a forest fire between her young, slender thighs. 

"Ooooh," she bleated, like a lamb prepared for slaughter, giving way and 
submitting finally to the arousal this penetrating rubbing between her legs 
was causing. No matter how she'd tried to deny it, her loins, were burning. 
They were on fire with the heat generated from his rubbing cock shaft boring 
relentlessly into the depths of her belly. 

"Now, that's more like it," hissed Lance Ranger from the sidelines, noting 
the clear and obvious change in expression in the young woman's face. "Look 
at her! She's gettin' into it now! She's really likin' it, ol' man-you got 
her goin' good! Keep up the good work!" He clapped his hands together, 
applauding in rhythm to his step-father's hip-smacking cadence. 

"Uuuuuhhh ... uuuuhhhh uuhhhhhh ... " grunted Margo Cunningham with every 
thrust of the hard cock pole into her cunt. She felt the thick mushroom top 
boring into the soft, wet folds of her vagina and couldn't resist the 
intense sensations of physical desire it conjured up in all of her body. 
Chills stormed her spine, and her neck froze with a lusty thrill. Her lips 
pulled back over her teeth, and her nostrils flared red and open as she 
sucked for the much needed breath with which she began to pump back on the 
long hard cock that had triggered her lust! 

"Yeah," groaned Edward Ranger, up on his hands so as to be able to watch 
Gloria masturbating in front of him as he simultaneously screwed the 
teenager girl below, "this is the way it was meant to be!" 

"You won't have to hold her much longer, Kevin," said Lance. "Just lift her 
up some ... like I'm doing ... " 

She felt herself suddenly being picked up. She frantically opened her eyes 
and looked around. The room was turning. Someone had hold of her feet. Her 
thighs were quivering and trembling. She thought for sure the deeply 
burrowing cock in her cunt would slip out. But no, it stayed in place ... 
even drilled in deeper. 

What was happening? They were turning her, twisting her like a pig on a 
skewer, turning her over ... 

What was this all about? How had she come to be in this small motel room? 
Only yesterday she was at college. She was on the road, on her way to go 
skiing. The room urns twisting and there were voices shouting, hollering! 

"Keep her fanny this way ...! Get her turned so we can see it ...! Hold on, 
yer movin' her too far ...! That's it ...! Don't let go yet, Pop ... We're 
almost there ...!" And all the time her body was out of her control. 

It was as if in the midst of that sudden submission, in the midst of giving 
way to that incredible physical defilement of her vagina, her body had begun 
to float and now ... her center of gravity had changed ... They'd turned her 
over. That was it, they'd turned her over! Now she was the one on top. 

She opened her eyes and there was the unshaven motel clerk, the one called 
Edward, and he was under her. Her legs were still wide-spread and clutching 
at his thighs below, and his cock was upwardly stroking now, still boring 
into her cunt, but now from below. 

What were they doing? Why were they holding her this way? What was the 
matter with the other? Wasn't that good enough? Why were they turning her 
like this? 

And then she felt it! 

It was like two huge pincers. They took hold of her buttocks like 
mechanical, steel pliers. They gripped the soft, tender flesh of her bottom 
cheeks like car-crushers. They squeezed her ass flesh and ripped at it. For 
a moment the intense feel of her cheeks was so strong that she couldn't 
think. And then she heard herself screaming, hollering, "Nooooo! Noooooo!" 

"Oh, yeah, honey," said a calm, sadistic voice, unforgettably that of Lance 
Ranger. "Whadya think this was all about? A walk in the park? No, no ... 
We're gonna have ourselves a nice little brown-eye pie! Look in there, 
Kevin. Ain't that the sweetest little virgin bunghole you ever did see? 
Ain't she nice looking? Why I don't believe I could even get a pencil in 
there, the way that thing's tight! But you know what? I'm gonna get a 
helluvalot more than pencil in there. Yes, sir. I'm gonna give her a big 
strong something else. You ready, Pop?" 

"Ready when you are," said the man from underneath. 

Margo's head was swimming. She felt someone clasping her buttocks from 
underneath. It must have been Edward, reaching around her thighs and holding 
her ass flesh squeezed, spread, split and vulnerable. Her anal crack felt 
wild and cool with the breeze that flowed in, but she sensed that this was 
the calm before the storm. She'd never been buttfucked before but she feared 
it would be death itself! Instinctively she knew that her anus was just too 
small. How could he think about doing such a thing? Hadn't she submitted 
enough? Why this? It seemed so awful. But then there was the cool air 
brushing along her ass, and that was okay ... 

Then, suddenly, she felt something large and thick flopping down in the 
narrow groove between her soft hairless buttocks. She craned her neck around 
and looked behind her. She could not believe the size of Lance Ranger's 
penis. It was too big, impossibly so, and he was planning on putting it into 
her asshole. 

"Noooooo," she squealed, "you can't!" 

"Now, now," said Lance. "Just hold on to Pappy there, and try and enjoy 
yourself the best you can ... In ten minutes you'll have yourself a whole 
new love tunnel." With that he leaned forward and slipped his hand between 
the cheeks of her ass. 

 Chapter Eleven 

"N-no," cried the naked teenager, feeling Lance's fingers sliding up her ass 
cleft toward her defensively puckering sphincter. His fingers crawled and 
then stopped. He poked downwards at the rim of her hairless anus and started 
to penetrate. "Wh-What are you doing?" she cried out in fright. "No! Stop 
that! You're hurting ...!" 

"Shut up, bitch," he scolded her, pulling her quivering asscheeks as far 
apart as they would go. "Hold her butt open, Pop. I'm trying to get her 
goin' now!" 

Margo started to squirm forward on hands and knees, having come upwards some 
with one quick jolt. But it was a futile effort. Edward Ranger yanked her 
downwards onto his cock, and he used both hands to force open her ass cheeks 
for his step-son's defiling finger and prick. 

"Don't let her move," barked Lance Ranger. "I'm gonna ram her now!" 

"No," she cried in a muffled, sorrowful voice, pitiably begging them. 
"Please ...? Please ...? P-P-OOooooooh! Awwww, shit!" 

He'd slipped his finger into place down the long narrow tunnel of her rectum 
in one huge dry plunge. He'd gone into the smooth satin muscle of her bowels 
with no further warning, and now he rolled and ground his finger, buried to 
the hilt like a sword in a scabbard, from side to side, slowly, surely 
stretching the buttock tube, worming it open wider and wider in preparation 
for the brutal penile sodomizing he'd long been planning. 

"Uuuuhhhh," she uttered in unbearable pain, unable to fathom the meaning of 
this incredible abuse of her asshole. The finger within her anus was taking 
charge of her body. She grabbed Edward Ranger by the shoulders, just to have 
something to hold onto, for the ache in her rectum was now severe. She bit 
down hard, at first into her own lip, drawing blood, and then against her 
teeth, gritting against the scalding sensation of her ass. 

"UHGGHHH," she grunted fiercely when she'd caught her breath. "Ooooh! 
Oooooh!" 

Then there came a moment of relief, as with a wet-snapping noise Lance 
withdrew his finger from the tight-gripping rubbery confines of the 
contracted, frozen sphincter. The curl of the muscle turned slightly 
inside-out as the digit pulled out of it, and when the finger was gone all 
together, Margo Cunningham panted with joy. 

"Oooh, that's much better. Thank you ... thank you soooo much ...! Oooh, yes 
...!" 

Now, along with the vacant sense of relief in her empty rectum, she once 
again was able to feel the hard-driving, impaling cock that rocketed upwards 
into her cunt from below. It was as if, with the hard-nosed prick-like 
finger grinding into her asshole, she'd completely forgotten about the 
battering she was taking in her pussy. But now, this continuing defilement 
of her body seemed acceptable ... perhaps it was a wanton act for them to 
abuse her, but at least the fucking in her pussy was feeling good ...! 

It was okay to feel good down there, she told herself ... After all, what 
choice do I really have? But the other is too much ... What pleasure can he 
get, really, from putting his finger in there? Of course, she'd been 
presuming that the abuse and sodomization of her ass was over. 

She let herself go with the wanton upward fucking into her cunt. Somehow her 
physical body was in charge now, and her brain was no longer capable of 
making decisions. She let the strange man below swing her hips as he would, 
working and grinding her sweetly oozing, satiny pussy channel up and down 
the length of his hardened shaft and spongy cockhead. From time to time she 
felt the rubbery rim of his mushroom head press against the swollen aroused 
lips and clit of her vagina. It was as though she were in some other 
person's dream, floating with the sensations, letting the other person's 
dream take her along with him wherever he wanted to go. The hard cock flesh 
was like a magic carpet, one to which she'd unknowingly surrendered 
entirely. From the distance, as if their voices were coming to her ears 
through cotton, she heard someone say, "I think she's ready, man. It's like 
she's in some other place all together now. You know what I mean?" And 
another voice answered, a woman's voice, "Yeah, she's diggin' it now ... " 
It's Gloria ... What's happening? What am I ready for? 

Then, as if it were a scorching torch, a branding iron, she felt a heated 
cocktip pressing into the folds of her ass cheeks. It was wet and strong and 
thick, and she knew that it was going to go into her with relentless 
intensity. She could sense that it was going to eat into her asshole like 
some strange devilish animal. And before she could register even a note of 
complaint, the wet slippery cock, Lance Ranger's gargantuan tool, entered 
Margo Cunningham's taut nether hole. 

"ARRRGGHHHH ... MMMFFFGGGHHH," she grunted with sudden awareness. "UUUUHHHH 
... AHHHHIIIEEE ...!" 

"Yeah," he hissed from afar in Margo's ear, "puttin' some of that juice on 
my prick did the job, honey! You got it all in one long hit!" 

It was as if she'd been completely unconscious. The pain in her rectum, the 
agonizing and sudden ache, awakened her from the submissive reverie she was 
enjoying on the impaling prick from below. Her cunt swelled, but her asshole 
was now sensing the ultimate violation of total sodomy! 

"UUUUHHHH ... STOP ... FUCK!" she screeched loudly. "It hurts ... It hurts 
... God, take it out, take it out ...!" she choked, hot salty tears of 
desperation and pain welling up in her eyes and flowing like rivers down her 
cheeks. She bucked upwards with the severity of the assault on her anus 
fully controlling every reaction of her body. But they held her too tightly. 
The man underneath had a good grip on her smooth girlish hips and buttocks, 
and Lance from above was pressing downwards with fierce strength on her 
girlish shoulders. Whatever the consequences now, she knew for a fact that 
she was theirs! There was going to be no escaping this ultimate dual 
ravishment of her innocent naked pelvis! 

"Hold her tight ... it's a little dry now!" she heard Lance say from behind 
her. Suddenly, his cock plopped out of her rectal tightness for hardly an 
instant and she cried out in surprised relief. He crammed his prick into his 
saliva-wet fingers, lubricating himself quickly and stating emphatically, 
"Now it'll go in like butter!" And with no further words, he shoved his cock 
back into her splayed buttocks-cheeks to the hilt, filling her rectum once 
again, pushing so deeply that his pelvis slapped flat against the white 
rounds of her ass. 

"OOOOH, NOOOOO!" she grunted pitiably. "STOP ... NO MORE ... STOP ... 
MMFFGHHH ... " 

He started to fuck her now with long punishing strokes. Every single thrust 
sank his prick into her sphincter to the balls. She wasn't going to be 
virginal for much longer. She was going to be tight for a while ... but 
never again a virgin! 

"Uuuuhhh," she grunted with every abusive thrust. "Uuuuhh ... uuuuuhhh ... 
ooooohhhh ... " His cock drilled in and out of her ass with sudden if she'd 
been ass-fucking for years. Not that she was loose-just that her anus was 
suddenly smooth and open, wet and slick. 

"Oooh, yeah," grunted Edward Ranger from underneath. "You're doing her good, 
boy. I can feel how her pussy's goin' wild under here, now. It's cause of 
your cock in her ass." 

"Shut up and keep fuckin' her, old man," snapped Lance Ranger, his 
blood-engorged cock filling the young girl's rectum completely. He could 
feel the raging genital heat of her hot loins burning below him, and the 
smooth backs of her long, slender thighs were additional stimulation for his 
own building passion. Invading her asshole with all his strength, he reached 
around with two hands and cupped the teenager's tender white breasts. He 
pulled her back into his chest so that she was arched upwards against him. 
From underneath, Edward Ranger continued to fuck into Margo's pussy, while 
she was held bow-like from behind, bent to a perfect anal fit by Lance 
himself. 

"Oooooh," she moaned with a child-like hurt as the two cocks felt suddenly 
more present than ever in her twin pelvic orifices. Somehow, being bent like 
that, being held at an arched angle, made the two lust-heated skewering 
cocks that much more powerful. They rubbed with every new stroke at a 
different territory of her sensitive pussy and violated sphincter. The two, 
blue-veined stiffnesses were like flesh spikes taking charge of her body, 
filling her with a wanton arousal that was quickly taking over every other 
sensation of ache or humiliating submission. 

"She's slipping now," hissed Lance from behind her, letting her down gently. 
"She's starting to go over the edge ... " 

"Yeah," groaned Edward Ranger from underneath, "I know what you mean. But I 
don't know how much longer I can last like this." 

"Come on, man, you got to fuck her all the way. She'll be there in a minute 
or two. Keep pumping. Fuck her harder! Come on!" 

"Alright, alright," groaned the older man from underneath. He concentrated 
on the feel of the young, nubile girl's breasts now riding his hairy chest, 
and he thought about the feel of her satiny wet pussy contracting around his 
stiffened cockhead and shaft as he bored upwards into her not wet pussy. It 
kept him going at full-strength. If he could last another few minutes, it 
would be that much better a fuck for all of them. 

"Now you're doing it," groaned Lance Ranger. "I can feel you doing it to her 
now, Pop. Keep fucking her like that. Don't think about it so that you cum, 
but keep fucking her! Another minute or so and ... she'll be all ours!" 

 Chapter Twelve 

Young Margo could hear the two men talking but she couldn't really make all 
that much sense out of it. Besides, the sensations welling up in her cunt 
and the ache in her rectum were now dominating her every thought and 
feeling. 

Her naked body shuddered and quivered from the shame of a fast-rising 
passion, and she felt as though her thighs glowed with a tempting sheen of 
perspiration, moist and appealing, as though she were secreting some 
heavenly aphrodisiac. She didn't believe it, but it felt as if more and more 
she were enjoying this incredible ravishment of her body ... as if this lewd 
twin-fucking of her cunt and her rectum was actually beginning to excite 
her! 

She groaned again, but this time not from the pain. Instead, it was from the 
strengthening heat of her own naked lust! Her buttocks began a slow sensuous 
movement around the impaling rod of the teenager's long hard cock. The 
bruised and ravaged walls of her virginal rectum began to quiver and 
contract lewdly around the deep-skewering rigidity of Lance Ranger's deep 
imbedded penis. Her whole body seemed to pulse and throb with some primeval, 
unheard rhythm ... the savage desire of her own rising wanton desires! 

"Uuuuhhhh, yes," she groaned under her breath, inaudible to the others. But 
Margo heard her own voice, and though she was shocked, she realized that the 
shame of this lewd embracing by two men, the humiliating circumstances of 
her submission, was fading, and taking its place was ... an unbridled heated 
lust! 

She was moving back against Lance's hard cock now, and underneath she felt 
Edward's hands loosen around the cheeks of her ass. She pushed back hard 
against Lance's deep-thrusting young cock until she could feel the wispy 
curls of his pubic hair tickling the insides of her nether cheeks. Her 
asshole clenched around his prick in unspeakable desire ... she had to have 
his cock! She needed his cock up her ass and she wouldn't stop working back 
against him until he shot his heavy rich cream right up her tail! 

"Hey, would you look at that?" hissed Kevin Arnold who sat naked alongside 
Gloria now on the other bed. "She's buckin' up against him ... She wants 
it!" 

"What'd you expect?" said Gloria, looking on the obscene sight with 
lust-glazed eyes. "Sooner or later it had to happen this way." 

"What? Whad you say?" 

"Never mind," said Gloria Eddleton, a wry smile playing on her thick, moist 
lips. "It's just something a girl can sense in another girl ... " She kept a 
keen eye on the obscene spectacle going on only a foot or two in front of 
her on the other mattress. 

Margo thought she could hear Gloria talking. But she was deep in the grip of 
her stronger and heating passions and could not make out exactly what her 
friend was saying. 

Her mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strange and perverted sensations. 
From underneath her belly was filling and wrapping around the upwardly 
plunging cock shaft of Edward Ranger. And from above, her asshole was being 
jammed full of youthful Lance Ranger's throbbing prick shaft and mushroom 
head. It was as if every orifice in her body was filled with hot, stiff 
cock. 

Suddenly she looked down at the older man underneath her and gave way to an 
incredible last urge: to kiss him on the mouth. With one cock waving in her 
pussy, another slamming into the depths of her once-virgin rectum, she 
placed her teenager lips over the older man's mouth and soul-kissed him long 
and hard and passionately. 

A moment later she pulled away breathlessly and said softly as she waved her 
pelvis downwards and upwards in unison with their fuck-rhythm, "Ooooh, yes, 
I love it ... I love it ... Fuck me ...! Fuck me ... both of you ...! Ooooh, 
yes! Fuck into my cunt ... And fuck into my asshole ...! Fuck me harder ...! 
Oooh, yes ... harder ... Yes, FUUUUCCCCKKKKK ... " 

"Alright!" cried Kevin Arnold. "Now she's gettin' off!" 

"Yeah," hissed Lance Ranger from his sodomy position, looking down between 
Margo's ass-cheeks and enjoying the lewd spectacle of his cock surrounded by 
the lips of her quivering anus. "Now she's into it alright. Her asshole is 
holding onto me like a big hot wet fist!" 

"Her cunt ain't bad either," said Lance's step-father from underneath. He 
was sweating and rolling his hips and breathing hard, all just to keep up 
the pace of the merciless twin fucking. 

"Aaaaaaggghhhh, yes, yes ... you're both in me so good ... sooooo hard! Yes, 
fuck me now with your long hard cocks!" she cried wantonly, her head 
flailing from side to side as she tried to keep track of the sensations that 
were taking her body away on this incredible pleasure cruise. She could hear 
them both panting and grunting as they pushed and pulled against her pelvis 
with their own flat pelvises and strong cocks, skewering her like she was a 
pig over a fire. 

She cried out, an inhuman gurgling groan as the deep-fucking took on a 
furious pattern of stroke-power, each man trying to get deeper and deeper 
inside the young woman. From behind young Lance was trying to get into her 
rectum to prod at her innermost secrets, perhaps deeper than anyone would 
ever fuck her again anywhere! And from below came Edward Ranger's long hard 
upwardly thrusting cock, coming into her vagina so stiff and long that it 
felt like it was going to climb right up her belly and come up out of her 
throat! 

She was nakedly sandwiched between them, sadistically impaled on their long 
stiff cocks at once, one deeply burrowing into her flattened nether cheeks, 
the other cramming his stiffness to the hilt into her pussy. They were hotly 
skewering her, sharing her twin-orifices, making her hotter and lustier with 
every long hard slam into her body. They were ravishing her, bringing her 
closer and closer to the ultimate complete abandonment! 

Both men began to groan with the exquisite eroticism of this forbidden act. 
They could even feel each other as they jointly thrust in and out of her 
love-tunnels, separated by just the thinnest membrane between her rectum and 
the heat of her cunt. 

For the first few moments she was buffeted like a rag doll between them. But 
then, as they began to grow accustomed to the manner of their fucking, all 
three worked in rhythm, as they did knowingly now, to bring each other to 
the ultimate pinnacle of perfect lecherous success! 

Margo moaned soulfully as the incredible heat of her ecstatic frenzy rose in 
her loins like someone was holding a fiercely burning candle between her 
legs. She moaned incessantly from the unspeakably wanton fucking the two men 
were giving her. An animalish whine gurgled wetly in her parched throat. She 
groaned hurtfully from the combined forces of their writhing torsos as they 
sandwiched her between them like so much salami! 

"I can't stand it anymore," complained Kevin Arnold. He grabbed Gloria 
Eddleton and made her stand with him over the fucking threesome. "Take my 
cock," he told her. "Start jacking me off. Come on, do it." 

She took his stiff meaty prick in her fingers and ran her hand lightly up 
and down the blue-veined throbbing hardness of the topside of the shaft. His 
cock was already super-stiff, and a moment later he was panting in delirious 
excess as his eyes watched the continuing lewd spectacle below. "Just keep 
pumping me," he said trance-like and oblivious as he watched the 
sandwich-fucking of young Margo. "Just keep pumping me, Gloria, baby ... " 
She kept sliding her fingers and pulling with her fist every now and then on 
his hard cock while the other two men drilled into young Margo's two pelvic 
holes. 

"Awwww, yieeeee ... yieeeeee!" cried Margo Cunningham from between the two 
men, nearly insane with their deliriously erotic fucking. Just a little 
more, thought the teenager. I know it's bad, but just a little more ... 
Oooh, I need it just a little ... little ... "OOoooooh, yieeeeeeee!!!!" 

She felt her womb flower around the deep-probing cock of Edward Ranger, 
opening hotly around his naked pumping erection and then tightening with 
exquisite pleasure as he groaned underneath her. 

"I gotta shoot it off now, Lance," she heard the older man say. "I gotta let 
loose now ...!" 

"Me, too," cried Kevin Arnold from above, and he began spewing out hot thick 
salvos of cream that splattered on the opposite wall as Gloria Eddleton 
continued to pump his prick with her knowing fingers. She fell to her knees 
during the fourth or fifth shot, and cupped the head of his dick with her 
willing lips, swallowing down the remainder of his load. 

"Here goes!" hollered Edward Ranger from underneath the teenager, his prick 
suddenly explosive with sperm. He could feel his aching, lust churning 
testicles suddenly relaxing as the hot juice traveled in spurts up the 
length of his hardened, throbbing prick inside Margo's merging, contracting 
pussy. "Oooooh, yeah," he groaned like a child finally getting something 
he'd been wanting for a long, long time. 

"Ah, ah, ahhhhh," cried young Margo, feeling the hot slippery cum entering 
her vagina and splattering against the remote back wall of her near-orgasmic 
pussy. "I can feel ... I can feel ... Ooooooh!" 

"Alright," grunted Lance Ranger, "if that's what you like ... you can have 
... mine ... TOO!" He became suddenly still, and then he cocked his hips 
backwards and drove his nail-like prick into the depths of the sixteen year 
old's rectum harder than ever before, and when his lust-hardened scrotum and 
balls slapped with a little smacking sound on the young girl's upturned 
heated wet buttocks, he began shooting off his incredible creamy charge. 

"UUuuuuuuuuhhhhh, fuck!" she cried, feeling the wet pelts sliding down into 
her bowels, one after another. "OOOOOH, MEEEEE, TOOOOOOO! I'MMMMMMMM 
CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG TOOOOO!!!" Her cunt began contracting wildly and regularly 
around the cock inside it, and her rectum squeezed down involuntarily, 
completely out of control around the prick which continued to ejaculate in 
her, filling her bowels with hot semen. 

Now she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her eyes opened, as though 
from a dream, and she imagined that she was being watched and how she must 
appear. Two strong men with their virile pricks charging in her two pelvic 
orifices were bucking on either side of her, and she was moaning loudly, 
hissing for breath. It was as debauched and sensuous a moment as any she 
could ever dream possible! 

She could feel Lance Ranger continuing to gush into her rectum, a thick warm 
fountain of cream filling up her bowels and then overflowing, sliding down 
between her thighs and dribbling into the mattress below. She was still 
cumming on Edward Ranger's prick, as well, spending herself in long waves of 
liquid orgasmic sensuous heat that spread out from within the depths of her 
pussy like a moist wind. 

She was screaming and cumming, and the men were cumming and grunting, and 
all three of them were rolling and pumping their bodies in a final, 
lust-filled moment of lewd abandonment ... giving way ... submitting to the 
ultimate joy of orgasmic climax!!! 

"Ahhhhh, fuck," she grunted, feeling the peak moment pass. Not that her 
girly cum was over, just that the ultimate high moment was now gone. She 
continued to contract in her pussy and in her rectum, and she could still 
feel the final pelts of jism from Lance Ranger's sodomizing cock, but the 
fucking itself was now complete. "More," she cried out softly, "I want more 
... Please give me more? Please ...?" 

"In a few minutes," said Lance Ranger, pulling his entirely spent, deflating 
penis from the confines of her rubbery sphincter in a finally lewd smacking 
method. He gave her cheek a good squeeze and rubbed the tip of his defiling 
rod across the back of her reddened wet cheek. "You like my motel?" he asked 
her softly as he pulled the teenager girl up off of Edward Ranger's 
cunt-impaling prick and sat her down on the bed beside him. "You like my 
motel, little girl?" 

Margo Cunningham nodded happily. "I love it. I really do love it." Her eyes 
were fixed on his thick, muscular cock. She was waiting for it to stiffen 
again. She was no longer virginal, and in some strange way, she was no 
longer teenage. 

 EPILOGUE 

The two women proceeded the next evening up the hill for their ski 
adventure. Somehow, though, neither Gloria nor Margo could manage any 
interest in the idea of skiing. They were tired, and, their real desires had 
been so intensely stimulated that they needed, longed for the kind of 
attention that only Lance Ranger and his step-father could supply. 

So they left the ski resort a day early and returned to the Roadside Motel. 
This time when they checked in at the office they asked by name for who and 
what they wanted, and they both knew that they'd be getting it, too ... as 
much of it and as often as possible! 


End
