The Kidnapped Couple
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| Code: | LLP-246 |
| Author: | F T Hemmingway |
| Series: | Adult Classic Series |
| Year: | 1968 |
| Added: | 2007-01-07 09:12 |
| Modified: | 2007-01-07 09:12 |
LLP-246 THE KIDNAPPED COUPLE by F T Hemmingway
CHAPTER ONE
Stan Brewster studied the rear-view mirror of the pickup camper he was driving. There was a cluster of four motorcycles following him up the long grade. A couple of times, the lead motorcyclist had tried to pass him, but the twisting, narrow road, the stream of approaching traffic and Stan’s reluctance to pull into one of the turnouts, had prevented them from passing his laboring truck. He listened, critically, to the engine and swore under his breath. There were a couple of fouled spark plugs, which caused the motor to run roughly, reducing its power and his speed. Then, he saw that behind the motorcycles there was a building tail of other vehicles, including another camper and a couple of cars pulling light vacation trailers. He’d have to pull over pretty soon to allow them to pass, but there were no turnouts along this stretch of the road.
This was the third day of his vacation. He’d been looking forward to it for months, but so far there had been nothing but trouble. On their first day away from home a radiator hose had broken, which delayed them for two hours for repairs; as a result they had been forced to stay overnight in a commercial trailer camp. Yesterday, he’d replaced the water pump… and now, today, it was fouled spark plugs.
A frown spread across his handsomely rugged face, and his deep, brown eyes glowered at the images in the rear-view mirror then studied the road ahead for space to pull over. The heavily loaded truck ground slowly up the steep grade in second gear, the punished engine whining its protest.
Angrily, Stan stomped down hard on the already fully opened accelerator and growled, “Come on… let’s go… God damn it!”
Sitting beside her husband, Lois Brewster studied his profile through wide, clear blue eyes. She knew he was angry. The first two days of their vacation hadn’t been very pleasant. The extra expense and the delays for repairs had made him increasingly exasperated. Her knowledge of machines was limited, but even to her unpracticed ear, the sounds of the laboring engine told her there was something wrong.
“What seems to be wrong with the motor, Stan?” she asked, finally, breaking a long, silence.
“Couple of dirty spark plugs!” He didn’t turn his head to answer her question.
She, also, could see the long string of motorcycles, cars and campers behind them. Since their camper was the first in the line, it was their vehicle that was holding back the traffic.
“Shouldn’t we pull over… and let those other people pass us…?”
Stan snapped back, “Sure! Hell yes… I should… but there are no turn-outs!”
“You passed a couple of them… back there…”
“You want to drive this rig?” he shot back.
“No… but…”
“Then… shut up… and get the hell off my back!”
For perhaps the thousandth time, it seemed to Lois, she turned silently away, her deep blue eyes brimming with glistening tears. Their vacation, too, was turning sour… just as everything about their marriage seemed to be falling apart. She had promised herself that these two weeks away from the cares of day-to-day living and home-making chores would be happy ones; days that would heal some of the wounds, solve some of their differences… and draw them closer together… perhaps, even, regenerate their feelings of tenderness for each other… and rejuvenate the sexual side of their lives. She sighed with self-pity and a nostalgic longing for things as they had been… when they were first married; of course, even then there had been some problems, but she and Stan had been younger then. They had been full of hope and optimism, but now… She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and looked out at the mountain landscape, the forested slopes seeming to offer a serenity she didn’t feel.
The sudden roar of a motor close beside the camper caused her to turn her head, quickly, to look with startled eyes at the lead motorcyclist, who was then drawn abreast of the cab. She saw a black beard, long black hair whipping in the wind, a pair of dark eyes flashing, angrily, and an open mouth that roared, obscenely, the words partially snatched away by the wind.
“... of-a-bitch! Get… fucking… off the road!”
With a roar, the motorcycle swept by them. A second figure, smaller and definitely feminine, clung behind the driver. She, too, was shouting, although it was difficult to understand what she was saying.
A straight stretch of road lay ahead of them for about seventy-five yards, devoid of approaching cars, which was the reason the group of four motorcyclists chose to pass, right then. As the leader swept by, he shook a threatening fist, then flipped his middle finger up in the age-old signal of derision. Then, Lois’ sensibilities were injured. The auburn-haired, pixie-faced girl, on the back of the motorcycle, looked back at them and made the self-same sign.
Then, in quick succession, the other three motorcyclists thundered by the slow-moving camper, each hooting a string of obscenities and following the example of the leader, flipped the lewd hand-sign at Stan and Lois.
Stan’s temper boiled over, instantly, and he was shouting back, “Well… fuck you, too… you bastards!”
“Please… Stan… do you have to be like them…?” Lois chided. She didn’t like to hear him use those words. It always seemed so unnecessary.
“God damn it!” he flared back at her. “I’ll say what I like… and right now I’m good and mad! Plug your ears up… if you don’t want to hear it!”
The fourth and last cyclist had just passed him, when a low-slung sports car came snarling around a curve toward them. Lois was sure there would be a collision, but the motorcycle rider ducked to his side of the road, at the last instant, with only inches to spare.
“Why… you stupid bastard!” Stan roared, visibly shaken by the close call… the possibility of being involved in the smash-up, had the sports car and the motorcycle crashed together.
Just around the next curve, a highway sign warned of a turnout ahead, and Stan heaved a sigh of relief, as he studied the rear-view mirror, again, to see that there were ten or more cars strung out behind his camper. He pulled off the road into the cleared space, trying to ignore the grim faces of the drivers who swept by on the road. Some of the people were outright angry. He could see their mouths move, cursing him, insultingly… But, Christ! He rationalized. I can’t help it if the damned engine’s acting up…!
He consulted a California highway map. “There’s a little town up ahead… maybe fifteen miles or so…” he observed. “I can get a set of new spark plugs there… then it’s only about sixty miles to that State Park…”
Lois wasn’t really listening. She agreed, absently, “That’s good…” then added, “maybe… we can get to bed earlier, tonight… and…”
“Yeah and get a good night’s sleep, for a change so we can get on the road earlier…”
“I wasn’t thinking… just about sleep…” Lois murmured.
“Oh, you mean something else, like sex…? Well it’s according to how tired I am. Okay?”
“I guess it’ll have to be… all right…” she sighed with resignation, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t be too tired, too busy… too drunk… or too something. It seemed, lately, that was the story of their married sex-life. She decided to change the subject.
“Did you notice what that girl… on the back of the motorcycle did?”
“No… what did she do?” Stan responded, looking back down the road to see that the traffic had cleared. He put the truck in gear and eased out onto the narrow highway.
“She made that awful sign… with her hand, too!”
“Oh, that! Just consider the source! They’re just a bunch of worthless motorcycle bums! They probably belong to one of those clubs or gangs!”
“She seemed to be the only girl… and there were four men…”
“I wouldn’t know!” He dismissed the subject. “Who can tell the difference… with their long hair?”
“The difference… is the shape…”
Stan was listening to the truck’s motor. It was running even more roughly, as it labored up the long grade.
“I hope we can make it to that little town, now!” he grunted. “We’ve got to get this damned thing running better!”
***
Settling down into his sleeping bag, luxuriously, and scratching his long, lean and muscular flanks, Mickey Blackum was thoughtful. He was thinking about that luscious blonde he had first spotted in the service station, yesterday. She was waiting around there while something was being fixed on their camper… of course, she was straight, and her husband was a typical eight-to-five establishment type, full of apple pie, mother and patriotism crap. Christ I can spot those mothahs a mile away!
... But, that woman of his…! Man… the way she was flipping her ass around in those tight hot pants… and those tits that wouldn’t stop! She was something else! Damn, I’d like to get into a mama like that… for some plain and fancy fucking!
Down between his legs, his scrotum tightened up and began to lift his balls, crawlingly, up tight to his crotch; at the same time, the shaft of his cock was flooded with hot blood. It began to throb to full erection, and his hand went down to grasp the growing massiveness of it. He conceded to himself that the little blonde bitch wasn’t available to him, so he’d just have to make do with what was handy… and what was always there, of course, was Terry. She was there… any time he wanted a piece of ass… And, she’d better be here!
***
One unbreakable rule was that his mama, Terry McCauley, had to be around… whenever he wanted her… for whatever reason…! And, Mickey wanted her, now!
He threw back the top portion of the unzipped, double sleeping bag and called, softly, “Terry!”
There was no answer. The black-bearded leader waited a beat or to, before he called, again, louder, “Teeerrrry!”
On the heavily wooded slope above the camp, Terry heard Mickey’s voice calling her, the second time. She froze. She had to obey him… no matter what! Christ! Not right now… though!
She was crouched over Peeper Martin’s loins, his long, thin cock held in her hands, her lips just beginning to descend on it to engulf his cock’s head in her hungry mouth.
Hastily, she began to scramble to her feet, dropping the fully erect prick lancing up through the fly of his heavy, leather motorcycle pants.
“That’s Mickey!” she gasped. “I’ve got to split!”
Martin sat up, reached out and grabbed one of her wrists.
“Let him wait! You’re mine… right now!” he hissed.
“No Peeper! Christ no! I’ve got to go!” Her voice was desperate. “You know that!”
“Stop calling me Peeper… for Christ’s sake! My name’s Tom! Me and him… are going to have a go about that one of these days!”
“Let me go!” Terry begged. “I don’t want him to get pissed-off at me… over nothing!”
“Nothing!?” Tom Martin roared. “You’re splitting… leaving me all uptight… with a big hard-on… ready to do some fucking… you call that nothing?”
“... But… I’ve got to go! I don’t want Mickey… carving on me… the way he did Maureen!” She wrenched herself free of his grasp, a dry sob escaping her contorted mouth. As she started down the slope toward the camp, Terry flung back over her shoulder, “You can jerk it off… or find out, for sure, whether Wunder Boy will blow you!”
Then, she heard Mickey call for the third time. His voice was loud, angry, “Terry! Get your fucking ass over here… right now!”
Terror-stricken, she called out, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” God! He had to call me three times!
She ran… hard, barely able to see in the darkness, stumbling once or twice and cursing her rotten luck. The fright in her was real. Mickey demanded absolute obedience of his mamas, and any breaches of his iron discipline were dealt with, instantly… harshly.
Arriving out of breath at his sleeping bag, where Mickey sat glowering, angrily, Terry flung herself down on her knees before him, her tiny pixie-face distraught, frightened blue eyes already pleading for a mercy she knew he wouldn’t dispense. She brushed disheveled strands of lustrous auburn hair away from her face and trembled, “Here I… am… Mickey…!”
“Where the hell you been?”
“Up there… on the hill… but I-I... didn’t hear you!” she defended, hoping he would soften… perhaps allow her this one trespass against his rigid rules.
“Who was up there with you?”
“Peeper…” she admitted, truthfully, knowing that she could not tell Mickey any more than that. God! I-I can’t tell him Peeper wouldn’t let me go! She didn’t want to be the cause of an open rift between the two men; there was already enough animosity between them.
“Peeper? Christ!” The black-bearded leader was silent for a moment. Peeper Martin needed to learn a few things. There wasn’t any doubt about it, but he’d have to take care of Martin, tomorrow. Right now, his mama would get her little lesson in obedience before he fucked her.
“All right… get those God damned rags off! I want you bare-assed naked!”
Mickey watched her, avidly, his eyes burning with lewd desire and a grim satisfaction, as she hastened to obey him.
Sitting back on the sleeping bag, she pulled off her heavy boots and thick socks, then standing up, she unbuckled the wide belt, opened the fly of her boys’ jeans and stripped them down over the soft, white columns of her tapering thighs and the long, svelte curve of her calves. Next, she removed her heavy, leather jacket, and with trembling fingers, unbuttoned her man’s shirt, tossing it aside with her other articles of clothing. She wore nothing under it. Her breasts soared free in the wash of the cool evening air, standing out in luscious, globular mounds, slightly upthrust and glowing in alabaster whiteness, each of them crowned with the cameo-pink of nipples already spiking out into cones of erectile arousal. They were young, tender breasts, firm and high on her chest, the valley between them deep and clearly defined. Then, without hesitation, she slipped her panties down over the curving swell of her hips and buttocks to stand completely nude before him.
His massive, long and thick cock throbbed with anticipation, as he watched. Damn! She was the most luscious mama he’d ever had! He almost hated to have to discipline her… But, hell… you let a mama get away with one little thing… and there’s no end to the crap they’ll try to pull on you!
“Now… give me your belt!” he ordered.
“P-Please… Mickey…” she pleaded, her lower lip trembling, wide, blue eyes glistening with tears, “I-I really didn’t hear… y-you…”
He wouldn’t be swayed. “I said give me your God damned belt… or do you want me to use mine?”
“Oh, no! God no!” Hastily, she stopped to pick up her discarded jeans and unthreaded the wide, leather belt from the loops, a vivid impression in her mind of what his studded belt would do to her flesh… if he were to use it! Abjectly, she handed the plain, leather strap to him.
“Down on your belly, bitch… and take your medicine!” Mickey commanded. “And… not one squeal… dig?”
“P-Please… don’t… mark me…?” Terry knew there was no escaping her punishment.
She had known from the beginning that he intended to carry it out. It’s not fair! It wasn’t my fault… but I’ll have to take it!
“You disobeyed me!” Mickey grunted. “That’s why you’re getting it!” He doubled the belt and held it in one hand, while with the other, he snatched at her wrist and pulled her down onto the sleeping bag, then kneeling up, the black-bearded leader looked down at his target. As she lay there, Terry, undulated her hips, provocatively, the moons of her buttocks working, erotically… invitingly. It was a final ploy she used, almost unconsciously, in an attempt to dissuade him, but at the same time, she pushed her face down hard into the material of the sleeping bag, expecting, momentarily, the slashing pain of the leather strap across her soft backside.
Mickey’s big cock jerked, and his hand went down to stroke the hardened, throbbing shaft, as a thrill of sadistic pleasure keened through him. Damn! He was going to enjoy this! Somehow, it made the fucking… afterward, more enjoyable… more intense. His lips peeled back in a lewd grin, his white teeth gleaming through the blackness of his beard. Suddenly, he raised his arm and brought the leather belt down hard and true in a solid, slashing blow across those lovely, white buttocks.
CRACK!
Terry bit back her scream of pain. Her whole behind hurt. Oh, God! It burned like fire!
CRACK! His arm rose and fell for the second time, and Terry groaned aloud. She took a large mouthful of the material of the sleeping bag into her mouth. Never… never, would she cry out. It was part of the code she had to live by… as long as she rode with Mickey and his motorcycle gang. The almost unbearable pain seemed to spread out… down her twitching legs, up her back… and into her churning belly. God! Let me take it! I deserve it! Maybe… it’s n-not f-fair but I did disobey… now, I’ve got to take my punishment…
For the third time, the belt in Mickey’s hand slashed across her exposed buttocks. A muffled groan gurgled in her throat, and she knew that she would have screamed, full-throatedly, but for the cloth of the sleeping bag she had stuffed in her mouth. The searing pain was almost more than she could stand… but, now, unexplainably, there was something else. It was the warm glow of sexual arousal that began to pervade her loins. She was getting hot wanting it… wanting Mickey to fuck her and she didn’t understand it.
... Then, it was over. Her punishment was finished. Mickey tossed the belt onto the disordered pile of her clothing. “That’s enough!” he grated, reaching out to her and placing his hands on the smooth skin of her tiny waist.
Caressingly, his hands trailed downward over the rounded curves of her hips to the soft, resilient flesh of the lithe orbs of her just chastised buttocks. He could feel the cringing flesh, hot under his hands where the belt had struck… and there were the tiny ridges of raised welts. He grinned his lewdly sadistic satisfaction, as he went on, stroking and massaging the fully rounded protuberances of her bottom, and he was elated to feel her shiver, electrifyingly, her hips gyrating against the soft caresses he was now bestowing on her. Christ! It’s going to flip me out… to fuck her, now!
“Well… Mama… that ought to be a lesson to you!” He stretched out on his back beside her.
Terry moaned something unintelligible, rolled to her side and crept into his arms, her firm, supple breasts flattening against the lean, hard muscles of his chest, and as she nuzzled into the hollow of his neck, she could smell the musky man-odor of his seldom-bathed body. Her hand went down between them, immediately, to grasp with urgent meaning his long, thick and hardened cock. Gently, she pulled the heavy foreskin back, and her fingers lightly caressed his cock’s head. It throbbed and jerked, vibrantly, in her hand.
Terry heard his grunt of pleasure, as her hand barely encircled the hot, pulsing shaft of his prick, her own passion already spiraling, the heated blood pounding in her loins, and she felt the moistness between her legs that told of her readiness… her ecstatic desire.
Pressing her belly in tight to him, she parted her thighs, allowing her voracious pussy to ride, undulantly, up and down the hardness of his thigh muscle. Her lips, moist and slightly parted were offered up to him to be kissed.
His mouth, hot and wet crushed her own, and she felt his tongue burst into her oral vault to be sucked. Hungrily, she ovaled her lips to take it deep into her throat… while his hard, rough hands smoothed down over her back to the still painful flesh of her protruding buttocks to haul her up, tightly, to him. Her soft, resilient flesh didn’t hurt as much now, but she could feel his hands so clearly… as though every square inch of her behind contained a million super-charged nerves. Meanwhile, her tiny hand was busy on the hard shaft of his cock, as she worked her hand up and down the massively solid length of it. His wiry beard and mustache tingled against her face, adding an extra erotic touch to her sexual arousal.
Mickey mumbled around her lips, “You’re really hot for my cock, tonight… eh, Mama?”
“Oh, God… yes! I can’t wait for you to… shove it in… and start fucking me!” she gasped, giving his prick a harder squeeze, as she milked at it, her upper leg going up over him to pull herself up even tighter to him. Now, she could feel the moisture that exuded from the head of his cock, the slippery, natural lubricant wetting the palm of her hand, and she rubbed it all around the bulbous head.
He was all she wanted, in this world. Oh, yes… it was true! Mickey was hard and tough… and he demanded strict obedience to his every whim; on the other hand, he protected her… took care of her. It was just like being married to him, except she could ball anyone else she pleased… just as long as she was there, when he wanted her. There were other aspects of their relationship she didn’t like… such as his giving her to others to use… or inviting three or four at a time to fuck her every way there was in the book — and some that hadn’t been written up, yet… but she was learning. He had never mentioned the word ‘love’. She was sure he never would say it. Such an emotion was beyond him. Did Terry love the bearded gang leader? Perhaps… in her own way, she loved him, because she needed him and depended upon him. Would she ever leave him? Yes! That depended upon when he became tired of her… then she’d be replaced, completely… or she’d share him with another mama. If he shed himself of her… what then? She’d just have to find another rider. It was as simple as that! She didn’t want to think about it. Right now, she was Mickey Blackum’s mama… and that was all that mattered!
Pulling her face back and away from him and breaking the deeply passionate kiss, she hissed, hoarsely, “Oh, God Mickey… I’m so ready… for you! Let’s fuck… right now!”
She released his cock and rolled to her back to plant her widespread feet, solidly, her knees flexed and thighs splayed open, obscenely, as her hips ground in tiny circles under her, inviting his plundering entrance into her seething cunt.
“Well… I’m in the mood for a little cunt-lapping first!” he grunted. “You’ll really pop, then!”
With exasperating slowness, she watched him, as he rose to his knees and came between her spread legs, dropping his head down within bare inches above her warm, pulsing vaginal furrow. His long hair hung down to sweep across her naked loins, teasingly, and the tip of his bushy beard feathered down through the moist, pink flesh of her sensate cunt. She shuddered with the delicious sensations being generated in her loins.
Excitedly, she begged him, then, “Oh, Mickey… Mickey… I don’t care… whether you fuck it… or suck it… but p-please… do something!”
Mickey had never seen her this worked up, before… of course, he’d never fucked her this soon after administering a beating, either. He decided she must have liked it… that there was a masochistic streak in her, and he’d sure as hell remember it… in the future… Damn… that could lead to some real turned-on fucking!
He continued to smile with salacious satisfaction, as his eyes surveyed the feast she was offering him on the darkly auburn-haired platter of her sensate loins, the coral pink of her partially hidden slit sending shivers of anticipation keening along his spine. He noted where the delicious, narrow defile began at the bottom of her smooth, flat belly to slice downward, erotically, through the down fringe of pubic hair to the full-rounded, alabaster orbs of her buttocks. She lifted her hips up, rotating them sensuously, expectantly, just inches from his bearded lips, and he heard an involuntary moan of frustrated anguish escape her lips.
“Oh! OOooh… God! Mickey! Don’t do this… to me! Don’t make me wait…!”
With sadistically slow determination, he laid the palms of his hard hands high up on the soft, flesh of the insides of her quivering thighs, bracketing the narrow, pink slit, so that his thumbs could spread apart the velvety, yielding lips of her fleecily hair-lined cunt. Ever so slowly and with tantalizing purpose, he pulled open the slightly ragged coraline flanges of her pussy, until its bedewed, blood-flushed portal lay exposed completely to his lustful eyes. Greedily, he ogled the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion jolting him, causing his cock to jerk, wildly, between his crouching legs.
He was entranced. He gaped down at the widespread opening that glistened dully in the dim light with viscous droplets of carnal desire. It seemed he could actually see it twitch and squirm, the intricate delicacies of her secret flesh begging his attentions.
Dropping his head down the last few inches, then, he plunged the full length of his long, agile tongue deep into the quivering, warm depths of her wildly clasping cunt. The truth was… he couldn’t wait any longer, himself.
Terry had been beside herself, as she waited for what seemed interminably long moments. She was just going to begin begging him, abjectly, when she was rewarded with the exquisite sensation of his tongue thrusting deep into the heated moistness of her needful cuntal opening.
“OOOooohhh! Yeeeesssssss! Oh, that’s it! Suck me! Lick me… good! Oh, it feels… so goooooddd!” she exulted, as she ground her loins up into his heavily bearded face with undulant eroticism, the need in her was urgent.
Then, Mickey felt her tiny hands clutching at his long, black hair, her fingers entwining large hands of it to haul his face, forcefully, into the splayed-but, moistly pink furrow of her sensate cunt. She moaned and gasped almost incessantly, and he sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth, above, as he speared his hot tongue deep up into the warm, satiny depths of her dilating vagina.
Uncontrollably, Terry ground her hips down into the material of the sleeping bag, writhing and squirming with the ecstasy of her passion, little, unintelligible, animal-like mewlings come from between her clenched teeth, incessantly, then she would lift her loins up to him, pushing his face hard into the silky down of her pussy; at the same time, her fingers entangled in his hair pulled him in even tighter, as the sensitive, pulsating walls of her vagina seemed to open and close in a moist, sucking motion around the tantalizing thrustings of his tongue.
Exulting inwardly, the black-bearded leader grinned his satisfaction. His latest, tender, young mama was completely in his power. She was wild with desire… and getting wilder with each passing moment. He withdrew his agile, probing tongue and licked upward through the snug slit, pressuring through and parting the silky, auburn down, its tip flicking moistly in circles around the erectly distended shaft of her clitoris, then his mouth engulfed all, his lips sucking and drawing the warm, soft folds of flesh into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue maintaining its maddening licking of the sensitive, pulsing bud of her womanhood.
“OOOooohhh… MY GOD!” she wailed, shudderingly, as the arcing sensations grounded on the sensate head of her clitoris.
He raised his eyes to gaze, sadistically, at her beautifully contorted face. Her head still flailed back and forth, in tempo with his plundering tongue, as her fingers clutched tighter into his hair to direct his voraciously sucking mouth.
Looking up at her face through the valley of her breasts, his hands, suddenly, itched to caress and fondle, and they moved up over the white flatness of her belly to the full, rounded firmness of her quivering, young breasts, his hard palms cupping, harshly, their velvet-skinned softness. His fingers rolled the spiky hardness of her nipples, furiously, treating them cruelly, knowing that she preferred it that way. He chuckled to himself, as he heard her mewling moan of pleasure-pain. His newfound knowledge of her sexual arousal through pain gave him an extra sense of power over her. Hell! I can do anything I want to with her… and she’ll love every minute of it!
Suddenly, Terry felt him lifting her legs, and she knew a momentary disappointment, when his rough hands left her tingling breasts. With determined purpose, he folded her knees back until they pressed hard against her passion-swollen tits. His hands pushed on the backs of her knees, raising her wide-spread, flowered-open, naked cunt to expose her completely to his wild, probing tongue and hungrily sucking mouth… and it was then she felt the hot, moist contact of his tongue with her tight, puckered anal orifice, laving and probing, experimentally, at the sensitive, crinkled opening. It sent maddeningly tantalizing sensations of pure ecstasy surging through her trembling, lust-filled body. She moaned for pure joy, the anguished whine of rapture coming from deep in her chest. She had never experienced such irresistibly erotic pleasure. She had never known it could be so good. Briefly, her mind dwelt on and marveled at how it had begun for her… this time, the pain of the slashing belt across her backside turning her on to sex as she had never known it could exist… but she couldn’t understand it… couldn’t fathom how it had happened. She dismissed trying to understand, concentrating instead on the rapture of it.
Again, his tongue shot into the sensitive opening of her cunt, and she cried out, pleadingly, “Mickey…! Oh, Mickey… use your big cock… now! Fuck me… in my cunt… with your hard cock…! Please… Oh, please…! I’ve got to have your cock… inside me… fucking me! Tear me apart with it! OOOOoooooohhhhh!”
Mickey Blackum chortled his pleasure with her abject pleading to be fucked. That’s the way he wanted it. He liked his mamas completely subjugated to his will.
“Okay!” he smiled, lewdly, up at her. “You’re really turned on… aren’t you?”
“Oh, God… I could climb the walls… if there were some to climb!”
“I guess you’re hot enough to fuck… then!” he decided, crawling up over her to wedge his slim, muscular hips into the forked angle of her thighs.
Eagerly, she reached down between them, taking his huge, throbbing cock into her tiny hand to pull the heavy foreskin back, smoothly, and guiding the blood-filled cock’s head directly between her palpitating cunt-lips, below.
Not waiting, not caring, he went into her with a headlong rush, just as soon as he felt the tip of his cock touch the velvet-soft flesh of her cuntal opening. The head of his prick, swollen with trapped blood, entered the open, moistly ready channel of her pussy, expanding and pressing aside the vaginal walls with a smooth, sliding action, the thick shaft being absorbed, in its entirety, in her cuntal sheath, as he thrust deeply up into her with a goring, animal-like lunge.
“OOOOoooohhhh… Darling!” she moaned as the massive length and breadth of his mighty prick was buried in the resilient softness of her femaleness… to the very core of her vibrant being.
Mickey’s body stiffened. “Cut out the darling crap… right now!” he barked. “This’s just plain fucking… for the hell of it… understand!?”
She had known what his response would be, but in the rapture of the moment, she had forgotten, the fervent endearment just slipping out, unbidden. “Yes… I understand… M-Mickey…!” she murmured, contritely.
The gang leader relaxed… and she knew it would be all right, as she felt the pulsing, rhythmic expansion and contraction of the shaft of his cock against the sheathing walls of her cunt.
The moist heat of her captured and enveloped him, the exquisite folds of her vaginal sheath clamping around the hardness of his prick, the inner muscles of her pussy, caressing and milking at it, tantalizingly, at the same time as he throbbed it, expandingly, deep inside her belly. The sensations were an ecstatic torture to him as he held himself motionless, above her… and his whole being was there, inside her, in the dynamically vibrant power of his cock.
... Then, he began to fuck into Terry’s clasping cunt with short, quick thrusts, upward into her soft belly, as he held himself aloft on lean, muscular arms, his hips cradled snugly between her legs to ram his ponderous cock home, deep into her softly pulsing vagina.
“Give me all of it!” she gasped. “Deeper! Longer… and faster! I’ve got to have more cock… in me!”
“All right, Mama… you asked for it!” Mickey grunted, as his huge, blood-inflated prick began to gore deeper and longer into her, its massive girth pulling the soft flanges of her cuntal furrow out with it on each outstroke to reveal the moist, pink lining of her pussy; then, on each plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back up inside of her, again.
Terry could feel all of his length and breadth as his giant cock rampaged in her searingly inflamed cuntal passage, every plundering stroke generating more desire. She couldn’t get enough of him, and incessantly she urged him on with groans of pleasure, chanting in tempo with the undulant thrashings of their bodies, her pelvis moving, now, in wild, abandoned opposition to him, as she fucked back with feral sensuality. “Fuck me! Fuck me… fuckmefuckme! Fuck me… hard!” she chanted. It was a hedonistic litany of fuck!
Then, she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of her impending orgasm. She was there, hanging on the brink of eruptive rapture, as his big cock pounded into her, but she couldn’t cum… yet. Finally, she realized that she needed to be in a different position. She had to have the hardness of his plundering prick going into her deeper and harder, with punishing force.
Straining up against him, she splayed her thighs wide and pulled her knees up to her chest. Instantly, Mickey knew what she wanted and stopping only momentarily, he shifted his arms to behind her knees; then, he came back down on her to press her knees back hard to her chest, mashing the tender, swelling mounds of her breasts flat.
Now, she was pinned to the sleeping bag like an entomological specimen, her loins raised and vulnerable, the whole of her genitals completely available to him for his deepest plundering thrusts. With renewed energy, he rammed his great cock all the way home in her cunt, and his sperm-laden balls smacked, heavily, into the exposed crevice between the fullnesses of her soft, round buttocks.
Terry moved in opposition to him, accepting and absorbing all of his hardened length into her cuntal passage and reveling in the ecstatic pleasure-pain it brought her, as his cock nudged past her cervix, with each bottoming stroke to crash into the farthest back wall of her vaginal vault.
“That’s it! That’s the way… I want it! All the way!” she urged, glad that she could take all of his cock into her needfully seething cunt. She mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with the intensity of her passion, the sounds emitting from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure or pain, as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her, almost like a well-oiled machine.
Mickey knew she was going to pop any time, now; as she neared her climax, she continued to mouth obscenities, spurring him on to ever greater effort, her body writhing, uncontrollably, under him, and his own passion rose, spiralingly, toward the summit, where it would end in a final thrusting, jabbing, spewing ejaculation. He was aware that his cock had become even harder and stiffer, expanding to full, lust-engorged erection. The painful need to cum was there, searing him, at the root of his prick. Damn! I’ve got to pop… pretty soon!
Beneath him, Terry was wild, delirious, her passion completely uncontrolled, as with upturned buttocks, she lay there and took his thundering cock deep into her lust-quivering belly. Nearer and nearer she came to that exquisite moment when delicious, ecstatic orgasm would consume her.
“Oh, Mickey! Fuck hard! Fill my cunt with cock! Fuck it! Fuck it… fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckit… Oh, fuck!” she chanted in wild abandon, forcing him to increase his speed, demanding and wanting her release… and she began the giddy spiral, up and up, until suddenly, she stepped out into empty space like an astronaut. Then she was spinning free in timeless space for eons of time… or was it only fractions of seconds?
... And, as her release surged through her with electric arcings, her body convulsing with the ecstatic rapture of her orgasm, her throat opened up in a scream of primeval triumph.
“AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuoooooooogggggghhhhhhhhhh!”
Even as Terry screamed with the pleasure of her climax, Mickey was goaded on to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer, harder and deeper, frantically, and his cock, hard as Toledo steel, pistoned the cylinder of her cunt like a run-away steam engine… until finally, he felt the hot, viscous semen jet, searingly, through the length of his cock, to spew from the slitted tip deep up into the moist warmth of her cuntal sheath. Spasms of pure pleasure coursed through him in mind-boggling, body-satisfying waves of sensuality. Then as his prick continued to pump the last dregs of his load of sperm from him, he collapsed on top of her with a huge, satiated groan.
“Christ! It was out of sight… Mama! I’m still cumming!”
Terry could only mewl an unintelligible pleasure-sound, as she struggled with her breathing.
After a few minutes, Mickey rolled himself from on top of her. He was satiated, tired… and sleepy. Terry snuggled in close to him and listened to the sound of his breathing that came deeper and more regular as he drifted off to sleep.
A few moments later, Peeper Martin was there, kneeling down beside her and whispering in her ear, “Come on… Terry, baby… get your ass out of there, now! You and me have got some unfinished business!”
“Not right now… Peeper…” she whispered back. “I’m all tired out…”
“I said… now!” Martin grated, twisting his hand in her hair and lifting her head up.
Her scalp hurt, and she could do nothing but rise with him, until she was on her knees and finally she was standing before him, naked and helpless.
“You’re h-hurting me…” she complained.
“That’s nothing to what you’ll get… if you don’t split with me… right now!”
“Okay… I’ll go!” she agreed. “Let me go!”
Peeper Martin released her hair, took her by the arm and led her a few paces into the darkness.
Then, he released her arm, sat down on a sleeping bag and began to undress. On the instant, he had released her other hands were on her body, pulling her down to the slick material of the sleeping bag.
“Buck? Buck Sloan…?” she questioned.
“Yeah, baby… none other!”
“... A-And Wunder Boy…”
“Who else…?” the other voice rasped out at her.
They pulled her down to them. Both men were naked, and she was between them, their warm bodies pressed up tight to hers… and she could feel the hot bulk of their cocks against either thigh.
“You’re the guest of honor at our little party!” Peeper Martin chortled, crawling on top of her.
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