BEE-0684

Sex In The Sticks

by Patrick Murry



Chapter 1

"Are they still back there?"

"Think so. I saw something moving down that ridge a few minutes ago. Looks like they might be gaining on us a little."

"Maybe l take the Big Horn cutoff -- it's less than a mile up the trail. We'll see what happens after that."

Gina Bellardi did not join in this conversation between her two companions, though she listened closely enough. She could not decide whether Pam and Ellen wanted the boys behind them to catch up with them or not. She knew her own mind well enough: she had come into the national forest for two weeks of backpacking and mountaineering and she would have been perfectly happy if they had seen no boys at all during the entire trip. They had been on the trail for only two days and already both Pam and Ellen were acting suspiciously like a pair of horny spinsters.

"They'll probably turn off and go up to Big Horn," Pam said as they toiled along the rough trail. "That's where most of the hikers go."

"Hey, you remember that waterfall and pool about a half-mile beyond the cutoff?" Ellen asked. "I'm already thinking about that -- when we get there I'm going to strip and stay in there for about an hour!"

"Yeah, I remember it," Pam replied. "And I'm up for that too. How about you, Gina? Ready for a dip? It'll be great after heaving and sweating for two days."

"I think that would be beautiful," Gina said, trying to put the boys out of her mind.

"Say, what's wrong with you?" Ellen asked, lagging back a moment to fall into step beside Gina. "You've been quiet as a mouse all day. Still shook up over that Willie?"

"No, I don't think so," Gina replied. "Or maybe it's that, I'm not really sure. I know that I've been having trouble all morning -- this is a rough trail. And I'm carrying the tent today, don't forget."

They took turns carrying the tent which sheltered them at night. Although it was the lightest model available that would shelter three, its eight pounds made a considerable difference after a few hours on the trail. Actually, as Gina admitted to herself, she had been thinking about Willie, her ex-boyfriend. A tall, handsome youth of twenty, the very epitome of almost everything she had been taught to look for in a boyfriend, he had gone with her for three months and, at least for the first two of those months, had provided her with more happy moments than she had ever known before. As Ellen stepped out ahead, leaving her to herself, Gina's mind wandered back to her last date with Willie.

"Aw, come on, do it to me," Willie said, trying to press her face down onto his cock. "A little head won't hurt you!"

"I'm scared to do it!" she protested. "Isn't it enough that I let you ... well, fuck me? Can't you be satisfied with that? Willie, I love you, really I do, but that ... it just seems so awful!"

Even now the memory of those few times -- six in all -- that he had come over her, fitting that incomparably beautiful body of his between her thighs and guiding that tremendously long, hard prick into the lips of her pussy had the power to make her knees weak and her head dizzy. A tall, lithe brunette with a pair of firmly rising breasts that attracted the eye of nearly every man, Gina had a sultry, sensuous look which would not have been out of place on a Hollywood sex queen. More than one man had been attracted by her looks, only to be turned off by her fear of letting herself go: Gina's behavior, in striking contrast to her looks, would have done credit to a New England spinster of eighty.

It had required every one of Willie's many talents to get her into bed with him, and even then she submitted only after she had become almost delirious with desire. She loved him too much to forbid him the caresses which fired her body with desire and, once she had reached that state, she could not prevent him from possessing her completely. In spite of her ardent response -- and once she had gotten his prick inside her body the fervent way in which she had snapped her hips up and down had surprised even Willie -- she never lost control of herself to the extent that she would engage in some of the practices he most wanted. In particular, he wanted her to take his prick in her mouth and this she would not do under any circumstances. He wanted her to talk about her desires, using the frankest, bawdiest language -- she knew all the words but believed that "a lady" did not use such language -- but she would do so only after considerable coaxing and when her body was trembling with desire.

"Come on, give it a suck," Willie said on that last night. "Hell, it isn't so much. Christ, even Sharon gives blowjobs!"

"Sharon?" Gina asked, slowly realizing that Sharon had lived in the city for only a month. "How do you know that about Sharon?"

Willie's evasive answer had aroused her curiosity further and, in the course of a discussion which had finally turned into an argument, he admitted that he had visited the girl in her apartment several times. He attempted to justify this by pointing out that the girl had no compunctions about servicing his desires in whatever way he chose, a justification which Gina saw as more of a condemnation of them both. The evening had ended with her getting out of Willie's bed, tearful and reproachful, and walking home by herself. Each time she relived that terrible evening she asked herself if she could possibly have done anything differently.

How could you possibly have done that to him? she asked herself as she trudged along behind Ellen and Pam. Ugghh! To behave like a common whore? If he wanted you to do that then he surely wasn't the man you thought he was! No, Gina, you did exactly right!

Despite the regularity with which she told herself that she had been right in refusing to go down on Willie, there were several times when she could not help wondering if perhaps she had been wrong. Several of her best friends, she knew, frequently made love in that way and as far as she could tell they were not adversely affected in any other way. Both Ellen and Pam openly vowed that there was little better than "a mouthful of hot cock," as Ellen so crudely put it, and they were as loyal as anyone she knew.

It would be a nice way of showing a guy that you really cared for him, she thought, shifting her pack-straps onto a new part of her shoulders. And maybe the stuff wouldn't taste so bad when he shot off. Remember that time you ... mmmm!

Her mind, seemingly determined to find new ways to bedevil her with doubt, wandered back to an evening when she had gone to the bathroom immediately after experiencing a delirious, bone-melting climax with Willie. As she had sat upon the toilet stool, feeling the thick, creamy cum gush from her well-exercised slit, she had suddenly reached between her thighs and placed a finger in that opening. Upon removing it, now thickly coated with the warm, fluid, she had cautiously sniffed of it. The scent had fired her desires quickly, sending a spasm of delight over her body, and she had popped the finger into her mouth. The salty but utterly intoxicating taste had caused her head to reel with delight. Gina had never mentioned this experiment to anyone, lest they think she had become a sluttish, depraved creature and she often berated herself for having succumbed to the temptation.

No, that won't do, she. told herself. Gina, you've got to stop thinking about those things! You can't go on this way!

Again tugging impatiently at her pack straps, she quickened her pace to shorten the distance between herself and her friends. They passed the Big Horn cutoff, a broader trail leading up to one of the highest peaks in the entire national forest. They were aiming for Sheep Pen Meadows, a remote and lovely valley where they intended to spend three days before continuing their hike.

A half-mile beyond the cutoff, a mere twenty minutes' walk, they came into a small clearing. They could hear the rumble of falling water and immediately a new spirit of enthusiasm swept over the three girls. They got out of their packs rapidly and went down to investigate. Just as Ellen had said, they found a large pool at the base of the falls. Almost completely ringed with tall firs, the pool beckoned invitingly.

"Oh, wow, this is too much!" Ellen cried out, her fingers already unbuttoning her shirt. "Man, am I ever going to soak!"

"Let me at that water!" Pam sighed, also stripping rapidly.

Their enthusiasm infected Gina and she too began to strip. They gave no thought to the possibility of being surprised; they were in one of the more remote parts of the forest and, except for the hikers they had earlier noticed, had seen no one since setting out on their trip. Gina unlaced her heavy hiking boots, removed her socks and finished undressing. She was at least as attractive naked as clothed; her long waisted torso tapered neatly in at the waist, flaring out into a pair of nicely curved hips and then again tapering down the length of her slender thighs. The dark V of pubic fur, masking but not entirely hiding the crimson slit bisecting it, emphasized her femininity, just as did the nippled breasts riding high on her ribcage.

"That Willie, he's sure missing out on something," Pam said, running an envious eye over Gina's body. "Wow, what I wouldn't give for a set of boobs like those!"

"And those legs!" Ellen added, looking down at her own shorter, thicker limbs. "Oh well, we can't have everything, I guess!"

"Stop it, you two," Gina said with an embarrassed laugh. "You're only trying to make me feel bad. And you know that no boy would ever run away from you two, either!"

She was right. Despite Pam's undersized breasts and Ellen's less-than-perfect legs, both girls were extremely attractive. Pam, a short blonde with a bouncy, vibrant air of good health, always had boys hanging around her, and Ellen, a tall blonde with superb breasts, had her pick of men in the city. Both of them were well aware of Gina's shyness, especially in matters pertaining to sea, and ribbed her unmercifully about her prudish ways.

They dashed into the pool, shrieking as the ice-cold water splashed against their naked flesh, and dived deep. Their bodies quickly adjusted to the abrupt change in temperature. After thoroughly soaking themselves and sponging off the dust and sweat of travel, they sprawled on the grassy bank beside the pool and let the sun dry their naked bodies. Gina felt drowsy in the brilliant sunlight and allowed herself to drift into a half-conscious state.

"Hey, I wonder if those guys really did turn off at Big Horn?" Pam said suddenly. "You know, if they didn't they're probably off in those bushes somewhere right now, getting their eyes full!"

"Oh!" Gina muttered, sitting up suddenly and clasping both hands to her breasts. "You don't actually think they're watching, do you?"

"So what if they are?" Ellen muttered drowsily. "If they're only interested in sitting off in the bushes and watching, I sure don't want to have anything to do with them!"

"Yeah, if they're out there they're harmless," Pam agreed. "Come on, Gina, I guess that cunt of yours is safe for a while longer!"

Gina blushed daintily at that jibe, but settled back on the grass. She parted her knees lightly, luxuriating in the way the warm sunlight bathed her most intimate flesh with golden warmth, and felt her heart slowing down to a normal beat. Just as she was on the point of losing grip on her consciousness she heard a rustling of tree branches.

"By God! They said this was Big Beaver National Forest," a masculine voice cried out, "but nobody ever told me we'd see real beavers! Or such good-looking ones! Man, get a load of those pelts there!"

"Wow, did they ever name this place right!" another voice chimed in.

Gina sat up quickly and whirled about to confront the strange voices. As she did so she saw that neither Pam nor Ellen had reacted so violently; they remained horizontal, though they twisted their heads around to look. They saw four young men, all laden with pack sacks and clad for high-country hiking.
Each of the four wore a pair of cut-off blue jeans, in addition to the. heavy boots and thick socks, but nothing else. All four were heavily bearded; they looked to be in their early twenties.

"Howdy!" one of them said, unbuckling his pack and dropping it to the ground. "I'm Charlie."

The other three also got out from under their packs and introduced themselves. They sat down to remove their boots and socks, then stood up to doff the cut-off jeans. Gina gasped with shock and averted her eyes when she saw that they were going to strip down entirely.

"I'm Pam and this is Ellen," Pam said. "That's Gina -- don't mind her, she's a little shy. We can recommend the water -- it's the greatest!"

"Yeah, that's one reason we came this way," Charlie said. "We had it in mind all along but when we saw that you hadn't turned up toward Big Horn we knew we had to check out the pool, Good thing we did, it looks like."

"Help yourselves," Ellen said, cooly running her eyes over their naked bodies. "It's all public property."

The three girls sat on the bank and watched the youths splash and shout in the water. Gina fidgeted nervously; it was plain that she was highly uncomfortable and more than a little worried.

"I'm going to get my clothes on," she said after a moment or two. "If only they'd all look the other way for a minute, so I could run!"

"Go ahead and do it now," Ellen told her. "But what's the rush? I don't suppose they're babes in the woods; I'll bet they've seen tits and ass before!"

"Sure. Stay here and give 'em a thrill," Pam added. "Bet they never saw much that could beat you!"

"You're impossible!" Gina whispered, trying to move behind her friends so as to conceal her nakedness. "How can you say such things?"

"Doesn't take much effort," Pam said with a happy shrug. "Man, look at that Charlie -- that cat's hung like nobody's business!"

"I was more taken with that Arnie," Ellen said, running her eyes over a thick-shouldered blond giant. "Oh, wow, to get my legs around that hunk of man! I bet he could go on forever!"

"What are you talking about!" Gina gasped. "Why, you're acting as though you were already in bed with them!"

"It might not be so far away," Ellen warned. "They've got to have been in the park for at least three days; it's that far to any road. And they probably haven't seen any more people than we have, so the chances are good that they'll be extra horny!"

"Trust Ellen to figure all the angles," Pam breathed. "But she's right, Gina; there are four of them and three of us. Maybe we'll get our fill for once!"

"I've already had my fill," Gina snapped, rising to her feet and preparing to run. "And I don't think it's a bit smart of you to talk that way!"

Ellen and Pam looked at each other in surprise after Gina had dashed back to the rock where she had stacked her clothes and pack.

"Hey, she's really uptight about it!" Pam marveled. "Gee, do you think she's for real? I thought she really got into screwing with Willie!"

"The way I heard it she didn't get far enough into it to suit Willie," Ellen replied. "He's a big one for head jobs, you know, and the story I heard was that they broke up because Gina wouldn't go down on him."

"Huh? Come on," Pam insisted, leveling her big blue eyes at her friend. "Everybody goes down on guys! Are you for real?"

"I mean it," Ellen insisted. "I didn't believe it at first but I got it straight from Willie himself! He swore that she wouldn't suck for anything! It really ticked him off too, because the way he told it, she's a real hot-ass. He swore that she'd fuck like a crazy woman, once he'd gotten her turned on, but that she wouldn't do anything else!"

"Well, if he's right then our Gina's going to be in for a long, cold evening," Pam whispered. "Because the way those dudes are looking us over I've got a feeling that they're not going to want to go on a nature hike!"

Charlie and Arnie, the two youths Pans and Ellen had especially marked for closer attention, came over to them and sat down. Like the girls, they casually ignored their nakedness.

"Are you two the winners or the losers?" Pam asked, fixing a bright gaze upon Charlie.

"Huh?" he said, taken aback at her abrupt question.

"I thought that's what you were doing over there," she said, allowing a wisp of a smile to crinkle her lips. "Playing a game to see which two would get to stay in the pool, or maybe be first to try us out!"

"Oh, that," Charlie said, looking down at his bare toes for a minute. "We're the winners!"

"Uh, what happened to your friend?" Arnie asked, twisting about and seeing no sign of Gina. "She playing hard to get or something?"

"It's no act," Ellen told him. "She's a little uptight about letting guys look at her birthday suit, that's all. Don't worry about it."

"Who's worrying?" Arnie asked, gathering Ellen into his arms and pressing her back against the grass. "Why worry when you can spend your time balling?"

"Mmmm!" Ellen whispered, opening her mouth and greeting his inquisitive tongue with her own.

Gina had retreated behind a thick fir tree to don her clothing and did so with haste. Peering through the branches of the tree, she caught a glimpse of Ellen being pressed back. Charlie and Pam were similarly engaged, except that Pam lay on her back with her knees spread wide, allowing the youth ample opportunity to investigate her pussy. He had delegated that task to his left hand, which dived between the girl's thighs and fell to work with a vengeance.

"My God, they're doing it!" Gina murmured to herself. "They're actually going to ball those guys right there in the open! And with that other pair watching them! Oohh, what have I gotten myself into!"

Even though she felt a deep surge of disgust when she saw how readily her friends accepted the youths, Gina could not move from behind the tree. She lifted her eyes off the lasciviously locked couples only to check on the two young men left in the pool; they were lathering themselves with a bar of soap and seemed not to notice the success enjoyed by their partners. In spite of her disdain, Gina could not help noticing that both the hikers in the pool were well endowed with sexual equipment. She had seen Willie's cock only occasionally -- on the rare times when they had made love in a lighted room -- and on those occasions she had been too dazed with lusty desire to be able to consider it on its own merits.

Charlie and Arnie were also generously endowed in the same area, as she could now see with ease. Ellen and Pam had both changed position and were now kneeling over their partners. Each was kissing and mouthing the cock closest to their lips, a feat which greatly distressed Gina. She had not been entirely certain that girls really did that to boys; the evidence that it was possible -- and, to judge from the groans of happiness the girls emitted, supremely delightful -- sent a chill of apprehension running over her body.

"Yeah, get it on!" Charlie muttered thickly as Pam's lips enclosed more and more of his distended prick. "Unuhh! Baby, you eat cock like it was candy! I can go on like this forever!"

"Turn around, honey, and feed me some pussy!" Arnie said excitedly. "If you can eat dick like that you deserve to have your cunt eaten out!"

Ellen obediently swiveled her body around to bring her loins directly above his waiting face, though she never relinquished her oral grasp of his cock for a moment. Gina was not close enough to see the details, though she could hear nearly everything the couples said, but it looked to her as though Arnie was as good as his word: he lifted his face and gave every indication of applying his lips to the hair fringed cleft resting at the apes of Ellen's thighs. Her groans of animated delight left little doubt that he was indeed devouring her pussy and probing deep with his tongue.

"Mmm, baby, I'd love to feed you some pussy too but this cunt of mine's hungry for cock!" Pam declared as she lifted herself into position above Charlie's long, thick cock. "I can't afford to pass up this treat!"

"There's lots of time," Charlie told her. "And it'll take awhile for you to wear this thing down. Besides, there's always Lou and Eddie out there in the pool they'll be glad to help out!"

"Man, am I ever glad you didn't decide to go to Big Horn!" Pam moaned as she guided his prick into place and lowered herself onto it. "Mmm, wow! Is that ever what I've been looking for! Man, it's been a drag these last few days, nothing but horny chicks to look at and nothing but a finger to fuck with!"

Gina again gasped with horror. She had been fairly certain that Pam had been up to something in her sleeping bag; the muffled sounds and furtive movements she had occasionally seen and heard had suggested an episode of masturbation, but she had not had the nerve to inquire and make sure. She was surprised, not so much at discovering that Pam had been masturbating, but at the free and open way the girl admitted her desires and her readiness to satisfy them herself. Gina had often had recourse to her own fingers as a way of dampening the fires that sometimes raged in the depths of her belly but she would never have been able to have admitted it to anyone, especially a member of the opposite sea.

This is too much, she thought as she stepped back from the fir and turned away from the exciting scene being worked out beside the pool. Oh, what have I gotten myself into! If I'd ever dreamed they would be like this, I'd never have left with them!

She decided to busy herself with preparations for making camp, since it was abundantly clear that they would not be hiking any further that day. Opening her pack, she brought out the compactly folded tent and, began staking it down. She had hardly gotten the nylon stretched out on the ground, however, when she stopped and knelt upright.

What am I doing this for? she thought. I can't just sit around while they have their little orgy. And those other two guys, what are they going to be doing, sitting around playing cards? Not likely!

Visions of rape and group orgies began flitting through the girl's excited mind. She remembered tales of gangbangs and immediately another, even more frightening vision popped into her mind: she saw herself being tied down and then raped by as succession of sturdily equipped young men. Her hyperactive imagination conjured up all sorts of variations on this theme; she even saw one of them kneeling over her face and forcing his cock, still wet with her cunt juices, into her mouth! The sight was enough to bring a sob of despair to her lips. She sprang to her feet and looked around wildly.

They won't do it to me! she said to herself, running over to her pack and shouldering it. Pam and Ellen might like that, but I'm not going to stay here and let them rape me!

With that, she walked away from the campsite. It was impossible, of course, to make a hasty retreat while carrying a forty-pound pack but she moved as quickly as possible. None of the frolickers by the pool noticed her exit. It was not until two hours later, after Ellen and Pam had each made love with two of the hikers, that they came back to the campsite and discovered that Gina had gone.

"How do you like that!" Ellen marveled. "Looks like she started setting up the tent and then split. Her pack's gone too!"

"That silly little bitch!" Pam snapped. "What did she think was going to happen? I'll bet she had ideas that all four of you guys were going to gangbang her at once! Sometimes she really gets weird ideas in that head of hers!"

"Ah, shit, we wouldn't force it on anybody," Charlie said. "Why make a chick spread when there's a couple of others around that like it so much? Especially a couple that's as good looking as you two?"

"Hey, that's the kind of talk I can dig!" Pam exclaimed. "Spoken like a true cocksman!"

She reached over and gave .Charlie's prick an affectionate squeeze.

"You think maybe we ought to try finding her?" Arnie asked, a note of concern in his voice. "This is pretty wild country, you know. Not many bears or stuff like that, but still it'd be easy to get lost."

"Oh, she's an experienced camper," Ellen said. "She's been walking in the mountains for a long time. If she wants to come back she'll be able to find the way. I don't think we have to worry about her."

"All right," Arnie said, curling an arm around Ellen's naked waist and running his hand over her lusciously curved buttocks. "You know her better than we do. What say we have another little hors d'oeuvre while Lou and Eddie fix the dinner? It's their night to cook anyway!"

"I don't see any reason to let good cock go to waste," Ellen replied, turning to him and rubbing her prominently nippled breasts into his hairy chest. "Gee, I don't think I'll ever get enough fucking and sucking!"



Chapter 2

Under ordinary circumstances Ellen's faith in Gina's ability to take care of herself in the wilds would have been amply justified. She did not take into consideration, however, the agitated state of the girl's mind -- a condition approaching panic. Furthermore, Gina's apprehensions about what might happen to her if she remained in the camp were intensified by another factor: by watching Ellen and Pam enjoying themselves with Arnie and Charlie she had succumbed to the sensual excitement crackling in the atmosphere and had herself become highly aroused. It was almost as if the rampant sensuality generated by the bawdy couples had reached out to strike a deadly blow at Gina's active little clitoris.

Oh, God, I wish I could stop a minute, she thought as she hurried down the trail. These shorts are killing me!

In her haste to shoulder her pack and get away she had not fastened the pack's waist strap properly. As a result the thick belt edged up her shorts until the crotch rubbed firmly into the lips of her pussy. Her clit, already highly agitated, responded readily to the pressure of the material and became even more aroused. Each step worked the thick cotton against her clitoris, and although the contact was decidedly not a sensual one, the effect had little real difference: Gina became more excited with every step she took.

After walking steadily for twenty minutes, heading along the trail in the direction she, Pam and Ellen had been taking, she paused for a moment to take stock of the situation. The thought of going back to the campsite never entered her mind; she thought only of getting away from her friends and their new lovers. There was no possibility of their tracking her, due to the nature of the trail -- granite shelving alternating with thick layers of pine needles -- but she wanted to make absolutely sure that she would not be found. Looking around the small valley in which she found herself, she noted a peculiarly shaped peak to the south of the trail.

That's the Sleeping Beauty, she thought, remembering her close examination of the map earlier in the day. And didn't I see a road going near it? Sure, it's a little track the rangers use for maintenance! I'll head that way; it'll be sure to get me out of here!

Without pausing to consult her map and make sure of her bearings, she turned off the trail and set a course due south, or as near it as she could manage. Her new course brought her directly across the grain of the terrain, which mostly consisted of a series of canyons and ridges running east and west, and thus she found it very hard going. She kept to her work, though, and by six o'clock had reached a point about six miles south of the main trail. Realizing that the sun would soon set -- the canyons were already swathed in deep shadow -- she halted beside a small stream and began preparing a quick meal. She had her own tiny stove, of course, and it was no trouble to prepare a small pot of soup enriched with dehydrated meat. By the time she had eaten from the tiny pot and cleaned it she was in almost complete darkness.

"This ought to do for the night," she mused aloud as she packed the stove away. "Nobody will ever find me down here!"

She took out her sleeping bag and spread it beneath a tree, then hung up her pack to keep it out of the way of inquisitive mice. Satisfied that she had tidied up the signs of her meal, she began undressing and preparing for her rest. There was a chill in the night air and she shivered as a breeze whipped across her nipples. Upon removing her shorts and panties -- she always slept nude when on the trail her nostrils were immediately assailed by a warm, musky, feminine scent and she realized, even more acutely, that her body was still highly aroused.

"Mmm, just about ruined those," she said as she felt of the damp crotch of her panties. "Maybe I'll have time to stop somewhere tomorrow or the next day and do my washing. Damn that Ellen and Pam ... who'd ever have thought that they'd be so horny? God, did they ever take to those guys!"

Gina slipped into the sleeping bag and zipped herself up snugly. The nylon bag felt very good against her naked flesh. Since the bag was cut on the mummy pattern she found it difficult to keep her hands from rubbing against her nipples, although the dark, stiff little cones were supremely sensitive. Without really thinking about what she was doing, her right hand slipped down over her belly and found the dark, furry bush crowning her love mound.

You might as well, she told herself. There won't be any sleep till you do it, you sluttish little cunt! Oohh, how can it be so bad and yet feel so good? Mmm, that's just right! Wow, Ellen and Pam didn't waste any time going down on those dudes -- and they seemed to love it, too! Wonder if they'd do it till the guys came? Probably -- they're bad enough that they've probably done everything a girl shouldn't do!

Torturing herself by remembering the sight of those stiff, thick cocks going into the mouths of her friends, Gina began working two fingers of her right hand into the mouth of her cunt. The opening, rimmed by a strong muscle, had the consistency of a hot, thick pudding; she moaned tenderly as her fingers spread it apart and penetrated. Her left hand now crept down to the same location and she began rubbing her clitoris, an inflamed nub of exquisite tenderness, with her left index finger. She closed her thighs tightly around her hands, forcing the fingers of her right hand ever further into the taut, moist opening, and began flexing her hips. By clenching them tightly she could elevate her loins slightly, intensifying the pressure from her fingers; by relaxing she lowered them as she gathered her strength for another squeeze. She lay on her back with her eyes closed; her breath became faster and shorter as her muscular contractions heightened the tensions in her body.

"Mmm! Oohh!" she muttered thickly. "Do it, do it, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Oohh, come! Come now! Unngghh! Fuckfuckfuck!"

Curiously enough, Gina found it no problem to use language of the most vulgar, abandoned sort when she was alone. In tact she had long ago discovered that muttering lewd, provocative phrases and words to herself had the power of heightening her sensual awareness and hastening the climax she sought. She would have been most reluctant, however, to have used these words and phrases in front of another person, especially a male; she had always been told that men looked down on women who had "dirty mouths" and this one lesson, at least, had made a strong impression on her.

"Oh, wow, it's out of sight!" she murmured, working her hips up and down even more rapidly. "Oohh, it's beautiful, it's too much! Cum, baby, cum! Mmm, fuck those fingers! Get it on!"

Suddenly she sucked in a deep breath; whimpered softly and stiffened every muscle in her lithe, youthful body. Soft, incoherent moans escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth; she arched her hips upward, pressing her throbbing pussy even more firmly into her waiting hands. Her entire weight rested on her shoulders and heels for several minutes until finally, limp and breathless, she sank softly back down onto the sleeping bag. Her hands fell limply to her side and she drifted off to sleep, satisfied at last.

Gina woke early the next morning, as was her habit when in the wilderness, and lost no time in fixing herself a hasty breakfast and getting under way. She nibbled on a packet of dried fruit throughout the morning, not stopping for lunch, and by mid afternoon had covered several miles. Unfortunately, most of the miles had been of the zig-zag variety and she could hardly tell that the Sleeping Beauty was any closer. By dropping frequently down into canyons and making detours, due to the presence of precipitous cliffs directly in front of her, she had nearly completely disoriented herself and had to resort to her compass frequently.

This isn't going to be as simple as I thought, she told herself when she unloaded for a short rest at about three o'clock. I didn't figure on the country being so rough and broken.

An experienced camper and hiker, Gina had enough confidence in her abilities to keep her composure. She knew, for example, that she had only to keep to her southerly line to come upon the maintenance road that would lead her to a paved road and a route out of the forest. There was plenty of food in her pack and no danger of a storm. There was also, she realized with a sinking sensation, several miles of extremely rough country ahead before she could possibly expect to find the maintenance road.

You won't get there sitting under a tree, she told herself as she rose to her feet and prepared for the last march of the day.

By the time the sun had set she had eaten her dinner, stowed away cooking gear and food, and had wearily settled into her sleeping bag. On this occasion she wasted no time in falling asleep immediately: the hard hiking of the day had sapped her strength and she was already half asleep when she began undressing for bed. By the time the sun had cleared the peaks to the east she was again plowing through the rock-infested canyons, still attempting to make her way south toward the rock leading to safety.

Shortly before noon she came upon a small pond. Though it lacked the picturesque waterfall which had graced the pool where they had been surprised by the four ardent young men, it was even more inviting to Gina, who was covered with sweat and dirt from her strenuous exertions. The pool lay before her eyes as soon as she had climbed out of a canyon; she took one look at it and began unloosening her pack.

"Oh, man, is that ever what I've been needing!" she muttered as her fingers flew up and down the buttons of her shirt. "A hundred miles from nowhere and nobody in sight!"

She lost no time in slipping out of her clothes and dashing into the pool. The water, little more than freshly melted snow, was bone-chilling but highly exhilarating. Gina splashed happily for fifteen minutes, then floated and paddled listlessly for several more minutes. By the time she was ready to pull herself from the water her flesh was almost blue with cold and her nipples had shrunk until they were no larger than the tip of her little finger. As she walked through the shallows to the grassy spot where she had left her clothes, she looked up and saw a sight that froze her into place.

"Good God!" the man standing before her exclaimed, dropping the towel he carried in his left hand. "Where in hell did you come from?"

Gina did not answer for a moment. The man was stark naked, except for a pair of sandals, and looked to be at least as surprised as herself. He had a thick brown beard, but through it she could see the astonishment on his face.

"I ... I hiked in from the north," she said. "I'm trying to get to a maintenance road just north of the Sleeping Beauty so ... so I can walk out to civilization."

"Hey, you're way off base," the man said. "That road's been closed off for over five years! I doubt if you'd even be able to see it now. I'm Pete Barnet, by the way; I'm a seasonal ranger. Got a little shack down the way there."

"I'm ... Gina Bellardi," she said, wryly reminding herself that she had never before introduced herself to a man under quite these conditions. "I hope you don't mind my using the pool."

"Huh? Of course not," Pete said. "It's big enough for both of us and more. You've had quite a hike, I suppose?"

"Uh, I cut off the trail up at the Big Horn cutoff," Gina said. "That was about two days ago."

"And you've covered all that distance in that short a time?" Pete asked, looking at her with a new respect. "Say, that's pretty good traveling!"

"Well, I wanted to get across that stretch as soon as I could."

"Yeah. It isn't the most scenic part of the forest," Pete agreed. "Hey, you want to use my towel? I don't see yours anywhere. Just let me jump in and rinse off for a minute and ... well, I don't know. Where are you going now? What's on your agenda?"

Gina and Pete crossed paths; she on her way to the towel he left on the grass and he moving into the water. His question brought her to a halt: only then did she begin to consider the implications of his remark about the maintenance road being closed. She knew that the forest could obscure, even hide, a rude track in only a few years. That being the case, she might not find the maintenance road such a good route out of the forest.

"I don't know what I'm going to do now," she confessed, drying herself off with the towel and holding it around her body as she edged her way toward her clothes. "From what you've said, that maintenance road might not be quite as good an idea as I'd thought. I mean, as a way of getting out to a main highway."

"You can believe that," Pete said, gasping as he splashed the cold water over his body. "I'd bet that you'd have trouble finding it, much less following it anywhere. Tell you what -- you can either walk out from here on the road down to the junction or, if you're fed up with hiking, you can sit it out here and ride all the way in to Jasper City."

"Jasper City?" Gina asked, looking up with surprise. "I could catch a bus there and be back in the city in a few hours!"

"See, every Friday a park ranger comes out to drop off my supplies for the neat week," Pete told her. "Today's Tuesday, so you could spend a couple or three days here and then ride in. Or you can hike out, whichever you like. You'd be welcome to stay, of course, except that there isn't a lot to do."

"Man, it would be great to get a ride all the way in," Gina said. "I don't know; let me think about it awhile, huh?"

"Sure, take all the time you want," he said. "That's the best part of being out here -- nobody'll ever hassle you about time. You can take all spring and summer to make up your mind if you've got food enough to last that long. The only reason I say that is because they only give me enough food for one."

"No, I've got plenty to eat," Gina replied.

Pete came out of the pool, seemingly ignorant of the fact that he was completely naked, and grabbed up the towel. Gina realized with a start that he was probably a nudist: his entire body, even around his hips, was nut brown, though his blue eyes suggested that he was not naturally dark. For the first time in her life she felt relatively at ease with a naked man: Pete exuded a trustworthy air and seemed to be interested in her more as a person than as an instrument of lust.

"Okay, why not walk down to the shack with me and we'll throw something together for lunch?" he suggested. "You can think it all over and make up your mind on a full stomach. That's always the best way to make decisions."

"All right, that's a deal," Gina agreed, darting a curious look at his prick as they set out down the dim trail.

"Don't worry, I'll put on some clothes now that I've got company," Pete said with a laugh. "As long as I'm up here by myself I've gotten into the habit of doing without clothes. I guess I'm just a hedonist at heart -- I like to feel the sun and wind on my bare hide. But I've got a shirt and a pair of jeans in the shack."

Gina said nothing but her mind turned anxious flip-flops. The man's prick, an uncircumcised length of meat equal to any she had ever seen, hung down like a gigantic, meaty arrow; the brown fur surrounding its base curled richly and crisply. Behind that lengthy, thick tube were suspended two balls at least as large as hen eggs; the entire equipment swung gently from side to side as they plodded along. Gina tried to force herself to think of other subjects but she could not rid her mind's eye of that unusual sight.

The calm, easy way in which Pete accepted his masculinity without blatantly parading it bothered her. Any of the other men she knew would have managed to suggest that they were nude in order to be ready to take her to bed; Pete's attitude suggested only that he found it more comfortable to be naked. As soon as they were in the shack, a neatly kept one-room cabin, he dug into a duffle bag and brought out a wrinkled pair of jeans and a battered shirt. He slipped into them quickly as he continued talking.

"Are you all alone up here?" Gina asked, seeing no sign of any other occupant.

"Sure, it's usually better that way," he said. "There isn't enough to do for more than one person. Considering most of the people I've seen, I'd rather be alone for all the company they are."

"Yeah, I can see what you mean," she said, thinking back to the scandalous way in which Pam and Ellen had exhibited themselves. "Gee, this might be a pretty good way to spend the summer."

"I haven't found anything like it," he said. "I can live up here for five months on almost nothing. The money I make is almost all pure savings and I live on it the rest of the year. I'm a painter, by the way, when I'm not a ranger. But I don't mix the two -- that's why you don't see much, sign of art work around here."

They decided that a package of Gina's soup, mixed together with a slab of beef which Pete produced, would make a tasty stew. Pete diced the beef while Gina prepared the soup, then she added the cubes of meat.

"It'll be ready in ten minutes or so," she said. "Or maybe a little longer if we want to let it simmer."

"Smells good already," Pete told her. "Hey, it's almost twelve -- time for me to check in. Hang on a minute."

He went over to a shelf and took down a small portable transceiver. Gina watched as he pulled out the antenna, depressed a switch and chanted into the mouthpiece. When he got no response he tried again.

"Sometimes it doesn't work so good inside," he told her, shaking the transceiver apologetically. "I'll take it outside and see if it works better."

"Go ahead, I'll check the stew," she replied.

She was dishing up their food when he returned. He had a faintly annoyed look on his face.

"That was headquarters," he said, replacing the transceiver on its shelf. "I'm supposed to check in every day at noon, just to let 'em know the trees are still here."

"And they didn't take very kindly to my being here," she guessed, motioning for him to sit down at the crude table. "Is that it? You're not allowed to entertain wandering hikers?"

"No, that's not it. In fact, I didn't even mention that you were here," he said, drawing up a crate and turning it into an impromptu chair. "The thing is, they think some bank robbers are loose in the forest somewhere."

"Bank robbers?" Gina exclaimed. "This is not a very good place to find a bank, I'd say!"

"No, they already found it. Seems they held up the bank in Two Rivers yesterday morning; that's a little burg fifty or sixty miles east of here. They shot the teller and somebody else on their way out."

"And they're hiding out here? In the forest?"

"Well, they're not sure. The cops found the car they used to split; it was parked off the highway over by Dilley Springs, out of gas. So either they had some more wheels stashed there -- not too likely, since the first car was out of gas, remember -- or they just ditched it and took out on foot. Either way there's a flock of cops out working the forest."

"Good heavens!" Gina exclaimed. "And they think the robbers might come here?"

"Oh, no, that's not very likely," Pete assured her. "Dilley Springs is, oh, fifteen or twenty miles from here and that's over some pretty rough country. No, what they wanted with me was to tell me to be careful when I'm out cruising the woods. All those cops out there, they might be ready to shoot anything that moves, so the guys at headquarters wanted me to watch it when I'm outside."

"Hey, that's wild!" Gina laughed. "They call you up but it's to tell you to watch out for cops, not bank robbers! Which one is supposed to be more dangerous?"

"Listen, they weren't fooling," Pete said, looking up anxiously. "These guys on the sheriff's outfit, they can get all cranked up and they just might blast away at anything they see. Hell, for a buck seventy-five an hour you don't get Dick Tracy!"

"Yeah, I can see that," Gina agreed.

"But this is liable to screw things up for you," Pete went on. "See, one of the robbers was a chick. Tall, brunette, pretty well-built, about twenty-five. See, if somebody didn't know better they might get you mixed up with her. So, if you were to go waltzing along that track, who knows?"

"Uh, that doesn't sound very good," Gina agreed. "It might be almost like going out during hunting season, right?"

"You know it! Look, if you want you can stay here till the heat's off. There's that bunk over there; you can have it if you want. Or you can sleep outside somewhere if you ... well, if you don't like it indoors."

"I can sleep outside," Gina quickly decided. "It wouldn't be right, throwing you out of your own house!"

"Come on, about half the time I sleep outside anyway," he said. "And don't think I'm doing you any favors by offering you the bunk -- when it rains this is like sleeping under a tree, the roof is that bad!"

"I'll still sleep outside," Gina insisted. "After all, I didn't come all the way out here to sleep inside!"

They finished their meal and cleaned up the dishes and cooking pot. Pete told her that he had to make a tour of one section of the forest assigned to him and invited her to accompany him.

"It'll be about a ten- or eleven-mile hike," he said. "Easy country and some great sights if you want to come along."

"You know, I believe I'll accept your guided tour," she said.



Chapter 3

The afternoon hike across Pete's portion of the Big Beaver National Forest proved to be highly educational. An expert woodsman, an enthusiastic ecologist and a knowledgeable, if amateur, geologist, he constantly pointed out features of the forest and landscape which Gina had never realized before. All the while he was talking steadily and seemed capable of walking at top speed and lecturing furiously for an entire day.

"Whew, you must really be in good shape!" Gina marveled when they finally stopped for a breather. "To keep up a pace like that and talk all the while, that's really something!"

"I know, I sometimes talk too much," he admitted with a rueful smile. "And then there are other times I don't talk at all, believe it or not. Put it down to having such a nice audience!"

"But you're not even breathing hard," she observed, deciding to pass over the compliment.

"Oh, this wasn't much," he assured her. "See, a lot of the time I run over my routes. It's a good way to keep down my weight and besides, I can get the work done faster and have more time to laze around and look at things I want to see."

Gina said nothing to that, though she nearly remarked that from what she had seen his efforts at keeping his weight down had been fantastically successful. She remembered seeing him nude; there had not been an ounce of superfluous weight on his tall, wide-shouldered body, she thought. At once she also remembered his prick, a memory which set off a vague flurry of feeling within her body.

Oh, you can't be thinking like that, she thought. He's thirty years old at least; he wouldn't be interested in you! And you certainly aren't interested in him -- you barely know him!

Nevertheless, she could not erase the image from her memory. Following him along the trail, she constantly watched his trim hips, tightly encased in the battered blue jeans, and found herself weaving fantasies around the man. These daydreams had only a semi-sexual content -- she seldom envisaged herself actually engaging in sexual activities with a man -- but even so she found that she was rapidly becoming excited. Throughout the rest of the afternoon her pussy remained at a low boil, as it were, and constantly reminded her of its presence.

You're getting as bad as Pam and Ellen, she told herself as they headed back to the cabin.

"We'll be back at the shack in a quarter of an hour," he said. "Plenty of time to think about dinner. Maybe even a turn in the pool. You can go first if you like."

"Huh?" Gina asked, having been deep in her own thoughts. "Oh, yeah. Say, I've got some things to wash out -- why don't you go ahead while I do my laundry? It won't take but a little while."

"Whatever you say," Pete agreed.

When they reached the cabin Pete doffed his shirt, picked up his towel -- he had only one, it appeared -- and set out for the pool. Gina gathered up her socks, panties and other articles of clothing while she heated a pot of water. After reflecting for a moment, she stripped naked and added the clothes she had been wearing to the small pile. Pete's discarded shirt was big enough to come halfway to her knees and she slipped into it for the time being. The shirt was still warm from his body and when she realized that her nipples were rubbing against the spot where his own broad, hairy chest had rested only moments ago, she again felt a tremor of desire pulsing out from her pussy.

What a silly you are! she told herself as she laid out soap and a pan for the washing. Letting a little thing like that affect you this way!

Nevertheless, she found that her body was more insistent than her conscience. She received another stimulating shock when she bent over the pile of clothes she intended washing; the panties she had discarded still had the warm, cunty smell of feminine excitement and reminded her of her own basic hungers.

At least they don't smell as bad as Pam's and Ellen's, I'll bet, she mused. Mmm, remember that smell you used to have when you'd wake up in the morning after a long night with Willie? Oohh, what a sexy odor that was -- so strong and virile!

This memory assailed her senses with an even stronger gust of emotion. In spite of her warnings to herself, she could not prevent her right hand from slipping inside the front of the shirt and darting toward the apex of her thighs. The probing finger found the tip of her clitoris; the first contact brought a gasp of surprised delight to her lips. She hesitated a moment but then pressed her hand further between her thighs and grasped the lips of her pussy between her thumb and forefinger. After rubbing the tender, hypersensitive folds of flesh together for a moment, she capitulated to her desires.

Oohh, what a bitch you are! she thought as she leaned against the wall of the shack and brought her left hand down to her pussy. Mmm, always ready for this, aren't you? Ahhh, so alive with feeling, so tender and warm!

Again she pried open the mouth of her cunt with both index fingers. The orifice parted reluctantly but joyously; her fingers worked deeper and her thumbs closed upon her clitoris. Gina hesitated a moment and then began working her hips back and forth, almost as if she were facing a man and had his cock rammed deep into her womb.

A standing fuck! she thought. Damn, I want to do it standing up with a guy! Just like this, with his cock spearing up into me!

The thought excited her greatly and brought her measurably closer to the climax she sought. Her active imagination pictured Pete standing before her, now endowed with an erection of outstanding proportions; she tried to feel his chest pressing against her nipples and .his prick sliding into her cunt.

"Unngghh! Fuck!" she muttered hoarsely. "Now fuck, damn you, fuck it out! Mmm, cum, make it cum! Cum!"

After a moment of furious activity she felt every muscle in her midsection suddenly knot up into a tight, tingling ball. Recognizing the prelude to orgasm, she clenched her hips and thighs and fucked her fingers even more furiously. When the explosion burst within her loins she cried out weakly and trembled heavily. She pressed forward, holding her hands tightly against her pussy until the climactic seizure had passed. Then she dropped her hands down and slumped back against the wall.

Gina always fell into a mildly depressed state after having masturbated, and this time was no exception. The knowledge that she could be so easily swayed by a part of her nature that she had been taught to believe evil and "unladylike," to use her mother's favorite expression, never failed to excite stern reprimands from her conscience and exhortations to do better in the future. After berating herself for a moment and promising that she would exert every effort to exercise a more complete control over her turbulent emotions, she levered herself away from the wall and went over to the pot of water. Finding that it was boiling, she poured a portion of it into the pan, adding some cold water, and began doing her laundry.

When Pete returned from the pool she had strung up a line across the shack's porch and was draping the last garment across it. She apologized for appropriating his shirt and was told that it was hers as long as she cared to wear it.

"You look better in it than I do," he said with a shy laugh. "Go on and enjoy the pool. I'll look around and see what's available for dinner."

Gina walked up the dim path leading to the pool, stripped and bathed. She squatted in the shallow creek formed by the pool's overflow and soaped her body thoroughly, rinsed and went back for another swim. After fifteen minutes in the water her flesh was nearly blue but she felt immaculately clean. Upon returning to the cabin she found that Pete had already started a meal. They ate heartily, talked while they cleaned up the dishes, and then sat on the shack's porch until the sun was almost down.

"I think I'll take that tree over there," Gina said, pointing to a tremendous fir only a few yards from the cabin. "That looks like the best spot around for a good night's sleep."

She got out her sleeping bag and a ground sheet, arranged her bed and was snugly zipped up in her sleeping bag by the time the sun had disappeared. Pete remained on the porch for a while longer; they exchanged a few words in the darkness but then Gina dropped off to sleep and knew no more. Pete had a lantern in the shack but seldom used it; as he said, he had little use for light and found it more convenient to use the sun when it was available.

Gina slept late the next ,morning, waking at about seven-thirty. The sun was well over the peaks to the east and she could hear Pete bustling about in the cabin. She lay there for a moment, luxuriating in the crisp morning air, and then crawled out of her sleeping bag. She moved quickly, fearing that Pete might look out of the shack at any moment arid find her naked, and reached for her clothing.

"That's okay," a gruff, rasping voice told her. "You ain't gonna need them clothes, girlie."

Gina moaned with surprise and whirled to face the speaker, grabbing up her shirt as she did so and gathering them up before her. She saw a dirty, ragged creature, stubble faced and ugly, standing before her. The man held a small black pistol and it was aimed straight at her. He grinned, an expression which betrayed absolutely no humor, and pocketed the pistol.

"Come on," he said. "We're having a little meeting inside and you're invited. Matter of fact, you're gonna be the guest of honor, maybe! Drop them clothes, girlie; don't mess around with me or I'll bust your stupid face!"

"But ... but I don't have anything on!" she whispered, clutching the clothes all the harder. "You don't understand, I don't ... oww!"

The man had jumped forward, moving as quickly as a striking rattler, and had backhanded her across the cheek. Her ears rang and her eyes watered as he ripped the clothing from her hands and tossed it aside.

"Kiss my ass, them's a great set of knockers you got there!" he exclaimed. "Shit, no sense in hiding tits like them! Come on, damn you, get your ass in that cabin or I'll loosen some teeth for you!"

Gina forced back the sob that threatened to burst from her throat and began walking toward the cabin. For a moment she hoped that Pete would have seen the man and be prepared to leap upon them as they entered but she quickly saw that this would not be possible. As they stepped through the doorway she saw him backed against the far wall; a burly, evil-looking man stood in front of him with another pistol at the ready.

"I got that chick here, Eddie," the man behind her said. "And some kind of babe she is too!"

"I'll check her out in a minute," the other man replied. "Here, Sandy, hold the iron on this dude while I tie him up -- he looks like he might want to start playing hero."

Pete did indeed have that role in mind. When the man handed his pistol to Sandy, a tall, extremely busty blonde with very short hair, Pete leaped away from the wall and attempted to throttle his captor. The man called Eddie was waiting for this: using the pistol, which he had never released, he swung it in a backhanded arc that brought the barrel squarely against Pete's temple. He fell to the floor and lay there silently.

"I was hoping he'd try something like that," Eddie growled. "It'll be easier to tie him up this way anyway."

He pocketed his pistol and took down a length of cord from a nail in the wall. In less than a minute he had pulled Pete's hands behind his back and had wrapped them with cord, fastening the ends with a sturdy knot.

"Shit, why didn't you just waste him?" the blonde complained. "A piece of lead in the gut, that'd take a lot of the piss 'n vinegar outta him!"

"You stupid bitch, that all you can think about?" Eddie grunted, not even looking at the woman. "You think a piece of lead can fix everything, huh? Like that old biddy you wasted back at the bank?"

"Hell, she seen us!" the blonde whined. "You want them cops gettin' a description of us?"

"How do you know they ain't got one already?" Eddie rasped. "To go along with the murder rap they got now?"

"Shit, don't blame it all on me!" the blonde snapped, dropping her apologetic air. "You're the one that burned that guard, don't forget!"

"So all right, shut up about it, hear?"

Gina had been left out of the conversation and she took advantage of the opportunity to examine the group who had invaded the cabin. There were two men and while she would have ordinarily been hard pressed to decide which was the more repulsive, Eddies casual blow to Pete's head had earned him that honor in her estimation. The man at her side was certainly no better looking, though he did not have the rubbery paunch that swelled out Eddie's front, but he had a cold, cruel look in his eyes which suggested that he could be quite as vicious if given the slightest opportunity. The blonde, Sandy, wore an absurdly tight pair of hip huggers and a halter top. She had a cheap, sleazy look about her, notwithstanding the generous proportions of her breasts, and she too looked as though she had been dragged through a brushpile. There was one other woman, a tiny, elflike creature with long, jet black hair and a distinctly Latin look about her. She had a cute, childlike face but the eyes were weary and bloodshot, as though she had been looking at the world's corruption far too long.

"You're the people who held up that bank yesterday or whenever it was," Gina suddenly said. "You killed two people in doing it!"

"That's right, girlie, Eddie Felton's the name. This blond babe here, that's Sandy and that's Joey Gee there behind you. The spic chick there, she's Chato, she says."

"You got a name?" Joey asked, prodding her in the ribs with a finger and making her jump with surprise.

"Gina. Gina Bellardi."

"Uh, a wop? Hey, that's okay," Eddie beamed. "I always dug wop chicks. You got the makings for some spaghetti 'n meatballs?"

"No," Gina replied. "How about Pete? His face looks bad."

Eddie turned to the prostrate man; a trickle of blood ran down his cheek from a cut on the temple.

"Fix him if you want, I don't care," he said with a shrug. "You a nurse or something?"

"No, I just don't like to see people hurt," Gina replied.

"Hey, that's a laugh," Sandy sneered as the girl went over to the water bucket and dipped a cloth into it. "How come you're all worked up about that cat? He been banging you?"

"Certainly not!" Gina snapped. "He's ... just a friend, that's all."

"Sweet Jesus, what does it take to get between them legs of yours?" the big blonde asked. "A goddamned wedding license?"

"I don't sleep with every man I see," Gina muttered, leaving little doubt of her doubts about Sandy's selectivity or lack of it.

"Eddie, we oughtta learn that bitch some manners," Sandy grumbled. "Or maybe just waste her now. Christ, I don't wanna stay here long enough to learn her nothing! How long you reckon we gotta stay here in this dump?"

"Till the fucking heat wears down a little," Eddie told her. "You dumb ass, you wanna go traipsing around out there and let the fuzz pick you off? Go ahead! Just forget where you left us, huh?"

"Wake up, Sandy, didn't you see them helicopters buzzing around?" Joey added. "Holy shit, they must have the fucking army out!".

"All that for a lousy five-thousand bucks," Eddie said, sniggering when Gina looked up with surprise. "Yeah, that's all we got outta that dump, girlie, five fucking thousand. And then that old guard decided he wanted to be a hero and I had to waste him and this weirdo bitch here, she blows the head off an old biddy walking outside the goddamned bank. Jesus, what a fucked up operation that was!"
"I ... I'd heard that the woman was a brunette," Gina observed, having stanched the flow of blood from Pete's head.

"Sweet fucking Christ, didn't you never hear of a wig?" Sandy asked, directing a scornful look at the girl. "Shit, you put on a wig and some shades to hide your eyes and nobody could tell you from anybody else."

"Like hell," Joey said with a leering grin. "How many other chicks are stacked like you, baby?"

"Not many and you better fucking well know it!" Sandy crowed happily.

"Ooohh!" Pete moaned.

He tried to sit up and Gina pressed him back to the floor.

"Just lie there," she advised. "You've taken a hard knock; take it easy for a while."

"No, I feel pretty good," he said, opening his eyes and looked around. "Ah, it's them! They came in one me this morning; before I could do a thing I was looking at a couple of pistols."
"That's all right," Gina told him. "They're used to this sort of thing, it looks like."

"You better believe that," Sandy chimed in. "Shit, I was turning tricks when I was fourteen! You know who was the first guy that gave me a ten for sucking his cock? The goddamned principal in my junior high school, that's who! And you better believe that you didn't carry bread around that damned place without being ready to fight for it!"

"Okay, okay, we all know you had an underprivileged childhood," Eddie sneered. "Spare us the tears and crap, huh? Now look, let's get some things straightened out right away and maybe it'll save us all some sweat."

He pulled a cigar from the breast pocket of his jacket and stuffed it into his thin-lipped mouth. His eyes roamed over Gina's lusciously curved nakedness before he resumed his speech.

"The first thing," he said to Pete, "is you. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Pete hesitated a moment and then gave him his name, along with a short description of his job. Felton then asked about Gina and Pete told how she had materialized out of the wilderness. Gina added that she had left some of her friends far to the north and had struck out across country on her own. Felton digested the information for a moment and nodded slowly.

"All right, ranger, when do you get together with your buddies?" he asked. "They don't leave you here alone all summer, do they?"

Pete again hesitated but then he explained how he had to call in to headquarters at noon every day. Felton went over to the transceiver, picked it up, and glared at it for a moment as if he expected the instrument to give him away at any moment.

"Bust the shitty thing!" Sandy urged. "Christ, them creeps'll be listening in on us and calling up and who knows what all!"

"Shut your mouth," Eddie told her. "They can't listen to us without somebody here pushing one of these buttons. What's the matter with you, don't you know nothing but shooting and fucking? And what's gonna happen if they call up and don't get no answer, huh? They'll just blast up here and see what's wrong, right? So we don't bust the little gadget -- we let it be and when it's time the ranger boy here can work it. And he'll work it right because I'm letting him in on a little secret right now -- the first time I see a cop anywhere around here I'm gonna put a slug right in the middle of his girlfriend's belly! I'll put it where she'll take a long time kicking off and I don't think he'd want that to happen!" .

Gina felt a cold finger run up and down her spine when she heard Eddie's threat. Even though she had never seen him before she instinctively believed that he would shoot her as casually as hr would squash a fly.

"He's probably serious," Pete told her. "So you'd better not try anything risky."

"You know it," Eddie promised. "Now what about the rest of it? You gotta get food and stuff up here; how about that?"

Pete explained how a ranger brought a week's supplies up every Friday in a pickup. Felton's piglike eyes sharpened at that, seeing a way out of the dilemma confronting them.

"Shit, a pickup!" he chortled. "Yeah! So we'll just help ourselves to that pickup and split! Or if the heat's still on we'll just hide out and let another week go by -- then we'll cut outta this place!"

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Sandy groaned. "Another fucking week in this goddamned hole!"

"Better than a lot longer in jail," Felton grunted.

"Hey, where you going?" Joey asked as Gina moved toward the door.

"I thought I'd get some clothes on," the girl said. "Do you mind?"

"Hell yes, I mind!" he snapped. "I think you look a lot better like this so you just forget about them clothes!"

The surprise of waking up to find herself being confronted by a pistol, together with the shock of meeting the other robbers and witnessing Felton's inhuman treatment of Pete, had been enough to take her mind off her own condition. That initial reaction had worn off, however, and now she felt extremely uncomfortable. When Joey forbade her to dress she felt a sinking sensation, as though her heart had dropped a good two feet.

"B-but I don't have anything on!" she protested weakly.

"Yeah, I got eyes," Joey told her. "You stay right here with the rest of us. You don't need no clothes on."

"Hey, she don't need no clothes never, huh?" Chato asked, breaking her silence for the first time. "Boobs like that, it'd be a crime to cover 'em up!"

The girl had a slight accent, though Gina could not have said whether it was Mexican, Puerto Rican or something else.

"Yeah, that's a nice hunk of meat," Sandy murmured, coming over to Gina and running an appreciative eye over her body. "Hey, how come you were out under that tree and your boyfriend was in here when we found this place this morning? What's wrong with him? He a fag or something?"

"I told you, we're just friends," Gina muttered tensely. "He ... he didn't want me and I didn't want him!"

"Yeah, that's close," Sandy sneered. "With knockers like them and a snatch like what you got, honey, if he didn't want to dip his wick in you then he's a faggot!"

"Well, at least he didn't say anything about it," Gina sniffed. "As I told you before, I don't sleep with every man I see!"

"Oh, wipe my ass with silk!" Sandy chortled. "Ain't we so fucking high 'n mighty! Huh, maybe this dude's lacking something -- guess of Sandy'd better have herself a little peek just to check the situation out."

She stalked over to Pete, who was still stretched out on the floor, and squatted beside him. He drew up a knee but slowly stretched his leg out again when she clenched a fist and threatened to drive it into his groin.

"Yeah, it looks like you might have some balls," she grinned when her threat succeeded. "And you're right, ranger boy, I'd rattle 'em good for you if you tried kicking me! I like balls but I'll fracture yours if you mess with me!"

She unfastened the front of his blue jeans and tugged them down over his hips. As soon as she saw the generously proportioned prick she grinned even wider and looked up at Chato.

"Hey, baby, look at the fresh meat!" she said. "Ain't that something? Now right there's a cock that's got possibilities! Yeah, I bet that could grow into something real interesting!"

"Far out," Chato agreed. "Hey, maybe it's the chick -- maybe something's wrong with her!"

Sandy rose to her feet and looked quizzically at Gina for a moment. The girl shrank back from the hard, knowing look but Joey's presence kept her from moving too far.

"We better tie you up too," Sandy said, taking down some more cord from a nail and coming toward her. "You know, just so's we don't have to spend all our time watching you."

Gina strongly feared that the woman had other motives in mind as well, but she could see no alternative to allowing herself to be tied up. Sandy herded her over to the bunk, forced her to lie down, and fastened her wrists to the sturdy posts at the head of the bunk. After satisfying herself that the knots were secure and that the girl's wrists were firmly held, she stood up and looked down at the helpless victim.

"Okay, that oughta take care of you," she said. "Now we'll just see if there's something wrong with you, dearie!"

With that, she attempted to shove her right hand between Gina's thighs. The girl instinctively closed them, clamping them so tightly that Sandy could not force her fingers between them. Chuckling with delight, she balled her right hand into a fist and delivered a crushing blow to Gina's solar plexus. The girl gasped aloud, almost nauseated by the vicious blow, and relaxed her legs. Sandy ignored her agony and thrust her hand between the limp thighs.

"Shit, ain't nothing wrong with that snatch," she said, withdrawing her hand after having plunged her middle finger deep into the girl's cunt. "That's first class cunt, that is! Not even a cherry! Come on, honey, you been giving it to somebody, why not let old buddy boy over there have a little of that nookie? A cock like his, it'd make that little buzzer of yours stand up and whistle!"

"Can't you get it through your thick head that she doesn't screw everything in sight?" Pete snapped, twisting around and writhing helplessly.

"Who pulled your string?" Sandy asked, turning back and fixing a contemptuous look on him. "Say, I don't dig this scene at all. You ain't a bad looking sort, especially if you shaved off that womb broom, so what's with the big act here? How come you two ain't been ruffling the sheets?"

"Hell, maybe they're some kind of religious nuts," Joe suggested. "You know, like them monks and nuns you read about in grade school?"

"Religious nuts? They're the worst kind!" Sandy snorted derisively. "I seen them creeps in action -- they're praising Jesus with their mouth and copping feels with both hands! And horny? Some of them cats would fuck anything that had a hole in it!"

"Let it go for a while," Felton ordered. "We got a lot of time and we can check it all out later on. Right now, Chato, why don't you get over there and put your ass to work making us some food? Man, I could eat a horse!"

Felton's order -- it was decidedly not a request or suggestion -- brought agreement from both Joey and Sandy. Chato obediently went over to the small camp stove Pete had set up and got to work. Within a short time she had put together a meal which, if it did not arouse her companions' enthusiasm, at least quickly disappeared into their mouths. Pete and Gina lay quietly in their places, completely ignored by the robbers. Pete tried a few surreptitious wiggles, testing the strength of the cords and knots holding his wrists; he found that he had been tied very securely indeed.

"Not bad for a spic," Felton grunted, pushing away his empty plate and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, honey, you keep hanging in there and you might be worth something after all. Worth something besides just being a good fuck, I mean!"

Chato said nothing to that; evidently she was accustomed to Felton's semi-derisive remarks.

"I'm still curious about that dude," Sandy remarked, turning slightly and looking down at Pete. "Chato, why don't you clean up these dishes and things and then you 'n me can check him out? We'll just see what makes the ranger tick!"

Gina shuddered when she heard that remark. She was not certain what the big blonde had in mind for Pete but she knew that it would be nothing good. It was clear that none of them had the slightest regard for her or Pete and she could well believe that they would both be dead within a very short time. If only they could hang on until Friday, she thought, the ranger bringing the week's supplies to Pete might somehow be able to rescue them from the perilous situation facing them. Even that was not much of a hope, she had to admit; after all, what could one man do against two? And especially when those two were supported by a hard, vicious, cruel creature like Sandy? Try as she would, Gina could not see a great deal of hope in her future.



Chapter 4

Sandy waited impatiently as Chato washed the dishes and pots they had used for their breakfast. She made no attempt to assist the girl, nor did either Joey or Felton make any gestures toward helping. Sandy kept her eyes alternating between Gina and Pete; both of them were intensely aware of her calculating gaze. Felton and Joey smoked and discussed their future plans in a low voice which Gina could not overhear.

"All through?" Sandy asked when Chato left the pots and dishes. "Yeah, good job, honey. Damn, I'm starting to be glad we picked you up! It's nice, having a chick around to do all the shit work! Come on, kid, let's see what the ranger boy has to offer us. Here, get them jeans off him -- we want him bare assed!"

Pete would not assist them in stripping off his jeans so Sandy reached into the pocket of her hiphuggers and brought out a wicked-looking switchblade. Flicking it open and exposing a glittering blade, she leaned over him and prepared to rip the jeans open.

"Sure hope you don't try to move real quick," she muttered with a dry chuckle. "I'd hate to make a soprano outta you before your time! Ahh, there we go, just rip 'em off the rest of the way!"

Working together, they quickly divested Pete of his jeans. When he writhed about on the floor of the shack, Sandy snarled angrily.

"Sonofabitch, you'd think we was trying to kill you!" she grunted. "Okay, if you wanna be that way we got the medicine for you, you stuck-up cuntlapper!"

She found another length of cord, sliced it in two, and directed Chato to tie one of his ankles to the corner post of the bunk.

"I'll tie the other one to this crate of junk," she muttered. "Yeah, that's good enough to hold him. Now let's see you get outta that, damn your bushy face! You keep on acting up like this and I'm gonna pinch you right in the middle of that beard of yours!"

"Oh, wow, that's put him down!" Chato giggled.

"Can't never tell, might bring him up," Sandy corrected her. "Hell, I knew this freak in Minnesota, he really dug it! Yeah, it really got his balls to boiling for me to squat over him and kiss and pinch him! What the hell, he was willing to pay fifty bucks a shot for it. Easiest money I ever made!"

"This guy, he wouldn't dig that," Chato predicted. "Wow, lookit the balls on him! Man, you just know them nuts has gotta be loaded with hot juice!"

"Yeah, and dig the cock," Sandy agreed, reaching out to fondle it. "You're down now, old prick, but Chato 'n me, we're gonna bring you up like nobody's business!"

With that, she rose to her feet and tugged off the halter top masking her breasts. She flung the garment aside and preened herself, rubbing her palms over her large crimson nipples and cupping them under the huge mounds so that they jutted out even more prominently.

"What're you looking at?" she asked, noticing that Gina's eyes were on her breasts. "Hey, you one of them gay girls? You wanna lick my titties? Maybe you're one of them muff divers I heard about -- wanna eat my pussy? Shit, I don't care, honey; I'd as soon feed it to you as to anybody else!"

"Good God no!" Gina gasped, averting her eyes and shuddering with disgust. "Don't even mention such things!"

Sandy hooked her thumbs into the elastic ribbing at the top of her hiphuggers and pulled them down. Gina could not avoid looking: at first she stared curiously but then, seeing something which attracted her attention, her eyes narrowed with greater interest. Sandy had a cord, evidently a piece of plastic clothesline, knotted about her hips in a highly unusual way. The piece of white cord circled her waist completely; a second piece, knotted to it in front and rear, dipped down between her full, fleshy thighs. Noting the girl's look of interest, Sandy laughed and came closer to her.

"Just a little gadget I fixed up some years ago," she said, lifting one foot and placing it on the edge of the bunk in such a way that she opened her thighs almost completely. "See what it's good for.”

Although she felt a deep sense of disgust at herself for betraying an interest in anything about the woman, especially something that gave every indication of being obscene, Gina could not help looking more closely. She saw that the piece of cord running between Sandy's thighs had been knotted in the middle; the knot, a mass of loops and turns the size of a walnut, was positioned so that it rested squarely between the lips of her pussy.

"It's a little reminder," Sandy added after a moment. "Just a way of keeping the kettle on a low boil, you might say. See, I had this old geezer who was paying my rent a few years ago -- he figured it out and paid me extra to keep it on almost all the time. Every time he gave me a feel, see, and found it there he slipped me an extra five! Feels pretty good most of the time -- sort of like having your own cock shoved up your cunt all the time!"

"Incredible!" Gina gasped, appalled at the woman's blatant sensuality. "I wouldn't have believed that anyone could be so depraved!"

"You got a lot to learn," Sandy sneered, unfastening the cord and pulling it from between her thighs. "Here, have a sniff of the knot -- maybe it'll tell you something about what a nice hot cunt's like!"

Giggling with sadistic glee, Sandy draped the cord over Gina's face. The girl frantically moved her head from side to side in an effort to escape the filthy thing but could not; Sandy crowed happily as she dragged the knot over Gina's tightly compressed lips.

"Yeah, open up and have a bite!" she chortled. "See if you wanna get yourself a mouthful of ol' Sandy's snatch! Don't want it? Okay by me, kid; maybe we'll check you out later on!"

With that, she tossed the cord aside with a careless gesture. She turned back to Pete and, seeing that Chato still wore the blue jeans and sweatshirt which fitted her so poorly, ordered the girl to strip.

"Shit, we'll both of us work on that creep!" she muttered, going over to Pete and kneeling beside him. "You can't never tell, he might be the sort that can't get it up till a couple of chicks grab hold of him!"

"Yeah, or maybe even three!" Chato added, quickly slipping out of her clothes. "Hey, wow, what if you 'n me 'n the chick, all three of us, got on him and started screwing around? Bet he never balled three chicks at once before!"

"He could have," Sandy muttered, fondling his cock with her fingers and grinning with pleasure. "Man, it won't take long to get this rod worked up, he's already getting a little hard! Get down there, Chato, and suck him up a little -- give him some head and see if that don't bring him up!"

Gina squirmed and wriggled against the ropes holding her down but could make no headway against them. Chato proved to have an exciting little body, she could not help noticing; the Latin looks went nicely with the small but apparently extra-firm breasts mounted atop her bony ribs. She moved quickly to obey Sandy's order and bent down to take the tip of Pete's prick in her mouth. Though she would ordinarily have hidden her eyes in shame, Gina could not avoid watching the girl's fingers peel back the loose foreskin covering the cock's head. Exposing the lavender-hued tip, she then took it in her mouth and began sucking strenuously.

"Yeah, that little honey sure likes to eat dick!" Sandy murmured, turning slightly and darting a look at Gina. "You feeling a little jealous, honey? It get you upset, watching that little bitch eat your ranger boy? Just stay put, honey, you ain't seen nothing yet! Me 'n Chato, we're gonna fuck and suck him till there ain't nothing left but a hollow shell!"

"What earthly good does this do you?" Gina demanded, trying to twist free and failing. "You're shameless, absolutely shameless!"

"Shit, we're just trying to make the most out of a good thing," Sandy replied. "You getting a little horny too? I bet of Joey there'd be' glad to drill out that cunt of yours for you! Shit, he's got a whang on him that's as long as that of whore's dream you keep hearing about!"

"Ugghh! What a filthy thought!" Gina stormed.

Joey paid no attention to Sandy's suggestion. He and Felton were still deep in their conversation and seemed not even to notice that there were other people in the room.

"Hey, wow, lookit what I raised up!" Chato murmured, lifting her head off Pete's body and looking down with undisguised satisfaction. "Ain't he something else? Now that's a cuntful of cock if I ever saw it.

She had brought about a tremendous change in Pete's cock. It now swelled out proudly, a magnificent shaft topped by a big purple head. Gina's flesh shivered with vague feelings of sensuality when she saw the full dimensions of his prick -- it was easily the largest she had ever seen.

"Yeah, that's good work," Sandy muttered as she crouched over his loins and aimed the stiff rod up into the lips of her pussy. "Mmm, it's like it was made out of fire! Oohh, ranger boy, am I ever gonna groove on this!"

"Work it in!" Chato purred, stepping back and reaching between her own thighs to drive two fingers deep into her cunt. "Yeah, work it in, Sandy, and make him cum!"

"Shit, I don't care if the bastard ever pops his nuts or not!" Sandy scoffed. "I'm just gonna ride him till I feel my guts melting 'n running out my cunt! If he wants to shoot off, let him -- I don't care!"

She assumed a kneeling posture, still retaining her cuntal grip upon Pete's thick cock, and began fingering herself. Gina's eyes, wide with awe, followed the woman's every move, even though her mind rebelled at what she was seeing. Although the sight disgusted her, she could not force herself to look away. By using her finger to stimulate her clitoris and moving her hips in a slow, circular grind, Sandy was able to bring herself to a quick climax. Even Gina could tell that the sensual crescendo was approaching; the woman's face became distorted with passion and her cries mounted in intensity as she fucked herself faster and faster.

"Uhh! Oohh! Anngghh!" she grunted. "Screw it! Fuck it! Oohh!"

She hung in place above him, quivering with delight until even her huge breasts jigged up and down in time with her movements. After a moment she shook her head, blinked, and sighed heavily.

"Yeah, that's what cocks were made for!" she muttered as she lurched off Pete's body. "Mmm, was that ever a nice cum!"

"Can I do him now, Sandy? Huh? Lemme do him," Chato asked, kneeling beside Pete and looking over at the woman with a pleading expression on her pretty face.

"Huh? Yeah, you can suck him," Sandy whispered, waving her hand. "You wanna blow him, blow him, I don't care!"

Chato leaned forward and took Pete's cock into her mouth. Although the prick glistened brightly with the cunt juice Sandy's orgasm had left on it, the girl paid it no heed. Her mouth closed hungrily upon the bulging, swollen tip of his prick, Gina's heart skipped a beat when she saw this; she knew that the cock would reek of cunt and that Sandy's hole was undoubtedly as filthy and corrupt as the rest of her. Chato, however, seemed to relish the treat she had been given.

"My God, there's no limit to your depravity!" Gina whispered as she watched the girl devour Pete's cock.

"Huh? Oh, Chato," Sandy grunted, rousing herself at the girl's remark. "Yeah, she's a little wild about eating cock. She'll suck dicks all day long if you let her. And cum? She'll eat more cum than anybody in town!"

"Is she sick?" Gina asked, hardly aware of what she was saying.

"Sick? Don't guess," Sandy said with an indifferent shrug. "What do you mean, sick? Just because she likes to give blowjobs, she's gotta be sick? Geez, what kinda creep are you, anyway? Christ, didn't you never suck a guy off? I never heard of such a lunkhead!"

Gina did not answer. Slowly she was coming to the conclusion that Sandy was hardly human, or perhaps from so different a segment of society that they barely shared the same language.

"Mmm! Gllbb!" Chato moaned, working her mouth frantically around Pete's cock. "Mmmm!"

She had grasped a portion of the thick shaft with her tiny fist, seizing the few inches that were not in her mouth. Gina marveled at her ability to cram the prick into her lips; surely the head of his cock must be halfway down her throat, she thought. Chato's grasping fist worked up and down the shaft of the prick with lightning speed. She began alternating movements, occasionally lifting her mouth entirely off the cock and pistoning her fist up and down its entire length.

God, she's jacking him off and sucking him at the same time! Gina thought. Mmm, what a sexy combination! Oohh, will he cum? Surely he can't resist much longer; he's got to shoot off with her doing all that!

"Ahh, you don't wanna cum for Chato?" the girl purred happily, casting a fond look at Pete, who lay with his eyes closed and his body rigid. "Don't worry, honey, I coax it outta you! Ain't no man ever kept back his cum when I wanted a mouthful of it and you ain't gonna be the first!"

She leaned forward again and began teasing the hefty rod with her tongue. Gina's heart leaped nearly into her mouth when she saw the girl's hot red tongue flickering over the surface of Pete's cock. Suddenly he groaned, a sound animal-like in its intensity, and shuddered.

"Whoops! You got it now!" Chato squealed, capping the prick with her lips.

Her fist continued to pump and her cheeks collapsed inward as she formed a powerful vacuum, seeking to suck the sperm from his cock. After another series of firm caresses from her fist, working in close collaboration with her mouth, she groaned again, this time with even more obvious happiness. Pete's body gave another strong quiver and then he began working his prick back and forth, pumping it through her fist and into her throat. Soft, shuddering gasps of pleasure escaped from his lips as his cock swelled and jerked, pumping jet after jet of hot, sticky cum deep into the girl's throat.

"Hey, he's gonna drown her!" Sandy chuckled, watching with pleasure as Chato sucked and swallowed furiously.

Gina's eyes widened even further. Although she had seen both Pam and Ellen sucking the boys at the pool, that scene had none of the powerful, animal intensity of the way Chato sucked and mouthed Pete's heavy cock. The girl seemed to force the cum from him by brute strength. Gina groaned, a sound of misery, when she realized that her own clitoris was humming with angry, vibrant energy and that the sight -- shameful though it was -- had affected her far more deeply than she would ever have imagined.

"Yeah, it sorta gets to you, don't it?" Sandy asked with a throaty laugh. "Hard to watch a guy popping his nuts without wishing it was up your own cunt, hey?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Gina said after gathering her strength. "It wasn't anything like that!"

"Huh, I'll bet," Sandy sneered. "Why, I bet I could come over there and feel you and that snatch of yours would be dripping like a leaky faucet!"

Gina sniffed proudly and refused to answer. Her haughty disdain appeared to strike at a sensitive part of Sandy's mind, though Gina would not have believed that there was such a part. She scowled and rose to her feet. Coming over to the bunk, she glared down at the girl.

"You stuck-up little bitch, you're gonna fuck with me too much in about half a minute," she warned. "You keep sniffing and sticking that little nose of yours up in the air and I'll flatten it for you! Shit, Eddie or Joey wouldn't mind a bit if I wasted you! I just might do it too -- maybe get my blade and slice them tits offa you. How'd you like that, if I cut 'em off and stuck one in each ear, huh?"

Gina closed her eyes and shuddered. She knew, better than she had ever known anything, that Sandy was fully capable of carrying out her threat.

"But you know something?" Sandy continued, looking down with a malicious smile that was even more disheartening. "I think I'm gonna learn you a lesson, little Girl Scout. Yeah, I think I'm gonna show you what a whore you are yourself, way down inside! Sure, I seen you watching Chato suck him off and I could tell it was bugging you -- you'd like to give him a blowjob yourself, right? By the time I get through with you, you just might be sucking dicks for a living!"

"I ... I don't know what you mean!" Gina protested. "That isn't true, any of it! I haven't been thinking those things, honest I haven't!"

"Shit, you can't even lie good!" Sandy sneered. "Here, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna show you that I'm right and you're wrong -- I'll show you just what a slut you are!"

"What do you mean?" Gina cried out as the woman leaned over her. "I'm not that way, honest I'm not! What are you doing to me? Owww!"

Sandy had leaned over her and, with a quick, deceptive move, slipped her right hand between Gina's legs. She had caught the girl by surprise and now drove two of her fingers deep into the girl's cunt. As she had predicted, she found that the hole was hot and juicy.

"Huh, didn't bother you, huh?" she grunted, working her fingers around in the moist, clinging warmth. "Then why is your cunt in such a lather? Ahh, that brings a new look to your face, huh? Yeah, you're digging it! Get ready, baby, I'm gonna make your cream run all over the place! I'm gonna fingerfuck you till your pussy hasn't got a bit of feeling left in it!"

Gina writhed helplessly at the woman's expert touch. A portion of her mind rebelled at the perverted caress, which all her training and rearing had conditioned her to regard as abhorrent. Nevertheless, Sandy's fingers had a knowing skill which quickly overwhelmed her mind's defenses. Before she fully realized what was happening, Gina felt a surging rush of sensual delirium sweeping over her body, turning it into a plaything entirely at Sandy's command. Her lips parted, forming a silent "Oh!" of surprised delight, and her thighs convulsively closed about the woman's hand. Her hips flexed upward and she began thrusting against the deliciously exciting hand.

"Yeah, you just can't hold it back, can you?" Sandy sneered. "You might come on like Miss High 'n Mighty, but when you've got a fire burning in your cunt you're just like everybody else! Come on, honey, fuck it! Let that feeling go, baby, let it happen! Fuck that hand, damn you, and let the juice roll outta your cunt!"

"Mmmm! Ooohh!" Gina moaned, twisting and rolling on the narrow bunk. "Anngghh! It's too much, I can't stand it, I've got to ... arrgghh! Mmmm!"

"Yeah, you got it now!" Sandy muttered tensely. "Dig in there, baby, grind it out! Come on, you wop bitch, fuck that hand! Do it, you whore!"

"Owww! Unngghh!" Gina cried, arching her back and panting furiously.
Even Pete watched the shameful display. Gina's cries amply testified to her excitement and the ensuing power of her climax. She trembled mightily, shaking from head to foot, and then fell back on the bunk with a low, whimpering groan of satisfaction.

"Yeah, and you said you was such a straight arrow!" Sandy sneered. "Shit, you was coming as soon as you felt the finger going in the hole! What a pile of horseshit you are!"

"What kinda cunt's she got on her?" Joey asked, looking up from his conversation with Felton. "That thing worth bothering with?"

"It's hot enough and juicier than most," Sandy told him. "Feels pretty tight too. Whoever was fucking her before, he must not have had a very big cock on him. I bet you could make her howl like a baby if you got that cunt-stuffer of yours rammed up her!"

"Good God, do you have to torture her?" Pete cried out, sensing what was coming up. "Why can't you just leave her alone? She hasn't done anything to hurt any of you!"

"Now what do you know about any of this, ranger boy?" Sandy demanded, whirling around to face him indignantly. "Why don't you keep out of it? You wasn't screwing her anyway, so why not let Joey have a go at her if he's hot to try something fresh? Shit, maybe I owe it to her, I don't know -- maybe I ought to do the silly bitch a good turn and get her turned on to good, first-class fucking and sucking!"



Chapter 5

"Hey, you for real?" Joey asked, betraying some interest in Sandy for the first time since Gina had seen him. "You really gonna turn that chick on? Learn her about all that stuff?"

"Why not?" Sandy asked, grinning wickedly. "Hell, in twenty or thirty years she might look back and thank me for it!"

"Don't hold your breath!" Gina muttered. "You can't be serious!"

"Can't I? You'd better think about that again," Sandy told her. "Shit, we've got a couple of days here at least, maybe more unless Eddie decides to split right away. Why the hell shouldn't I do it? It'd be a good way to pass off the time, huh? How about it, Chato? You up for turning Miss High 'n Mighty here into a prick lover?"

"Sure, I don't care," the girl said with a careless shrug. "Might do her good, who knows?"

"Please, don't do this to her!" Pete asked, wrenching himself into an upright position. "She hasn't done anything to deserve this kind of treatment; she's not the kind of girl who ... who ought to be treated that way!"

"What the fuck do you know about it?" Sandy sneered. "You didn't even have balls enough to try screwing her yourself! You stay out of it!"

"I don't know how you got these weird ideas," Gina added, "but I assure you that I'm not the kind of girl you think I am!"

"Maybe you're not the kind of chick you think you are," Sandy told her. "If you're all that straight, why was your cunt so hot when I put the finger to you? And why did you cum so quick when I started finger fucking you? Hell, I bet you don't even cum that quick when you do it to yourself!"

Gina's blush of embarrassment told Sandy that she had scored a telling point. The girl herself had realized that; she had wondered why it was that the orgasm had been at least as quick as any that she had ever given herself and especially why she had been able to cum when it had been another woman who had provided the needed stimulus. For a moment Gina wondered if perhaps Sandy had, in her stupid, misguided way, stumbled upon a hidden truth. Was she basically a lesbian at heart?

"How about it, Joey?" Sandy asked, turning to face the man. "You wanna help out if I decide to show this little bitch what she's really like inside? Maybe you'll be the first to get your cock up her cunt once I've convinced her what she's really like!"

"I don't care," Joey said. "What the hell do I care whether she likes it or not? I'd fuck her whether she did or not!"

"Think about it, man," Sandy urged. "Why, once we split this place she'd be so hot for cock she'd never get enough of it! Every time she got that itching between her legs and started wanting a bellyful of hard dick, she'd think of us and be grateful to us! Man, it'll be like our good deed for the week!"

Gina groaned at that; it was exactly the sort of "good deed" which she could most easily do without, she thought. There was no stopping Sandy, however, and once Felton had grunted his assent to the plan, and Joey had agreed to help out, her fate was sealed.

"Wheee!" Sandy .squealed. "It's all set, baby; momma's gonna make that hot little pussy of yours glow like a searchlight! Yeah, baby, by the time I get through with you you'll be ready for a fuck no matter how the guy wants to do it -- Greek, French, straight American -- you'll be a first class fuck in all them ways! Yeah, and you're gonna love every minute of it! You just lay there, honey, and let of Sandy think about it awhile. I'll fix you up a little plan and then we'll start putting it into action!"

Realizing that she could do nothing to halt the implementation of the diabolical woman's plan, whatever it proved to be, Gina lay quietly and gathered her strength. She tried to pray for strength to resist whatever temptations might be thrust upon her but she found that her mind obstinately refused to form the words. She made herself think of the many precepts she had absorbed from her mother. Pete anxiously looked over to her but could do nothing. Chato sat beside him; she was still fondling his prick, which remained in a state of almost complete erection.

"Okay, I got it," Sandy announced after about ten minutes of silence. "Here's the way it's gonna be, honey. The first thing is, you gotta want to feel the cock pushing the lips of your pussy apart and ripping your cunt open. Okay, so we spend a little time getting you hotted up, right? Mmm, tell me this, and if you so much as think about lying I'm gonna know it and I'll swat your titties till you think they're gonna come off! Got that? Okay, now tell me when was the last time you had your pussy licked? I mean really eaten, so that you creamed in the guy's face!"

"B-but ... nobody ever did that to me!" Gina gasped. "Honest, I'm not lying ... nobody ever did that!"

"And you think you're grown-up?" Sandy groaned in mock despair. "Okay, honey, I guess we'd better break you in right. Hey, Joey, bring me some more of that cord from over there, huh? Yeah, that one -- we'll get this little honey fixed up good and then we'll show her something special."

Joey chuckled happily as he brought another length of cord to the woman. Working together, they succeeded in forcing Gina's ankles upward until they were almost beside her head; then they fastened the cords around her legs and tied her to the headboard of the bunk so that she was lying in a jackknife position. Gina resisted as best she could, but with her arms already tied securely she could do little to overcome their combined efforts. When they were finished she could hardly move.

"Yeah, that's real nice," Sandy said when they had finished their work. "See, that gets your legs drawn up and out of the way so your twat can shine through down there. Mmm, ain't that a nice one, Joey? Man, that's eating stuff -- you oughta get a napkin and fork to eat her!"

Gina knew all too well that her pussy was fully exposed and that she could do nothing at all to protect herself. Sandy and Joey stood at her feet, ogling her with lascivious eyes and making her even more embarrassed.

"Which do you want first?" Sandy asked her. "You want to get eaten by a woman or a man for the first time, honey? Which is it going to be? Hell, Joey's real good at muff-diving and me, I can eat it too. Hey, maybe we could let Chato munch away first! Which is it going to be?"

Gina refused to honor her depraved request with an answer. She groaned helplessly and pulled against the cords, all to no avail.

"Hell, why make her decide at all?" Felton asked, suddenly taking an interest in Sandy's project. "Why don't you cover up her eyes and let her wonder who's giving her the tongue, huh? That'd be even better!"

Gina's blood ran cold upon hearing that; Sandy immediately seized upon the suggestion and began implementing it. She wrapped a piece of Pete's shirt around the girl's head, completely obscuring her sight, and crowed with depraved delight.

"Okay, honey, ol' Eddie really fixed you up good!" she chuckled. "Now somebody's gonna eat your little pussy and you'll just have to guess who it is that's making you feel so damned good!"

With that, she stepped back and motioned for Joey to begin. He knelt at the side of the bunk, taking care that his body touched Gina nowhere, and bent over her uplifted rump. The girl's pussy, a maroon-hued slit rimmed with dark, curling hair, lay passively between her lusciously curved thighs. Joey's fingers lightly touched the slit, parted the lips, and revealed the soft, pink flesh lying within. Gina groaned, a sound of frustration and despair, but her loins quivered with excitement at the touch. Joey pursed his lips and blew lightly on the naked, overheated slit.

"Unngghh!" Gina moaned, almost frightened at the intensity of her response to that tiny gust of warm air. "Ooohh!"

Sandy nodded excitedly and nudged Joey. He leaned forward again, this time with his tongue extended, and touched the tip to Gina's moist slit. She wailed frantically as the man's tongue explored every nook and cranny of her juicy cleft; he finished the stroke by touching her clitoris and caressing it with extra diligence.

"Uhhh! Owwww!" Gina groaned.

Joey again, drew his tongue the length of the girl's pussy, this time with an added flourish to the mouth of her cunt. She shrieked wildly when his tongue probed the sensitive, muscle-rimmed opening; he drove his tongue deep and brought another cry of frantic delight to her lips. He finished the stroke by running his tongue over her anus and thrusting it gently into the puckered opening. Gina's cries, now throatier and even more frantic, filled the shack. Joey again returned to the attack after only a moment's pause. This time he concentrated on the girl's cunt, stiffening his tongue and shoving it deep into the hot opening. He worked it in and out with quick, jerky strokes and in less than a minute Gina had succumbed to the erotic enticement.

"Owww! Ooohh!" she cried out, writhing piteously as she tried to lift her buttocks higher and shove her pussy against his face. "Omigod, I'm cuming! Unngghh! I'm cuming!"

Joey perversely removed his mouth just before she reached the peak of her excitement. Gina continued to sob and shriek, however, and to plead for more of that deliciously pleasing stimulation. Joey and Sandy grinned happily at each other and ignored her pleas.

"Ah, shut up, you cunt-hungry bitch!" Sandy snapped. "That was just to show you that you could make it French-style. Now you're gonna get it from another one of us!"

She knelt at Gina's side, holding her hair out of the way so it would not brush against the girl's thighs, and waited for her orgasmic lusts to abate. After a few moments, when Gina slumped back and relaxed, she began. Her style of pussy-licking was quite different from Joey's, though equally effective, as the event proved. She began by avoiding the slit itself; she merely scraped the tip of her tongue over the outer edges of the girl's vulva. This treatment quickly aroused Gina, even though she knew that she ought not to respond to such perverted treatment, and she began weaving her hips back and forth.

"Owww! Please don't!" she begged, though her heart was obviously not in the request. "You can't be doing this! It's too awful! Uhh! Ahh! No, no!"

Sandy ignored the cries and concentrated upon arousing the girl more fully. The task was not a difficult one: Gina's hot-blooded temperament, difficult to control at best, responded quickly to Sandy's knowing caresses. The woman gradually brought her tongue closer to the folded lips but avoided touching them. Gina's hips lurched out of control and she began trying to force her pussy upon the probing, exciting tongue.

"Aurrgghh!" she groaned, stiffening her body and writhing madly. "Oohh, do it! Do it to me! Make me cum! I want to feel it going in! Unngghh! Cum! Fuck! Fuck!"

Sandy was too skilled to deliver the caress that Gina so desperately wanted. Instead, she continued to run her tongue over the outer surfaces of the girl's pussy, increasing the knot of tension in Gina's belly until she thought she would surely explode. Finally, recognizing that the moment had come, she sucked up the lips of the girl's pussy into her mouth, gnawed at them with her teeth, and then drove her tongue as far into the waiting, excited cunt as it would go.

"Uhhh -- OWWWW!" Gina shrieked. "Aiiee! Owwww!"

Sandy's tongue continued to drive deep until she had extracted every quiver of feeling from the girl's body. Only when Gina slumped back onto the bunk, moaning and panting from her strenuous exertions, did she lift her face from between the girl's thighs. An expression of tender happiness, absurdly out of place on her normally sullen face, changed .her completely and, for a few moments, made her a thing of beauty.

"Well, that's the way it is," Sandy said after a few moments; taking the shirt from around her head so that she could again see. "You've been sucked off by a guy and a chick, honey. Which did you like best? Come on, tell of Sandy -- after all, I did it to you, along with Joey; we oughta know which one you liked best!"

Gina's face turned scarlet with shame and embarrassment. She could not look at Sandy, nor could she bring herself to speak. She wished only that she could die, be obliterated, be removed from this frightening scene.

"Okay, that was Joey that done it to you first," Sandy said. "And then me, I was the second, just in case you're interested."

"And she was the bitch that said she didn't want to be sucked!" Felton grunted with a derisive snort for added emphasis. "Silly little slut, she don't even know what she wants!"

"Maybe nobody ever took the trouble to show her," Sandy suggested. "Well, honey, if that's the case, then I guess you're gonna get a first-class education! We got a lot of time and nothing to do but get your little cunt turned on to everything that's good in the way of fucking and sucking! Shit, you even gave out a yelp when Joey rimmed your asshole! I bet you'd fuck like a little pig if somebody shoved a cock up your ass!"

"Hey, maybe she's one of them freaks I heard about," Joey said excitedly, "the kind that like to have two or three guys at once!"

"Shit, that ain't no kind of freak," Sandy told him. "That's just having good sense! How about it, honey, want to try taking on two or three at once? We got the guys for it! We could get Joey here to fucking your cunt and maybe your ranger boy there would shove his cock up your ass and then Eddie would give it to you in the mouth, huh? Yeah, that makes them eyes open up!"

Gina sucked in a breath and shuddered at the threat Sandy had posed. It was bad enough having had her weakness exposed so dramatically and so publicly, but the thought of having to service three men at once, especially in the perverted manner Sandy had suggested, appalled her. Even so, she realized with a sinking sensation that her clitoris had twitched alarmingly when she heard the woman's scandalous proposal; Gina knew that somewhere, deep in her body, there was a spirit which would welcome treatment of that sort.

"Well, we won't bother with any of that for a while yet," Sandy continued. "Maybe we'll show you a little fucking action, just to get you primed up and ready for something else, huh? Hey, Chato what the hell are you doing? You fell in love with that ranger's cock or something?"

The Latin girl looked up from Pete's loins; she had been touching her lips to his cock, which was still stiff and straight.

"I just wanna keep him hard for a while," she explained apologetically. "You know, he shot off so much that first time he might not have no more cum for an hour or two. This way, I keep him stiff along time, he cum again real good!"

"Yeah, and he'll get the stone ache and not be worth a shit to any of us," Sandy replied. "Get the fuck away from him and come over here -- we'll let Joey lay a heavy fuck on you for a while and see if that'll get this bitch in a lather. I bet she'll really dig looking at his big cock fucking. your tight little cunt! "

"Hey, I'm gonna get some pussy?" Joey asked, grinning broadly and pulling off his clothes. "You mean I'm gonna dip my cock in something hot 'n juicy?"

"You know it," Sandy told him. "Just as soon at that little spic bitch can get your cock stiff you can bend her over and hump it up her dog fashion. That way, Miss High 'n Mighty, Miss Hot Twat here can see what a pussy looks like when it's getting itself stuffed with dick. I bet that'll get her cunt lathered up to where she'll be begging us to let her get fucked!"

Gina moaned and tugged against the cords but said nothing. She knew all too well that she would not be able to plead with Sandy, who seemed utterly determined to have her way; moreover, she felt an even stronger urge to lie still in order to be able to see the sights the woman had promised her. Of all the aspects of sexuality which had intrigued her, one of the most exciting -- and one which she had never seen, hence the added excitement attaching to it was the sight of a fully erect cock penetrating a cunt.

When Joey was fully disrobed she saw that she would be able to watch a tremendously well-equipped male in action. Although Joey's cock lacked the stiffness to be sexually useful, it gave every indication of growing into a formidable tool. It hung down for at least six inches and could well have been a good three fingers in width; the foreskin was pulled back from the head and showed a broad, flaring tip that would have done credit to a stallion. Sandy directed Chato to bring him to an erection, which the girl seemed only too ready to do.

Gina felt a nauseous twinge in her stomach when she saw how eagerly the girl performed the task. She ran her lips over the prick's surface and curled her red tongue around the head. She opened her mouth wide and drove it down over the head, using her hands to stroke the man's hairy balls and to pump the stiffening shaft. In less time than Gina would have believed possible Chato had brought his cock to the consistency of an iron bar. Once the prick was fully grown it proved to have a wicked leftward curve and to be even thicker than she had feared. Altogether it presented a fearsome aspect and looked capable of delivering sensual pleasure of the highest order.

"Now what'll we do with it?" Sandy asked, running her fingers over the rod after Chato had removed her mouth. "Give it to the wop bitch and let her try sucking it? Maybe she'd like it better if you gave him a blowjob, Chato! Or we might could jack him off and let him shoot all over her titties and face! No, I think it'd be best if we just let her watch him shoving it up your cunt. Bend over, honey, and be sure you get to where she'll be able to see everything!"

Sandy directed Chato, positioning her so that Gina could get a very clear view of the girl's pussy. Gina's eyes narrowed when she saw Chato's slit; it had only the lightest growth of hair around the lips and as Sandy spread the lips she saw that the cuntal opening was no larger than a finger. She trembled at the thought of Joey's immense, lust -- swollen cock penetrating that tiny opening, but Sandy seemed determined for it to happen.

"She's got a real tiny little cunt," Sandy said, patting the girl's hip affectionately, "but it'll spread, don't you worry about that! Joey says she's got the tightest cunt he ever fucked in all his life! Usually we just let her suck but every once in a while, when she's been real good, I'll let one of the guys give her a good fuck!"

Gina's eyes, feverish and bright with excitement, glowed as she beheld the excited contours of Chato's pussy. Although the girl looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen, she gave every indication of wanting Joey's cock. Gina wanted to beg for them not to despoil her, knowing that it was wrong to subject so young a creature to such flagrant depravity, but she could not force her lips to form the words. Instead, she realized with a dawning awareness of her own sensual nature, she wanted more than anything to see Joey's cock penetrating that tender opening! She wanted to witness the way in which the two sexual organs met and coupled!

"Uhhh!" Gina moaned, almost overcome with a surge of sensual feeling that concentrated especially in her nipples and clitoris. "This can't be happening!"

"It's happening," Sandy promised her. "And there's better stuff ahead! All right, Joey, belly up here and give her a cuntful of cock! Let's show that stuck-up bitch what a pussy looks like when it's getting filled with hot, hard dick!"



Chapter 6

Joey obediently bellied up to Chato's uptilted buttocks, taking care to approach her in such a way that Gina could see the thick, swollen head of his prick nearing the girl's scarlet-lipped pussy. Chato showed no sign of fearing the massive tool; if anything she positively welcomed it, if Gina read the ;anticipatory look on her expressive little face correctly.

"His cock is about that wide across," Sandy explained, holding up three fingers to illustrate her point to Gina. "It's a real cant -- splitter, just the sort of thing a girl needs to make herself go crazy with prick love! And if you think it won't go in that cunt of hers, you have yourself a look -- you'll see what I'm talking about! That little spic, she's got a cunt on her like a rubber band!"

"He'll fit," Chato promised. "I fuck him already and I know! And before him, I ball lots of other guys, some as big as him!"

"You can't be serious!" Gina exclaimed in horror. "You're only a child! Why, he'll damage you!"

"Shit, I been balling guys so long I know how to take it," Chato scornfully replied. "He might be standing tall now but when he pulls that cock out, it's gonna, be a lot smaller! Unnhh, I'm going crazy to feel it up my hole! Union, Joey, sock it to me!"

"I'll sock it to you all right," Joey promised, "but only when I get good 'n damned ready! First I'm gonna tickle them lips for you!"

He began nosing his prick up and down her furrow. Gina's heart began to race madly when she saw the blunt instrument crush the lips of the girl's pussy and scrape over the area shielding her clitoris; she knew only too well the pleasure that such a caress might give. Chato groaned heavily and leaned backward slightly, as if she might be trying to spear herself on Joey's big cock, but he evaded the thrust easily.

"Hey, what if he was to fuck her for a while and then; right before he got his balls to dumping, he pulled out and shot the cum all over you?" Sandy muttered with a leering smile. "Yeah, it'd be all hot 'n wet from her cunt and he could really spatter you then! Ahh, don't worry honey, we ain't gonna cut Chato short. She might be a stupid little bitch but she helps out some and I figure she deserves to get a good fuck at least once every day or two. Go ahead, Joey, shove it up her hole and make her howl! Goddamn, I love to see a little cunt getting fucked!"

Gina's eyes widened even further as she saw Joey elevate his prick slightly, enough to send the blunt tip slithering into the mouth of the girl's cunt, and then lean forward. The head easily slipped into the taut rim and disappeared, bringing a groan of contentment from the girl's throat. He seized Chato by the hips to steady them and then surged forward again. This time at least half the thick, meaty shaft dove into the waiting tunnel and again the girl cried out with delight.

"Ahhhh! Ooohh! How you can fuck!" she whimpered, twisting her rump slightly and quivering visibly. "Man, I love that cock! Now stretch it, baby, stretch my cunt! Drill it deep, honey, drill it in there and strike oil!"

Sandy now settled down on the side of the bed and began massaging the lips of her own pussy, grasping the thick flaps between her thumb and forefinger so she could rub them together and deliver the maximum enjoyment ,to her body. After a moment she stretched out her right hand and slipped a joint of her index finger into the mouth of Gina's cunt. The girl cried out at this merciless invasion of her body, but of course Sandy paid her no attention at all, continuing to work her finger around the mouth of the slippery, hot hole without even looking at what she was doing.

Pete was now left entirely to himself. His prick soared upward, brought to a feverish pitch of hardness by the depraved sights being worked out before his eyes; had his hands been free he might well have forgotten all about his perilous situation and begun pumping sturdily at the long, thick length of cock rising out of his loins. Eddie occasionally looked over at him with a listless, indifferent gaze but otherwise he was completely ignored.

Joey continued plunging his heavy cock in and out of Chato's cunt, occasionally varying the angle of his stroke, either by elevating himself onto his tiptoes or by bending his knees sharply. The girl cried out with unabashed delight each time she felt the massive rod being thrust into her body; her cries mounted in intensity each time he altered the angle at which he was entering her body.

"Ugghh! You're tearing my cunt out!" she moaned, gasping and moaning from time to time. "Oohh! You're drilling me a new cunt! Wowww, I can feel it all over! Agghh, it's fucking me to death!"

Gina clenched her jaws together even tighter and willed herself to remain quiet. The presence of Sandy's finger in the mouth of her cunt, continually active in a knowing, experienced way, was now having a definite effect, one which was dramatically heightened by the sight of Joey's prick slithering in and out of Chato's froth-rimmed cunt. She could feel herself responding to the various forms of sexual stimulation around her, even though she occasionally dealt herself a bitter reprimand for succumbing to such blatant eroticism.

Sandy's eyes remained glued to Chato's rear. She continued to masturbate herself with a slow, easy motion, but the glittering, intense look in her eyes left little doubt that she was nearing some kind of emotional peak. When the pace of Joey's fucking motion accelerated, she changed her own gait and tactics, driving a middle finger into her own cunt and using the thumb and index fingers to pinch and manipulate the flesh surrounding her clitoris.

"Get it on, Joey!" she suddenly murmured in a tense, low tone. "Get that cum to rolling! Make the little bitch cum! I want to hear her howl when her guts turn upside down! Pop them nuts of yours, Joey! Make her cream!"

"I'm trying," Joey panted, spreading his feet slightly and lurching upward with a desperate, animal-like surge. "Goddamn, she's got a tight, hot little cunt! It's like a fucking vise, that's what it's like! Unngghh, shake that ass, you little spic bitch, shake it good and get that cunt to working on my prick! I got two balls full of cum and I'm gonna shoot it right up your cunt!"

"Ooohh-eee, it's coming out my mouth!" Chato howled. "Jeez, I never been so full of cock in my whole fucking life! Uhhh, work. it in there, baby, work it in deeper! Agghh!"

"Milk it, damn you, milk my cock!" Joey grunted feverishly. "Make that cunt snap and bite at me! Unngghh! I'll fill you so full of dick your cunt'll never go back down to normal!"

Gina marveled at the seemingly leather like quality of the man's prick. She suspected that Chato's extreme posture must be forcing her cunt to rub over his cock with extraordinary strength, far more than any ordinary man could withstand, yet Joey continued to plunge in and out of her and to exhort the girl on to even more strenuous efforts. She twisted about on the bed, tugging at the cords holding her down; they were as secure as ever.

Suddenly Sandy pulled her finger from Gina's cunt and thrust her hand between her own legs. She searched for a moment, then shoved the cunt-moistened finger into her own asshole. Doubly impaled, she writhed and grunted all the harder as she sought to provoke a tornado of lusty pleasure within her hungry loins.

"Ahh, I can feel it!" Joey breathed hoarsely. "Yeah, baby, keep it up just like that and I'll be shooting the cream to you in a minute! C'mon, damn you, bear down and fuck that prick of mine! Unngghh! Aurrgghh! I'm cumng, damn you, I'm cuming now!"

Gina had opened her mouth to beg for the finger to be reinserted into her cunt; Sandy had worked her up to the point where she was almost ready to erupt into another climax and now that the finger had been removed, she found that her cunt was unable to complete the exciting experience without further stimulation. The sight of Joey furiously punishing Chato's cunt, however, was enough to distract her mind from her own needs. She watched, wide eyed and open mouthed, as the man dove into the girl's cunt and held himself tightly against her hips. His buttocks clenched and relaxed rapidly, working spasmodically as his balls churned strongly and pumped forth a steady stream of lust-heated cum.

"Oh, wow, I feel it!" Chato moaned. "Mmm, baby, hose me! You're like a fucking bull; you're like a firehose! Ooohh, it's making me cum all over! I can feel you shooting cum! Ugghh! Owwww!"

She lurched backward, pressing herself even more tightly against him, and wriggled her hips from side to side. Reaching up with one hand, she caught his heavy, dangling balls and pressed them against her clitoris. By rubbing the distended eggs over the tenderest part of her pussy she added immeasurably to both her own pleasure and to Joey's.

"Uhh, wow! Was that ever a cum and a half!" Joey muttered as he slowly ceased his trembling and jerking. "Girl, that cunt of yours is just a little sucking machine, that's what it is!"

"Hey, don't pull out of her yet!" Sandy blurted out. "Wait'll I get over there, Joey; I wanna lick the jism outta her hole! Man, there ain't nothing like sucking cum outta some fresh-fucked cunt; it just beats the hell outta everything else!"

"Well, stop fingerfucking and get over here so you can start sucking," Joey said with an indifferent shrug. "The way she worked my dick over, it ain't gonna plug up her hole all night! Hurry up, Sandy; get over here and get after it if you're so damned hot to lick her cunt out!"

"You're sick!" Gina suddenly blurted out. "All of you, you're sick, sick, sick! The very idea, doing something to that poor girl after you've mistreated her so horribly! You're a bunch of perverts, that's exactly what you are!"

"Shut your stupid chops," Joey warned her.

"Yeah, to hear you tell it you'd think your pussy never had no feeling in it," Sandy added: "But if the truth was ever told, I bet you'd be as hot for it as anybody else!"

"These stuck-up society bitches and college girls," Joey continued, "they give me a pain in the ass. Hey, you know I used to work in a college once? Yeah, a janitor, that's what I was! And them college girls, they was all running around and trying to get a suck offa my cock! They might talk different from you 'n me, Sandy, but when it eomes to balling they're as horny as anybody else in this damned country!"

"Why don't you go over there and wipe your cock off on her face?" Sandy suggested, throwing an amused look Gina's way. "Yeah, as soon as you pull it outta Chato's cunt, take it over there and wipe the cum on her lips! That'll give the little bitch some thing to think about!"

"Something to chew on too!" Joey grunted, smirking lewdly.

Sandy came over and knelt at Chato's rump, cautioning the girl not to move an inch when Joey removed his cock. She promised to hold her position and urged Sandy to do a superior job of sucking her cunt.

"Oohh, wow, he shot off till I thought he'd never stop!" she muttered. "You gonna have to be hungry to eat it all!"

"I'll eat it," Sandy promised. "You don't have to worry about that! Okay, Joey, whenever you're ready -- slip it out of her!"

Gina's eyes followed the obscene trio closely, catching every detail of the way Joey's cock slid easily out of the girl's body. It shone brightly when it emerged; Chato's abundant cunt juices, together with his own masculine effusion, had combined to coat the shaft thickly. Gina's heart began racing madly when she allowed herself to think of the big cock being placed against her lips. She found herself being curiously torn between two conflicting desires when she contemplated what Joey was going to do to her. Mentally she repudiated the action, of course, and scorned it as sick and depraved, but another part of her personality -- the physical, sensual, intuitive part -- warmed and glowed with excitement at the prospect. Her pussy, which had lost some of its extreme sensitivity when Sandy had ceased fingering it, now began heating up again and soon bubbled and tingled with sensual life. Although she reviled herself for becoming so responsive to an act which every shred of her moral and social training condemned as repellent and perverted, she could not deny that the chance of tasting Joey's big cock, fresh and wet from Chato's cunt, had a superlatively compelling appeal.

"Ahh, that's lovely!" Sandy purred as more and more of the big rod came into view. "So wet, so drippy, so sexy! Man, that pussy of yours is outta sight! He's fucked you till there's foam all around the lips, Chato! And the cum, he's churned that up into a real thick froth! Wow-weee, this is gonna be the best piece of pussy I ever ate!"

"And you get ready over there, you wop bitch," Joey said, looking over at Gina with amusement. "You're gonna have yourself a mouthful of hot dick flavored with cunt and cum!"

"No! Please don't!" Gina murmured tearfully, though she knew that her pleas would only make him more determined to humiliate and degrade her. "You're not serious!"

"Ain't I?" Joey chortled, pulling his cock completely free from Chato's body and turning to her with zeal. "Get them chops open, sweetie; I got a big weenie here with some sauce that's gonna make you drool like a bitch dog!"

He stood back for a moment to watch Sandy leap into place. The woman moved directly behind Chato and watched for a moment; the girl's cunt remained wide open for a few seconds, still forced into a broad opening by the immensity of the cock it had contained. Puddles of milky cum could be seen inside the hole's depths. The girl's cunt quickly began to assume its former shape, however, due to its youthful elasticity and quick recuperative powers. As the interior canal swelled back together, it inevitably forced most of the sperm toward the opening; a huge, thick blob of the sensual cream appeared in the eye of her cunt and then began rolling down the thick, flaring lips.

"Yeah, squeeze it out!" Sandy breathed, watching the cum's progress closely and growing more excited by the second. "What a dish for momma!"

"Ooohh, suck me!" Chato moaned. "I feel it dripping out! It's running all over my pussy!"

Sandy leaned forward, plastering her lips to the girl's pussy; a loud, slurping noise indicated that she was indeed ingesting the creamy puddle and vigorously applying her tongue to the task.

"Ugghh! Wowww!" Chato groaned, writhing sensually and shuddering. "I love it! You gonna eat my pussy off! Ahh, lick it, lick it up!"

"And that's how you eat a fresh-fucked pussy!" Joey said, turning toward Gina with a sneering grin. "If you behave yourself and don't get outta line while we're here, maybe we'll like you well enough to let you lick some cum outta Chato or Sandy. How'd that be? Yeah, you'd go for that, you lousy, stuck-up bitch! You act like, we're shit but when it comes right down to it, you'd get them chops of yours right in there and you know it!"

"You're insane!" Gina muttered, licking her lips and closing her eyes. "You're all insane!"

"Naw, we'll break you in easy," Joey replied as he knelt over her and waggled his prick in front of her face. "First we'll let you get started by sucking my dick. Then, after you've gotten a taste for it, we'll let you think about it awhile. In a day or two you'll decide that it's really great and before long you'll be paying us money to let you suck Chato after me or that pal of yours has fucked her good!"

With that, he inched forward and touched the tip of his prick to her lips; she had been too horrified to be able to twist her face away from him. The touch of his cock, however, touched off an instinctive reaction and she swung her face away from the terrible tool. He laughed shortly and seized her head, pressing down hard and pinning her against the bed. Thus held, she could not resist when he again wiped his foul-smelling prick across her lips and held the ugly, flaring head directly against her nostrils.

"Have yourself a whiff of that!" he said gleefully. "Yeah, draw in a deep breath; you'll find out. that maybe it ain't as bad as what you thought! C'mon, girlie, give it a try -- it's recommended by all the experts!"

Gina held her breath for as long as possible but even that did not prevent the prick's sensual odor from filtering up into her nostrils. When she finally gave in and sucked in another deep breath, naturally, the aroma proved overpowering. As Joey had suggested, the scent was far less repulsive than her conscience had told her it would be -- she found it strangely erotic and intoxicatingly intense. The fumes of raw, primitive sex inflamed her brain, further sapping her resistance; she felt herself weakening by the second.

Her lips retained the salty, musky flavor of semen mixed with feminine love oils and shortly, without even willing it, her tongue inched out to taste the unusual ointment. To her surprise, she found that the taste was extremely strong but even more delightful. Trembling with eagerness, she extended her tongue further and ran it back and forth over her lips. Joey noticed this, of course, and capitalized upon her capitulation immediately.

"Yeah, you're coming around," he. chuckled. "Ain't hardly no woman can pass up a chance to lick the cum off a guy's dick, especially when it's all mixed up with a woman's pussy-drip too! See? You're coming around, girlie, just like I told you! Shit, in no time at all you'll be jumping right in there and licking it like Sandy's doing!"

Gina's heart fell into her stomach, it seemed, when she realized exactly how weak her resistance really was. It had taken no more than a whiff of the exciting mixture of juice, it seemed, and her brain was reeling with erotic frenzy. She now readily opened her lips when Joey again pressed the head of his cock against them. Licking the cum and cunt juice from his prick greatly, intensified the flavor and scent, she found, and also heightened her own excited response to it. Her taste buds vibrated with feeling and transmitted powerful messages of sexual delight to the rest of her body. Within a minute she was sucking him strongly and running her mouth far down over the broad shaft. Joey fucked himself into her mouth for a few minutes, driving his cock deep into her throat, and then pulled away.

"Mmmm! No, don't take it away!" Gina moaned before she knew what she was saying.

"Yeah, I thought so," Joey muttered scornfully. "You're just like all the rest of them bitches -- you play Miss High 'n Mighty but when it comes down to the nut-cutting you're as hot for it as any two-dollar whore in town!"

Gina closed her eyes and shuddered when she again saw exactly how weak and defenseless she really was, especially when exposed to temptations of an especially depraved sort. Well aware of the plea which had escaped her lips, she knew that Joey had hit upon the truth: it would take very little persuasion to make her all too ready to accept a man's cum, even from a grubby, seasoned receptacle such as Sandy's depraved cunt.

"To hell with this noise," Sandy suddenly remarked, taking her face away from Chato's pussy and rising to her feet. "I've tongued you long enough, girl. That was mighty fine eating but you've had enough of it."

"Shit, I don't never get enough of that good stuff!" Chato replied, straightening up and smiling happily. "Any time you wanna have some more just tell me about it -- I really dig it!"

"Hey, let's go up to that pool we seen," Joey said, snapping his fingers as he spoke. "Maybe that'd perk us up and get us in shape for spending some more time around this dump! C'mon, whaddaya say, Eddie? Huh?"

"Yeah, maybe that'd be all right," Felton agreed, looking up suddenly. "Union, Sandy, let's go skinny dipping!"

"Hey, what about them?" the woman asked, gesturing to Gina and Pete.

"Aw, leave Chato with 'em if you're worried," Joey suggested. "They ain't gonna do much the way they're tied up."

"Yeah, that's right," Sandy agreed, measuring the pair with a contemptuous glance. "But look, before we go let's have a little bit more fun, huh? Let's turn that wop bitch loose on the ranger here -- lookit the cock on him! Shit, I wouldn't half mind squatting on that rod myself!"

"You mean let her get herself a fuck?" Joey asked, grinning with pleasure at the thought. "She's turned on pretty good, I reckon!"

"No, I think we oughts let her try sucking him," Sandy said after a moment's reflection. "Let her pussy ache for a while -- sucking him will only make her all the hotter for a good fuck. When we get back maybe we can show her some more tricks -- I'll bet there ain't no way of balling she won't pick up on!"

Gina's brain reeled with shame, but also with excitement, when she heard the woman's prescription for her. She instinctively shrank back from the prospect of sucking Pete, whom she now wanted but who also represented decency and modesty for her, but she could not deny that her body thrilled, to the prospect as well.

Joey and Sandy unfastened the cords binding her ankles and wrists. She sat up weakly and looked toward Pete. There was misery and compassion in his eyes, true enough, but there was lust and passion in his swollen cock.

"Get over there and start sucking," Sandy ordered, jerking a thumb toward him. "And don't worry about trying to give him a ladylike blowjob there ain't no such thing! You get that mouth of yours on his cock and eat the hell outta him; don't stop till you feel the cum running out your ears!"

Gina rose to her feet; she was a trifle unsteady after having been tied up for so long but she quickly regained her equilibrium. She looked at Pete with, mingled emotions but came toward him, trying to project both her longing for him and her shame at being forced to serve him in so degrading a fashion. His cock reared up with a sullen splendor, attracting her attention like a magnet drawing iron filings toward it.

"We ain't gonna untie him," Sandy remarked. "You just hunker down there beside him and start sucking. Ol' Mother Nature'll take care of the rest of it, don't you worry none about that!"

"Hey, you think maybe we oughta make them do a sixty-nine?" Joey asked just as Gina was settling down beside him. "That'd be something, seeing them eating each other at the same time!"

"Oh, please don't make us do that!" Gina whispered, looking up with horrified eyes. "Isn't it enough that you're shaming me?""

"Shaming you?" Sandy indignantly cried out. "What the fuck's the matter with you, you stupid cunt? You think there are many chicks in the world who wouldn't jump up and down to get the chance to suck him off? Lookit the size of that cock, will you? And check them balls -- that guy's got more cum in his nuts than hardly anybody you're ever gonna see! You'll be tasting cum for a week after you blow him! C'mon, honey, get to it -- you got a chance here that a lot of girls dream about but never have."

"What about the double Frenching?" Joey persisted. "I bet he'd love to get his chops into that pussy of hers!"

"Naw, not right now," Sandy decided. "When she'd start to cum she'd probably get so damned worked up she'd bite his cock off! And we're gonna need that cock before too long, you can bet on that!"

She motioned for Gina to start her shameful task. The girl's reluctance to participate in the act which Joey had suggested did not stem from any lack of desire to feel his tongue gliding up and down the furrow of her pussy, nor was she moved by the thought that, in her own lustful excitement, she might inadvertently damage his prick. Rather, she had simply been ashamed of the deplorably messy condition of her slit and had not wanted him to see, smell or taste her when her pussy was so moist with the heavy juice of passionate arousal. She would gladly have straddled his torso and thrust her loins back against his mouth if she could first have thoroughly soaped and rinsed the moist slit, though she would have felt sorry for him at having been forced into performing so intimate an act.

Gina again bent over the swollen, inflamed cock and took it in her hands. Its heat assured her that he was supremely ready; there was even a tiny, clear droplet of liquid glistening in the slit crowning the very tip of the cockhead. She extended her tongue to lap it from its resting place and shuddered with pleasure at the salty taste.

"Don't just lip around with him," Sandy gruffly ordered. "Suck! Go down on him! Eat him alive! Get that tongue wrapped around his dick and suck!"

Fearful of provoking a reprisal, Gina hastened to do the woman's bidding. She opened her mouth wider and forced it over the bulbous head of his cock; the satiny-smooth flesh caressed her tongue and came to rest against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue easily slid into the deep groove separating the head from the shaft and caressed him in the most sensitive spot of all.

"Ugghhh!" he. groaned, unable to keep his hips from flexing and thrusting more of his prick into her warm, wet mouth. "Ahhhh!"

"Yeah, I bet she sucks just fine," Joey told him. "Go on -- fuck her in the mouth; she'll really dig that!"

"And you; you whore, you keep on sucking and licking!" Sandy warned. "You'll figure out how to get in time with his humps and then you'll have him popping his nuts in no time at all! Reach in there with your hand and work them babies around for him; grab his nuts and make him cum!"

Gina was quick to take the heavy, hairy sac into her fingers. The big eggs nestled sensually against her fingers, reminding her of the liquid treasure they contained; Pete again writhed with even greater delight and groaned aloud. He was obviously trying to thwart their evil plan by holding back his climax but, just as obviously, he was losing ground every second.

"Oohh, suck him hard!" Chato whispered. "Do it to him, suck his cum!"

"Here, maybe she'll suck better if I tickle her pussy a little," Joey said, kneeling down behind her and forcing his cock between her slightly parted thighs. "I ain't gonna shoot no cum into you, honey; I'll just warm up that slit of yours for you!"

Gina groaned savagely when she felt the man's thick cock bump against the lips of her pussy. Already aroused to a feverish pitch and hypersensitive, the feminine flaps tingled with electric shockwaves of erotic power as Joey transmitted his sensual power to her body. The added excitement lent strength to her mouth and tongue -- she began sucking furiously. She bobbed her head up and down frantically and at the same time worked her tongue over every inch of the prick's surface. Pete's in-and-out motions also quickened in pace until he was fucking her mouth with a wild, driving fury. Suddenly he lurched high off the cabin's floor and thrust his cock deep into her throat. She tightened her fingers around its shaft and worked them up and down, pumping hard, and pulled the foreskin back as tight as possible.

"Agghh! Ooohh!" Pete grunted harshly. "Uhhh! There! There it is! Ooohh, suck, honey, suck it all! Unngghh, I'm cuming now!"

Gina stiffened quickly when she realized that he would soon be inundating her mouth with his seminal blast. The thought of removing her mouth never entered her mind; she wanted to receive every bit of his cum in her mouth and swallow it. When the first jet rocketed into her mouth her head reeled with pleasure; the succeeding bursts of sperm were only slightly weaker but combined to raise her emotions to the boiling point and beyond. As the salty, warm essence of manhood filled her mouth and inflamed her brain with sensual wonder, Gina felt her clitoris hum vibrantly and then give a sharp, preliminary twitch.

"Mmmm! Gllbb!" she grunted, writhing hard and pressing her furrow down hard against Joey's cock.

Reaching between her thighs with one hand, she forced the bulky organ against her pussy and held it there as the spasms multiplied in frequency and strength. When she too began to cum her tongue responded in kind, flying up and down Pete's cock with added fervor. She sucked far harder than she would ever have thought possible. Naturally, her increased attention resulted in Pete's orgasm being prolonged too. Together they came and came, each in their own way, until at last there was no more feeling left for them. Totally exhausted and emptied of all sensuality, they relaxed and crumpled down onto the floor. Gina rested her cheek on his hard, flat belly and closed her eyes, still enjoying the strong aftertaste of his cum.

"Good God, I guess she thinks it's time now for the Sleeping Beauty act," Sandy sneered. "Get up, you cunt, get up and get your hands behind your back! I ain't gonna leave here without you being tied up and you'd better believe it. Chato, hand me a hunk of that cord there ... yeah, that's the girl."

"You ain't gonna tie her back to the bed?" Joey asked, seeing that she made no effort to direct Gina back to the cot.

"Nah, I'll just wrap her hands up good behind her," Sandy said. "With that, plus Chato here to watch her, I don't guess she'll be causing any big trouble. Right, Chato?"

"You bet," the tiny Latin replied with a broad grin. "She try anything I bust her with a chair. Then I call you, okay?"

"Okay, that's cool," Sandy agreed. "Just make sure you don't whop her too hard -- don't kill her, just calm her down if she gets to making trouble."

"Yeah, I do it good," Chato promised. "But she ain't gonna make no trouble for nobody -- she wants to stay 'round 'n get her cunt screwed some more, I can tell that!"

"I might as well warn both of you," Sandy said, turning to face Gina and Pete, "that if you try getting away you'd better both make it. If one of you gets left behind I'll personally take that hunting knife there and when I get through with whoever's left there won't be enough left to feed the rats with!"

With that, she turned away and stalked from the cabin. Joey followed her and then Felton got up from his seat by the table and stalked out of the room, leaving Chato in charge of the captives.



Chapter 7

"Okay, we all by ourself now," Chato said when they were alone in the cabin. "You guys, you won't try nothing, okay? I don't wanna have to bop you with nothing. And that Sandy, she mean what she say -- she one more bad-assed cunt!"

"It's not likely that we could do much," Gina replied sorrowfully. "Not the way we're tied up. I feel like a Christmas turkey!"

"Yeah, me too," Pete agreed. "But a satisfied turkey, remember! That was some job you did on me!"

"You were pretty good yourself," Gina said with a shy smile. "I ... I only wish. ..."

"What?" he asked. "What do you wish?"

"Well, I wish they hadn't forced me to do it," she murmured with downcast eyes. "I mean, a thing like that, it ought to be something you do when you both really want it, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I follow you," Pete agreed. "But damnit, I did want it! Sure, I'd rather have had us alone and our hands and feet untied, so we could really get it on right, but even the way it was, it was damned good. You're really something else!"

"Thank you," she replied. "Gee, I sure never thought I'd see the day when I'd feel proud at being paid a compliment like that! You know, even a week ago I think I'd have almost puked if somebody'd asked me to go down on them! Wow, I guess that just goes to show how you don't really know your own head!"

"Hey, how old are you?" Chato asked, looking at Gina with a perplexed air. "C'mon, tell me how old you are."

"I'm twenty," Gina said. "Why?"

"Sonofabitch!" the girl marveled. "Twenty years old and you never sucked a cock before? Man, you're outta sight! Shit, I thought everybody ate dick!"

"I guess some of us are a little slower than others to learn better ways of doing things," Gina muttered.

"Yeah, but twenty years old!" Chato exclaimed. "You ain't slow, girl, you fucking backward! Man, I never heard of no shit like that before!"

They sat in silence for a few moments before Gina looked up at Chato with a curious expression. Measuring the girl with a calculating look, she cleared her throat and then spoke.

"Uh, you weren't in on that robbery, right?" she asked.

"Nah. They picked me up on the way here. Why? Man, I wouldn't mind making a score like that, though! Wow, you oughta see the bread in that suitcase of theirs! Some heavy haul, that one was!"

"I was only thinking," Gina said. "I mean, if you weren't actually involved with the robbery then you don't have as much at stake as they do, right?"

"Uh, I guess so," Chato agreed. "By rights I ought not to get busted for that job. But them pigs, you know, with a record like mine, if they find me with them cats you know they gonna bust my ass good!"

"Oh? You already have a criminal record?" Gina asked.

"Hey, man, I seen this social worker chick one day, she opened up my file for the first time," Chato said, grinning impishly at the memory. "You know, she didn't know from shit about me and it was the first time she ever seen my rap sheet. She was one of them religious freaks, you know, thirty or forty, something ancient like that. Anyway, when she opened up that file and started running down my rap sheet she damned near pissed her panties! Wow, the look she got on her face! It was almost worth getting busted again just to check that broad out!"

"Maybe it wouldn't do for you to get caught with them," Gina suggested. "And this time, you, know, they're facing a murder indictment too."

"I'm hip!" Chato exclaimed. "Shit, I know what they been doing!"

"Do you think they'll allow themselves to be arrested peacefully?"

"Shit; that Eddie and Joey, they gonna go out blasting," Chato said with an indifferent shrug. "They both of them done enough time already that the pigs ain't gonna mess with 'em -- they'll just level 'em and say they was trying to escape or something. Arid Sandy, she don't care much one way or another. I think she'd like to try taking on a pig or two herself."

"And what are you going to be doing while all this shooting is taking place?" Gina asked.

"Man, I hope I'm on the floorboards in the back seat," Chato muttered fervently. "Jail, it ain't no picnic spot but it sure don't last as long as that hole in the ground!"

"You don't have to face the risk of being there for that final shootout, you know," Gina reminded the girl.

"Yeah, I seen it coming a long time ago," Chato sneered. "You mean, I get you two untied right now and you split, taking me along with you. Then you turn me over to the cops, tell 'em where Sandy and the rest are, and I go off to the pen for ten or fifteen years so I can learn how to sing hymns and make shoes, right? Bullshit!"

Gina tried to protest that she had not meant that at all, though she could not deny that she had intended for Chato to make some kind of arrangement with the police.

"Get off it," Chato repeated, paying no attention to her protests. "I'm breaking parole right now -- they find out I been anywhere near that bunch arid it's back to the shoe factory for me! No, I ain't gonna have nothing to do with the cops!"

"I'm sorry," Gina murmured. "I didn't know about the parole."

"Well, you know it now," Chato grumbled. "No cops, no way!"

"All right, you know what's best for you," Gina agreed. "But tell me this, though: don't you get tired of being mistreated? Of being used, like an old piece of clothing? I mean, Sandy and the rest, they aren't exactly interested in your well-being!"

"She's right," Pete agreed, seeing the direction Gina was heading in her talk with the girl. "They're only using you and it probably won't be too long before they get tired of you and drop you somewhere. Knowing them, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't take any chances on you telling anyone where they left you."

"You mean, they might try to waste me once they decide to split, huh?"

"Wouldn't it make sense, from their point of view?" Gina pressed. "You must admit, Chato, that they seem to be awfully ready to use those pistols they have!"

"Sure, they might try to waste me," Chato muttered. "I thought of that already. I'm just gonna have to make sure that I split before they decide to get rid of me, that's all. But it ain't gonna be here, that's for sure. Way up in these fucking mountains, the ass-end of nowhere? No, I ain't splitting till we get to some place where there's some people and a city!"

"I hope that isn't too late," Gina observed.

"Aw, screw it," Chato said with a shrug of despair. "Worrying about it ain't gonna help none. Hey, you wanna ball your guy while they're gone? Huh? Slip yourself in a free fuck?"

"What?" Gina asked, unable to believe her ears.

"Him! You wanna screw him real quick?" Chato said, motioning toward Pete. "Union, it might make you both feel better to get a whack at each other again! Whaddaya say, huh?"

"We weren't sleeping together before you arrived," Gina insisted. "Honest we weren't!"

"Yeah, I'll believe that the day they vote me a pension!" Chato sneered. "A good-looking guy like him, hung like a bull elephant, and you wasn't getting yourself a cuntful of his cock every time you turned around? What kinda fool you think I am, huh?"

"Very well, believe what you will, but the truth is exactly what I told you," Gina said.

"Well? How about it? You gonna get yourself screwed? You might not have another chance like this for a while," Chato pointed out. "Lookit the cock on him -- it's only half hard now but man, you could work him up in no time at all and then it'd be heaven all the way!"

Gina looked over at Pete; he modestly dropped his eyes, but not before she caught the sudden look of interest in them. It was then that she realized his desire for her. Knowing that he was interested had an effect and decided her in favor of the act.

"I ... I don't suppose you'd untie us," she ventured. "So we could do it properly, I mean?"

"Not a chance!" Chato said, firmly shaking her head. "I'll help him get his cock up your cunt but them ropes stay just the way they are!"

"All right, I think I'd like that," Gina admitted, giving him a shy smile that brought an answering smile to his face. "How will we do it, though? I don't know how I could manage to do it with my hands tied like this."

"You just lean over him and lick him up good," Chato said. "When you get his cock hard enough I'll show you a way. Go on, honey, bend over him and suck him up!"

Gina felt herself being pressed forward by her intemperate body. She moved awkwardly, due to her hands being tied behind her back, but she managed to get her mouth over his prick. It took only a short while to bring his prick back to an erection.

"You sure you wouldn't rather go ahead and suck him off again?" Chato asked when she looked up expectantly. "The way you done it before, it looked like you was really digging it!"

"So I was," Gina agreed. "But this time, if you can arrange it, I'd much rather have him in my cunt for a regular fuck! Mmm, it's such a lovely cock; I'm sure it's going to make my pussy sing and hum with joy!"

"I don't know about that," Chato wryly remarked, "but I bet he'll sure make it cum! Yeah, there ain't many guys that could match that for pure cock. That Joey, he's something else, but most guys couldn't raise anything like that!"

"What do you want me to do?" Gina asked. "I've got him plenty hard; there are a lot of fucks in that prick now!"

"Yeah, you know how to use that mouth of yours," Chato agreed. "Okay, first you lay do your back and pull your knees way up high -- yeah, that's the way. And now you, stud, you lay next to her but going across her, see? Oh, wow, you got the idea already!"

When they had arranged themselves in the manner Chato had dictated, their bodies formed a large T; Pete's form comprised the crossbar and Gina's body made the upright, with her head at the bottom of the figure.

"Oohh, I get it!" Gina exclaimed with wonder. "When I lower my legs down I'll be just right for him to go in me! Mmm, what a way to do it! Are you going to put him in me?"

"You know it," Chato muttered. "First I might have myself a little suck offa that dick of: his. Yeah, he's stiff as a fucking board now, and hot too! You're gonna howl when you feel him going up your cunt! Mmm, I love to eat dick! Here, lemme give that pussy of yours a little lick too -- wow, you really got a honey pot down there!"

Chato mouthed them both for a moment, exclaiming over the joy of sucking them. Gina felt her body surge to a new plateau of feeling when the girl's skilled, uninhibited tongue darted between the lips of her pussy and probed the mouth of her cunt; she groaned with unfeigned pleasure and wriggled herself against Chato's lips.

"God, I never knew I could enjoy such things!" she marveled. "Ooohh, what a bitch I'm turning out to be!"

"Shit, you ain't nothing but a chick," Chato grunted. "And every chick loves to have her pussy licked! I don't know what to think about you -- if that's what all that education does for you I'm sure glad I quit school when I did! Man, you're really screwed up, I'm beginning to think!"

With that, she took Pete's cock in her fingers and aimed it toward the wet, hot mouth of Gina's cunt, directing the girl to make a few minor adjustments as she fitted the cock into place. Gina sucked in a sharp breath upon feeling the thick tip of the rod pierce her cunt opening; she was supremely sensitive and shuddered with pleasure at the sensual contact.

"Okay, you just hold it there for a minute," Chato warned her. "As soon as he gets the head of it worked into your cunt, then you can start fucking him back. You can't rock and roll too much, though, or else you'll work it loose and it'll come out."

"Mmm, I don't want that to happen!" Gina fervently declared, spreading her legs slightly and quivering as Pete tilted himself against her and shoved more of his prick up her tight cunt. "Ooohh, God, it's driving me out of my mind already! Ugghh! I never felt it like this; it's never been so good in all my life!"

"Wow, you've got the tightest cunt I ever felt!" Pete marveled. "It's like fucking a virgin! Mmm, it's a furnace!"

Chato squatted beside them and watched with interest as they began working their bodies in unison. After a moment she dropped her right hand between her thighs and started caressing her own pussy, working the tip of her middle finger into the mouth of her cunt and then withdrawing it to glide over the swollen clitoral bud.

"Agghh! It's slicing my cunt apart!" Gina moaned, writhing with abandoned joy. "Oohh, why didn't I have the courage to try this before? I love it! I love it so!"

By flexing her hips, slightly, she discovered, she could move her cunt up and down as Pete thrust his cock into it; the added sensation brought additional cries of agonized pleasure to her lips and she began moving more vigorously. Soon her movements were very free and then, just as Chato had warned, his prick popped free from the tight grip she had fastened upon it.

"Mmmm! Oooohh! Get it in me!" she cried out sharply, twisting about with a desperate urgency. "Ugghh! Fuck me, fuck me! I want your cock!"

Chato grinned and reached out to take the shaft in her own hands. Before reseating it between the thick, passion-darkened lips; she applied her mouth to it with a quick, decisive flourish; Pete groaned with pleasure when he felt her tongue rasp against the sensitive head. Then she aimed it back into Gina's cunt.

"There it is!" she muttered tensely. "Now be careful, honey, and don't rock 'n roll so much or else it'll come out again! You want it in you, not out here fucking the open air!"

"I want it in me!" Gina fervently agreed. "Oohh, yes, I want it in my cunt! Agghh! Mmmm! So good, so fucking good!"

Chato again thrust her hand between her thighs and resumed her manipulation of her hot slit. Her eyes widened and brightened when she saw the way Pete began thrusting and driving at a faster pace; she suspected that he was nearing a climactic explosion of his own. Gina's grunts and moans multiplied and intensified, leaving no doubt of her abundant pleasure. She had learned her lesson, however; she fucked back at him with cautious little hip rolls and took no chances on losing his cock again. The thick shaft pistoned in and out of her slit, sliding easily into the moist, warm tunnel; it glistened wetly with her love juice.

"You're jacking him off with your cunt!" Chato suddenly exclaimed. "Yeah, I can see how it's working the skin back and forth over his dick! Man, you're really fucking him now! Get it on, honey, get it on and make that cum roll outta your hot little cunt! Wow, is he ever humping the meat to you! His balls look the size of baseballs! He's gonna shoot a wad of cum up your cunt that'll make your head swim!"

"Unngghh! Do it to me!" Gina panted, her voice hoarse and tense with lusty feeling. "Shoot it up me; let me feel it going up my cunt! Ooohh, you're fucking me so well! It was never like this, not ever! Agghh!"

"I can feel it too!" Pete cried out, tensing his body and sending his cock zooming deep into her body. "Oh, wow, your cunt's the hottest thing I ever fucked! Come on, Gina, bear down and squeeze my dick! I've got it now; I've got it and I'm cuming! Aurrgghhh!"

When she felt his dick suddenly swell until it seemed its diameter had nearly doubled, Gina knew that it was happening. After two preliminary twitches the flood burst within her cunt. His cock began shooting out thick jets of scalding cream, spraying the manly spew over every portion of her cunt's interior and bringing her to a climactic frenzy that raced through her body with the speed of light. She flattened herself against the floor to push against him better; the extra muscular tension she engendered had the effect of making her own orgasmic surges all the more powerful.

"Wow, you two guys are really making it!" Chato muttered as she thrust two stiffened fingers deep into her own hungry little cunt. "Yeah, you're creaming all over each other! C'mon, honey, work that cunt around him; make it good for him! Jack him off, suck him with your cunt! Get that cream up your cunt -- it'll do you a lot of good!"

"Ooohh, my cunt!" Gina softly wailed. "It's coming off, it's melting inside me! Uhhh! I'll never be the same after this!"

She continued to writhe against Pete with gradually decreasing intensity until at last she had completely exhausted her body's arousal. When at last she lay still, heaving and panting from the strenuous exertion, she looked to be completely limp. Pete's cock still retained nearly all its erection, however, and it looked to be as large as ever. Chato's eyes bored into the junction of their bodies; her fingers continued to work in and out of her slit.

"Hey, he's still got a hardon!" she whispered. "Yeah, he's got a lot of cock left! Honey, you wanna fuck him again? Get that little cunt of yours reamed out really good? He's still hot for it, even if he did nearly drill a hole in the bottom of your cunt that time!"

"Mmm, did he ever!" Gina murmured. "I could feel it in so deep I thought I was going to die! What? He's still hard? Omigod, I can't fuck him any more; I'm almost dead now!"

"Sure, you can make it again," Chato urged. "This time he'll be fucking into a big puddle of hot cum; you'll be able to feel it sloshing around in there and you'll want it more than ever!"

"No, I can't do it," Gina protested. "There's no feeling left -- I've fucked it all out! I've fucked myself senseless!"

"You can do it," Pete urged, wanting to continue the savagely exciting pleasure. "I'll work it in and out of you awhile and before you know it you'll be wanting to fuck some more!"

He began thrusting against her limp body, driving his cock in and out with a slow but relentless motion. When he withdrew his dick, preparatory to sending it lunging it into her body again, Chato's sharp eyes noticed the thick coating of sperm and cunt oils.

"Hey, he's really coated with the spunk!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, that's something to see! And that pussy of yours -- it's so dark and flushed, you must still be hot as a pistol!"

Gina could not deny that her body did indeed possess unsuspected reserves of sensual desire. Even though she had felt totally enervated by her previous climax, she could also feel her clitoris springing into life with new energy and her nipples began aching with that familiar, rhythmic throb. Within a very short time she was groaning and whimpering with abandon as Pete's cock shot back and forth in her pussy.

"Shit, this is too much!" Chato muttered, pulling her hand from her pussy and bending over them. "Honey, I got to get in there and lick me some pussy! Looking at you two fuck, it's making me so damned horny I can't see straight!"

She bent over Pete's trembling body and pressed her lips down to Gina's overheated pussy. She extended her tongue, scraped it over the scarlet fold of flesh enclosing the pistoning cock, and then lifted up to caress Gina's swollen clitoris.

"Agghh! Ooohh!" Gina exclaimed. "Owww! You're on my clit, you're doing it to me! Mmm, again! I can't stand it, it's killing me! Ooohh, you're sucking me so hard!"

Chato was not confining her attentions solely to Gina's pussy by any means. She alternated the darts of her tongue and gave ample attention to Pete's lusciously anointed prick. Her lascivious caresses acted upon their desire like a bellows attached to a furnace: within a very short time they were both grunting fiercely and throwing themselves against each other with unbridled fury.

"Agghh! Unngghh!" Pete exclaimed. "Work it, baby, work it hard! Mmm, you're fucking me to death! Ahh, get that cunt around me!"

"Owww! Aiieee!" Gina cried out, twisting and writhing with sensual delight. "Ooohh, your prick's slicing my cunt apart! Unnhh! You're making me want to cum more than ever!"

Chato said nothing, having her mouth fully engaged in caressing their tightly coupled sexual organs; she had resumed her fingerfucking and was fluttering her fingers around in her cunt in a desperate effort to bring herself to the same sensual peak as the couple. Her hyperactive tongue did the work. Although neither Pete nor Gina would probably have been able to cum again so suddenly by their own efforts, Chato's abandoned use of her lips and tongue provided just the added degree of stimulation needed to transform their bodies into dynamos of sexual joy. Their cries and groans of delight wheezed out as they continued to push and shove against each other. Chato never ceased her oral caresses, licking them completely through the orgasm; their electric joy flowed into her loins and soon she was grunting and panting, too.

"Wow-eee, that was some fucking session!" she muttered, wearily bringing herself into an erect, kneeling position and smiling down at them. "You two, you're really something else! I don't know if I ever saw any couple go at it quite the way you do."

"I don't know about Pete," Gina said with a shy smile, "but I'm sure that there aren't very many women who ever wanted it quite as badly as I did just now. I wouldn't have believed that I could have two cums like that in such a short period of time!"

"What was so unusual about the way we did it?" Pete asked, seeing that Gina's remark had not been really addressed to the point Chato had been trying to make. "I mean, it was damned good, as good as any I ever had before. And especially that second one -- when you were helping out. But that isn't what you were talking about, was it?"

"I don't know," Chato mumbled, obviously unused to the struggle of putting her feelings into precise words. "It was just ... well, you know when Joey fucks you, or just about any other guy I ever saw, you sort of feel like he's really in some kind of fight with you. Kinda like he was trying to push you down in the ground, you know? But you two, you didn't screw that way. It was different somehow; I don't know what it was."

"There's a difference in the two men," Gina said after a moment's consideration of the girl's statement. "And I think I know what you mean about Joey -- it's almost as if he were trying to use you, to prove his superiority or something like that. And he's certainly a lot rougher, a lot less considerate, than Pete here. Pete's got a really nice, kind and gentle way of fucking, even when he's doing it as hard as he can!"

"Yeah, something like that," Chato agreed. "Gentle -- I guess that's it."

"I was just doing it the only way I knew how," Pete told them. "I mean, I wasn't trying to do anything different or special, you know."

"That was the best part about it," Gina told him. "You weren't trying to do anything except get all the pleasure you could, and give me pleasure too. I guess that's the difference between you and Joey, when you get right down to it -- you're simply a much nicer man!"

"Shit, this is turning into a goddamned love feast," Chato grunted. "But it'll be something a lot different if they come back and find you two all locked up like that! They'll raise holy hell if they find out you been fucking without them telling you to go ahead and do it. We better do something fast!"

Gina knew that she was telling the truth; she suspected that the trio, especially Sandy and Joey, could easily be capable of anything.

"What can we do?" she asked. "All they'll have to do is to look between my legs and they'll know what's been happening here!"

"Mmm, I can fix that," Chato said after reflecting for a moment. "Yeah, I know just the way to fix that up -- and it's one that you might dig too!"

"You mean. ..." Gina began, remembering the way Sandy had extracted Joey's cum from the girl's cunt.

"Yeah, the same way!" Chato muttered. "Shit, I been wanting to try that myself and here's my chance! Union, girl, slide up and get that prick outta your cunt so I can lick it out of you! Man, I think I'm gonna like this a lot!"

Gina hesitated a moment but she knew it was no use; if Sandy felt or looked between her thighs and found the telltale evidence of their sexual activity it could well mean serious trouble. She hated the thought of willfully participating in perversions but she disliked even more the thought of Sandy's vengeance. The memory of the woman's harsh, merciless character was enough to decide her.

"All right, you win," she conceded. "Here, I'll edge away from him. But you be ready to start taking it as soon as his cock slips out of me!"

"I'll be there," Chato promised. "Don't you worry none about that! I'm hot to get me a mouthful of cum! I'll lick it out of you till you won't know which end is up! Union, honey, get that cock out and lift them legs up in the air -- I'm ready to do some cuntlapping!"

The excitement in Chato's voice affected Gina strongly, making her far more receptive to the girl's advances than she would ever have dreamed possible. Pete's prick slid out of her hole easily and she brought her legs up high. Chato bent over her, holding the legs back and exposing the frothy mouth of her cunt; she waited a moment until Gina's abdominal contractions had forced a portion of the rich, masculine cream out of her cunt. Then she bent forward, fastened her mouth to the opening, and slurped.

"Ooohh! That's out of sight!" Gina moaned, startled by the sensual shock of the girl's attack. "Omigod, it's so good! Mmm, you're lapping me, you're sucking me! I feel it, I feel it all over! Unngghh! Your tongue, it's halfway up my cunt! Ooohh! Owww!"

Chato worked quickly but skillfully. She forced her tongue deep into the hot, moist opening and sucked strongly; this, together with Gina's strong muscular contractions, sufficed to expel virtually all of the cum from the depths of her cunt. Chato finished her off with kisses around the edge of the cuntal opening, kisses which removed every vestige of semen and restored her pussy to its original pristine condition. Gina's sensual awareness demanded more, however, and she found it impossible to keep from asking the girl to return to her sucking.

"Ahhh, do it some more!" she panted. "You've gotten me hot again; I want to cum again! Unngghh! My cunt's throbbing like crazy; I need another fucking! Mmmm, it's killing me!"

"I get you again in a minute maybe," Chato promised. "First I gotta lick his cock off too. When they come back, everything's gonna be all clean and they won't know nothing ever happened!"

She bent over Pete and took his prick into her mouth. She sucked him quickly and quite as skillfully as she had sucked Gina; it apparently made no difference to her whether she was eating a man or a woman. Her lips roamed up and down the length of his cock, licking every trace of sexual excess from it; when she finally removed her lips And leaned back to inspect it, the rod glowed wetly but showed no trace of the exciting things which had happened to it.

"Yeah, they won't never know you popped your nuts inside her cunt," she said with a grin of proud accomplishment. "Here, lemme take another peek at that pussy of yours, just to be sure I didn't miss anything."

She subjected Gina to another critical inspection and, seeing another tiny pearl of cum welling from the lips of her pussy, bent over to extract it. Gina, still highly excited by the girl's skillful use of her lips and tongue, groaned painfully and writhed against her mouth.

"Ahhh! What a slut I must be, to love that so much!" she exclaimed. "I never did anything with girls before, I swear it! And yet here I am, dying to have you eating my pussy again!"

"Shit, that don't mean nothing," Chato said with a cool shrug. "You mean you think maybe you're turning into a queer, is that it? Listen, girl, if you was a queer you wouldn't want nothing but girls, dig? I've seen some chicks like that and man, they didn't want nothing but pussy, pussy, pussy! Not you, honey, you really dig the cock too! Shit, you ain't queer; you're just a hot-assed broad that likes to ball and it don't matter none whether it's a dude or a chick. Ain't nothing wrong with that!"

"Oh, I wish I could really believe that," Gina exclaimed. "I feel such a terrible sense of ... well, of being wrong in wanting that so much. And yet I enjoyed it too -- oh, wow, did I ever enjoy it! I could feel your tongue like it was ... like it was Pete's cock, almost!"

"So? What's so far-out about that?" Chato grunted. "What the hell, a cunt's just a cunt -- it don't know whether it's being licked by a dude or by a chick! As long as I'm digging it, that's the main thing!"

"I was digging it," Gina vowed. "Was I ever!"

"Hey, you two get back to laying like you was when they left," Chato hissed, rising to her feet and stalking over to the cabin door. "I think I hear 'em coming back!"



Chapter 8

Chato was correct: Sandy and her two companions entered the cabin shortly after she had given her warning. When they surveyed their captives, Pete and Gina looked almost exactly as they had when the trio had left.

"Yeah, that's nice, kid," Sandy said to Chato. "Okay, let's see. It's getting late here. How about throwing something together for a meal? Chato, what kinda cook are you?

"Huh? Man, I never cooked nothing!" Chato exclaimed, looking very shocked that she could even be considered for such a task.

"Okay, that means we get some spaghetti from the wop bitch," Sandy said. "Chato, get a knife or something and cut her loose so she can do her thing in the kitchen. I don't care what it is, just throw something together so we won't starve to death, got it.

Gina nodded sullenly, irritated at having to play cook for the group, but not daring to make her lack of goodwill too obvious. She rubbed her wrists after Chato had slashed the cords and began searching through the supplies stacked against the rear wall of the cabin. After making her selection from the several cans she found there, she dumped them into appropriate pots and began heating them. A savory aroma soon filled the cabin.

"Hey, that smells like stew!" Joey exclaimed. "I never smelled no spaghetti and meatballs that smelled like stew; what's the matter with that slut? Don't she know she ain't supposed to eat stew?"

Gina colored brightly at his insulting reference to her Italian ancestry; she longed to tell him that she detested spaghetti but dared not reply to his insults. She quietly dished the stew onto the plates, added a helping of fruit cocktail and announced that dinner was ready.

"It don't look like much," Felton remarked from his seat at the table. "And what the hell are you leaving. it over there for? We're sitting over here! C'mon, you whore, serve us right!"

Gina bit back the sharp retort that nearly burst from her throat and meekly carried the plates to the table. Felton took advantage of the opportunity, when she was bent over and distributing the plates, to run his hand up the inside of her thighs; she stiffened abruptly at this invasion of her privacy but said nothing. His hand rose higher, engaged the lips of her pussy and scraped against them. Then he removed his hand, allowing her to go on about her duties.

"I felt hotter pussies," he said as he lifted his fork and dug into his plate. "What'n hell are you two getting so worked up about over her for? I don't see nothing special about her."

"Aw, Eddie, you just ain't into fucking women too much," Joey said. "I really dig it, though, and you can take it from me: that broad's got a twat on her that won't stop! Man, she's a prick-loving fool from the word go!"

"Okay, it don't matter none to me," Felton grunted. "If she can't screw no better'n she can cook I sure feel sorry for you! Ugghh, this stuff is damned near as bad as what my old lady used to serve up!"

"It ain't so bad," Sandy consoled him. "It helps a lot if you just think about all them steaks and lobsters we're gonna have when we get all that coin into civilization. Man, thinking about stuff like that will make anything taste better, even this slop!"

"Yeah, look on the bright side," Joey agreed. "There's better days ahead, man, and we're gonna be living like kings!"

After they had finished eating Felton told Gina that she could divide the remaining stew and fruit cocktail between herself and Pete, whose hands would be untied long enough to allow him to eat, She dished them up a generous helping of the food while Chato untied him; Joey hefted his ever-present pistol and watched them as they cleared their plates.

"Okay, now you can wash them plates and things," Joey ordered as soon as they had finished. "Chato, you dry, huh? Here, Sandy, hold the gun on that punk while I tie him back up. He's the sort that just might want to play hero if we gave him half a chance."

Pete had indeed considered his chances of making a bid for freedom when he had been eating but had quickly discarded all such considerations. Felton sat in a spot which gave him a clear view of almost the entire room and had his own automatic stuffed into his belt, close to his right hand; Sandy also gave every sign of being thoroughly alert and ready to snuff out any action he might take. There was no doubt about it: they were skilled at their business and showed no sign of weakening their vigilant surveillance.

"That stuff wasn't so bad," Chato murmured to Gina as she helped her dry the dinner dishes. "I've had worse, you can bet on that."
Thanks, but I'm not much of a cook," Gina whispered.

"We can do without that mumbling over there," Joey warned them. "Chato, I told you to dry dishes, not run a fucking gossip session!"

"Okay, okay," Chato assured him.

As soon as the dishes were finished Joey motioned for Gina to go back to the cot. She hesitated to do so, fearing that they had some evil plan in store for her, but he quickly erased that notion from her mind.

"You can sleep on the cot or tied up beside your beaver-chopped boyfriend," he said. "Which way do you want it? Either way you're gonna be tied up nice 'n tight, just so's you won't get any ideas about wandering off in the middle of the night."

"I'll take the cot," she instantly said, not wanting to spend a night on the bare wooden floor.

"To hell with that noise," Felton growled. "Put the bitch on the floor. Where the fuck do you think we're gonna ,sleep? I ain't racking out on no floor, not when there's a cot to be had."

"Yeah, I guess you're right there," Joey agreed. "Okay, there's two cots and three of us. That means two sleep while one sits up to keep watch, huh?"

"I'm glad you finally got around to figuring that out," Felton said with heavy sarcasm. "That's real smart of you. Just for that you can flip Sandy for the other cot. I'm sacking out. Uh, wake me up in four hours, whoever's on watch then."
Joey wrapped another length of cord. around Gina's wrists, securely fastening them behind her, and pushed her onto the floor. Chato threw a piece of canvas and a sleeping bag over them; in order to make the most of the scant cover Gina had to huddle close to Pete. This was no hardship under the circumstances: she was rapidly losing every one of her inhibitions and in fact she discovered that she rather liked the feel of his naked flesh next to her own. Had her hands been free she would certainly have felt powerfully tempted to run them over his body, stirring him into hard, hot life; as it was, she could only press herself lightly against him and remember the thrilling sensation of his prick spearing deep into her cunt. Ordinarily that exciting thought would have keyed her up to a high pitch of excitement but, due to the long day and the multitude of stresses to which she had, been subjected during it, she fell asleep almost immediately.

They slept late the next morning, waking well after sunrise. Felton roused them all, grumbling and snarling like a wounded bear. He kicked the piece of canvas and the sleeping bag off Gina and Pete, then ordered Chato to untie Gina so that she could put some breakfast together. She concocted a huge omelet, using some of the dried eggs from Pete's larder, and managed to feed them all fairly satisfactorily.

"Nothing like some coffee and eggs to give a feller some horny thoughts," Joey said after he had cleaned his plate. "Ain't that right, Sandy? I got it in mind to take our little wop bitch here and show her a few more things. You know, like some of them things you 'n me was talking about last night? I bet she'd pick up on them right off!"

Gina looked up, startled by his cryptic remark, but he had no intention of enlightening her further.

"Yeah, she might as well find out about it now as later," Sandy agreed, giving Gina a mocking smile. "Who knows? She might think it was the greatest thing ever!"

"What are you talking about?" Gina asked, although she was almost afraid to know the answer to her question. "More lewdness, no doubt; is that what you have in mind? More of your perverted schemes?"

"You sure do have a big mouth," Sandy muttered, frowning heavily. "I'm gonna have to bash you one across the chops before we leave here. But for right now, I guess we'll have some other kind of fun for you. I'm sure gonna get a bang outta watching this!"

"Get down there and kneel over that chair," Joey told her, taking a position beside the chair he had indicated and motioning for her to hurry. "C'mon, girl, I ain't gonna stand around all day while you make up your mind!"

Gina went over to the chair and knelt down as he ordered. They had not yet retied her hands; apparently they had little concern for the possibility of her escaping. What with Sandy, Felton and Joey all on the alert, she had to admit that the possibility was nil. She knelt before the chair and bent across its seat, all too aware that the posture exposed her pussy through the backs of her thighs. They were all stark naked, except for Felton; the leader of the gang still wore his clothes and watched with faint interest as his partners prepared another chapter in Gina's continuing degradation.

The girl was now too familiar with her captors and their warped minds to waste any effort on pleading for mercy. She knew that they were entirely ignorant of that quality and would have scorned it had they felt any shred of it in their hearts. Of the quartet, only Chato had a look of compassion and of course she dared not do anything but cooperate thoroughly with the robbers.

"Have a look at this and tell me if I'm doing it wrong," Sandy sneered as she lowered herself onto the floor and inched her loins into place directly beneath Gina's eyes. "I always wanted to know if maybe having a lot of education meant you could do a better job of fingerfucking! Take a peek, honey, and tell me if maybe I'm doing it wrong"

"I don't know why you think I should be an expert on the subject," Gina muttered sullenly. "It isn't the sort of thing that's taught in school, you know!"

"Maybe not, but a classy chick like you, somebody that's spent a lot of time with her nose in books 'n stuff, she oughta know a lot about how to make the old honeypot bubble 'n boil!"

With that, she opened her thighs wide, slipped closer to the chair -- and to Gina's eyes -- and began manipulating the thick -- lipped fold of flesh bisecting her loins. Even though she hated herself for being so weak, Gina could not help watching. It seemed that any sort of sexual activity, even the most perverted and depraved, was coming to exert an irresistible influence upon her. Each day she was less -- and less able to prevent her body from responding to erotic stimulation, no matter what its course or type.

Sandy's skilled, practiced fingers roamed over her pussy, prying here and poking there. She pulled the lips apart with the tips of her fingers, opening the flaps to expose the inner surfaces. Gina's heart nearly leaped into her mouth when she saw the ugly, compelling slit being displayed at such intimate quarters. There were greasy strands of gummy, white material in every crevice of the slit, the residue of previous bouts with herself or with others; the furrow's rich scent, ripe and musky with stale rutting, drifted up into her nostrils and set her brain to thudding with excitement. Sandy pressed back the small fold of skin enclosing her clitoris and brought it into view: the tiny, budlike projectile reared out of its hiding place like a miniature penis.

"She's getting there!" Joey exclaimed, testing her arousal by inserting a finger into her pussy from the rear. "This little babe, she just don't know anything but screwing!"

"We just wanted to make sure that you were still able to get your cunt hot," Sandy told Gina, continuing to finger her own meaty furrow. "You know, in case you were getting ready to pull the high-and-mighty act, we'd just crimp that right at the start by showing you that your pussy's no better'n anybody else's -- it'll get a hot sweat on as quick as any of 'em!"

Gina moaned miserably, distraught and ashamed of her quickness to respond to the woman's depraved acts. She could not deny that they were right, though; she had felt a sudden thrill when Joey's finger had penetrated her and even if he had not intended it as a gesture of love, she still wanted to feel it again. Almost as if he could read her mind, Joey again probed her with his finger. She sucked in a deep breath upon feeling the mouth of her cunt being spread by the questing digit; it easily slipped into the hot, moist opening and brought a moan of savage joy to her lips.

"Yeah, you might think you're something extra," Sandy sneered, extending a finger into her own cunt and then adding another, "but when it comes to fucking and sucking and all that, you're just like the rest of us! Shit, if we gave you half a chance you'd be just like me or Chato -- out fucking everything that's got a cock on it!"

"Shit, she'd make a good little whore," Joey added. "Maybe we could take her with us! You know, work her over a little, maybe get her hooked good 'n solid on shit and then turn heir out to work the streets. Hell, I bet she could pick up a hundred bucks a night easy!"

"Yeah, and she'd still have enough cunt left over to make her pimp a mighty happy man," Sandy added. "How about that, you fucking wop? Like to start working the streets? Hustling for a pimp?"

"Maybe we could sell her to some guy," Joey went on, growing more intense as he got into the subject. "You know, maybe Big Jack down in Frisco?"

"Yeah, he'd pay a nice little bit to get a piece like you on his string," Sandy chuckled. "Big Jack, he's a spade, see? And he's got a cock on him like nothing you ever saw before! You might think Joey's hung but shit, he ain't even in it when you measure him up beside Big Jack! Honey, he'd fuck your little ass ragged and then send you out on the streets so hungry for more dick you'd fuck a lamp post if it had a ten-dollar bill!"

Gina shuddered weakly. She suspected that they were only teasing her, yet there was a tone of sincerity in their words which chilled her blood. They were eminently capable of making good on their threat, she fully believed, and her heart pounded fearfully when she heard them describing her future as a prostitute.

"Shit, we don't need to bother with her," Joey said after a while, tiring of the game. "All the money we got from that bank, we'll be living like kings! Let Big Jack go find his own ass if he wants it!"

"Yeah, it's too much trouble to cart that bitch around," Sandy agreed. "I think I'd get sick if I had to look at her every day and listen to her whine and piss around about how nice and clean she is!"

"Aw, she's just putting on a little act for us," Joey protested, only half-serious. "Way down inside, you know, she's just a plain whore, that's all. Why, her cunt's already so hot and juicy you'd think she was frying bacon inside it!"

"Well, maybe you'd better get on with it," Sandy suggested. "You got your cock hard yet?"

"No, I been so busy fingerfucking her cunt I ain't had time to get it up yet," ,he said. "What if I was to come around there and let her suck me up good 'n hard? I bet that'd keep her little kettle boiling good!"

"Come on," Sandy said. "Maybe Chato'd like to play with her pussy for a little while, huh? She ain't been doing nothing but watching us go at it."

Chato readily agreed to take Joey's place at the girl's rump while the man moved around to the other side of the chair. He knelt over Sandy, who continued to toy with her pussy, and presented Gina with his cock. It was semi-hard; her heart pounded madly when he forced back the foreskin and waved the naked head in front of her lips.

Although she castigated herself for doing so, she could not help opening her lips when he thrust the brutal rod closer. Her mouth closed over the soft, silken head, sucking it inward; her tongue cupped the thick hunk of masculinity and forced it against the roof of her mouth. Her hands came up to grasp the shaft of the tool and to steady it while her mouth worked its magic upon the more sensitive parts of the head.

"Man, she might be a college girl but she sure knows how to suck!" Joey exclaimed. "These old balls of mine, they sure know when they're getting it the right way!"

Gina's temperature rose abruptly as she felt the man's cock begin to grow and stiffen inside her mouth. The knowledge that she was affecting him, strongly had an effect upon her; her nipples began aching violently and she could feel her clitoris growing and swelling as her body prepared itself for more erotic struggle. Chato's fingers played over her pussy and heightened her desire even more. Sandy continued to finger her own cunt, lathering her hand with the abundant juices her passionate body produced as her lusts mounted higher and higher.

"Okay, that's a good, hard, dick," Joey mumbled, moving backward and taking his prick out of her mouth. "Yeah, you got it hard and now you get to work it down and make it soft! That's only right, ain't it? Sure it is!"

He moved around to her rear, shoving Chato aside with an impatient gesture. His hands moved down to her hips and probed between them; he slid a finger into her cunt and moved it to and fro. Gina moaned feverishly at the sudden invasion. Then, just when she was feeling his finger most intensely, he removed it and slid it upward an inch, pausing at the taut, brown ring of her anus. He worked his finger back and forth quickly, anointing the tiny aperture with her pussy's love juice.

"Ugghh! What are you doing?" Gina exclaimed, only slowly realizing that he was caressing a quite different part of her body now. "Leave that alone! Don't touch me there, please!"

Joey ignored her. He continued to wipe his finger back and forth until the outer portion of her anus was thoroughly coated with pussy juice. Then, after thoroughly wetting the finger once more, he plunged it deep into her rear! Gina howled with astonished anguish as the finger slid deep, spreading her anal sphincter and dealing out breathtaking surges of emotion.

"I'm just getting your asshole greased up," he told her. "So that when I shove my cock up it you'll be nice and slick! Sure, you might not have a cherry in your cunt but I bet there ain't been anybody fucking you up the asshole, have they now? No, I figured not!"

Gina's head reeled with sick, disgusted horror when she understood exactly what the horrible man intended. She had never given so much as a fleeting thought to the possibility of using that part of her body for sensual advantage; indeed she had always been taught to consider it as one of the "unspeakable areas" which ladies did not acknowledge having. And now he intended to use it in some vile, reprehensible manner!

"Oh, no!" she moaned. "You're not serious! Not even you, you can't mean it! Ooohh, no one could be that sick!"

"Ain't I serious?" he demanded. "What makes you think you're so damned different from anybody else around here? Sandy 'n Chato, they both dig it! They figure there ain't nothing much better'n getting a good assful of hot dick, ain't that right; you chicks?"

"Far-out, man!" Chato agreed. "It's a hell of a way to ball!"

"C'mon, girlie, wake up!" Sandy added. "You got the hole and it's got feeling, so why not use it? Shit, I even like to fingerfuck up the ass -- here; have a look and I'll show you what I mean!"

Gina was already looking down at the woman's wide -- spread pussy -- she had been too startled by Joey's attention to her anus to be able to move -- and saw Sandy shift the middle finger of her right hand from her cunt to her anus. The finger was already greasy with love juice and easily speared into the woman's anal opening.

"Ahhh! That's a pure kick in the head, that is!" Sandy breathed hoarsely. "Shit, sometimes I think I'd rather get fucked up the ass than do anything! Mmm, it's so fucking good!"

"Yeah, it's a real gas," Chato threw in. "It's great with a finger but man, when a big stud like Joey starts shoving the cock up your ass, that's when you really start living! It's outta sight, that's what it is!" "You're all insane!" Gina breathed. "This is too much! I'm not going to stand for this!"

She tried to get up from her kneeling position but Joey foiled that, reaching out to grasp the back of her neck and force her back down against the chair. Sandy also helped, taking a sturdy grip on her hair with her free hand and pulling her face back down. Thus caught and pinned from several directions, Gina could do little to prevent the shameful act from taking place.

Joey guided his prick into her cunt with his free hand. He made no effort to enter her in a gentle, kindly fashion; he simply lunged forward and allowed the cock to find its own proper angle of entry. His brutal thrust brought a cry of distress to Gina's lips; she wailed piteously as the thick-headed rod pushed the lips of her pussy aside and forced the mouth of her cunt to give way. He continued to press forward and soon had a good six inches of cock rammed into her cunt.

"I ain't gonna fuck you this way," he told her as she grunted furiously and struggled to free herself from their combined grips. "I'm just gonna get my prick oiled up good so that asshole of yours won't tear the skin off when I shove it up you! Oohh, you're gonna feel this, girlie; you're gonna feel it all over your body! By the time I get through with you you might not ever want to feel a cock in your cunt or mouth again -- I'm gonna turn you into a buttfucking broad for sure!"

With that, he extracted his prick from her cunt. It emerged glistening with her juices. He nosed it upward so that the thick, flaring head rested against her puckered anus. He paused there for a moment, savoring her humiliation and rubbing the shaft against the sensitive skin.

"Oh, please don't do that to me!" Gina whimpered weakly. "I've never done it that way! You're so big you'll tear me apart! You'll hurt me, you'll rip me open!"

"Not a chance," Joey said with a sneer. "This cock of mine, it's a real whang, sure enough, but it ain't never tore no woman open yet! Shit, it'll just make it feel all that much better for you! Hang on, girlie, I'm getting the fever and I want something tight around my cock! Here we go!"

With no more warning than that, he pressed forward and shoved hard against her ass. Her anal sphincter muscles held for a moment, resisting him mightily, but then she could maintain the pressure no longer. When Gina relaxed ever so slightly his prick surged into her anus with a rush and dodged there, a good three inches up her.

"Owww! OOOHH!" she cried out in obvious pain. "My God, it's too much! Ooohh, take it out! I beg you, get it out of me! It's killing me; it's cutting me apart! Agghh! Unngghhh!"

The prick's sudden, forceful entry had taken her completely by surprise. At first she felt a blinding, searing flash of pure pain shooting out from the tiny opening; it felt exactly as if he had heated a poker to a white, glowing temperature and had then plunged it into her body. She could feel nothing at first, apart from that total pain.

"Great day, if she ain't ever a tight one!" Joey whooped with delight. "Hot damn, that ass of hers has really got a bite to it! Go to it, girl, get that butt of yours to moving -- I'm gonna give you a fucking you'll remember for a long old time!"

Gina could not move; even breathing seemed to intensify that shattering pain at the base ,of her spine. When Joey began fucking himself into her with short, choppy strokes she gasped out a strangled, garbled plea for mercy; of course, he paid no attention to her. His prick dug deeper and deeper into her body as he continued to work himself against her.

"Just relax and go with him," Chato suddenly advised. "You might as well do it, honey; he ain't gonna stop fucking, not till he shoots his nuts off and fills you with cum!"

"Fuck back at him!" Sandy suddenly urged, continuing to work her finger into her own asshole and now adding another finger into the cunt opening. "Work your ass around, kid; get a good fuck motion going and you'll see how good it can be!"

Despite the shame and disgust she felt, Gina could not deny that the pain was swiftly disappearing. In its place, she now realized, came a fullness, a sensation of complete sensuality, which she could hardly believe was real. It swept over her body in a slow, relentless flood, moving outward from her anus; as the sensations mounted higher she felt her pussy and clitoris begin throbbing with urgent vibrations.

"My God, it can't be happening!" she murmured weakly. "It doesn't hurt anymore! Ooohh, my pussy! My clit! They're so alive, so full of feeling!"

"Yeah, that's the way it is when you're really tuned in for a good fuck up the ass," Sandy told her. "You're hip to it; I can see the look an your face! So get it on, you wop bitch, get it on and let yourself cum! He'll fuck it out of you if you don't relax and let it happen!"

"Unngghh! Aufgghh!" Joey growled. "Shit, this bitch don't never stop making me want to fuck! Mmm, I've got damn near all my cock up her and she's starting to make it! Yeah, get a wiggle in that ass of yours, honey; I've got you by the short hairs now!"

He rammed his prick home with a final, lunging drive that brought his balls flapping against the lips of her pussy with a strong slap. She cried out again but now her voice reflected the primitive emotions seething within her loins.

"Ooohh! Unngghh!" she groaned, twisting her buttocks from side to side and making his cock move about within her in ways that added to her rapidly mounting pleasure. "Ooohh, you're fucking me to death! I feel it all over my ass; it's making me want to cum more than ever!"

"Fuck her hard!" Chato cried out, sensing that she was about to have an orgasm. "Oohh, make her cum! Shove the meat up her ass!"

"Fuck it harder!" Gina wailed. "Agghh, fuck my asshole harder! Mmm, it's so good I can't hold it back any longer!"

"Huhhh!" Joey called out. "Man, I can feel it in my balls! You've got a milking machine hooked up to your asshole! It's pulling the cum outta my rocks! Owww-eeee, shake it, momma, shake that ass and milk my dong!"

He finished with a series of lightning-fast jabs into her ass. When he felt his balls give their red-hot contents the "go signal," he plastered himself against her and hung on tightly. His prick began spurting, shooting the scalding cum steeper into her.

"Owwww! Aiiieee!" she screamed. "Omigod, you're shooting cum all over me! It's up my ass! It's fucking me out of my head!"

Her senses had already been bludgeoned unmercifully by his prolonged attack, as well as by the other forms of stimulation to which she had been subjected, but now' Joey's orgiastic fulfillment provided her with the final dash of erotic excitement. Her cunt began pulsing rhythmically, throbbing in time with her heart's racing beat, and her anus twitched convulsively around Joey's thick cock. Again and again her body tensed, relaxed and tensed again as the powerfully satisfying climactic impulses spread out from her rear. The spray from Joey's prick tapered off to a slow dribble, then ceased altogether. Her body continued to throb gently for another few moments before it too relaxed and lapsed back into quiescence.

"Ooohh!" she whimpered softly. "I can't believe it really happened!"

"It happened," Joey assured her. "And you came -- you were tearing around here and whooping like a teenager at her first sex party!"

"I was right," Sandy added, withdrawing her fingers from her body and casually wiping them on her thigh before lifting herself into a sitting position. "I figured you'd be the kind who'd diddle in the ass about as well as in the cunt or in the mouth. Face it, kid, you're nothing but a whore at heart! Take off all that fancy education and that high-class upbringing and you're just a pure cunt, like the rest of us!"

Gina could not reply to that; she knew all too well that the woman had spoken the truth. She could not look at them, not even after Joey had pulled his prick from his ass and had left her alone. After a time she wearily got up from her kneeling position and went back to lie down beside Pete, ignoring the flood of cum which escaped from her ass and washed down onto her thighs. He looked at her with tender concern.

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore," she said, seeing the question in his eyes. "At least, it doesn't hurt physically. I'm a little sore but I suppose that's only to be expected."

"You mustn't pay too much attention to them," he whispered. "I mean, just because you happened to like what he did to you, all the rest of it doesn't follow. I don't believe that you're anything like a whore!"

She looked over at him, sure that he was only trying to make her feel less miserable, but he seemed to be utterly sincere. Before she could ask him what made him so sure about her true nature, Sandy sharply ordered them to be quiet.

"No need for holding conferences over there," she snapped. "Keep on talking and we'll tie one of you up outside!"

Their extended play with Gina, culminating in Joey's use of her, had apparently sapped some of their sprightliness and they listlessly sat around the cabin for most of the rest of the morning. By midafternoon they were hungry and Gina was again ordered to perform chef's duties. She put together a meal of sorts, watched while they ate and then washed up the dishes; neither she nor Pete felt like eating. She was still struck by the way she had responded so fervently to Joey's penetration of her ass. There was no denying that he had brought her great pleasure, though it brought a sense of deep shame to her when she admitted it.

Shortly after she had finished the dishes she looked up to finding Sandy sitting beside Felton, deeply engaged in conversation with him. Apparently the talk was taking a randy turn because he was reaching into the front of her shirt and feeling of one of her breasts. She, in turn, had placed her hand over his fly, about where his prick would be located. Seeing them thus engaged, Gina now remembered that Felton had not earlier showed any sexual interest in any of them. Why should he now be engaged in sensual play with Sandy, she asked herself. Of course, Gina could not answer the question.

"Chato, come over here and give Eddie some head," Sandy ordered. "He's getting into a loving frame of mind and we oughta do everything we can to help him out."

Chato obeyed quickly enough, although Gina thought she detected a sign of reluctance on the young girl's face. She came over to Felton, who rose up from his chair and unfastened his trousers. The garment dropped around his ankles; he wore no underwear. He tucked up the grimy tee-shirt that was his only other garment, fully exposing his prick, and beckoned Chato forward. Gina found it difficult to keep from laughing when she saw the man's cock: it was a tiny bulb, so small as to appear utterly inoffensive. It was barely an inch long and Chato had to brush back the dark, bushy pubic fur in order to get her mouth on it. She quickly took it, however; kneeling in front of the man she lifted her face and began sucking him just as though he might have been Joey or some other superlatively well-endowed man.

"Joey, you keep an eye on them two over there," Sandy said, gesturing toward Gina and Pete as she walked to the suitcase they had stuck into a corner. "I'm going to get my little gadget outta the bag here. Me 'n Chato, we're gonna give Eddie a treatment!"

"I'll watch 'em," Joey promised, hefting his pistol meaningfully. "But there ain't no need to worry -- the dude's too tied up to move and the chick, she's afraid that if she runs off she won't get no more of that good cock I got here for her. And you know something? She's right!"

"Another week here and you could lead her around by the pussy," Sandy sneered, squatting before the suitcase and snapping it open. "Kinds bad that we ain't gonna be here that long -- she might think a lot better of us if we got her really turned on good before we pulled out!"

She brought a curiously shaped object from the bag before she closed it again. Gina could see it clearly; it looked like a mammoth white cigar, perhaps seven or eight inches long and an inch thick. One end was flat but the other tapered off to a sharp point. Seeing the girl's curious look, Sandy brandished the instrument and brought it toward her.

"I bet a nice girl like you never seen one of these before," she said. "Well, it's a pussy-pleaser -- a vibrator. See, there's some tiny little batteries up in the handle here. `You give the handle a twist, like this, and it starts to doing its thing. Then you use it and do your thing!"

She chuckled at her play on words, extended the tool toward Gina, and touched it to her thigh. The girl shrank back as if she had been touched by a bare electric wire: the tool was vibrating at a high rate of speed and its touch had set off an mini-explosion of feeling within her.

"Ha, ha! I can see that you'd pick up on this too!" Sandy chortled. "Yeah, there just ain't nothing you wouldn't groove on! You can ram it up your cunt, or shove it in your asshole; you can even run it over your titties or clit -- whatever. you do with it, it sure packs a wallop!"

Gina fought down the impulse to ask her what she was going to do with it; she suspected that she would soon find the answer to that question without having to ask it. She was exactly right. Sandy went over to Felton, who was still standing in front of Chato; the girl's uninhibited attentions had succeeded in bringing a modicum of size and stiffness to the man's prick, though it was still a small, puny-looking thing.

Sandy fitted herself against Felton's back and began touching the whirring vibrator to his body. She ran it over his belly, then down toward his loins. The tip of the tool nosed over his prick, then down to his balls. At the same time she rubbed her nipples into his back and pressed her muff against his buttocks.

"Hunnhh!" Felton suddenly grunted. "Baby, you're bringing me up! Let's get down on the floor and get some heavy action going here!"

He lowered himself into a kneeling position, leaning forward and extending his arms until he was on all fours. Chato went down with him, sliding most of her body between his knees so that she could continue mouthing his cock. She kept one hand on his prick and balls, caressing them as she sucked; the other cupped over her pussy. Sandy stood beside them and plunged the vibrator into her cunt with a deft motion of her right hand. The tool was not switched on but her grimace of pleasure showed that it had a powerful effect nevertheless. Felton's prick now appeared to be stiff -- he was in profile to Gina and Pete -- but still it measured no more than four or perhaps five inches.

"Whooo -- eee!" he grunted. "Yeah, this is the way to go! Come on, Sandy, get in there and do your thing! Lemme have it!"

Sandy withdrew the vibrator from her cunt and knelt beside him. She aimed the pointed white cylinder between his buttocks, searching for his anus; upon getting the point of the tool inserted into the man's ass, she thrust it inward and twisted the cap to the on position. The vibrator immediately whirred into life, bringing a groan of approbation from Felton's throat as he continued writhing and twisting against Chato's mouth.

"My God, she's fucking him in the ass with that thing!" Gina whispered as she stared at the trio, wide-eyed with astonished disgust.

"Far out!" Pete breathed. "Those people are really far out! I never believed anyone could be so screwed up!"



Chapter 9

"Get it on!" Felton grunted harshly, clenching his buttocks into knots of flesh and thrusting hard against Chato's mouth. "Yeah, get that thing up there, honey; I feel it now! Unngghhh! Man, you really known how to use that gadget! Come on, work it in and I'll irrigate this little spic's tonsil!"

The task was not so easy, however. Despite Chato's best effort -- and it was plain that the girl spared no efforts in her attempts to bring the man to a climax -- and Sandy's energetic applications of the vibrator to his anus, Felton did not cum for several minutes. He repeatedly exhorted the pair to work harder at satisfying him and they complied as best they could. Finally, after it seemed that even this combined assault in depravity would have no effect, Felton bowed his back and snorted out an incoherent oath.

"He's making it!" Dandy muttered hoarsely. "Yeah, he's getting it now! Suck harder, Chato! Suck it out of him! Make him cum! Ooohh, I'll fuck that asshole of yours, Eddie boy, I'll fuck you till you shoot cum all over her face!"

She was as good as her word, although Felton's supply of semen disappeared down the girl's throat. His climax lasted only a few seconds but it was enough to give him the release he sought. Sandy withdrew the vibrator from his asshole as soon as he was spurting into Chato's mouth. When the man eased himself off the girl and began pulling up his trousers hurriedly, as if he could not stand the thought of being naked in front of them now that his lust had been satisfied, Sandy wiped the dildo off on her thigh and carried it back to the suitcase and stowed it away. Chato lay on the floor, sprawled out full length, as she recovered from her own part in the depraved exhibition. Evidently her excitation of her own pussy had resulted in another climax for her; she gave every indication of having cum through an extremely fulfilling sensual experience.

Felton quickly left the cabin but Sandy, who had been thoroughly aroused by the assistance she had rendered him, was not to be satisfied. After looking briefly at Joey, she shook her head and came over to fete, who had raised a full erection while watching the bizarre performance.

"Looks like you've got some cock to spare," she said. "On your back, you stud. I wanna get some of that dick up my hole!"

With no more preparation than that, she mounted him. Squatting over his loins, she brought his cock into an upright position and speared it between the thick, lust-moistened lips of her pussy. Pete could not help groaning with joy as her cunt slipped around the head of his prick; she was tight and hot and he could not help thrusting upward when he felt her body closing around his tender rod.

"That's the way!" Sandy whispered. "You might not like me but that dick of yours knows a hungry cunt when it feels it! Come quick, man, shoot me a cuntful of jism! Damn, I got it ready for your Ugghh! You're hung almost as good as Joey, you know that? Shit, I love the feel of a prick going up my hole! Ahh, fuck it in there! Give it to me!"

Supporting herself entirely upon her own feet, she hung in space above him and touched him nowhere except at the spot where his prick was making contact with her body. After a moment of furious action, in which he reared upward and shoved his cock deep into her cunt, she reached down with a finger to rub her clitoris in a slow, meditative fashion. Gina could see every detail of the exciting coupling and her own pussy began throbbing heartily in response to the erotic play.

"Just work it in like that," Sandy murmured. "Over and over, you've got the idea. Mmm, I love that fucking sensation! Keep it up, baby, and them nuts of yours are gonna give me just what I want! Ooohh, I love to feel that!"

Pete's excitement was at far too high a pitch for him to be able to control his emotions very long. Sandy's cunt gripped him strongly and had all the heat of a blacksmith's forge. The squatting position she had assumed meant that his cock had to enter her body at an acute angle; it also forced her stomach muscles to compress her cunt into a tiny length of stoutly resistant tunnel. She deliberately increased the pressure by rocking backward, a shift that exerted even more pressure upon his prick. It was little wonder that he soon gasped in despair and surged against her with an especially strong thrust; his balls ached mightily and he felt an overpowering urge to deliver them of their pent-up lust.

"Aurrgghh!" he groaned, closing his eyes and shuddering heavily. "Ooohh! Uhhh! You're pulling my cock off!"

"Yeah, get them nuts to creaming!" Sandy whispered excitedly. "Man, I wanna feel something happen! Shoot, man, shoot that cream!"

Gina watched every detail; her heart throbbed strongly when she saw Pete's cock swell and begin pumping thick streams of cum into the woman's insatiable cunt. Her own pussy ached to feel that big spear thrust inside her, swelling and spurting heavily.

"Oohh, wow, that's what I wanna feel!" Sandy purred, closing her eyes and twisting around to make her cunt give his prick additional caresses and thus strengthen the force of his discharge. "Mmmm, you're creaming me outta my fucking mind! Unngghh!"

Pete's breath whistled through his clenched teeth as he sought to fuck her even more thoroughly. He continued to heave and thrust against her loins until he had exhausted himself, then he slowly sank back down onto the floor and groaned with relief. Sandy held herself over him, still enclosing his cock in her cunt, until she was sure that he had completed his climax. Then she opened her eyes and shook her head as if to clear her brain of the cobwebs.

"Man, you sure let it hang out when you get going!" she murmured. "And your little sweetie here, it looks like she's just about to go outta her cruddy little mind! I bet she'd like to cut my tits off. That's all right, honey. I'm the one who's calling the shots around here and while I'm here we'll do it my way, understand? But I'll tell you what: just because you're such a lousy cook, I'm gonna do you a favor. I'm gonna let you slurp up your boyfriend's cum if you want it! Yeah, I'll let it drip down on his cock 'n balls and then if you really want it you can just lean over him and lick it offa him. We'll see how hot for cum you really are!"

Gina first felt a sweeping tide of nausea when she heard the woman's depraved proposition. She had no doubts concerning the cleanliness of Sandy's cunt; it was probably a total stranger to soap and water. After that first initial reaction, however, she found herself taking quite a different view of the woman's suggestion. When Sandy inched her body upwards and slowly pulled herself off his prick, Gina found that she wanted the taste, the feel, the warm liquid presence of his prick in her mouth. No matter that his cum had been shot into the cunt of this foul, depraved creature, that his cock had been encased in her perverted flesh. The prospect of having his prick in her mouth overwhelmed her sense of restraint and filled her with savage, animal-like passion.

"Sure, you're getting hot for it," Sandy purred, delighted with her obvious longing. "It might have been up my pussy but what the hell, it's better than. not having it at all, right? Yeah, you'll be sucking his dick in dust a minute, as soon as I get that spunk outta my hole! Just watch it run outta my cunt, honey. I'll douse him good, and then you can have yourself a little extra something for breakfast!"

Gina's eyes were focused upon the woman's meaty slit. She gulped and stared all the harder when Pete's cock slipped free of the tightly fitting cunt and flopped down upon his belly. She licked her lips hungrily and shuddered with delight when she saw the thick stream of cum gush from the woman's cunt. It dripped down upon his prick and balls, mingling with the dark, bushy hair surrounding them. Gina's heart began to pound wildly and she struggled up onto her knees.

"Just another second and I'll have it all outta me," Sandy muttered, forcing her abdomen to contract and expel another thick, creamy blob. "Mmm! Yeah, that's the most of it -- I'll just let the rest run down my legs so it'll flavor me up good. There it is, girl, now get after it and have yourself a ball! Lick it offa him!"

Gins could not restrain herself. The sight of Pete's prick rearing up and spearing into the woman's body had excited her powerfully; the knowledge that he had shot his cum into her cunt affected her even more strongly. Watching his prick emerge from Sandy's cunt, smeared with lusty juices, had provided the finishing touch for Gina. As soon as Sandy had moved away, Gina bent over Pete and fixed her mouth onto the head of his cock. Her hands remained tied behind her back but she managed to rest her forehead on his stomach and suck up the prick, getting a firm grip on it with her mouth; the rest of it was easy. She ran her lips down the shaft until the head bumped the back of her throat.

"Mmmm! Glbbb!" she groaned, sweeping her lips back up the shaft and licking furiously with her tongue. "Ooohh, so good!" she exclaimed as her mouth came free of the shaft.

Most of the cum which Sandy had allowed to fall upon him had settled around the base of his prick. Disdaining the thickly matted hair surrounding the thick cock, Gina buried her mouth in the fur and sucked hungrily at the salty goo lying there. Her lips moved over his balls; her tongue darted forth and pried into every corner she could reach. Her own body began humming sensually as the mingled flavors of sex assaulted her senses, but she could not reach her pussy to give herself the relief her body demanded. After sucking Pete clean, she straightened up with a tight, nervous expression on her face.

"Hey, it kinds got you in a sexy frame of mind, huh?" Sandy said with a knowing smile. "Okay, if you're so worked up maybe you'd like for Chato to come over and tonguefuck you! How about that, wop? Wanna make it with a chick?"

"No, please, not that!" Gina cried out in an anguished tone. "Not with a girl! I want a man! I want to feel a cock going up my cunt! I need to be fucked! I don't want her to have to suck me off!"

"It's that or nothing," Sandy sneered. "You might think you're too damned good to make it with a girl but I ain't gonna let you have no cock. What's it gonna be, dearie? A sucking or nothing?"

Gina wanted to shout a strong refusal of the ugly offer but she could not force herself to say the words. Looking over at Chato, she saw that the girl was eagerly watching her; it seemed that she was only too willing to comply with Sandy's evil scheme.

"Yeah, I lick it for you," Chato promised. "I suck you good! When I get through eating you, you'll feel just like a big hot prick had been up your cunt!"

"All right!" Gina heard herself say. "I can't help it! I'm too hot to be able to do anything but agree with you. Oooh, I hate you for this! I'll always hate you for making me do these horrible things!"

"How's that for gratitude?" Sandy asked in mock indignation. "Here I'm trying to do you a favor and you go saying hail things like that! Why, I oughta go back on my offer and let you simmer for a while!"

"No!" Gina blurted out, appalled at the prospect of having no relief at all. "I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I want her to do it to me; of course I do!"

She could almost have bitten her tongue off for having uttered the shameful words. Only the deep, ravenous hunger gnawing at her cunt could have made her ask for the girl's perverted attentions, and even so she felt a terrible sense of shame and humiliation for having allowed her weakness to dominate her so completely. Nevertheless, she fell onto her back and propped up her knees, spreading them wide in a lewd invitation.

Chato wasted no time in giving her exactly what she wanted. After getting a nod of permission from Sandy, she scuttled forward and knelt between Gina's thighs, lifting her rump slightly to bring her fervently throbbing pussy up into reach of her lips. Gins closed her eyes and held her breath, as though she might be trying to divorce her consciousness from her physical needs and senses, but when the girl's tongue flickered out and traced a circle around her hypersensitive slit she lost control completely.

"Ahhh! Ugghhh!" she grunted, exhaling sharply and lurching upward in a quick movement that brought her prissy sharply against Chato's mouth. "Ooohh, suck! Suck me now! Owwvvw! It's killing me! I love it!"

The girl's tongue now glided over her clitoris, bringing another agonized howl of pleasure to her throat; she tensed her entire lower body and held her hips high off the cabin floor. Gins quivered, gasped again and then let out a low, wailing cry of absolute sensual pleasure.

"Aiieee! Aurrgghhh!" she screamed. "You've got your tongue up me! Up my cunt! Unngghhh! Do it to me, fuck me with your tongue! Eat me, eat my pussy! Lick it out of me! Ooohh, I'm coming, I'm curving all over! Mmm, it's happening! I can't stop coming!"

Her long period of arousal had made her pussy far more sensitive than it normally was, even during her periods of most intense desire, and Chato's knowing caresses quickly produced a climactic explosion that was fully the equal of anything she had ever known. Over and over, as the girl's tongue darted into the trembling mouth of her cunt, she felt her abdominal area tighten and relax as the powerful spasms poured forth. Chato dug her fingers into her buttocks, dealing her another morsel of exciting stimulation, and held her mouth in place. When Gina's body finally lost most of its tension and her gasping cries had dwindled down into soft, whimpering moans, she lowered her hips to the floor and pulled her mouth away.

"Hey, baby, you really had one!" she muttered, looking up with new respect to find Gina's eyes staring hotly at her. "Yeah, you really gave it to me, no shit about that! Man, I never ate nobody that cum any better'n that! Wow, I could go on like this all day!"

"Well, you ain't gonna get the chance," Sandy snapped. "What the hell do you think this is around .here, a fucking joy bust? And just because she came over your chops like a tied pig, don't you go getting no ideas, see? They stay tied up like that till we get ready to pull outta here!"

"I wasn't gonna do nothing," Chato assured her. "Shit, I know they'd call the fuzz as quick as anything! I ain't hot to go back to no jail!"

"That's the talk," Joey told her. "You just keep thinking about that jail, kid, and how long you'll stay in it if they got away from us! The only chance you got is to hang tight and stick with us!"

"Hey, how about going back up to that pool for a while?" Sandy suggested. "We could leave the kid with that pair; they ain't going anywhere anyway. You 'n me, Joey, we could have us a swim and then maybe get it on a little, huh? I'm starting to feel horny fox a good piece of dick myself!"

"Yeah, that sounds pretty good," Joey said after a moment's thought. "Okay, Chato, you stay over there by the door and keep a good watch on that pair. We oughta be back in an hour or so. If Eddie shows, you be sure 'n tell him where we are, got it?"

"I got it," Chato vowed. "I watch 'em real close, I promise!"

"You'd better," Sandy added with a warning look. "If they get away you better hope they split your head wide open because if they don't I'll take care of you myself!"

With that gloomy warning, she and Joey left the cabin. Chato stood at the door, watching them walk up the path to the pool. When they were well along the path she turned back to Gina and Pete; a look of worried concern creased her face.

"What's the matter?" Gina asked, seeing the look. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," the girl replied. "It's partly them, I guess -- I don't like the way they're acting."

"And what else?" Gina persisted. "It isn't just that, is it? There's more, isn't there? Come on, Chato, tell me what's on your mind."

"Well, it's partly you, too," the girl said with a frown. "You know, I already told you how different it was, balling him? Your boyfriend there?"

"Yesh, I remember that," Gina admitted. "You said that he was kinder and gentler than Joey. I agree; I think he's much better than that brute!"

"Well, you're the same way," Chato mumbled. "I mean when I was going down on you, lapping your cunt 'n all, I couldn't help but think about how different it was when I done it to Sandy. I know you wasn't hip to it and you said you hadn't never balled a girl before, but what the hell, it sure wasn't the way it was with Sandy!"

"I'm not sure I understand you," Gina said. "I mean, a pussy's a pussy, isn't it? I certainly didn't see anything to complain about! You did a tremendous job on me!"

"That's just it. Always before, when I done it so Sandy or any of them other chicks, almost all the time it seemed like they was really hot to rub my face in it just `or the hell of it. You know, like they knew it was a shitty thing to do but they were bound to do it just to put me down."

"It certainly wasn't that way with me," Gina said, after considering the matter for a moment. "I didn't want to do it at first, that's true enough, but once you got started I couldn't have stopped you for anything, not even if my hands had been free. Honest, it was so thrilling, so satisfying, I don't know what could have been any better!"

"Yeah, that's what I mean," Chato muttered. "You wasn't doing it to put me down, see? You was just hot to cum, that's all, and that's the only reason I like to do it, so I can feel the chick cum and know that I'm doing her some good."

"You were doing me a lot of good," Gina swore. "Really, it felt so incredibly wonderful I'm a little surprised that I don't want it like that all the time! I might consider being a full-time lesbian if I didn't know how wonderful Pete's cock feels when it's going in and out of my cunt!"
"Yeah, you've ..." the girl began, only to break off and whirl about to face the door. "Who's there?"

"It's me," Felton said, stepping up onto the porch and coming into the cabin. "Where's the others?"

"Uh, they went up to the pool," Chato told him. "They said to tell you when you got back."

"Okay, so you told me," the man snapped. "Whaddaya expect, a cookie? All right, I think I'll go up there with 'em -- looks like you got everything pretty well under control here. You just make sure they don't try anything funny, hear?"

"Sure, I gotcha," Chato said. "They ain't gonna move, not while I'm watching 'em!"

"They'd better not," Felton said as he left the cabin. "They get away, I'll shoot you a new cunt 'n asshole!"

"He'd do it too," Chato muttered after he had moved far away from the cabin. "He's bad news, that guy -- the kind that'd shoot you just to see you wiggle and crawl around while you were dying!"

"I felt sorry for you when she made you suck him off," Gina offered.

"Yeah, that's a bad scene," Chato said. "Most guys, I can suck 'em or not, it don't make much difference. Him, though, every time that I do it to him I feel like I oughta go wash my mouth out with soap. Ugghh, he's a creepy type!"

"I don't guess it would have been very nice, though, if you hadn't done what she told you to," Gina guessed.

"Man, you'd better believe that! Wow, if I was to cross them they'd have my cunt for a necklace! What a bad scene!"

"That's exactly what I mean," Gina persisted. "If they really cared anything about you, they wouldn't force you to do those things, you know? And they keep on calling you a spic! Really, that makes me so mad I could spit nails at them!"

"Well, they give it to you too," Chato' said with a wry grin. "You know, always talking about the wop. So I guess you sorts know how I feel about it all, huh?"

"Exactly! Oh, Chato, they don't care anything about you! They're only using you for a time. When they get tired of you they'll dump you out on the road somewhere; you'll be lucky if they don't shoot you first!"

"I'm hip, baby, I'm hip! Didn't I say I was gonna cut out before that happens? Man, I ain't gonna take no chances where that crowd's concerned!"

"But that's just my point," Gina persisted. "It doesn't have to be that way."

"Yeah, I know what you're getting around to," Chato said with a bored shrug. "I help you get the drop on them and then it's off to jail for momma. No, I ain't having none of that shit!"

"I didn't mean quite that," Gina said with a soft smile. "I was thinking about another sort of arrangement, one where you wouldn't have to go to jail. I've been thinking it over and I don't blame you -- I wouldn't want to go to jail either."

"What are you talking about?" the girl demanded. "This I'm not following too well. Clue me in, will you?"

"Well, if we were to manage to get control of them, so that when the ranger comes on Friday with the extra supplies, we could turn them over to him instead of risking a shooting," Gina explained. "There isn't any reason why you would have to be here for that."

"Sure!" Pete exclaimed, suddenly catching the drift of Gina's meaning. "As soon as we were in control of the situation you could take off if you wanted to. But wait a minute, that wouldn't be too smart, not if you're not very familiar with this country."

"Man, I never been in anything like this before," Chato vowed. "I'm a city girl all the way! I thought trees were just something the city planted in parks and over in the rich part of town!"

"You'd better stay with us then," Gina said. "Actually, I was hoping that you'd consider something like that anyway. You know, sort of duck out of sight when those people get here. Pete and I can hold them that long. And then, after everyone else has left, you and I could get together with Pete and ... well, it would be just us three here, if you see what I mean!"

"Hey, you're thinking about staying?" Pete asked, his face lighting up with pleasure at the prospect.

"Yes, if you'll have me," Gina said, blushing lightly. "I know it's awful to invite myself in like this but, well, you did seem rather interested when you were fucking me yesterday!"
"Was I ever!" he exclaimed. "Sure, I'd love to have you! I'd love to have you both here for as long as you'd like to stay!"

"Wow, I can't believe it!" Chato murmured. "You two guys, you'd really let me stay here with you? We could ball together and do all them groovy things? Man, that's outta sight!"

Before Gina could assure the girl of her sincerity they were interrupted by the return of Felton and the rest of his gang. They cut off the rapidly developing conspiracy, but Gina noticed that Chato kept a very thoughtful look on her face for the rest of the afternoon.



The End
