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!"