"Siiiiickkkkk!" she screamed, collapsing back on the bed, her eyes streaming from the pain of his punishing slaps.
"I'll take care of you later!" he growled, motioning Bill Wunder away from his kneeling position between Lois' fear-trembling legs.
Lois had watched in wide-eyed fear and horror as the tough, black-bearded leader had delivered those hurtful blows to Vivian's beautiful face. Oh, God h-he's some kind of a-a… sadistic mad man…!
Bill Wunder was stretched out beside her, now, and his hands began to roam down across the flat smoothness of her belly and back up to her breast, removing Buck's hand from it; then, he too dropped his head down to take the distended coral nipple into his mouth. He used his teeth to nibble on it, painfully… but even so, she felt the tingling sensuality of it, her breast seeming to swell and push up at his mouth. There was a hungry mouth on each breast, now… and she looked up, helplessly, at Mickey Blackum as he leered down into her face and told her, "Baby… you're going to get fucked… like you've never been fucked before!"
"P-Please… don't…?" she pleaded. "I-I've… never…"
"Never… what?"
"… Done it with more than one… m-man…!" she trembled.
"Then… it'll be even more fun because you're going to be stuffed with cock every place it's possible to put one!"
"Oh… Gooodddddd! Nooooooooo!" she wailed, her imagination working overtime, the bizarre, vile ideas slashing through her brain… leaving her almost in shock. H-He can't mean that… it's monstrous… inhuman…!
Buck Sloan looked up from her breast he was mauling and asked, "Mickey when do we start on the real fun things?"
"Hell… anytime you want except that I'm going to fuck her in the cunt!" the gang leader grunted, as he dropped his head down between her thighs, his tongue lashing out to the short, hardened length of her sensate clitoris.
Ecstatic sensations throbbed there, as he licked her several times before taking the sensitive bud between his teeth, lightly, his hotly moist tongue dancing directly on the nerve-rich head of the miniature phallus. She couldn't hold back her moan of pleasure; it just came tumbling out of her mouth.
Peeper Martin crawled onto the bed just then, looking for a piece of the action. Buck Sloan chose that moment to kneel up; growlingly, he told Bill on the other side of her, "Move your ass, Wunder Boy… I'm going to try something!"
Grumbling, Bill moved away, enough to allow the small, bandy-legged Sloan to straddle Lois' chest. She looked up at him through her tears, her eyes pleading, but he ignored her tears, telling her, "Listen, baby… I'm going to fuck you between the tits… so you hold them up with your hands… and kind of push them together… understand?"
Lois tilted her head down to look between her quivering breasts. She saw Buck's short but very thick cock jutting out, menacingly, and as she gasped with disbelief of the thing he wanted to do, he spat into the palm of his hand, reached down and gripped the fat shaft of his cock and, slowly, stroked the foreskin back to reveal it's shiny, throbbing head. With deliberate slowness, he rubbed his saliva all over it.
"Damn… you've got the prettiest set of tits… I've ever seen!" he chortled, his ferret eyes looking out at her with salacious desire.
She had made no move to follow his instructions. "Get them pushed up… like I told you…!"
"N-No!" she told him. "That's horrible…"
"You got no choice… Baby-Doll! Bill… do it for her… and make damn sure you hold them tight!"
Bill Wunder knelt at her head, and reaching out to the soft, swelling mounds of her tingling breasts, pushed them up, cupping them from the sides, until the valley between them was closed; then Buck Sloan flexed his hips forward to drive his heavy cock between them. She felt it bulk against the cringing softness of her satiny smooth flesh, as it forced its way into the confined space. Oh, God… I n-never thought of this…!
Leaning forward, now, Buck began to plunge in and out of the narrow valley between her breasts. She felt the moistly warm shaft, throbbing against the sensitive flesh… while below Mickey's tongue was driving her wild with desire, as it stabbed in and out of her now searingly ecstatic cuntal passage… and when his tongue worked down, momentarily, to play, moistly, warmly, on the puckered flesh of her anus, she moaned with the abject humiliation of it… at the same time as her hips undulated up to that tormenting tongue for more of the same.
Martin had watched as Buck crawled up astraddle of the blonde to begin fucking her between the tits. He decided to wait; there was nothing he could do right then, but there was the black-haired bitch. She was still curled up, sobbing from the hurts Mickey had inflicted. Terry, in the other end of the trailer was naked, now, and she was crawling up into the bunk where Stan and Harry lay tied hand and foot. So that left Vivian. With strong hands he pulled her up.
"Get up on your knees!" he ordered.
Vivian obeyed him, silently, getting up on all fours, her full found naked buttocks waving, whitely, in the air. Peeper Martin moved in behind her. He was interested only in straight fucking, right then. His cock lanced out, rigid and ready, and without further preparation, he grasped his rock-hard cock, directed it to the pulsing opening of her cunt and rammed it into her, hard. It was a dry entrance, but he didn't care, as with animal force he plundered her, his cock going into the soft cuntal flesh like an unpeeled log.
"OOoohh!" Vivian groaned. "Wait… until… I'm r-ready!"
Martin, knowing that he was defying his leader, Mickey Blackum, merely withdrew until only the lust-inflated head of his demanding prick remained in the abraded vestibule of her vagina, then gripping her hips above the swelling curve, he gored into her, again and again, fucking her, animalistically. After a few moments of this, Vivian began to feel the sensations of sexual need, and her hips began to waggle back at him, countering his feral, plunging cock.
Lois, lying there, with Buck Sloan astraddle her chest, mindlessly, shoving his cock in and out, between her breasts, while Bill held them up, pushing them together, to form the channel of warm, satiny flesh into which he thrust, using the space between as a surrogate cunt, was helpless to stop it. Her mind was in a daze. She was responding, against her will, to the tongue Mickey Blackum shot into her, in tempo to the flexing hips of Buck Sloan. Oh… I-I can't stand it! His t-tongue's… so good… and I can't help it! She remembered how she had listened and watched as this same man had sucked… and fucked that girl, called Terry, that night, on the sleeping bag. God! How hot she had been! How much she had wanted it then! Now… it's about to happen… for real…! Oh, God! I've got to have it! I've got to have his cock… i-in me… fucking me! Now!
Without thought, unconsciously, her hands drifted up to cup themselves under Bill Wunder's hands. Realizing, instantly, what she wanted, he slipped his hands away, and her hands replaced his. She was cupping her tingling breasts up around the fat, pulsing cock that slid wetly between them. She looked up at Buck Sloan's face. His eyes were closed. He breathed, raspily, through his mouth, which was hanging open, almost witlessly, as he pumped back and forth, driving his cock into the soft whiteness of the tight channel between Lois' full-mounded breasts. Suddenly, she realized that he was almost ready to cum… and now, below, her hips ground up to Mickey's mouth, countering his rhythmic tonguing of her desire-filled cunt… wanting it to be filled with rampaging cock.
With a quick, forceful, final thrust, Buck Sloan came. His cock jerked, spewing his cum into the hollow of her breasts, as he held himself rigidly immobile, his face reflecting the animal satisfaction he felt as his lewd sperm was emptied from him. "Christ!" he gasped. "That's… almost as good as a tight cunt!"
Lois felt the flooding, sticky warmth of his cum, as it jetted from him… and unbelievably, she felt a certain tingle of increased sexual stimulation in the knowledge that she had given him a measure of satisfaction as he had fucked her in that unlikely place. But he's really… a-a rapist! They're forcing me… a-all of them!
Bill Wunder growled, "Okay, Buck crawl the hell off… Mickey and me… are going to do the job right, now!"
Reluctantly, Buck Sloan withdrew his still jerking prick from the channel of mammary flesh, and leaning to the side, he threw his leg off, over her, rolling to his side to collapse into a satiated heap. Lois still held her breasts aloft and together, not knowing what to do for the spreading, liquid puddle of sperm. Surprisingly, it was Bill Wunder, who spotted the box of tissues. He took a handful of them and handed them to Buck. "Clean her up!" he told him, his voice brittle.
Buck glared at him… but he did it, swabbing up his white, viscous semen from between her breasts. Slowly, she released them, allowing him to wipe her chest clean.
At that point, Mickey raised his head from her sensation-filled cunt, grating, "You're hot… bitch! Hot enough to be fucked… now!"
His eyes swung around the interior of the trailer. Terry was getting her kicks with the two squares, tied up on the bed. The Wunder Boy was kneeling just above Lois' head, his big cock held in his hand, caressingly, waiting none too patiently for Bill Sloan to finish wiping up his cum on her chest… and behind him, at the foot of the big double bunk, Peeper Martin was slamming his big cock into Vivian, from behind. She was fucking back at him, furiously…
Mickey's anger was instantaneous and terrible. "You God damned son-of-a-bitch, Peeper… I told you to leave her for last… for me to fuck!" he roared.
"So… what are you going to do about it… now?" Martin shot back, insolently.
"Nothing… right now but when we're finished here… God help me I'll kill you!" Mickey stormed.
… Then, turning back to Lois, he wedged himself down between her legs and guided his long thick cock directly into her cuntal passage. All of his fury drove him… and he plunged his big prick into her with cruel force, ramming it home in the tender flesh of her pussy with one deeply penetrating thrust.
She screamed loud, once, before Bill Wunder clapped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up… bitch!" he hissed into her ear, while below, Mickey, infuriated, lustfully incited, slammed into her, without mercy, his big cock racing in and out of her cuntal passage with the power of a pile-driver.
Working himself around, reversing his position, while at the same time, keeping Lois gagged, Bill flung a leg over to straddle her chest; then, he looked down at her, his lust-filled eyes gleaming points of light blue steel, as he told her, "Now… baby, you get to eat my cock! Turn your lips over your teeth… and make damned sure you don't try any funny stuff! You hurt me at all… and I'll knock your head off… understand?"
He took his hand away and guided his long thin cock to her lips. "Take it in your mouth!" he commanded.
"OOoohh, God! N-No!" she shuddered, attempting to turn her head aside.
One strong hand, the fingers entangled in her golden blonde hair, turned her head back straight; the other clamped hard on the muscles at the hinge of her jaw, forcing her mouth open… and before she could voice further objection. The Wunder Boy's cock was in her mouth. "Remember… what I told you!" he croaked, leering lewdly into her face.
Helpless in his grasp, she obeyed him abjectly, shielding her teeth by turning her lips over them, then ovaling them around the shaft of his prick. God! What else can I-I do?
It was, surprisingly, silky soft, almost rubbery in her mouth, and there was a tangy flavor that seemed not at all unpleasant… but she was revulsed with the unnaturalness of it.
"Use your tongue… now!" Wunder grated.
Experimentally, Lois ran her tongue, swirlingly, around the throbbing corona and felt the erotic shock of it in him, as his cock's head pulsed, expandingly, inside her mouth.
Then, with short, slow strokes, be moved it in and out of her lips, shoving in a little more of his long, thin length with each deliberate movement. As more and more of his shaft was absorbed into her mouth and throat, she gagged… but there was no escaping it; he just kept moving, steadily, paying no attention to her distress.
"You'll get used to it!" he growled, finally. "You can start doing some sucking on it… and before you're through it's going to be going right down your throat!"
God! How m-much more of it… c-can I take…?
Below, Mickey had been pounding into her so hard, that she could do nothing, but now her whole body was responding to the two men. She began to move up against him, wanting to take all of him deep into her lust-incited cunt. She couldn't help it. She wanted it… wanted to be fucked hard and deep. Then, she was conscious that her throat was relaxed and she was beginning to take Bill Wunder's cock as deeply into her mouth and throat as Mickey's outsize prick was storming into her needful cunt. Sexual rapture was overwhelming her, as she sucked and licked, wildly, at the huge presence in her mouth, at the same time as her hips rose to take all of the bearded gang leader's cock into her throbbing cuntal sheath.
On the bed, at the other end of the trailer, Terry, who had been licked to steaming readiness by Stan Brewster, while at the same time she had sucked Harry Williams' massive cock to pulsating white heat, shifted her position. Straddling Harry's helpless body, she reached back to guide his long thick shaft to the tender, young orifice of her pussy; then dropping her weight down on him, she absorbed his titanic cock to its full length and breadth. "Oh… My God!" she gasped with surprise, as she realized the true enormity of it. "Damn! You are big!" Then, as she began to work her hips, forcing her cunt to ride up and down that great shaft she had absorbed, she turned passion-filled eyes to Stan and murmured, "If you hitch yourself around… so I can get at you… I'll suck you off… at the same time!"
Stan had been terribly worked up by his licking and sucking at her moistly pink cunt… but that was all he could do. Both he and Harry were at the mercy of her sexual whims… and he had been disappointed when she had crawled over to impale herself on Harry's big cock. Needless to say, he began squirming and snaking his body upward in the bed until, she could lean down to capture his hard, lancing cock in her mouth. God! She was an expert! Her tongue, inside her mouth, drove him wild as she licked and sucked at the same time, her head beginning to bob, as her whole body undulated, up and down on Harry's rock-hard prick.
As Peeper Martin gored into her, from behind, ramming his cock hard and deep into her, Vivian knew that she was hanging on the edge of her orgasm. She had to have more… to make her cum.
Hissing back over her shoulder, she told him, "God damn it… do something more! Shove your finger in my behind!"
"Okay… baby! Here goes!" Martin grunted, and without preparation, he searched out the tiny, crinkly-fleshed opening in the crevice of her slaving buttocks, shoving his middle finger deep into the warm sponginess of her rear passage.
Vivian groaned aloud. "That's it!" Instinctively, she writhed away from it… but as the pleasure-pain of it enhanced the ecstasy of her coupling, she screwed her hips back at him. "Come on, now… and fuck me hard!" she demanded.
Martin jackhammered his cock into her, with wild excitement, feeling the bulge of his finger in her anus as it ballooned the separating tissues into her cuntal sheath.
… Then, suddenly, Vivian came, her body convulsing in orgasmic rapture. "I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnnnng!" she screamed. "AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaauuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!"
Peeper grunted, as he slaved away behind her; then as he felt the acid burning of impending ejaculation, he jerked his finger from her rectum and drove even deeper and harder into her wildly clasping vagina… until his big cock erupted in a geyser of spewing semen. "Christ!" he moaned. "What a fucking ride… that was!" They collapsed together across the foot of the bed, Vivian sliding down to her stomach with Peeper on top of her. He smiled to himself. Everything's working out, perfect…! But, he had to work fast now!
Mickey heard Vivian's scream as she came to climax with Peeper Martin. That bastard's ruined my plans for her… but good! I'll feed him his fucking cock… before I kill him!
In a very few moments, Peeper got up off of Vivian, gave her behind a little pat and, stealthily, crept off the bunk bed. He dressed himself, quickly, then collected all of the gang's abandoned weapons. He had three pistols and three switch blade knives. The knives went into his pocket; the pistols were stuck in his belt. Every person in the trailer was busily engaged in a sex activity, except Buck Sloan. He raised up to see what Peeper was doing… why he was fully dressed. Crawling off the bed, he approached Martin, asking, "Where the hell you going?" Only when Peeper turned toward him did the small, bandy-legged, ferret-eyed gang member see the arsenal of weapons in Peeper's belt.
It was too late. Peeper drew one of the pistols and swung it in a short arc to crash against Buck's forehead. The injured man went down, without a sound, sprawling heavily to the floor… unconscious.
Peeper's next move was unpredictable. He gathered up Terry's clothing, then grasping her by her long, auburn hair, he pulled her mouth off of Stan's big jerking cock. "We're splitting he hissed at her! Get your ass off that square and let's go!"
"What are you yakking about?" she asked. "W-We can't do that… and besides I'm going to cum… pretty soon!"
"To hell with that! I'm taking care of all that from now on! You're riding with me! You're going to be my mama!"
"Why… what's happening?"
"This's the end of Blackum's rope!" he told her showing her the pistols.
Harry understood, instantly, as he listened to Peeper. "Just cut us loose… and leave a couple of those guns!" he suggested.
"I'm not making it that easy!" Martin grunted.
Stan looked down the length of the trailer to see that Mickey was slamming his cock, pile-drive hard, into his wife's demanding cunt… while the other, silvery-blonde gang member was forcing his prick deep into Lois' mouth and throat. Vivian was stretched out at the foot of the bed… and in the middle of the floor Buck Sloan lay unconscious. God damn! He raged to himself. Both those sons-of-bitches… are raping her at the same time! His cock jerked with frustration. Terry's mouth had brought him to the point of no return. Christ! His balls ached, terribly, with his need to cum. There was one thing Peeper could do. He suggested it.
"Do one thing… before you go! Tell Vivian to come over here…!"
"Okay!" He thrust Terry's clothes at her. "Start getting dressed!" He walked to the other end of the trailer, leaned over Vivian and murmured, "Go get into the other bunk, now… because all hell's going to bust loose in here… in just a few minutes!"
Vivian, sensing a favorable turn of events but not knowing exactly what was happening, obeyed. She got off the bunk bed, quietly, and padded to the other end of the trailer, suppressing a gasp as she saw Buck Sloan stretched out, still unconscious. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
Slipping on her jeans and shirt and carrying her jacket and boots, Terry McCauley followed Peeper Martin out of the trailer. They ran to the gang's campsite, where Martin, quickly, stripped ignition parts from the other's motorcycles and flung them into the brush. In a few minutes, Terry was packed. He tied the pack onto his motorcycle, and with Terry up behind him, eased out of the campground. Always the opportunist, Terry had no qualms about what she was doing. All she knew was that she was riding with the smartest and the strongest. It was obvious that Mickey Blackum was in for a tremendous fall. Somewhere, he had made a serious mistake!
The three people on the bed, at the rear of the trailer, were completely oblivious of all else but the rapture of their sexual couplings. Lois, lay on her back while Mickey's cock thundered into her needful cunt, while at the same time, Bill Wunder, his eyes closed, raced his long thin cock in and out of her warmly moist, sucking mouth. He was almost ready to cum. His breath was raspy and his hips jerked with the urgency of his need.
Suddenly, the head of his cock began to expand, hotly, in her mouth. It was her first inkling of his nearness to orgasm. She hadn't even thought about it… before, until her mouth and throat was flooded with an almost continuous jetting flow of his white, hot, lewdly pumping semen. God! He's cumming… i-in my m-mouth! She swallowed… and swallowed to keep from gagging, while he used the strength of his legs to force it ever deeper into her throat. She heard his gasp of joy… and she kept sucking and swallowing, wildly… wanting all of it… after her first shock of gagging revulsion.
… Then, within a very few plundering strokes, Mickey, too, came to his thundering climax. His sperm shot from the slitted head of his demanding cock far up into the wildly clasping confines of her cuntal sheath.
"Christ!" he blurted. "What a gorgeous cunt!"
With a satisfied grunt he collapsed, twisting his body aside, slightly, because Bill Wunder still sat astride her breasts, his cock rammed deep into her mouth, as the last of his cum was pumped from him.
It had taken only a few moments for Vivian to free Stan Brewster and her husband, Harry; then, using the rolls of surgical tape, she knelt on the floor of the trailer and bound the unconscious Buck Sloan.
Harry slipped his P-38 Luger from a drawer, while Stan slipped, stealthily, to the kitchen area, where he found a ten-inch butcher's knife.
It was a surprised Bill Wunder, who opened his glazed eyes to look into the muzzle of Harry's unwavering pistol. Williams, his face set in grim lines, warned him to silence and waved him off the bed. Stan and Vivian, working together, swiftly, tied him and gagged him. He lay on the floor of the trailer near Buck Sloan, his pale blue eyes blazing with helpless frustration.
What she was seeing didn't register on Lois. She tottered on the crumbling edge of orgasmic release. Mickey had satisfied his own lust… and now he lay, heavily, on top of her, not moving, his cock growing flaccid within her inflamed vagina. She moaned aloud. "Oh, God… don't stop… now! Keep it up! Keep on f-fucking me… until I cum!"
Stan heard his wife's pleading. Damn… she's begging him for it… and the son-of-a-bitch can't do anything for her! The knowledge of her need… the fact she had begged to be fucked worked in him. He, too, had been brought to a towering level of desire… until Peeper Martin had pulled Terry's mouth off of him. Christ! He wanted to fuck her, on the instant… but first he and Harry would have to immobilize the bearded gang leader!
Moving in close, holding the big knife in one hand, Stan reached out with the other, grabbed a large handful of Mickey's black hair and yanked his head up to glare into his face. Harry pressed the muzzle of his pistol against Blackum's temple.
"Get up… slow and easy! It's all over… for you!" Stan growled.
Mickey was startled. "What the hell!" He tried to roll away, but Stan held him close, bringing the sharp butcher's knife up under his bearded chin.
"Move!" Harry Williams barked.
"Peeper! Buck! Wunder Boy!" Mickey shrilled.
"It's no use! We've got two of them… and one bugged out! He took the girl with him!" Stan grated, jerking hard on Mickey's hair.
"Peeper! It must've been Peeper!" Mickey shouted, almost hysterically.
In a few seconds, he joined his companions on the floor of the trailer, trussed up and gagged, securely.
On the bed, Lois moaned aloud, "Oh, God… what's happening?" She was still in the throes of passion, needing and wanting a cock in her to bring her to the orgasm that was just beyond her reach. "P-Please… Stan… Harry… anybody? I-I want to cum! Oh, God… somebody… fuck me!"
Both Stan and Harry leaped to their feet and made for the bed. They reached it at the same time. "Hold off!" Stan warned. "She's my wife… and by God… I'm going to fuck her… like she wants!"
"We can both fuck her!" Harry grunted. "No sweat!"
"How… God damn it!"
"Easy! You take her in the cunt… and I'll take her in the ass!"
"Oh, please… hurry!" Lois moaned, her hands clawing at her wildly needful pussy.
In silent agreement, the two men laid aside their weapons and clambered onto the bed.
"Turn her over on her belly!" Harry directed.
Numb to everything but the demanding need gnawing at the core of her being, Lois was compliant in their hands, not caring, now, as she felt secure in the knowledge that Stan and Harry were there.
Quickly, Harry straddled her, a hand on each of the rounded cheeks of her quivering buttocks. With firm force he pulled them apart to reveal the tiny, puckered opening of her anus. Dipping the head of his cock, momentarily, into the copious liquids of her cuntal orifice, he directed it against the rubbery flesh of her rear passage.
… And as Stan watched in astonishment, he forced it into the warm sponginess of her rectum.
Lois screamed with the pain of it… and Harry crooned to her, "Don't worry, Lois, baby… you'll crawl the walls in a minute or two!" He drove it into her another inch. She screamed, again.
"Stop it, Harry! You'll split her apart!" Stan bellowed.
Vivian was there, now. Calmly, she said, "No… it won't! It'll hurt only for a moment or two! I should know…!"
Then, with a final prodigious plunge, Harry gored his cock to the root of it, deep in her rear passage… but now she only moaned. It was changing for her… as she adjusted to the unnatural presence. Tentatively, her hips ground in a tiny circle under him… around and around the rock-hard shaft of his cock buried in her backside.
Harry Williams dropped his full weight down on top of Stan's wife, then rolled swiftly to his side, his brawny arms wrapped around her to take her over with him, lightly as a feather. Instantly, Stan came between Lois' legs. Guiding his expectant cock, that throbbed achingly from delayed action, straight into her, he plunged it to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
His wife moaned up into his face, "Fuck me… hard… now… damn it!"
He did.
… And, under her, Harry sawed up into the clasping sheath of her rectum… as above with equal, feral energy, Stan plundered the sensate flesh of her cunt.
Under the double pounding of their cocks, as the two virile men fucked her, she began to spiral toward the orgasm that eluded her… and within a few minutes she convulsed between them, her release washing over her with emotional rapture. Never had she known anything like it… especially after the searing pain in her rectum had turned to ecstasy.
… Then… she was there… and she screamed out her pleasure.
"OOOOOoooohhhhhh! It's here! IIII'mmmmm cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngg! AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHH!"
She went limp, completely relaxed, like a rag doll between them, her senses swimming on the edge of unconsciousness. She saw, heard, smelled… but mostly, she felt! Oh, God! It feels… so absolutely… wonderful…!
Vivian, watching, was stimulated, again and she wanted it too! She saw Lois cum to her soaring orgasm and realized that neither of the two men had ejaculated.
Suddenly, she knew. She could… she would be able to have them… both of them!
"Harry! Stan! She's already cum!" she trilled. "Let me take her place! I want you both… to, fuck me!"
Stan heard her. "God damn! She's right! We can't do anymore for Lois!"
He pulled rampaging cock from his wife's satiated cunt, and as Vivian Williams waggled her buttocks back at him, he knee-walked over to her. Reaching back, she guide his massive, hardened cock right into her anal passage. She helped him, pushing her hips back and rotating them, to ease his entrance.
Stan gasped, as his cock sunk into the clasping warmth of her backside, then following Harry's example, he turned Harry's wife over.
Finally, Harry was aware of what was happening. He rolled Lois from him and quickly mounted his wife.
When it was over, they rested, Harry served fresh drinks, and as they drank, they surveyed their three captives, not knowing yet what they should do with them.
"Let's finish our drinks… first!" Harry said. "I don't think they'll be going anywhere… yet!"
"I think we should just turn them loose!" Vivian suggested. "They'd certainly never try the same thing… with us… again!"