The three men wasted no time on preliminaries in their undressing of young Penny Tucker. It seemed obvious that the interlude with Melanie, far from sating their desires, had merely had the effect of heightening them, driving them onward and upward to new and unheard-of plateaus of sexual need. They set upon her like wild animals, swiftly shredding her thin blouse and tight, clinging skirt, tossing the scraps of those ruined garments aside and pouncing upon her naked, luscious torso.
Penny felt herself thrust down and onto the floor, borne there by the combined weight of her three rabid attackers. They pinned her there easily, each man taking turns holding her down while the others swiftly, eagerly stripped off the remainder of their clothing. In short order they were all naked, towering over her like caricatures of Greek sculpture, their long, fat cocks quiveringly erect and looming out over the naked young girl's prostrate torso.
Penny was sobbing bitterly, deathly afraid of what ordeal these men might have in store for her. The attack by Bart Masters upstairs in her own bedroom had been bad enough, and worse yet was the cruel assault which she had viewed upon her younger sister, Melanie. But now, she was simply unable to understand how three men could possess her naked body at the same time, although that seemed to be what they were all intent upon doing.
Swiftly, without so much as a word of explanation, Penny felt herself being tugged and manhandled over onto one side, so that Jed Wilson was positioned at her head, Bart Masters at her back, and Tom Watson directly in front of her, his bare knees chafing regularly against the tingling little buds of her erectile nipples.
Suddenly, Penny got a dreadful insight into the method the three men intended to use in their simultaneous ravishment of her trembling naked torso. Bart Masters had dropped to a prone position behind her, and Watson was following suit in front of her, both of the men snuggling up close against her body so that their hairy and muscular nakedness was pressed intimately against her own bare, silken flesh. Penny could clearly feel the jutting shafts of their cocks, Watson's nestled tight against the curly forest of her exposed pubic hair, and Masters' pressing itself closely into the tight cleft between her luscious little ass cheeks.
A sudden thrill of fear shot through Penny as she realized at once, grimly, what Masters had in mind for her. He meant to fuck her back there, in her asshole, and the very idea, the thought of the pain and abject humiliation that rear entry must entail, was enough to bring tears of grief and abject self-pity to her tightly closed eyes.
The lecherous men who held her captive were undismayed and unmoved by her open sobbing and mumbled little pleas for mercy. Their mutual desire for her ripe young woman's body already had progressed much too far for them to even contemplate turning back at that late stage of the game. In fact, the three of them could think of nothing but the rapid and forceful conquest of that trembling, luscious female form, and the thrusting of their long and pulsating penises into any bodily orifice made available.
Tom Watson took the lead, guiding his fat cock with one hand in an insidious tickling path along the slightly splayed slit of Penny's hungry little cunt. His lewd genital touch there surprised her, involuntarily awakening the same lewd tingling sensations which she had sought so strongly to suppress as she watched the double degradation of her younger sister. Now, as his blunt penile glans made electrifying contact with her budding little clit and tracked on to swirl incitefully about the rubbery mouth of her secret vagina itself, more sobs were forced from her throat. This time, however, there was passion and humiliation mingled in with the cries of hopeless grief, and Penny realized that already her ripe woman's body was beginning to betray her, just as it had during her earlier bedroom encounter with gang leader Bart Masters.
Behind Penny, Masters sensed with a magician's knowledge the effect which Watson's genital ministrations was having upon the young female captive. Slowly, almost cautiously, he began to maneuver and manipulate his own thrusting cock along the tight cleft of her ass, pausing on each slithering stroke to probe with his cockhead at the tight, clasping little opening of her anus. That lewd anal contact caused Penny to squirm determinedly away from Masters, but such motions only made her ripe cunt more accessible to Tom Watson, and thus had the effect of redoubling the young girl's erotic dilemma.
Watson had poised his long and pulsating cock at the very mouth of Penny's secret little vagina, and as the girl squirmed energetically toward him, he used the golden opportunity to thrust his own hips forward, burying fully half of his cock in the clasping heated depths of her little love tunnel. The big man let a gasp of pure animal lust and passion escape from between his clenched teeth as the overwhelming sensations of her heated little cunt swept over his lower body, seeming to set his jangling nerve endings on fire. He began to thrust more energetically with his pelvis, worming his thick organ inch by delicious inch until the entire fleshy length of his penile shaft was buried inside Penny's fluttering little belly, and his dark curling pubic hair had meshed intimately with her own.
The young woman gasped and writhed at that sudden, inescapable invasion of her loins, struggling in vain to free herself from the clutches of the big man who was now raping her loins. Tom Watson was holding her far too tightly, however, and Penny immediately learned to her sorrow that she could not possibly break free of his powerful clutches. Finally, resigning herself to being trapped there with his long cock thrusting ruthlessly upward into her cunt, she was able to slightly relax some of her internal muscles, thus easing to some degree the pain she had felt at his initial entry.
The young woman was shocked and more than a little horrified when she found that the easing of the pain changed her whole outlook at what was happening to her. Instead of the initial agony, she now felt a very real and insidious sensual pleasure beginning to radiate outward from her violated little cunt, quick warm flames of mounting passion fanning upward across her heaving abdomen to ignite little responsive fires of budding lust in the pliant, vibrant cones of her breasts. She began, albeit unconsciously and involuntarily, to fuck back at the big man's invading penis, locking her legs tightly around his thick thighs and humping almost desperately against his pelvis, seeking to suck every single inch of him into her hungry twat.
From his vantage point behind Penny, Bart Masters was well able to judge and witness her grudging, then enthusiastic reaction to Tom Watson's lewd and energetic fucking. Taking his own silent cue from the girl's obvious pleasure, he stopped tracking his own cock along the tight little cleft of her ass, and poised the blunt glans instead at the very rubbery little mouth of her secret rectum itself. Slowly, insidiously, Masters began to squirm his hips forward, probing forcefully against that elastic little anal sphincter with the thick tip of his red and pulsating cock.
Penny missed that coming anal intrusion at first, but as the pressure from behind her steadily mounted, she let out a little groan, and her eyes snapped open in pained surprise. Her worst fears were about to be realized, she knew, and now that Tom Watson had pinned her firmly in place with his thick cock in her pussy, she knew for certain that there was no possible avenue for escape left open to her.
Bart Masters braced one big hand on the girl's bare shoulder, using the other to continue guiding his penis while his hips surged relentlessly forward. Suddenly, after his cockhead had slipped the barest fraction of an inch inside the young woman's clasping little asshole, it felt to him as if the invisible barrier had suddenly and momentarily given way before him, and with a gigantic thrust of his loins he was able to bury his cock to the hilt in her clasping, screaming little rectum.
The pain which instantly overwhelmed Penny Tucker with Bart's rough anal entry was unbelievable. Her lips were drawn back tightly from pearly white teeth, and a hoarse cry of almost mortal agony was ripped from her straining throat.
"My God! Oh no!" she wailed aloud, her body tossing like a runaway gyroscope all the while, madly struggling to escape the cruel double raping of her ass and loins. "Not there please!! You're killing mmmmeeeeee!!! Aaaauuuuuugggggghhhh!!!!!"
Penny's wails and cries of pain were to no avail, however, for Bart Masters and Tom Watson had no intention of ceasing their rapid double fucking of her two little nether openings. Nor was she entirely safe from Jed Wilson, either, for now that man, kneeling beside her head, was lowering his thick hips into position, bringing the red head of his long cock into inciteful grazing contact with her pouting, gasping little lips.
In spite of the searing pain which was even then ripping through her asshole, and despite the other long cock boring up relentlessly into her cringing little cunt, Penny's mind remained clear enough to be repelled by the approach of Jed Wilson's cock to her virginal little lips. She had witnessed Melanie's grudging, then avid acceptance of oral sex only moments earlier, but there was something within her which testified that she herself would never be able to accept that degrading action while she lived.
While one sane portion of Penny's mind was forming that grim resolve, her unresponsive young body seemed to be proceeding with a will of its own, and under the grip of circumstances she could neither predict or control. Bart Masters chose that very moment to begin withdrawing his long, hard cock from the clinging little channel of Penny's rectum, causing the young woman to feel as if her insides were literally being turned inside-out by his slithering organ. Penny's entire lower body suddenly seemed to be wrapped in flames of agony as Masters' cock grated and chafed through her rectal passage on its outward journey, and her lips were drawn back tight from her pearly teeth in a snarl of pain.
"Aaaarrrrgghhhh!!" she sobbed, almost growling in her agony. "Please stop it!! Your cock is tearing me apart!!!"
As she opened her mouth to utter that wailing cry, Jed Wilson saw his golden opportunity and seized it abruptly. Thrusting his low-slung hips rapidly forward, he slid the first half of his massive penile shaft into the clasping wet cavern of Penny Tucker's yawning mouth. The man sighed deeply as the luscious sensations of her churning, darting tongue suddenly enveloped his prick.
Penny was shocked and horrified by Wilson's move, nauseated by the very idea of his cock slipping ever farther into her mouth, and almost gagging on the sheer girth and weight of his organ as it bored on relentlessly toward the back of her tight little throat. In desperation she was forced to start breathing through her nose, and despite her efforts to twist her head and squirm away from his mouth-invading cock, she swiftly learned that her position there on the floor, sandwiched as she was between the two other men fucking her ass and cunt, allowed her no room whatsoever for escape.
Penny Tucker was grimly beset by a variety of painful and humiliating sensations. Tom Watson's long hard cock was pistoning in and out of her slippery little cunt, and while that genital contact was far from unpleasant, it nevertheless filled the young woman with a sense of degradation and shame. At the same time, her inflamed little asshole was being brutally raped and pillaged by Bart Masters' rampaging organ, ripping in and out of her body until she feared that it might surely split her completely in two. And now, last and worst of all, Jed Wilson's powerful prick was now boring deep into the clinging confines of her tight little throat, threatening to strangle her with its sensuous, slimy girth.
Penny felt that she was on the verge of collapse, about to faint dead away into a blessed state of merciful unconsciousness. Instantly, however, she found that the instinctive relaxation which accompanied that state of near-fainting was working a seeming miracle upon the sources of pain in her violated young body. She immediately found it much easier to breath, and she knew that all she had to do to survive Wilson's rough oral fucking was to relax her throat and shift her tongue about to accommodate his skewering penis. At the same time, she noticed that the intense, searing pain in her ravished little asshole was gradually subsiding, ebbing away to be replaced at first by a strange sort of welcome numbness and then, even more strange, succumbing to a spreading sensation of pure erotic warmth and desire.
It was incomprehensible to Penny that she could actually be starting to enjoy the indignities the trio of lewd men were inflicting on her tremulous young body. And yet, unbelievable as it seemed to her, she was unable to deny that she was then feeling some of the same erotic sensations which must have coursed through Melanie's naked body, eventually driving her to the point of total sexual surrender with her captors.
Penny's eyes filled with tears of helpless shame as she felt her hips picking up an instinctive and involuntary fucking rhythm, humping ever more rapidly back and forth to accommodate the cocks sluicing in and out of both her cunt and her tight little asshole. The young woman offered up a silent prayer for maintenance of her precious self-control, but even as the lofty words left her trembling lips she knew that the prayer had been in vain. Her body and the tingling sensations which now possessed it were taking full control of her immediate life, and there was no path of escape left open to her at the moment.
Slowly, hesitantly, Penny flicked her tongue out and let it slide experimentally along the knotty length of Jed Wilson's mouth-fucking penis. She was rewarded at once as the man let out a breathless gasp and his entire muscular body tensed, his hips thrusting sharply forward to bury the length of his prick even deeper in the clasping tunnel of her tingling throat.
At the same time, Bart Masters and Tom Watson were also responding most emphatically to the bucking, rotary motions of Penny's pelvic arch, as her little cunt and rubbery anal sphincter sucked and milked at their cocks like a pair of expert massaging hands. Both men felt their explosive orgasms rapidly approaching, knowing that they could not hold out much longer against the desperate, inciteful message being transmitted from the young girl's loins to their plunging, driving cocks.
Bart Masters' face wore a grim little smile of total erotic triumph as he pumped his big prick ever more rapidly into the tight channel of Penny's little asshole. He was immensely pleased with her speedy sexual surrender, finding that she and her sister both seemed to be the sex-starved young country girls which he had suspected they were at first sight. He looked forward to long days and nights with the sisters, hiding out in their secluded little backwoods home while the heat from Atlanta gradually died down.
For the moment, however, his troubles and the heat in Atlanta seemed very far away indeed, and nothing existed at that moment except the clinging little rectum into which he was sliding and pumping his inflamed male organ. The girl was humping and squirming back at him, complementing his thrusts with her own, rapidly driving both of them to the erotic point of no return with her churning, sucking little rectum.
Jed Wilson was also going nearly insane with the intensity of the sensations raging in his loins. Penny's tongue was now darting and swirling along and around his penile shaft as if she was in fact a skilled master of cocksucking, instead of a virtual novice in the art. He could hardly believe that this young woman was as innocent as she had first seemed, but there was no time to reflect on the amazing transformation now, as he gave himself entirely to the burning erotic feelings centered in the pulsating shaft of his pounding cock.
Wilson could feel his own orgasm coming like the approach of a runaway freight train, barreling down the track with no way to evade or escape the inevitable explosion to come. His jism was stirring and boiling in the tight cistern of his balls, bursting to get out and explode into the sucking, lapping cavern of the young girl's avid, hungry mouth.
Wilson tensed every muscle in his body, fighting wearily to maintain control as long as possible, to prolong his fierce pleasure until the last possible moment, but he quickly found that that moment was now at hand.
When Wilson came, he could feel the wonderful orgasm beginning with a tightness like a clenched fist in the cleft of his ass, then racing upward along his rigidly arching spine to explode in a myriad of swirling lights and colors at the very base of his skull. His breath left his lungs in a great wheezing gasp, and suddenly he thrust his hips powerfully forward, hilting his cock in the rear of Penny's clinging throat. Long milky spurts of cum were erupting from the helmet-shaped glans of his prick, flooding her mouth and overflowing to run in twin chalky rivulets down her pumping chin.
Penny felt as if she was drowning in the explosive outpouring of Jed Wilson's semen, and she began to swallow it quickly, cheeks hollowed and throat pumping, as she sought to keep from suffocating entirely on the milky flood. At the same time, she found the mere act of swallowing that bountiful jism gave her an intense feeling of security and erotic excitement, and she began to lap at his spurting cock all the more avidly, running her tongue swiftly along the swelling underside of his shaft to milk from it every last drop of that delicious, salty outpouring.
Penny's excited reaction to Jed Wilson's orgasm was demonstrated indirectly in the rapid increase of her pumping, fucking pelvic motions, thereby transmitting the same surge of erotic passion to Bart Masters and Tom Watson. Both men were taken aback by the dramatic increase in her pelvic swirls and thrusts, and they gratefully fell into line with the new fucking rhythm she was establishing. Both men locked their eyes tightly shut, big hands clawing at her breasts, buttocks, belly and thighs as they whipped themselves onward and upward toward the plateau of orgasm, inevitably taking their female captive along with them on that sensual ascent.
Penny could feel the two big pricks driving rapidly in and out of her loins, Watson's shaft chafing against her burning little clit and buffeting against her cervix while Masters' plunged ever more violently in and out of her clinging little anal cavity. Both cocks were swiftly forcing her toward the razor's edge of her own powerful orgasmic explosion, and she sought that goal now with a single-minded zeal which she had never before felt in all of her young life.
Penny Tucker suddenly reached that dividing line between cold sanity and total erotic explosion, and she plunged gratefully across the invisible border into the chaotic land of orgasm. Her hips bucked and tossed spasmodically, her entire body writhing and tossing like a giant serpent in its death throes between the muscular forms of her two violent rapists, asshole and cunt sucking energetically at their invading organs all the while. She mewled out her pleasure in little gasping cries, muffled and muted by the thickness of Jed Wilson's cock, which was still buried to the hilt inside her sucking mouth.
For what seemed to be eternal moments, Penny tossed and undulated between the two men, squirming like a bitch in heat as she gratefully accepted every pounding inch of their madly raping cocks. She had no thought for the effect her pulsating nether tunnels were having on those massive cocks, and no clear idea of how close the men were in fact to their own mutual orgasmic explosions inside her.
Bart Masters and Tom Watson could no longer contain themselves as Penny Tucker's pumping pussy and anus worked their erotic magic on their cocks. Masters came first, feeling the explosion begin deep within his balls, then grimacing and gasping as the creamy flood of his jism erupted deep inside the clasping little furrow of his captive's clinging rectum. The outpouring of his semen served to further lubricate that tight little nether passage, and as his lust mounted to the pinnacle of a roaring erotic tidal wave, he hammered his cock in and out of her asshole all the more violently, seeming to will her to accompany him on the flight of sensual release.
Watson, meanwhile, was seeming to come apart at the seams, sobbing out loud and hammering his hips rapidly forward against the widely-splayed slit of Penny's tight little cunt – hilting his cock and withdrawing it rapidly, only to hilt it once more in the steamy, churning little crevice of her womanhood. His testicles were in burning upheaval, and already he could feel the first few drops of his semen racing the length of his spasming cock, flinging themselves through space to splatter against the rubbery little barrier of Penny's pulsating cervix.
Tom Watson came with a violence befitting a man of his size, humping and fucking madly into Penny as he gasped and growled out his passion, his cock seeming to double in length and width as it spewed out every last drop of his super-heated jism into her sucking little cunt. At last, when he had no more of the creamy fluid to offer, his entire body stiffened, hilting his cock on one final thrust, his entire body locked tight against hers, rigid and quivering.
The lightning-like thrusts her cunt and asshole were absorbing quickly forced Penny Tucker into the throes of an unexpected secondary orgasm far more powerful and long-lasting than the one she had just experienced. Wilson's flaccid cock had slipped wetly out of her mouth by this time, and the young girl was at last able to give voice to the overwhelming strength of her passion.
"Jesus Christ!!" she sobbed gratefully, "Oh my GOD!! I'm ccccuuuuummmmmmmiiinnnnnnggggg!!!"
Her mind was filled with animal lust. She lay there, rigid as stone, for what seemed an eternity, trapped between the quivering and pulsating bodies of her two rapists. At length, when they fell apart, they lay close together, each member of the lustful little trio panting with pure sensual exhaustion after their tiring but rewarding ordeal.
Bart Masters was the first to stir from where he lay, rising first to his knees and then to his feet, winking briefly at the smiling Jed Wilson before casting an eye about to find his clothing. What he found instead made him stop dead in his tracks, mouth open and eyes gaping in surprise.
While the three men had been totally wrapped up in raping and degrading Penny Tucker, her younger sister, Melanie, had managed to recover her sense and form a course of action. Crossing to the sofa, completely unnoticed by any member of the rapidly fucking and sucking quartet, she had managed to retrieve Tom Watson's sawed-off shotgun from its place on the cushions. Now, as Bart Masters stared in sheer shock and disbelief, he found the young girl sitting on the couch, still naked, legs splayed wide apart and heedless of the view of her cunt he was receiving, with the stubby, deadly shotgun pointed directly at his chest.
Melanie had not fired earlier because she was afraid of killing or wounding her sister, but now, with Jed Wilson sitting to one side, Masters already on his feet, and Watson rolling away toward his clothes, still heedless of his peril, she knew that she would be well able to control the situation. Penny still seemed in a daze, but she was rapidly coming around, and Melanie hoped that she could count on her older sister for help and advice within a few moments.
Bart Masters did not intend to give her those moments. He was already moving, slowly and cautiously, very much aware of the way Melanie followed him with the shotgun as he moved.
"Now, listen, little girl, you don't want to do anything hasty with that thing," he said, still trying to sound calm in spite of the sudden mixture of fear and excitement he felt welling up in his throat. "You could hurt somebody if you're not careful."
Jed and Tom had heard their boss's words, and their eyes were also now fastened upon the naked female shotgunner there on the couch. Unlike Masters however, they were either too frightened or still too groggy with sex to join in the defensive maneuvers.
Melanie did not answer Masters' comments, but kept the deadly weapon centered on his chest, watching the other two men with darting little movements of her eyes. She could see Penny sitting up now, staring at her in seeming disbelief, but she could not afford to focus on her sister long enough to tell if she seemed to be wide awake and thinking clearly. Bart Masters was moving more swiftly now, and it required all of the young girl's concentration to keep the shotgun aligned on him.
"Come on, now, girlie," Masters was saying, slowly advancing toward her across the floor, one hand outstretched in seeming friendship. "Give Bart that mean old gun and we'll all get friendly again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Something in his words seemed to strike a conflicting chord within Melanie's brain, now snapping something there with an almost physical twinge of pain. She was angry, and already squeezing the trigger of the shotgun before Bart Masters rushed her, racing across the floor to grab for the weapon. The shotgun went off in her hands, incredibly loud in the confines of the small living room. And Bart Masters was simply no longer there, his strong, muscular form replaced by a spinning lifeless rag doll that trailed streamers of blood as it bounced and slithered across the hardwood floor.
The roar of the shotgun galvanized Jed Wilson and Tom Watson into action, each of them suddenly rushing toward Melanie from different directions, knowing that only one shell remained in the double-barreled weapon. Melanie desperately swung the gun back and forth, then, with a split-second left, chose her target and squeezed the trigger again.
Jed Wilson took that last remaining charge full in the face, and his head left his body with a wet, smacking sound, leaving his decapitated corpse faltering in mid-stride before it collapsed in gruesome convulsions on the floor.
Tom Watson was upon Melanie all of a sudden, batting the empty shotgun aside with one massive paw then closing his powerful fingers about her throat, relentlessly squeezing the life out of her with powerful hands. Melanie grimaced at him and saw the world begin to go dark, her ears ringing with what seemed to be thunderous explosions as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.
Suddenly Watson was gone, and Melanie's head was clearing, her vision returning. She glanced about, and found Watson slumped on the floor beside the couch, blood pumping from a neat cluster of holes between his shoulder blades. Another glance showed her Penny, tall and splendid in her nakedness, still holding at arm's length the revolver which she had taken from Bart Masters' crumpled pile of clothing.
The two sisters rushed together, wrapping each other up in a nude embrace of sheer familial love. Their sobs mingled and eventually turned to near-hysterical laughter, a wild laughter which communicated their mutual relief at being delivered from the clutches of almost certain death.
Penny Tucker's mind was already clearing now, and she was planning all the things that would have to be done. She would have to call the sheriff, of course, and wait until he could arrive with his deputies and the coroner to take the bodies away. There would be questions, and answers, perhaps even a trial, but the young woman was no longer worried. She and her sister had survived the most trying ordeal of their young lives, and she knew that in the future they would be able to survive anything which came their way.
They had each other, and in the final analysis, that was all that mattered. It might even be said that they had learned some valuable lessons from their ordeal with Masters and his gang, and Penny for one knew that in the future she would look with more tolerant eyes upon Luke Hollowell and his advances. Perhaps, just perhaps, she would say yes to him next time, and maybe even marry him, if he still wanted her.
And if he didn't want her? No problem, she decided. She and her sister were proven survivors, and they would continue to survive, no matter what came their way.
The young-old face of Penny Tucker wore a tired and knowing, albeit happy smile as she turned away from that scene of bloody carnage in the living room and led her sister slowly, gently toward the waiting telephone. Beyond that phone lay tomorrow, and thousands of tomorrows.
She was anxious to see what they might bring.