Chapter 4

Diana couldn't guess what was happening. Her top had been pulled even further up, drawn like a hood over her face, and she was aware only that she shared the back seat of the car with two men who were busy feeling and licking her tits. Someone's hand was thrust into her jeans. The button of the tight pants had popped open, the zipper worked about halfway down-and a hard, impatient hand worked diligently at the task of massaging her cunt through the shimmery layer of panties covering it.

She felt the car jerking, whirling, felt the rush of speed as the Chevy moved, and she could hear the screech of tires, the bleep of horns, but she could do no more than guess at what horrors must be surrounding them, what terrible collisions they must be escaping by the thinnest of margins. "God, stop it!" she groaned, struggling impotently against the four hands which held her pinned.

The blonde girl had pulled back a little. She wasn't leaning so heavily on Matt. "Mmmmm," she said, folding her arms just below her tits, "You're not a bad driver either. I don't think I could have kept it on the road if you were playing with me. Self control is a good quality in a man. How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Matt said through clenched teeth.

His crotch was soaked from the huge gout of cum she'd caused him to squirt and he could smell the pungent jism. His eyes darted up to the rearview and he saw the scene in the backseat. They weren't really doing anything to his mother, but those guys had pulled her shirt almost completely off, torn her bra in two, and one of them had his hand in her pants. By now, it seemed almost natural. Why, Matt wondered, had the other night seemed like such a big deal? There she was now, naked and everything, and it didn't.

It did. His cock began to harden against the sticky-wet fabric of his' shorts and he dropped his eyes quickly, peering at the road with every bit of control he could summon.

"Seventeen?" the girl repeated. "Jesus, I didn't think anybody was that young. See that turnoff? Hang a right. Yeah. Ever been on this road before? Well, a dirt road turns off about a mile up the hill. Turn there, and when you come to the next fork, take the right-hand again. It's another two miles from there to where we're going."

"Where we're going?" Matt asked.

"Right," the girl nodded, tapping her abdomen with the flat of her automatic. "You don't think we're just going to hop out of the car, say 'Thanks for the ride, see you later'? No, we're going to be together for a while. All of us. Don't look so scared, baby. You're cute, and I'll try to see what you don't get bored while you're visiting us. Hey, don't miss that turn!"

The car was traveling across an uneven road, probably dirt, Diana decided as she fought for what remained of her honor and self-respect. Her jeans were open now, and there was a fist inside her pants, fingers twining through the flossy clump of black hair in the fork of her legs. Her eyes were full of shamed tears and she was thankful that her shirt was pulled up, thankful that she could hide her embarrassment. Oh, God, how had this happened? An hour ago she and Matt were just a mother and son on their way to deposit the son at his summer camp. And then everything had changed. "Here," she heard the girl say up front, and the hands on her body went lax.

Groaning with shame, she leaned forward, no longer being groped and felt. Head still covered, she tried to readjust her jeans, get the button snapped shut, the zipper pulled up, as the car came to a stop. She could hear gravel spinning beneath the tires.

Her bra was tom and ruined. She tried to tie the slash back together but the fabric wouldn't respond to her trembling fingers. She contented herself with pulling the shirt down, covering herself as best as she could. Her face was scarlet and her eyes throbbed so, were filled with such heavy tears that she could hardly see even with the veil removed from her eyes. One of the men slid toward the door, opened it, got out. He grabbed Diana's hand, pulled her toward the open door. She came, as responsive, as willing, as a sack of flour. Even when her feet touched ground, she felt numb and dead.

Matt got out of the car, conscious that the blonde girl was training her gun on him. She took the keys. "You won't be needing them," she told him, slipping them into a breast pocket of her coverall suit. "C'mon. Let's go up to the house."

It was a cabin, rather than a house, with a shaded porch on the front and a stone-wall cellar propping up the front end.

"My old man's place," the girl said. "He comes' up here in the fall to drink whiskey and pretend he's hunting deer. Right now, it's our place. Well, come on! What are you waiting for?"

Matt led the way up the stairs, to the front door.

The girl had a key and she unlocked the door while her two male companions were bringing Diana up the steps. Matt stole a glance at his mother. She was clothed again, more or less. Her sleeveless top was jostled around on her body, and he could see the hard points of her nipples where the fabric clung to her. Her zipper was half undone and he could see beige panties showing through the partly open fly. Her face was white and her hair was rumpled. Lipstick smears streaked across one cheek and her eye shadow was blurred, starting to spill down her face. God, what had they done to her? He'd kill them for this! He'd kill them!

The interior was rustic. One large room in the front, with old, serviceable furniture, and a large fireplace. There was .a stove at the far end, and a sink with a pump mounted. A twelve-point buck trophy surmounted the fireplace and there were a few Audubon prints on the walls.

As the men dragged Ma into the place and shut the door behind them, Matt looked at the girl. His bladder was aching so much he could hardly stand up straight. "Do you have a toilet here?" he asked. The girl smiled, showing her teeth. She pointed with her pistol. "In there," she said, indicating the door that led toward the bed. "But you're not getting out of sight. Just in case you had the idea."

"The only idea I have," Matt groaned, "is taking a piss."

"Okay," the girl replied. "Follow me." She stopped at the bedroom door. "We'll be back," she told the men. "You all remember to be good hosts to our other friend."

There was a tiny toilet built into the bedroom.

Matt walked around the bed, pushed open the door, turned on the overhead light. He started to close the door behind him, but the girl blocked his way. "Unh-unh," she said. "I told you, I'm not letting you out of my sight. Whip it out."

Blushing, Matt unzipped his pants. His cock hairs were still sticky from the jism she'd tickled out of his penis, and the head of his cock felt as if it were glued to the cummy shorts; He fought himself free, aimed his cock at the toilet bowl, and tried to pretend the girl wasn't standing there watching him. He pissed for what seemed like five straight minutes, sighing when the last droplets had fallen from the end of the prick, and he started to put it back in his pants.

"Wait a sec," the blonde girl said teasingly. She came toward him and slipped her arm around his waist, took his cock in her other hand, and gave it an extra wiggle or two. "Now wash it," she told him, pointing to the tiny sink. Matt looked at her. She took the pump handle, worked it till water flowed. "Wash it," she repeated. Matt soaped his hands and washed his dick. "No need to dry," she went on. "I think you'll be getting it very wet again, and soon. Come on. Toilet time is over."

They went back out into the bedroom, his limp pecker hanging out his fly. He was flushed with embarrassment. The girl went to the door, looked into the front room. "Don't wait up for us," she said, then closed the door. When she turned to Matt again, her fingers were on the zipper tab up her front. She tilted her head to one side. "No," she said. "You do it. Unzip me."

Matt didn't move. She marched toward him, pressed her body against his. He could feel the hardness of her tits, the snaky resilience of her thighs. The denim of her coverall suit tickled his bare pecker and he wondered why he should feel this way, in this situation? Her tits pressed against his chest and he felt his cock stir with renewed life and interest. Outside, the rain had stopped, and an arrow of sunlight was piercing the cloudy skies to westward. She moved back, and she said, "Unzip me" again. Matt took the tab of her zipper, pulled it down, all the way down. She wiggled her shoulders 'and the upper half of her suit fell.

She was wearing nothing from neck to navel, nothing except a coat of tan that had spared the white ends of her breasts and the pink nipples those tits sported. Beautiful flat nipples, with large tabs set dead-center in the areola, Matt noticed, and he could see the delicate blue veins running through the pale tips of her breasts. Her nipples began to stiffen as he stared at them, and he felt a jerk of desire in his loins. Looking down, he saw that his cock had begun to lift its head in curiosity, as if it too were eager to stare at the half-naked girl who was his captor.

"My name is' Kim," she said. "I always believe in exchanging names with people I fuck. What's your name?"

"Maa-Matt-Matt Flaherty," he stammered. His cock was sticking up now, really sticking up. It couldn't get any harder. Could it? Oh, Jesus, he thought, stomach rising and falling inside him. This is the living end! Not only have Ma and I been dragged off at gunpoint, I think I'm gonna be raped! It couldn't happen to a man, could it? Only women could be raped.

Women? Holy jumping Jesus-his mother was in the other room with those two guys-they'd done all kinds of shit to her in the car-what were they doing now? He started to speak, but the girl wrapped her fist around his prick and his throat dried up.

"Hi, Matt," she said. "We're going to be sharing a house for a while, so we might as well get to be friends, don't you agree? Come over here to the bed and I'll show you what I mean."

She pulled his dong and he staggered toward the bed. "Help me out of this thing, will you?" she said, indicating her coverall outfit. It wasn't covering a hell of a lot now. She stood in profile and he couldn't help but notice the proud high set of her tits, the delicately shaped points to which they came, now that her nipples were stiff. They were bigger tits than Susie's, not as big as Mom's, but they were perfect tits for Kim.

She pointed to a button at her waist. He undid it, and then knelt to slide the suit down her hips and thighs. Kim stepped out of it, and he unbuckled her shoes. Matt stood up, and he got his first good look at the girl who had made him her prisoner.

Kim was about five and a half feet tall, he decided. The top of her blonde head was almost even with his lower lip. Her hair was drier now, and starting to fluff out a little, and her face was quite pretty. She didn't look like the criminal type-but she was holding that shiny black automatic in her left hand.

Muffled sounds came from the other room. It sounded like moans, but he couldn't be sure. His balls ached with a new-found desire-desire for the almost naked girl who lay on the bed eyeing him almost contemptuously, the gun dangling from one finger of her left hand: He tried to speak but he couldn't. Instead, he unbuckled his belt and started to work himself out of his pants and shorts. He didn't bother with his shirt. He just threw himself onto the bed with his cock hard and the girl melted against him, her legs twining around his, her mouth coy and elusive when he tried to kiss it.

She rolled him onto his side, then onto his back, and she squatted above him. "You're really hung for a kid," she told him. "How many girls have you used that thing on?"

"A kid?" he said, flaring with a twinge of anger. "I'm no kid!" Look at her, he thought. She can't be more than twenty or twenty-one, and she's calling me a kid? His cock throbbed, as if it too were angry and resentful.

Kim hooked a thumb in the lacy waistband of her panties and slid them halfway down. He waited for her pubic hair to show, but there wasn't any. She pulled them a little further and he saw the crimson slash of her cunt, no hair at all to hedge its vivid cleft. His face reddened. He was seeing a pussy, a pussy as it really was, without any window dressing. The clean-shaven mons, the way the inner lips protruded slightly through the cuntal ravine-wrinkly lips, they were, and the sight of them made his middle finger begin suddenly to itch uncontrollably. He ached to touch her.

"Do you like that?" she asked. "I shaved it just for you."

"Huh?"

"Of course," she said. "It was in my horoscope this morning. Said I would meet a cute boy named Matt Flaherty and that we would make it like warthogs on a bed of lust so I ought to shave my snatch and double my fun. Funny, though, it didn't say anything about holding up a bank."

She was crazy. He settled back, shaking his head.

She was absolutely crazy. Kim giggled, threw her panties over her shoulder. She leaned back, and her snatch opened up a little. He could see the glistening salmon-pink texture of her vulva, already coated in a thin sheen of moisture. "Give me your hand," she said, and before he could say yes, no, or maybe, she'd taken his hand and pulled it between her legs, rubbing his fingers back and forth on her cooze. More wetness formed inside her, and some of it leaked out onto Matt's fingers. His digits stiffened. "I like that," Kim complimented, and she worked his hand around till one of those stiff fingers pointed straight at the mouth of her hole. "Stick-it-INNNNNNN!" she gasped, impaling herself on him.

"Oh, shit!" Matt blurted as his finger shot up into Kim's silky, sucking maw of a cunt. She had muscles in there! They caught his finger, pulled as if they meant to eat it, dragged him into her-the base of his finger ground against her slash and he could feel the nubbin of her clit against another knuckle. He pressed there, too, felt her turn electric above him. Her twat was a river and his finger was drowning in that river.

Kim grabbed his hand, held it in place while she humped her pussy up and down. She gasped and moaned, and he couldn't mistake that noise. He'd heard it often enough when he was getting Susie off with his fingers or with his cock romping like a finger along the crease of her slit. Kim was about to gush all over his hand. But, God, the way her pussy was clamping on his finger! Like she was gonna rip the goddamn thing off with her cunt! He strained, afraid of what she could do to him but enormously proud of what he was doing to her. To have a woman turn to jelly like this, in your goddamned hands-wow! It was what being a man was all about, wasn't it? And now, finger fucking Kim, captive though he was, Matt Flaherty felt like one hell of a man.

When her orgasm hit it was fast and furious. She rocked up and down on his finger, massaging it with the slippery walls and snapping muscles of her vagina, and her eyes were tightly shut, her lips mouthing out a little song of pleasure. Wetness oozed from her slice, covered Matt's entire hand, and her thighs trapped him, made sure he stayed in her, finger wiggling to give her the last particles of pleasure.

"Fair," she said, finally, rising from his stiff finger, but her face was suffused in a sex blush that spread as low as her pale-pointed boobs and the shaven mouth of her sex. was shiny with pussy goo. She lay down on her side next to Matt, her feet pointing toward his head, and she looked up at him with a smug, satisfied grin. "What else can you do?"

He didn't know what to say. His cock stuck up like a flag-pole. Turning her on had turned him on, and this wasn't the kind of erection that would go away if he did algebra in his head. It was a nut-clenching, stomach-twisting boner and as her hand moved slowly toward the shaft of his penis, Matt's eyelids lowered and he was astonished to find that he was praying silently-God, please-let her do it, let her do it.

But instead of grabbing his rod, as it seemed she was about to do, Kim threw a leg over Matt's face and planted her sticky-wet pussy on his face. He gasped as the cunt-flavor filled his mouth and nostrils, as the greasy flesh squirmed back and forth across his mumbling lips.

It was like thick, flowing honey. His tongue sampled the juice of Kim's cunt, and Matt felt sparks igniting in his body. He grabbed her fluttering ass cheeks, felt his fingers dig into her soft, squeezable buttocks, and he thrust his face up into Kim's juicy nest!

He'd shared licks and laps with Susie Cooper, but that seemed a million years ago-and anyway, Susie's tufty-haired little quim was NOTHING like the smooth wet cleanness of Kim's. His tongue glided across the shaven flesh, no hairs to obstruct him or to stick to his tongue tip, and it seemed that her pussy lips were pouting and pouching outward to meet the passes of his tongue. He worked his fingers into the crack of her ass, spread her, and the pussy lips opened for him. The smell of twat blew out like a blast from a can of deodorant spray, and his nostrils tingled. Gasping, Matt thrust his tongue up the hole his finger had already explored and Kim came to life above him.

"Mmmmm, yeah!" she giggled, settling down a little further, smothering him a little more with her cunt, and it was then she took hold of his prick grasping it with both hands, holding it firmly, bolt upright. He felt her breath blow across the tip of his stiff dong and he felt a drop of moisture form in his cum-slit.

And then her tongue swept across him, making a lazy, gliding pattern across the tip of his dick. She licked him as if he were an ice cream cone, long, sensuous licks that covered all his big pecker knob and moved down the shaft.

Susie had licked his pecker once in a while-she didn't like to do it-she was afraid he'd come in her mouth-said cum tasted nasty, like slimy snot. Matt knew how it felt to have a tongue roving on his dick, but he'd only experienced a reluctant tongue. The tongue on him now was not reluctant, not the least bit shy. It slurped up and down his prick until his flesh dripped with Kim's saliva.

And then she stopped.

"Well?" Kim challenged. "You were doing okay, but if you're not going to put out, you'll have to get out."

His tongue had gone idle from the moment she began to lick and slurp his prick. Only now did he realize it. Groaning, Matt pulled on her buttocks, split her pussy again, and he started fucking his tongue in and out with eager strokes. Kim's ass wiggled and her fingers moved up and down, about an inch, on his penis. "Better," he heard her purr in that peculiar alto voice of hers. And better still, her tongue stole back into action, and she went into action.

Her mouth opened and he felt his peter slipping inside. Her tongue made a smooth wet carpet and his hips went into action. He thrust up, trying to fill her mouth with his penis, and she helped him along with one hand on his cock, the other on his balls, cuddling the precious stones in a soft, warm grip. He was doing it, actually doing it-he was fucking a girl in the mouth-a girl who wasn't crying and protesting all the time she took him in, a girl who was really, honest to God really eating his cock!

Matt's tongue laved in and out of Kim's cooze, stole up to lick and flip her love button, back down to prong its way up her pussy tube-and all the while she was smearing his mouth with her cunny juices.

It felt like he was fucking into her throat. She had to have a mouthful of him. The wet, tight walls of her cheeks enfolded his dong-her head moved up and down on him-it was like jacking off into a wet towel, but a towel didn't have a tongue like the tongue that roved and rolled around his thrusting peter.

He dug his fingers into her sweet plushy ass and he covered her shaven twat with his mouth, sucking till he thought he was gonna pull her pussy inside out.

It was coming, he thought. No, I'm coming.

Hold off, he told himself. Just a second. Hold off. Oh, no. It felt too good. He wanted the sensation to last forever, but he didn't think he could resist for two more seconds. Her hand squeezed his balls-Matt whined, right into Kim's quivering twat. She squeezed again, and his cock shot up into her mouth, eight inches of hard throbbing meat trying to fill her. Her mouth closed down on him and she sucked once, twice, punctuated it with a squeeze of his balls. He closed his eyes, stabbed his tongue up her pussy, and ejaculated into Kim's sucking mouth.