Chapter 7

Steve Mitchell and Mick Henson were two backpackers who had spent years exploring every nook and cranny of the rugged Carlson Mountains. Today was really no different from any other day as they made their way towards Pearson Peak. Sally and Tricia had been walking about two hours and had just reached the base of Pearson Peak.

Steve and Mick had been lazily reclining near the Peak's base in preparation for the rigorous climb awaiting them.

Steve was in his mid-twenties and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He had taken off his shirt to reveal his expansive and muscular chest and washer-board like stomach. It was obvious that he had spent many long, long hours working out to get his body in shape.

Mick was older, perhaps in his mid-forties. A powerful frame had been replaced by a beer-belly, but Mick still sent forth an aura of powerful masculinity.

"Hey, Mick!" Steve said as his incredulous eyes focused upon the alluring feminine forms of Tricia and Sally as they walked down the small footpath leading to the base of Pearson Peak. "Lookee what's comin'! "

"Whewie!" Mick said. "Ain't they a couple of nice looking broads! What the hell are they doing out here all by themselves?"

"Well," Steve said, as he gave his friend a knowing look.

Suddenly Tricia spied the two men and she ran towards them in hopes that they would help her and Sally out of their dire situation.

"Oh, thank God," Tricia said as she stood before Mick and Steve.

"We've had a horrible time," Sally said. "We were with our husbands. We took a little walk to the edge of a canyon. The ground must have been weak or something. It gave way and we fell to the bottom of the canyon. If it wasn't for the soft brush and the water below, we would have been killed!"

"Both you ladies look fine to me," Mick said.

Tricia felt an ominous sense of dread. It was strange to her that both men did not express more interest in the physical well-being of the girls.

"We're lost." Sally said. "We were going to hike to the bottom of Pearson Peak in hopes that we would meet a ranger or someone who could help us."

"Oh, we can help you," Steve said, as he stared intently at the outline of Tricia's pubis made all the more blatant by her wet, tight-fitting short jeans. He felt his dick stiffen as he thought about how tight her teenage pussy must be and then and there he knew that he had to have a piece of Tricia's ripe teenage ass!

"We know these hills in and out!" he continued. "As a matter-of-fact we could have you and your pretty little friend out of here and safe inside of a half-hour."

Steve took a meaningful pause. "That is, if we wanted to" he said.

Tricia exchanged a quick meaningful glance with Sally, and both girls suddenly realized just exactly what these men were after ...it was quite obvious! These men wanted to fuck them!

Tricia suddenly realized the hopelessness of the situation! Here they were, miles from nowhere! Just what could her and Sally do? Surely they couldn't try to run away. Where would they go? Even if they had some place to go, it was very unlikely that they could outrun or physically overpower these men! Yes, it was true ...these two voluptuous teenage wives were utterly at the mercy of these men!

"It sure would be too bad," Mick said as he stared at the large, orbs of Sally's breasts, with just a vague outline of her tight, proud nipples showing through the hidden, private garment of her brassiere, "if you little ladies got lost and never found your way out of here"

'There's a law against not helping people who are stranded, isn't there?" Tricia said.

"What law?" Steve replied, as he moved closer to Tricia and gazed into the alluring femininity of Tricia's blue eyes, "there isn't any law if there isn't anyone around to enforce it."

Tricia knew that Steve was absolutely right but she had to try and bluff her way out of this one.

"I'm sure this place is crawling with rangers," she said.

"Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't," Steve said, "and right now, I happen to know it isn't?'

Suddenly, Mick lunged powerfully forward and grabbed Sally tightly by the graceful slope of her shoulders and violently pressed the huge, firm melons of her adolescent breasts against the hard, huge expanse of his chest and covered the deep red flesh of her tender mouth with his huge, fleshy lips!

Tricia desperately wanted to do something as she watched her friend helplessly trapped in the overwhelming grip of the powerful and burly Mick. But the more Sally struggled the tighter Mick increased his grip and finally the helpless female dangled from his body as though she were a limp doll.

Sally shuddered as she felt Mick's snakelike tongue burrow hotly down her throat and she almost fainted as he pressed his groin into the girlish curve of her crotch and she felt the hidden immensity of his stiff dicked erection bulging beneath his jeans.

Suddenly, Mick allowed Sally to break from him.

"Oh, yeah," he said with a salacious smile on his face, "I'm gonna like fuckin you a whole lot!"

"Well, ladies," Steve said, "I think my friend Mick has pretty well laid it on the line; either you put out or we have to leave you here!"

Tricia knew the absolute life and death seriousness of the situation and she knew that it would be futile to try and resist. If her and Tricia could just do enough to satisfy these men and get on with it. She had made up her mind about one thing; she was doing this only to save her and Sally, and for no other reason.

"All right," Tricia said. "We'll give you what you want, just help us get out of here when we're done!"

Sally looked at Tricia with a desperately imploring gaze in her pretty eyes, a look which communicated utter amazement at what her friend suggested. Tricia immediately picked up the concern in her friend's face as she said:

"But could I have just a minute to talk to my friend?"

"Sure, sure, you and your friend go right over there and talk all you want. Mick and I'll be right over there when you're finished."

Tricia quickly led Sally to about fifteen feet away.

"God!" Sally said, "how come you said we'd do it? How come?"

Sally was almost hysterical and Tricia realized that she had to calm her down.

"Listen Sally," Tricia said. "We don't have a choice, I hate to do this just as much as you do, but don't you realize that we could be left here to die if we don't cooperate with them?"

"I know," Sally said, "but they want to fuck us like we're a couple of whores!"

Tricia grabbed hold of Sally. "Please

Sally, pull yourself together! We'll get out of this thing if you just trust me!"

Sally could see that her friend was sincere and that she could trust her.

"O.K., " Sally said, as she dried the tears from her eyes, "I'll try."

Slowly, the two girls walked towards the men and stood before them like two prisoners of war.

"Now we're really going to have some fun!" Steve said.