Chapter 6
For the next two days, Wendy found herself more of a guest and less of a captive. She and Trudy went for long walks in the woods, and though escape was foremost in her mind, she knew that in order to do so successfully, she would have to plan. Still, she was met with the dilemma of not knowing where she was -- or which way to run. She had tried to establish a sense of direction whenever she would leave the lodge, but each time she became helplessly turned around.
Toward the evening of her third day in captivity, Wendy stood on the edge of the clearing and watched Buck chopping wood. When the black man had finished, he smiled, loaded up his arms, then looked toward the sky. "Them birds always seem to know where they're going..." he remarked, then turned for the lodge with the wood for the fireplace.
Wendy looked up and saw a V-shaped flight of birds. They were heading into the sunset and she thought that strange. Then she realized birds only fly south in the fall. As she followed the tiny specks, her gaze fell on the far horizon and the mountain range. Turning slightly, she realized what had been so familiar about the shape of the mountain -- she had seen it a thousand times from the window of her own bedroom!
A strange thrill of excitement coursed through Wendy's body as she realized exactly where she was being held captive. It had to be near the edge of the National Game Preserve. She had been there twice on field trips and once on vacation with her family. All she would have to do is follow the dirt road to the main road -- Pineridge couldn't be over five miles beyond that! "Wendy! Hey... come on... time to eat!" Gino called from the wide veranda of the lodge.
Wendy glanced toward the road again, then turned and walked briskly to the lodge. She found the others already gathered and she nodded and smiled as she took her place beside Trudy.
Supper was quiet, but Wendy sensed something in the air. It was almost as if they were all awaiting something, something exciting. Finally, as the dishes were cleared, Stella got up from the table and went into the kitchen. She returned in a few moments and placed a glass of orange juice before Wendy.
Wendy looked at it, then at Stella. She recalled the first time the woman had brought her juice to drink and she chilled. "Do... do I have to?" she questioned.
Stella patted her cheek and smiled as she replied, "Time for you to earn your keep; little lady."
Wendy swallowed thickly and looked about the table; the others were watching her intently with expectant looks on their faces.
"Go on, Wendy... it's gonna be all right," Trudy urged her and patted her knee.
Wendy steeled herself, then picked up the glass of juice to drain it. Almost immediately, she felt the effects of the drug. There was a numbness in her legs, then giddiness. Everyone's voices got far off and she felt herself being helped to her feet again.
"All set up?" Paul asked Buck.
"Ready and waiting," the black man replied.
"Are we gonna get to watch?" Ruby asked and looked toward Stella.
"Sure, why not... it ought to be fun for all of us," she said and helped Trudy with Wendy.
Wendy was aware of hands helping her; she saw the main room of the lodge swim before her eyes, then there was an open door and a stairway. Her first thought was of Joni and the abuse she had endured at the hands of the two black men. She whimpered as she was helped down the stairs and confusion overcame her as she looked around for the barn scene. But it wasn't there -- in its place was a comfy little bedroom, with a bed, dresser and mirror and lacy curtains covering a real window to one side of the bed.
Wendy was unable to protest as she felt her jeans and shirt removed. She felt herself being dressed and she wondered about, that as Trudy fastened a brassiere about her body. Then, a pair of panties were slipped on her, followed by a cotton skirt and blouse.
Wendy was led to the mock bedroom and Stella helped her to sit on the side of the bed. "Just do what comes natural, and don't be afraid. I'll be right here."
The words made little sense to Wendy as the drug coursed through her veins, but she managed a weak smile and took the magazine that Stella handed her. Then, bright floodlights came on and the other lights in the basement were dimmed.
"Pretend you're all by yourself, Wendy," Trudy called out from the shadows, "Take a peek at the book!"
Wendy shook her head to clear her vision and looked down at the magazine. She was shocked to find it was a pornographic publication, filled with glossy photos of men and women engaged in sex acts. She flipped a page and found a beautiful blonde woman tied across a huge bed. Hovering over her were two men. In the succeeding photos, the pair did everything imaginable to the helpless woman and Wendy found herself suddenly aroused. In her mind, she was the woman tied to the bed!
As she continued to turn the pages, Wendy felt her passions growing and she could not resist placing her hand beneath the magazine to touch her cunt mound. The instant her hand came in contact with her panty-covered crotch, fingers of excitement raced through her body. She wished she were truly alone -- but somehow, that did not matter now.
From far off, she heard Trudy's voice, "Go on... lift your dress... finger your pussy, Wendy. Look at the pictures and fingerfuck yourself."
And as though in a dream, Wendy found herself doing that very thing. She lifted her skirt, pulled aside the crotch of her panties and began stroking her cunt. All the while, she looked at the filthy pictures of a woman sucking a man's prick while another man fucked her in the ass.
Wendy's breath was coming in short bursts and she knew that the beautiful feeling of orgasm was not far away. She licked her dry lips as she stretched her legs out stiffly and turned another page to find two young girls with an older man. One of them was sitting on his face as he sucked her cunt and the other squatted obscenely over his prick, shoving it into her tight pussy.
Wendy groaned as her finger found her clit and rubbed it sensuously. Then she was startled by a noise behind her. She turned and her expression registered horror as she saw someone climbing through the window. She thrust the magazine aside instinctively and caught her breath as she realized what was about to take place.
Before the startled girl could move off the bed, Gino grabbed her and threw her down. Wendy struggled ineffectually as she felt her wrists being bound, then she found herself tied to the bedpost with her hands above her head.
Gino hovered over the defenseless young girl and leered down at her as he quickly removed his clothing to display a gigantic hard-on. "Man you don't know how I've looked forward to this!" he told her as he climbed onto the bed.
Wendy looked up in horror as Gino ripped the skirt from her body, then took hold of the waistband of the panties to draw them down slowly. As her blonde bush was exposed, Wendy saw Paul move in with his camera for a close-up. It was then that she realized the whole thing was being filmed!
Wendy screamed. Gino ripped open the thin blouse, she was wearing and broke the bra straps. As her full tits were released, Wendy gasped and tried to pull away as Gino fell atop her and began licking them. She writhed and cried out as the youth ran his hands over her quivering flesh and sucked the stiffening nipples of her tits. She tried desperately not to respond, but as soon as Gino's hand cupped her cunt, she knew she was lost.
Wendy shut her eyes as Gino moved up the bed and took hold of her face with his hands. She felt him rubbing the head of his swollen prick over her lips, her eyes and her throat.
"Suck it bitch!" he commanded and squeezed her jaws painfully.
Wendy cried out and, as she did, she felt her mouth filled with his pulsing prick.
"Suck it! Use lotsa tongue!" Gino told her as he held her head tightly and forced more of his prick into the girl's mouth.
Wendy gasped as the youth began an obscene fucking motion with his hips and his prick was shoved even deeper into her throat. She gagged and managed to pull off a bit, then she began using her tongue.
"That's it, baby... suck it good... make it good and hard because I'm gonna stick it in that virgin pussy of yours real soon!"
Wendy chilled. She knew that she was about to lose her virginity, but suddenly it didn't matter to her. She had engaged in so many acts of depravity over the past few days, nothing could possibly be worse. Licking out with her soft tongue, Wendy took more of Gino's prick into her mouth and squirmed sensually as he reached down to stroke her pussy.
She found herself lifting her hips to the youth's searching fingers, and as he found her clit, she moaned. She recalled the picture of the blonde woman in the magazine and she wondered how it would feel -- actually feel -- to have a man's prick in her pussy. And the realization came to her then that she was looking forward to the ordeal!
"Oh, shit!" Gino gasped as he withdrew his prick from between Wendy's glistening lips. "I can't hold out much longer!"
"Fuck her then!" Paul called as he zoomed in for a shot of Gino's prick.
Quickly, Gino forced open Wendy's legs, then backed off so Paul could get a close-up of the hair-fringed lips and her golden bush. As he moved between her legs, Gino lowered his head and licked out with his tongue.
Wendy cried out in passion as Gino's mouth sucked her pussy. She had not been expecting it and the sensations caused her to lift her body to his mouth and tongue.
Then, Gino moved up between the girl's legs. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted them as the head of his prick found the soft, wet warmth of her pussy. He felt her shudder and eased just the head of his prick into her velvet channel as Paul captured the act on film. Then, with a brutal thrust, Gino buried his prick in the young virgin's cunt.
Wendy shrieked as she felt the wall of her virginity give and a sharp pain tear through her loins. But it did not last and as his mouth licked from her tits to her lips, Wendy began to groan and writhe beneath him. She could feel the warm trickle of blood as it oozed from her cunt to run down between the cheeks of her ass. But the thought that she had just lost her virginity was soon gone as she became aware of the pulsing flesh inside her body.
"Ohhhhh, Ginooooo!" she moaned and began to twist her body under his.
"Good, huh, baby?" he questioned as he withdrew his bulging prick to thrust deeply again.
"Ughhhhnnn!" she gasped as she felt herself filled with his throbbing prick. "Yessss! Fuck me... God, fuck me, Gino!"
Gino set up a steady rhythm as the girl began begging him. He pulled his prick out slowly, then buried it as she convulsed beneath him.
"Get ready to wind it up," Paul ordered and moved in to the side of the bed. "Pull it out just before you cum and shoot all over her pussy!"
Gino grunted and began a rapid jackhammer movement of his hips. Wendy's legs were bent back until they touched her tits and she felt as though the youth would tear her apart. She could feel his balls as they slapped her naked ass and she tried her best to match his thrusts with those of her own. But she could not catch the rhythm and she found herself simply bucking wildly as he fucked her mercilessly.
"Uhhhhhnnnn... cummin'... cummin'... God damn!" Gino swore as he stiffened and pulled back his hips. His prick popped out of Wendy's body and he let her legs fall to the side as his prick jerked spasmodically in his hand.
Wendy felt the hot splashes of his cum on her pussy. She felt drenched as glob after glob shot onto her twitching cunt. She felt suddenly abandoned, for Gino had left her wanting. Her own orgasm was but a stroke away when he pulled his prick from her steaming cunt. Then frustration rose in her throat as she cried out and tore at the bonds that held her wrists. Twisting, she managed to tear her left hand free. Immediately, she plunged two fingers in her sopping cunt and continued where Gino's prick had left off.
"Jesus! Get a load of that!" Gino cried out and Paul went in for a close-up as the deflowered virgin fingerfucked herself obscenely.
"Work out, Wendy!" Trudy called to her.
Wendy was oblivious of all else as her orgasm washed over her aching body. She writhed sensuously and gasped for breath, her head rolling from side to side as Paul photographed the pure lust etched there.
Wendy felt the sticky cum Gino had spewed onto her blonde bush and she shivered as she ran her fingers over her puffed pussy lips. She lifted her legs and shuddered then as the final wave washed over her and she stiffened.
"Cut!" Paul called out.
Gino climbed off the bed and wiped his prick on the torn skirt. He turned to Paul and questioned, "How'd it look?"
"Fantastic!" Paul told him and smiled at Stella. "Little Miss Muffet put on a show of her own... I wasn't expecting that!"
Wendy heard the words from far off. She realized what had just happened to her -- and she knew too, that it had been filmed. She wondered idly what Paul did with the films. She had heard about such things, but surely they would not show them in a theatre!
Then, Wendy felt her other hand being released. She was numb from the experience, but she allowed herself to be led upstairs and into the shower. Stella adjusted the water for her and smiled as she stepped in.
"You'll find clean clothes on the bed, honey. We'll be downstairs if you want to join us -- if not, we'll understand." Then she closed the door of the stall shower and left Wendy's mind was in a turmoil. She felt dirty all of a sudden and she realized that she had in no way resisted these people; she should have tried to escape the first night and simply taken her chances in the woods. Now, it was too late -- she could never face her family after all that she had done, all that she had let them do to her!
The warm water relaxed her and as it did, she gathered her thoughts -- and she knew what she was going to do. No one would know what had happened to her unless she told them! She could tell her parents about being abducted, but she would remain quiet about the things that had happened to her.
When she had showered and dried off, Wendy went into her room to find her clothing. She was disappointed to find a brief skirt and see-through blouse with her sandals -- she would need something a bit warmer if she expected to make it through the woods to the road at night!
Dressing quickly, she slipped out of her room and into the empty hallway. She tiptoed to the head of the stairs and saw all the others gathered in front of the fireplace.
She backed away from the landing and found the door to Paul and Stella's room. Inside, she located the closet and found a heavy shirt of Paul's. From a hook on the back of the door, she took a pair of women's slacks and pulled them on. They were a little large for her, but better than the brief skirt she wore.
The dresser yielded a pair of heavy socks which Wendy stuffed into her pocket. Looking about, she decided she had all, that she needed. Now, all she had to do was to get out of the lodge before anyone found out what she was up to. She pulled the heavy drapes away from the window and saw glass doors that led to a rear sundeck; her heart skipped a beat as she reached for the handle and found the doors unlocked.
As she stepped into the night, Wendy held her breath; there was a full moon and the air was chill and crisp. It would get much colder, she knew, but if she kept moving, she would be able to keep warm. She went quickly to the edge of the sundeck and looked down. There was a low, slanted roof just below and she recognized it to be the roof of the screened-in porch at the back of the dwelling.
Cautiously, the girl slipped over the rail and let herself down to the roof below. As her feet came in contact with the slanted roof, she let go of the railing. Then, a sudden sinking sensation filled her as she felt herself slipping. She clawed in an attempt to stop her downward slide, but it was no use -- she felt the roof disappear from beneath her.
Wendy hit the ground with a thump. She saw stars and dared not move as her thoughts cleared. She moved one leg and then the other and when she found she had broken nothing, she stood up shakily and looked about. The back door of the cabin was closed and she could hear no sounds from the inside; carefully, she made her way around the corner and saw the dirt road in the pale moonlight. She walked slowly, keeping to the heavy forest growth to her left. When she had gone a good hundred yards from the lodge, she paused and looked back.
The dwelling cast a soft glow from its windows and Wendy knew that the others were too engrossed in what they were doing to miss her any time soon. She turned then and took off at a trot toward the road. When she came to it, she stopped momentarily to button up the too large-shirt and to slip the heavy woolen socks on her feet. They made her sandals a bit tight, but she felt more comfortable walking in them.
Again, she began to trot. She followed the winding dirt road for perhaps a mile, then she stopped to rest. She tried to recall how long the drive with Gregor had taken, but she could not. She remembered leaving the main road and driving onto a rougher road, but she had no idea if this was even the sa ne one they had taken.
When she had caught her breath, Wendy took off again. This time, she paced herself and jogged comfortably alongside the road. The moon gave her ample light and she knew no fear as she ran toward freedom. She was exhilarated and she knew she was going to be able to make good her escape -- so long as they did not miss her too soon!
She had gone another mile when suddenly she heard a familiar sound somewhere behind her. It took a moment to register, but when it did, she acted quickly. She bolted from the road and into the thick scrub growth. Stopping, she caught her breath as a pair of headlights splashed the road; an automobile was approaching from the direction of the lodge.
She crouched and peered through the underbrush as the vehicle came closer and closer. As it reached the spot where she had left the road, it slowed and nearly stopped. For a moment, Wendy's heart stopped, then it beat furiously in her young breast as the car sped up again and disappeared into the darkness.
She knew she would have to leave the road now -- they had missed her and come looking for her! As she stood there, Wendy found herself on a small footpath that ran parallel to the road; she looked around, made her decision and struck off in the same direction.
Two hours later, Wendy was hopelessly lost. She had veered away from the road at some point, then the moon had become shadowed by clouds. She was panic-stricken as she realized she could not find the road and she debated whether or not to return along the path in an attempt to find it again. She was about to turn around to go back when she saw a soft glow off in the distance.
Approaching cautiously, Wendy came upon a small clearing. Two men sat before a low campfire. Nearby was parked a small truck with a camper. Wendy heaved a sigh of relief, stumbled into the clearing and called out.
"Well, well... what have we here?" the man nearest the fire remarked as he saw Wendy.
Wendy brushed her hair out of her face and felt a flood of relief go through her body as she looked about the small camp; she saw the carcasses of two deer hanging from a nearby tree and she realized the men were hunters.
She glanced from one man to the other as they both stood. "Can... you help me?" she asked in a tired voice, "I'm in trouble..."
The largest of the two men stepped forward took hold of Wendy's wrist as his friend looked about apprehensively. "You sure are, sweetheart..." he told her in a sluned voice and Wendy caught the odor of whiskey on the man's breath.
She chilled then as she realized these men were not simply hunters -- they were poachers! And she knew too, they would be of little help to her!
"Please... let go of my arm, you're hurting me!" she cried as the man pulled her to him.
Without speaking, the man called Fred took hold of Wendy's shirt and ripped it open. "That look like a kid to you?" he questioned.
Wendy shrank from the men's sight and attempted to cover herself. But the man's grip was too firm and she found her arm twisted behind her as the man slipped the shin, from her, body. She saw the second man approaching and she cringed in fear as he licked his lips and leered at her.
"Man... she is some lovely piece!" he said thickly and reached out to cup her breast.
As the man's hand closed on her tit, Wendy felt the other man's hand at her waist. He pulled at the buttons and she felt a rush of cold air wash over her exposed body.
"Please..." she begged, "don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone I saw you here! Please... just help me to get to the highway!"
"Are you lost, little girl?" the man asked as he ran his hand to her belly and let it linger there.
"Yes... oh, please..." she begged as the other man slipped both his hands around her waist and cupped her tits.
"Well, Bobby, looks like we've got some company for the night -- dropped right outta heaven!"
The man called Bobby looked down at Wendy's golden bush of pubic hair and licked his lips. He looked at her nakedness and let out a groan as he fell to his knees.
Wendy could not believe this was happening to her. The man forced her legs apart roughly and before she could even cry out, he had his mouth on her pussy and was tonguing it wildly. She tried to twist away from the two men, but it was impossible. The man eating her pussy had a firm hold on her hips and the other was pressed against her quivering body holding tight to her tits.
"Oh, God... stop!" she cried as the man behind her nuzzled her neck roughly. She felt his growth of beard as it scraped her cheeks and she became aware of the other man's beard on her tender inner thighs.
"Man, she's a hot one!" Fred said as he tried to twist her head around. Finally, he managed and as his lips closed over her mouth he felt his prick growing against his leg.
Wendy gasped as she smelled the man's whiskey breath. He forced his tongue into her mouth and Wendy gagged at its vileness. Then, as she felt him unzip his trousers and his throbbing cock sprang forth, she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach. The man's mouth on her cunt was sending delirious waves of sensual pleasure over her body and she knew she was beginning to respond to his rough caresses. She fought the feeling, but only momentarily as the other man took her hand and guided it to his pulsing prick.
"How's that for size, baby?" he whispered in her ear as her fingers curled about his cock. "If it ain't big enough, Bobby's got one that's a wee bit bigger!"
Wendy whimpered as the man's prick twitched in her hand. She could not tight the feelings any longer and she found herself bunching forward to Bobby's mouth as she squeezed the growing prick.
The man on his knees looked up as he felt the naked girl moving her hips to his mouth. He saw her head twisted around and his friend's mouth glued to hers. Then, he saw that she had a firm hold on Fred's prick. His mind reeled as he realized the girl wanted it as much as they wanted her and he renewed his attack on her golden-haired pussy.
"Jesus!" Fred gasped as he pulled his mouth from Wendy's. "Let's get inside the camper and get naked... this little bitch is hot enough to fuck us both!"
The three of them stumbled toward the open camper; Wendy allowed herself to be hoisted up and into the dark interior. She watched as the men tore off their clothing and dove in after her. Bobby got in first and swept her into his arms. As his mouth closed about hers and he guided her hand to his prick, Wendy felt her legs pried apart and Fred began licking her cunt.
"Ughhhhnnn... yesssssss... eat me! Eat my pussy!" she cried and Bobby fondled her tits and tried to force his tongue back into her mouth.
Rolling her head to one side, she told him, "Let me suck you... give me your prick!"
Bobby moved up and over the girl as his friend lapped her teenaged cunt. He took hold of his prick and guided it into her warm, wet mouth. As she took it, he shuddered and cursed loudly as she tongued him. "Jeeeee-sussss! She's gonna suck it off!" and he took hold of her head as Wendy forced more and more of his throbbing flesh into her mouth.
Fred looked up and saw the girl sucking his friend's prick. He swallowed thickly and moved between her legs, his prick held tightly in his hand.
Wendy felt the man nudge her wet cunt with the head of his prick. She arched to him and as she did, his prick slid into the tight sheath of her vagina.
"God almighty! This bitch is so tight, you'd think she was a virgin!" Fred exclaimed. He took hold of her full asscheeks and began thrusting forward then as Bobby panted over Wendy's sucking mouth.
Wendy's mind was a confusion of lust and passion as the two men used her body wantonly. She writhed in sensual pleasure as she felt her cunt filled with Fred's prick and she sucked the plum-like head of the other man's cock lavishly. Then, a picture flashed in her mind's eye and she recalled Joni with both men fucking her at the same time.
Quickly, she pulled her mouth off of Bobby's prick and told him, "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me at the same time -- both of you!"
Both men reacted quickly; Fred took hold of Wendy and rolled over, pulling her atop him. Bobby scooted down in the narrow confines of the camper and looked down at her beautiful asscheeks. He lowered his head and licked the girl wetly as Fred moved his hands to her hips. As Bobby's tongue came in contact with the girl's puckered asshole, she gasped and cried out again.
"Yesss, oh yes! There... stick it in... fuck me there... fuck me in the ass!"
Raising his face, Bobby scooted up between the couple's wide spread legs and took hold of his throbbing prick. He rubbed the head over the girl's asshole, then shoved forward slightly. She gasped loudly as the head of his cock was forced into her nether bole. Easing it in, he leaned forward to feel her full ass pressed tight against his belly.
Wendy's head reeled. She could not believe the sensations she was experiencing as the two men fucked her in unison. What little pain she had felt soon passed and she found herself caught up in the wanton act with the two poachers. Raising up on her elbows, she looked down at the man's lust-contorted face and told him, "Suck my titties... lick them... lick my nipples while you fuck me!"
Fred raised his head and caught one of the girl's turgid nipples between his lips. He sucked her lavishly as she ground her pelvis to him and his prick slid in and out of her wet cunt. Fred felt himself cumming and there was nothing he could do about it. He wanted to hold off as long as he could, but the lovely girl's tight pussy was driving him wild. He could feel his friend's prick as it slid in and out of her asshole and the thought that both of them were fucking her at the same time made him dizzy with lust.
Bobby pounded forward with his hips as the girl's asshole accepted the entire length of his cock. He felt her writhing beneath his body and, from the sounds she was making, he knew she was enjoying the act as much as he and Fred were. He heard Fred gasp then and cry out.
"Nooooo!" Wendy screamed. "Not yet!"
But Fred could not hold back. His prick erupted to spurt its hot load deep in the girl's pussy as she writhed atop him, begging him not to cum. "Arghhhhhh... cummin'. Ohhhhh!" he sobbed as his contractions caused his body to stiffen beneath the sweating girl's body. His prick gushed wildly and he could feel his sticky cum running down the sides of his prick to his balls and thighs.
Wendy felt the man explode inside her. She was not quite ready as his hot cum splashed in her pussy and she clenched her muscles tight as though that might stop the man. But she was too late. His cum filled her cunt, then dribbled out from around his twitching prick. As he stopped his thrusting motion, Wendy felt his prick softening and she was left with a feeling of intense frustration.
Bobby continued fucking the girl in the ass as his partner cried out, then went limp beneath them. He thrust deeply with his throbbing cock, for he realized his partner had not satisfied the girl. Rolling to his side, he pulled Wendy from atop Fred, holding firmly to her lush hips.
"Yesssss..." Wendy hissed as she felt herself pulled from the exhausted man. She felt Bobby's hands move over her hips and she shuddered as her legs were spread and he began fingerfucking her. "Yessss, God yes! Make me cum... up high... there!" she gasped as his prick slid in and out of her tight asshole and his fingers found her clit.
Never in his life had Bobby experienced such a wild piece of ass. Had someone told him that just a few short hours before, the writhing, lusting teenager had been a virgin, he would not have believed them.
Wendy ground her ass against the man as he fucked her lewdly in the asshole. His finger was about to bring her off and she sobbed deeply. She saw Fred watching them and as she licked her lips, she noticed his wilted prick twitching again.
"Ummmmm... move up... let me suck you... cum in my mouth!" she told the bewildered man.
Slowly, he moved up and Wendy grabbed his wilted prick. As her warm lips wrapped about it and she teased it with her hot tongue, Fred swallowed thickly -- it was growing again!
Wendy sucked the man's prick lavishly as his friend ravished her asshole. She was lost to reality and all she could think about was the fact that she was enjoying what she was doing! She felt the man's prick grow in her mouth and as it did, she pushed back with her hips to get every last bit of Bobby's prick into her asshole.
"Ummmmmm... cumming... cumming..." she gasped as she felt the man behind her stiffen. He too cried out and dug his fingers into her cunt as he spasmed and shot his load of sticky hot cum into her asshole.
Fred could not believe it as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Not in ten years had he experienced two so close together and he grimaced as the girl's hot, sucking mouth brought him to the brink.
Wendy shuddered heavily as the man's prick spurted inside her. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave and left her breathless. Just as it did, the prick in her mouth jerked wildly and she felt the man's hands on her head as he cried out.
Wendy's mouth was filled with his cum and she swallowed quickly to keep from losing a precious drop. She sucked the man dry as Bobby went limp behind her and his fingers fell still on her sopping cunt.
Slowly, the three of them regained their breath and their composure. Wendy was the first to move and she stumbled out of the camper and into the chill night air. As she stood shivering in the moonlight, she saw her torn clothing on the ground. Then she looked up and wondered: My God... what have I done... what have I become?
Frank Harris paced the floor nervously before the Chief's desk. Finally, the man set the phone back in its cradle and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Frank... still no word."
"But it's been nearly a week, Bill," he said helplessly.
"I know," the man said and sighed. He stood and came around the desk to comfort his friend. "Look... we've checked every possible lead and we've turned up nothing. I know this might be difficult to accept, but is there a chance that Wendy left of her own accord? You know... just took off?"
Frank Harris looked at the Chief. He shook his head slowly and replied, "No, Bill... there are some things that Wendy just wouldn't do. Running off is one of them. I know my own daughter!"
The Chief of Police looked at his friend and he wandered: Do any of us ever know our children -- before it's too late?