Chapter 6
The news of his wife's kidnapping reached Tom while he was grilling some hamburgers for the children. Two county police cars had roared into the cabin area with sirens blaring.
"WHAT? You can't be serious! You mean to tell me that some criminals have my wife!"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
The beefy-faced cop rested a hand on his gun. He spit a murky stream of chewing tobacco onto the ground.
Tom was beside himself with worry. He dared not show his concern. Both Linda and Jeffrey were already beginning to panic.
The crowd of other cabin-vacationers pressed around Tom and the burly cop. Everyone wanted to know what was going to happen.
"Well, what are the police doing about it? When will you find my wife?"
"We're doing pretty much all we can. Just have to wait."
"WAIT? Thanks a hell of a lot!"
"Now calm down..."
"Is that all you can say? What the hell kind of police force is this anyway? You come tear-assing
in here with two cars when you should be out looking for my wife!"
"Now you just hold on or I just might be forced to take you into protective custody... for your own good."
The quiet threat in the big cop's voice was unmistakable. A hush fell over the crowd. Tom had to back down.
Soon, there were even more police cars at the cabin site. Tom was asked, question upon question. They wanted a complete description of Maureen, what she was wearing, why she went into the small town... and on and on.
It was late into the night by the time things quieted down. The children were very upset. They were afraid they might never see their mother again.
Tom did indeed try to stay calm. He knew he had to keep up a good front. But it was too difficult.
All he kept thinking was that the worst was happening to Maureen. He had no way of knowing that she had been enjoying the fuck of her life while he fretted over her....
"What should we do with her now, Billy?"
"Why don't you just shut up, Clive, and let me do the thinking around here!"
"S-sorry..."
"Now, the first thing we're going to do is rustle us up some food. Fucking that bitch made me hungry!"
While the men laughed and made coarse jokes among themselves, Maureen discreetly tried to put her clothes back on. But when Carl saw her, he snatched them out of her hands and threw them up on one of the rafter beams, out of reach.
She had to suffer the disgrace of being totally naked in front of them. Her fear had returned. Now that all of them were sexually satisfied, she thought her life might be in danger.
While they counted the money from the robbery, they kept an eye on her. There was nothing she could do but stay cowered on the filthy cot.
Soon they brought out the meager provisions they had brought with them. There were canned meats and beans and some sourdough bread.
Nothing appealed to her but they made her eat anyway. Clive had ambled over to her and slapped some greasy meat and a chunk of bread down between her breasts.
He held the gun to her head while she ate it. He did not move at all until she had finished it. All the while he giggled a high-pitched, crazy sounding laugh.
Maureen tried to think clearly. The acrid food in her stomach was churning. It made her feel like she wanted to throw up. Yet, she had to keep her wits about her.
She tried to figure out how she had been able to come when they raped her. The thought of it shamed her now.
Such a wild feeling of animal lust had overwhelmed her that she scarcely could believe she had done it. Why had she so willingly spread her legs after the first cock?
Remembering the feeling of those stiff pricks digging into her made her cunt ooze slightly now. She pressed her legs together, hoping none of the men would notice it.
They were busy making plans for what they would do. It was quite clear to them all that the police would be looking for them. Their crime was compounded by her kidnapping and they knew it.
"What should we do with the filly?"
"Well, Carl, we could just wait a while and then let her go. The cops is never going to find us up here."
"Yeah, that's for sure. But with her around, and then letting her go, why, she's going to be able to describe us!"
"Hang it all, Carl, you're right! Maybe we should just get rid of her right away."
Billy fingered the gun he had retrieved from the simpleton, Clive. All of them looked over at Maureen.
Fear gripped at her throat. Suddenly it was difficult for her to catch her breath. What were they going to do?
Maureen felt the tension in the room rising. All was quiet as they eyed her glorious, naked body.
What were they going to do to her?
Her mind went crazy with terror! She began to shake all over. The trembling made her pendulous breasts quiver and her nipples stand erect.
This turned them on more than before. She could see the leer of lust creep into their eyes.
Slowly, Billy got up from where he had been sitting with the others on the floor. He came and stood over her curled-up body.
She could not keep herself from trembling like a leaf. Her mind raced.
Would he harm her now?
Maureen had to try to save herself. What could she do? She was only one woman, and defenceless against three men.
"You sure are one hell of a nice cunt!"
Billy poked at her with the barrel of his gun. He traced a cold line around her breasts-made her lie flat-and pressed down her stomach to her crotch.
Her kinky hairs curled into the steel barrel. He rubbed it around, embedding the cold steel in her soft flesh.
"You like cock, don't you, bitch?"
"I... I..."
Words failed her. In her terror all she could do was stammer. Her mind refused to work in any manner at all.
Her only thought was of the loaded gun pointing at her pussy. All he had to do was pull the trigger.. .
"You know something... before I get rid of this cunt I think we ought to have some fun with her."
"Yeah, Billy, yeah! I could get it up again!"
"Shut up, Clive! If anyone's going to get at this sweet pussy, it's going to be me!"
With that, Billy tossed the gun over to Carl. Maureen was able to breath a little easier then. Just having that deadly weapon gone was a great relief!
Now he unzipped his pants. In the gloom of the cabin she could barely see it. But the shadow of it seemed to indicate that it was limp, hanging over his balls.
"I think you should have some dessert, cunt"
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me! Suck my cock!"
Billy grabbed her by her long black hair and forced her head into his crotch. The smell of stale pee and dirt filled her nose.
It almost made her retch.
He rubbed her nose into his stiff pubic hairs. He was pressing her so hard that she could barely breathe! The soft hunk of meat massaged over her cheek.
Both Carl and Clive gathered around to watch. They were like schoolboys. Anything that Billy did was like the action of a god to them.
They wanted to see what he would force the beautiful woman to do to his cock. The silence and passionate tension in the room mounted.
"Come on... take my pecker in your mouth!"
He yanked her by the hair again. There was nothing Maureen could do but obey. She parted her lips slightly.
"Open up, bitch!"
Before she could even respond through her terror, he had jammed his dick into her mouth. The soft meat probed against her cheeks.
It was all she could do to keep from gagging! His joint was evil. It seemed to be encrusted with every orgasm he had ever had!
"Suck me off ! "
His cruel hands pulled her hair. He forced her face deeper into his crotch.
She opened her mouth to accommodate his fleshy manhood. The thick shaft lay heavily in her like a hunk of old meat!
"Use your tongue!"
Maureen began to work on him in earnest. Her mind was blank as her tongue began to lick along the stinky dick. She had to divorce her mind from what her body was doing.
She licked at him. Her tongue stroked over his cock and made soft the crusty, old jism. It melted in her mouth.
Now she could begin to taste the acrid stuff. It slid down her throat and nearly made her stomach rebel.
Yet there was nothing she could do. She had to keep sucking and lapping at his musty joint.
Every lick made her want to vomit.
He ground his hips into her face. It made his soft meat dig to the back of her throat. For, even limp, his cock was long and thick.
Her cheeks sucked inward. They pressed against his shaft and made him sigh.
Maureen was doing her best to please him. She did everything that he told her to do. Her ministrations made the fat cock tip lodge into her throat.
"Yeah... that's good!"
Billy liked the feeling of her gagging, opening-and-closing throat spasming around his joint. It made him feel that her throat was kneading him... and it was!
She sucked harder and harder. For some reason, her body was impelling her onward. Her subconscious made her want his pecker to stiffen.
But the more she sucked, the farther down her throat it pressed. It did not stiffen up.
He was rotating his hips around and around. His dick pressed first against one cheek, then the other. The big knob wedged tightly in her throat.
Then, without really knowing what she was doing, Maureen felt her hands moving. They sought his balls!
It was as if her body was responding to his hunk of meat in her mouth without her mind controlling her actions! Before she realized it, she was massaging his nuts!
"Hey! That's the way to do it, bitch!"
Billy was pleasantly surprised. He had never expected her to get into blowing him so much. But she did!
Her mouth sucked hungrily at him now. Harder and harder her lips pulled on his shaft while her tongue stroked insistently at him.
Billy let a low groan escape from deep within him. His pecker seemed to stiffen slightly. This made her work on him all the more!
Her head moved back and forth along the length of his pole. In and out, in and out... the thick rod disappeared and reappeared from her luscious lips.
Carl and Clive were breathing heavily now. The hot blow job they were witnessing turned them on to no end!
Maureen was lost. She had no idea what she was doing or why she was doing it. All she was aware of was trying to make his pecker hard in her mouth.
Her hands kneaded at his balls. The hard nuts squirmed this way and that under her tickling fingers.
She pressed on his jewels. The spongy sac rotated against her chin as she squeezed them gently, insistently.
Billy was gasping now. Her pulling, sucking mouth was making little jolts of electricity ripple through him. Man, what a woman this was!
As she moved her head and devoured his prick, her own cunt drooled faster and faster. She could feel the trickle of her hot pussy juice ooze from between her legs.
Yes, she was hot! She wanted to feel a heavy hunk of meat thrashing in her burning hole!
Her rising desire made her head move faster on his dick. She sucked furiously on him!
Pressed deep against the back of her throat, the pee-slit on his tip gaped open. The shaft stiffened somewhat. It seemed to grow hot and radiate passion in her mouth.
But it was not passion that the lean thief was feeling. He had not relieved himself after eating. The, burning he felt in his cock now was the need to urinate!
His joint began to tickle and tingle. He groaned. What a time to have to piss!
"Hey... you got to stop."
Maureen heard his voice as if he were a million miles away. She did not break her hungry, sucking, in-and-out motion for an instant.
She refused to let his cock go from her mouth!
Billy began to tremble. He tried to hold his water back. But the way she was tickling his balls and pressing on them made him want to burst!
The more her vacuuming mouth yanked on his pole, the more he felt the burning of piss bulge along the shaft, He had to pee!
"Turn me loose, bitch, I got to whiz!"
Whether Maureen heard him or not did not matter. She was lost in the sensations of his prick in her mouth. Nothing could take that pole from her now.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..."
GUSH! A stream of watery pee splattered into her throat!
Maureen gasped! She gagged!
The torrent of piss rushed into her with the force of a fire hose! Once he started, he could not stop!
She had to swallow it! Her mouth was inundated with his acrid, forceful flow. Trickles of yellow piss oozed from the corners of her mouth.
The stream gushed and gushed into her! Her stomach was filled with the smelly liquid. She swallowed gamely, drinking it down.
Still, it was if she could not help herself. Her hands kept squeezing at his nuts. It made his piss flow faster and harder.
Billy sighed with the deflating feeling of relief as he emptied his bladder into her mouth. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before!
Her warm, sucking mouth seemed to milk his piss right out of him in the most sensuous way. As he peed in her, he felt his pecker begin to harden.
The more liquid he let go, the harder his cock got. All the while her mouth and her hands never stopped working on him.
Maureen was like a woman possessed. Her tongue stroked his jolting prick as her head bobbed up and down on it.
Still she moved it in and out of her as the flows of piss shot down her throat. She gagged and swallowed, gagged and swallowed.
"Ohhhh man!"
Billy was beside himself with joy! His cock swelled up more and more. Now, however, it was with hot, frothing jism that his shaft filled!
As the gush of his piss ebbed down to a trickle he could feel the burning of a different kind of flow beginning. He was hotter than hell!
His cock puffed full with blood. Maureen felt it get rock hard in her mouth. It bulged out the sides of her wet, piss-covered cheeks.
She ran her tongue up and down the throbbing pole. He groaned as he felt her massaging him, urging him on.
Her head still moved rhythmically on his rod. Now that it was thicker than before, her lips were almost wide open. His giant cock pressed into her and widened her mouth.
"Get ready! I'm going to come!"
Maureen sucked like there was no tomorrow! Her mouth vacuumed on his ballooning cock! Her fingers pressed hard on his nuts!
Yes, soon... soon he would cream his load into her!
"Ahhhhhhh! Drink it down! Oooohhhh!"
With a tidal wave of come, he slammed his hips forward into her face! The turgid hunk of meat tore into her throat again!
This time, a flood of creamy, bubbling sperm gushed into her mouth! It filled her up!
Maureen loved it! Sucking like a whore, she made his pecker tingle with lust!
More and more thick sperm rushed into her mouth. Again, she swallowed hard, drinking down all he had to shoot.
He was face-fucking her now! His hips ground into her. Her nose was crushed into his pubic hairs!
In and out, time and time again, the shooting rod impaled her!
Her mouth accommodated him. She took the whole, huge, squirting thing in as far as it would go!
He jammed her! His balls jammed against her chin as her hands worked on them.
More and more, harder and harder his steaming prick filled her with his come! The torrents of it mixed with his piss and made a cesspool out of her mouth.
But Maureen did not mind. This was excitement!
She could have never done anything like this with Tom. No man had ever urinated in her mouth before and then come as well !
The waves of excitement rang through her. It made her cunt begin to contract!
Why, it felt like she was going to come right with him!
Her body twisted as she sucked down his creamy, frothing seed. The feeling in her hole enflamed her! She wanted his prick!
With her mouth stuffed full, she could not tell him what she needed to have. There was no way. His groans and the sound of his gushy slaps in her mouth were too loud.
All she could do was reach down with one hand. Her clit! Ah, her clit quivered under her fingers! The job knob there at the top of her pussy was hard and trembling. All she needed was just a little to make her scream out her own orgasm as he shot his jism in her mouth.
"Hey look!"
"Yeah, Billy, the filly's going to whack herself off!"
"Uhhh... Do it for her, Carl."
Billy did not want to be bothered. He was lost in his own rapture as his spewing rod rammed into her throat.
The job was given to Carl instead and the young man loved it. In an instant, he had knelt between Billy's trembling legs and shoved his fingers into Maureen's cunt.
She gasped and nearly choked on the rod and thick cream in her mouth when she felt it. Strange fingers rammed into her wet hole!
It made her twist and grind her hips around and around! Ah, it was just what she needed!
Carl's thumb was pressing hard on her sensitive clit, driving her crazy! At the same time, he had three fingers thrusting in her spasming hole! "Ummmm! Ummmmmmm!"
Her orgasm ripped through her! All that she had needed was that touch! Her cunt contorted in a climax!
The steaming prick in her mouth shot and shot as she clamped down hard on it! Her teeth rasped over the thrashing weapon as her pussy rippled in an orgasm!
What a fuck!
Her body bucked and jumped about! Her mouth made his prick lurch from side to side!
All the while, the violent rod spewed and creamed thick, bubbling jism! It filled her stomach and let rivers of it run down her chin!
The heavy breathing and the gushing, squishy sounds of come were loud in the quiet mountain cabin. The fucking was wildly furious!
Now both Carl and Clive were beating their own meat with their hands. Bodies were jerking and jolting together all over!
What a scene! Maureen and the thieves were all getting off at the same time!
At that very moment, Tom was lying awake in his empty bed. He could not get to sleep because he was so worried about Maureen.
Horrible visions kept invading his mind. Vivid scenes of her being tortured, beaten, or murdered, haunted him mercilessly.
He tossed and turned, thinking about her perfect body lying on a deserted country road somewhere. The thought of it made him sick and frightened.
What could he do? The incompetent hick cops were no solace at all to him. At least tomorrow the F.B.I. would be there.
This thought comforted him. He felt that they could find his wife much better than the local-yokels could.
The more thoughts that raced through his mind, the more restless he became. He wished he had sleeping pills so he could get some rest.
His body was stiff with tension. But that was not the only thing that was stiff!
When he thought about his wife's luscious body and how good it was to fuck her, his cock rose in the air. He looked down to see it poking straight up and lifting the sheet with it!
How could he think about fucking at a time like this? Guilt overwhelmed him, but he could not stop.
His hands reached under the sheet to feel his bony gristle. Before long, he was pulling on it in long, slow strokes.
As he worked on his rod he thought about Maureen. He thought about how he had creamed into her mouth that morning when she had awakened him by giving him a blow job.
Oh, where was she? Who was ramming her soft, deep hole now!
"Uhhhh..."
His hips bucked upwards off the bed as he squirted. Thick globs of white come ran down his hands.
How could he do this? His wife might be being tortured somewhere while he beat his own meat! It made him feel terrible.
Still, his balls pumped a rush of jism through his throbbing cock. His hands did not stop.
It was now, in his wife's absence, when he began to appreciate her true worth. He wished desperately that he had pleased her better before. His cock hungered for her hot hole.