Chapter 1
Paula Green floored the accelerator of her Chevrolet and brought the little economy sedan off the looping entry ramp and onto the deserted stretch of California freeway. As far as she could see ahead of her through the windshield, or behind in the rear-view mirror, there was no sign of another automobile along that whole barren, arrow-straight section of Interstate 5.
-Paula didn't mind the isolation in the least In fact, if she had stopped to give it a passing thought, she would in all-likelihood have been glad that she had no other cars to share the road with. On an empty highway she would be free to drive and cruise as she wished, concentrating on the road with only part of her mind, while the rest looked backward into memory or ahead to coming events.
The future, of course, looked most interesting of all to young Paula Green at that particular moment. After five years of college she was finally on her way out in to the real world, winging her way-or at least driving, she mentally corrected with awry little smile-toward her beginning days as a sixth grade teacher in the little town of Redding. That was woodland country, she knew, where it snowed in the winters and the sky was blue and clear and not the least bit like that gray muck hanging over her home town of Los Angeles. A nice, simple little town, leading a nice simple life, free from the worries of police strikes and muggings, race riots and overpopulation.
Paula turned on the radio and spun the tuning knob aimlessly, found nothing to her liking amid the choice of three country-western stations, and shut the radio off again. She began to hum softly to herself, a romantic ballad from one of her very favorite motion pictures. A love story, naturally.
The trip to Redding, the whole potentially traumatic uprooting ceremony which accompanies the founding of a new life miles away, had been going smoothly for Paula thus far. In fact, she had to admit that she loved the excitement and hustle-bustle, even the unavoidable moments of confusion. Above all, she took pardonable pride in the way she had so far managed to keep her head under fire, arranging all the details without having to ask her parents to dip into their ever full well of "helpful" advice.
For Paula Green was not merely leaving Los Angeles: she was Leaving Home as well, with all that the grim designation implied. Friends, parents and the warm security blanket of family dependability were behind her for the first time, fading like the miles of blacktop ribbon in her rear-view mirror as she drove steadily northward. Yes, the trip to Redding and a new life was a very large one for her, but all the same, she welcomed it.
Paula frowned with mock severity as she mentally checked off her vital statistics in a sort of silent roll-call. She was a 21-year-old virgin, and while it was not precisely true, in the words of the old song, that she had never been kissed, she had done very little else that was either novel or in the least bit adventurous. Once, more than a year past, she had allowed a boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now) to slide his hand inside her sweater and briefly (very briefly) caress the full orb of one breast, but that was the sum total of her sexual experience to date.
Perhaps I'll do something about that in Redding! she told herself, a little smile now replacing the mock-comic frown.
Not that she expected the tiny mountain hamlet to be overflowing with eligible bachelors; far from it. But maybe, just perhaps, it would be the sort of serene setting she needed in which to blossom and unfold, gradually reaching her full potential by degrees, not just in the sexual area, but in every respect.
Paula shot a quick glance at the gasoline gauge, glad that she had stopped at the last station fifteen miles back. Interstate 5 was notorious for its shortage of service stops in some places, and she did not imagine getting stranded out there all alone with Redding now almost within her grasp.
The road was so flat, and the day so clear, that she saw the two hitchhikers standing at roadside from almost a mile away. They were tiny specks at first, slowly growing and resolving themselves into human forms; the forms, in fact, of a boy and girl standing side by side on the shoulder of the road.
Paula slowed the car, out of curiosity at first, wincing to herself as the remembered voice of her mother came suddenly strong in her mind: Whatever you do, don't stop for any strangers! Paula had a memory, also, of having heard somewhere that it was illegal to hitchhike along freeways in California, and yet here the young couple was, each beaming broad smiles her way and the young man raising a suntanned arm and fist, his thumb erect in the age-old silent gesture of pleading.
Paula tried to remember whether she had passed any cars broken down at roadside during the past few miles, but couldn't recall a single one. Still, it was just possible that the young people were in some sort of trouble, and they didn't look dangerous.. . .
She was reaching over to open the passenger's door from the inside almost before the car had come to a complete stop, smiling up at the girl who now slid into the seat beside her. The young man followed, both of them voicing their most profound thanks for her kindness as she mentally assessed them and sized them up.
At close range, Paula saw that neither of them were quite as young as she had thought from a distance. In fact, the boy, or young man, must have been quite close to her own age, though the girl was plainly no more than 18 or 19. They were both dressed in worn but clean clothing of the "hippy" style, the boy in a sleeveless denim jacket and blue jeans, the girl in a tie-died T-shirt and matching faded pants. A quick glance made it plain to Paula that the girl had nothing on underneath that clinging, form-fitting T-shirt which hugged her tight young breasts so provocatively.
"Thanks again for stopping," the girl was saying. "It's a real bummer standing out there all day with these old geezers driving by like they can't see you right there under their noses."
"Yeah," her male companion drawled in agreement. "Some of those establishment cats almost looked like they'd rather run over us than give us a lift."
Paula smiled inwardly, wondering what these two flower children would do or say if they only knew that she herself was on her way to become a teacher-to join the selfsame Establishment they professed to deplore. The thought passed, and she asked, "How far are you going?"
"Anywhere we end up," the boy said noncommittally, flashing a glance toward his youing female companion that looked to Paula almost like a warning.
"Well, I'm going to Redding," Paula offered in return. "You can ride that far with me, or get out anywhere you like along the way."
"That's fine lady," the boy said. "Just great." At the same time, the girl snickered lightly, in a way which strangely disturbed Paula.
As she drove on in silence, Paula became vaguely aware of eyes upon her, and when she chanced a quick peek from the corner of her eye, she found the young man leaning slightly forward in his seat as if to stare at her. His narrowed eyes were constantly in motion, roving over the swell which her prominent young breasts made beneath her tight-fitting knit sweater, down the smooth flatness of her belly to the glimpse of stockinged thigh visible beneath the hem of her snug skirt. Somehow, the direction and intensity of his staring unnerved Paula, and she briefly considered asking him to turn the other way, but finally dismissed the idea as an example of helpless paranoia.
They had covered some thirty miles in that fashion, with the young hitchhikers turning all attempts at conversation aside with increasingly rude monosyllables, when Paula felt herself beginning to get annoyed. She was just about to remind them both that they were in the car and off their feet, when there came a soft metallic click beside her right ear and she suddenly felt the sharp tip of a knife blade pressing painfully into the soft triangle of ivory flesh behind her ear.
Paula froze where she sat, her arms locking out straight in front of her as she gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fists, her foot suddenly feeling like a lump of lifeless stone pressing the accelerator pedal.
"Cool it, mama!" the young man hissed at her, punctuating the order with an excruciating little twist of the razor-edged blade. "Don't panic on us here! Take it easy and you'll come through this in fine shape, guaranteed."
Paula tried to nod, to demonstrate her cooperative spirit, but she abandoned the motion when it only increased the pain of the knifepoint pressing behind her ear. Already she feared that the blade might have broken through the surface of her soft skin.
"Good!" the boy said at length. He whipped his head from side to side, blonde hair flying about his face as he scanned the highway ahead of them and behind in a search for other cars. "We're clear now. Pull over to the side nice and easy now. Stop this heap, but make sure you keep the motor running."
Paula obeyed his instructions as best she could willing herself to ignore the burning contact of the knife above her carotid artery as she slowed the car to a halt and cautiously set the emergency brake, leaving the small engine idling smoothly in neutral.
"That was beautiful," the boy complemented mockingly. "Now get in the back seat, and be quick about it."
Not understanding, Paula had her hand on the handle of her door when a low snarl from the boy and increased pressure from the knife blade halted her.
"Nothing imagine, bitch!" the young man grated. "Just crawl over the seat like you used to do at the drive-in!"
Paula made no move to obey until the menacing knife was withdrawn from her throat, and then, struggling to fight back the tears of fright and anger which gathered in her eyes, she slowly turned in her seat, awkwardly rising to her knees in the small space allowed her between the back of the seat and the nearby steering wheel. It was awkward and difficult crawling over the back of one seat and into the other, and there was no way to keep her short skirt from riding up all the way around her firm young hips as she did so. She blushed furiously when the young man whistled softly at sight of her tanned thighs and sky-blue little bikini panties under the skirt. She could almost feel his eyes lingering over her crotch and ass before she dropped painfully into the back seat of the Chevy, like a furtive intimate caress from an unclean hand.
She learned the names of her young captors quite by accident at that moment. The boy said, "You drive, Marsha," and the blonde girl replied smilingly, "Sure, Frankie, you go have yourself a time."
Paula did not understand the girl's words at first, but one possible meaning became painfully obvious to her as the boy named Frankie followed her in climbing into the back seat of the car. That vehicle was already in motion and pulling out onto the long empty freeway when he joined her there. She tried to stay as far away from him as possible, shrinking over against the far left-hand side of the interior, but he moved swiftly to sit close beside her, his left arm looping about her shoulders while his right hand toyed idly with the long, wicked switchblade knife.
"Yeah, we're gonna have us a time alright," he said reflectively, as if speaking more for his own ears than hers. "We're gonna have us a real good time, yes sir!"
Paula could not help noticing that he kept his eyes on her body rather than her face. He stared long and hard at the ripe swell of her firm young breasts beneath the snug sweater, undressing her with his leering eyes, and after long moments of that inspection which made her cringe inwardly, he stretched out his right hand to touch her.
Actually, it was not his hand, but rather the tip of his long, cruel knife blade, which first touched Paula's trembling female flesh. She could not take her widened eyes from that cold weapon as it advanced with fluid grace to lightly graze the outer swell of her right tit. The sensation it produced, an unpleasant scraping tickle, produced a shudder along her spine which the boy misinterpreted as arousal.
Frankie's eyes were shining with the unmistakable light of pure animalistic lust as he let the sharp knife point stray slowly, tauntingly across the soft curve of Paula's breast, approaching her nipple with agonizing slowness. To her own considerable consternation, she noticed that the aching fear which gripped her was having its effect on her cherry little nipples as well, causing them to stiffen slightly and poke out with some prominence through the lacy material of her bra and the more substantial covering of her woolen sweater. She winced as the tip of the young man's switchblade knife flicked quickly and painfully across the now-visible tip of her tingling little nipple bud.
Gradually tiring of his sadistic game, Frankie brought the cold blade down from the slope of her straining breast at long last and into the deep valley between her tits. The sweater she wore fit her snuggly, like a rather provocative second skin, and her cleavage was therefore quite pronounced. He held the knife's tip there in that soft valley, twirling it slightly so that the sharp point caught and snagged in the soft knitted material.
"It's about time for you to join the party," he said, leering evilly at her. "And you still got way too many clothes on, baby!"
So saying, he reversed his grip on the knife, holding it now so that the blade angled downward Paula's waist, with the tip still snagged in her sweater. Slowly, almost lovingly, he began to pass that sharp blade downward along the length of her torso, its keen edge slicing through the material of the sweater with a soft hissing sound, letting the garment fall open in front to expose Paula's upper breasts, lacy white bra, and the soft flesh of her stomach.
Glancing down her body as he undressed her in that unorthodox fashion, Paula was slightly amazed to see her sweater falling apart, as if some invisible zipper had suddenly chosen that moment to open of its own accord. She shuddered uncontrollably as the hard, cold blade grazed a dread path along the fluttering flesh of her flat little belly before passing on to split the hem of her too. Two quick flicks of the knife tossed the useless scraps of yarn back on either side, and then she was bare to the waist before her captor, her breasts covered only by the lacy half-cups of her sheer, almost transparent bra as she sat there trembling and on the verge of hysterical tears.
Frankie said nothing to her as he sat there, turning the knife over slowly in his right hand and feasting his eyes on her luscious near-nakedness, but his increased rate of breathing, tobether with the sudden bulge in the crotch of his jeans which Paula was unable to totally ignore, told her plainly and beyond question that he was becoming rapidly more aroused by the moment.
"You got some fine body, mama!" he said after another long moment, finally putting his lust into words.
His right hand flicked out like the lightning-fast strike of a serpent and Paula gasped aloud as the two now-useless halves of her brassiere sagged away to reveal the thrusting cones of her tight young breasts in all their naked glory. So swift had been his movement that she had not even felt the knife blade when it passed between her tits for the second time, cutting her bra in half where it joined in front.
Frankie stared hard at her breasts for long moments before he dared to touch them. Paula breathed a sigh of relief when the bright knife in his hand dropped away out of her line of sight, but suddenly his head dipped down and forward, and she could barely stifle a cry of fear and outrage as his hot mouth captured the thrusting little stem of her right nipple. She was bringing her hands up in reflexive reaction, to thrust his face away from her naked tit, when she felt the unmistakable indentation of the knife's point on her tremulous belly, just above the snug waistband of her skirt. With a jerky little sob of unwilling surrender, she slumped back against the backrest of the seat, a solitary tear overflowing at the corner of one eye and coursing down her pale cheek as she grimly submitted to the latest outrage.
Frankie applied himself zealously to the task of sucking each of Paula's straining, naked breasts in turn. And, she was forced to admit in one aloof and objective corner of her terror-stricken mind, he did seem to possess a sort of talent for wringing every electrifying jolt of erotic sensation possible from the aching nerve endings of her violated tit. He captured each rigid little nipple in its turn between his sharp white teeth, holding it there like a tiny hostage while he lashed it unmercifully into quivering submission with his darting, flicking tongue. And then, just when Paula might think that she was in some measure able to control the sensations being inflicted upon her, he would inhale a whole great mouthful of tender, succulent breast-flesh, fairly sucking and gnawing on it until little moaning cries rose unbidden in her throat.
My God! she thought suddenly to herself, can this be really happening to me? Can I possibly be getting aroused by the fact that this lunatic is sucking and licking my breasts while he holds me at knifepoint?
And yet, as incredible as it might have sounded to the young hostage teacher, that is exactly what happening! There was no denying any longer the fact the Frankie's unwelcome mouth had awakened some distinctly pleasurable sensations in her captive nipples, and those sensations were fanning out now across her heaving little belly to ignite smoldering embers of responsive desire in the tight little valley of her cunt. She squirmed nervously on the car seat, tightly clenching her thighs together in an effort to smother those sparks of lust before they could burst into full flame. Her efforts were in vain, however, since her movements pulled her little bikini panties tighter against the lips of her already tingling little pussy, increasing the inciteful erotic friction there. At one point, the silky crotch band of her panties, drawn tight as a bow string, actually chafed against the burning little pleasure node of her clitoris, causing Paula to stiffen where she sat with a momentary spasm of unrestrained passion. A blush of shame rose to her cheeks as she felt the crotch of her panties growing undeniably moist.
Frankie plainly noted her unconscious reaction to his own lewd oral stimulation of her naked tits, and he chuckled lewdly, rumbling deep in his throat, as he correctly interpreted her mental dilemma. Skilled in the ways of sexual persuasion despite his young years, the boy felt certain that he could have this haughty woman under his complete sensual control in a relatively short period of time.
Never taking his mouth from the hot little nipple stem he was sucking, Frankie reached around behind him and carefully laid his open knife down on the car seat. With both hands empty then, he suddenly clawed at the tight waistband of Paula's short skirt, rending the material with a violent savagery that made her cry out aloud in surprise and sudden terror. She squirmed violently, but had no hope for actual escape from his sucking mouth and clawing hands, and in short order he was able to tug and rip the skirt from her body, tossing the scraps aside to leave her naked except for her skimpy little panties.
Paula Green could no longer restrain a little mewling sob of fear which rose unbidden in her tight throat. She felt a grim war being enacted inside herself, between the conflicting emotions which held her prisoner. On the one hand, she was deathly afraid of Frankie and his female companion; the young man's eyes and hands upon her nearly naked figure made her cringe in raw terror. At the same time, however, there was something undeniably and intensely erotic about the whole experience, something which she supposed must verge on the inciteful rape fantasy which psychologists claim to find in the unconscious mind of nearly every woman.
But this is no fantasy! she reminded herself needlessly. This nightmare is really happening, and I have no idea whether I'll even get out of it alive.
Frankie was moving again, bending slightly toward Paula now, and as he stretched out his hand to touch her she noticed almost absent-mindedly that he had once more set the cruel knife aside. She trembled as his hand grazed along the flat expanse of her tummy, tracking unerringly downward until his fingertips halted at the clinging elastic waistband of her tight little bikini panties. There he paused, as if thinking to himself, slowly, a lustful little smile playing across his cruelly handsome face.
When the boy moved, it was with characteristic suddenness and violence. Hooking clawed fingers into the waistband of her sheer panties, he jerked violently outward and downward with his hand, shredding the delicate material as if it was just so much gossamer in his grasp. Paula gasped aloud as she heard her panties being torn away from her body; the force of Frankie's violent motion lifted her tight little ass cheeks several inches off the car seat before dropping them back again with a bounce that set her breasts in provocative motion.
Young Paula Green was now totally nude before her captors. She turned away from Frankie, looking up into the rearview mirror and catching Marsha's eyes on her as well. They were hard eyes for a girl so young, and Paula found no hint of pity in them as she sat trembling under their gaze.
The sudden touch of Frankie's strong hands upon her body snapped Paula's mind and full attention back to the immediate peril at hand. He had seized her about the hips with both hands, and now was exerting the full strength of his powerful arms to reposition her on the seat, turning her half way around so that she was facing toward him, then dragging her closer until her ass cheeks were right on the very edge of the seat. Paula seemed strangely to have no will or strength of her own with which to resist, and as he chuckled lewdly over her compliance, she slumped back meekly, sobbing fitfully, against the back of the seat, half-reclining now.
The young would-be teacher had been sure that Frankie meant to rape her immediately, but now she learned that he had nothing so hasty in mind. His strong hands were upon her tremulous legs, spreading them apart and repositioning them to best advantage, like a puppeteer setting up his prize marionette before the next command performance. Paula briefly considered kicking him in the face, then abandoned the idea as suicidal under the circumstances.
Paula sat in quiet, trembling fear as the young man had arrayed her, leaning back in the corner of the seat so that she was almost prostrate, with one shapely leg trailing limply on the floorboards and the other bent, propped up at an angle and resting flat-footed on the seat cushion. She realized clearly that the compromising position left her entire pussy area fully exposed to his searching, lustful eyes, and almost as an afterthought, a pathetic concession to hopeless modesty, she crossed her arms limply across her breasts, hoping at the least to hide her rigid little nipples from his gaze.
If Frankie noticed that pitiful effort at concealment, he opted to ignore it, content for the moment to feast his lecherous eyes on the curling, downy triangle of the female hostage's pubic thatch. Nestling there in the heart of that sensual forest was the virginal pink slit of her cunt, and as he bent closer, peering through the downy curls with narrowed eyes, he could see that those pouting nether lips were already moist and glistening with the seepage of her involuntary sexual lubrication. It was the only indicator light he needed to let him know that his planned oral assault on her quivering, vibrant young tits had been totally successful as planned. The little cunt was a hot number all right! Juicing up right there in front of him in spite of herself, and in spite of her obvious terror.
Slowly, almost leisurely, Frankie began undressing as he knelt on the floorboards their between Paula's widespread, outstretched legs. All the while, as he tauntingly divested himself of jacket and T-shirt, his eyes roamed at will over the naked, arousing tableau of her body displayed there before him, his mental images and fantasy making his hard cock lurch with increased passion inside the tight restraint of his jeans.
Frankie attacked that final restraint at long last, fairly ripping at the fly of his jeans and deftly peeling the pants, along with his while jockey shorts, down over his hips and buttocks, shoving them roughly down his tanned thighs as he became more eager, less hesitant in his passion. His long cock bobbed free of all restraints at last, wavering about for an instant like some immense and angry cobra, then finally aiming arrow-straight and steady toward the beckoning little slit of Paula Green's nearby cuntal orifice.
Paula's brown eyes widened in a combination of shock and fascination as she beheld an aroused male penis for the very first time in her young life. Of course, she had been at least slightly aware of the occasional bulges which mysteriously developed within her boyfriend's slacks whenever they danced close together or when he kissed her goodnight at her door, and though she had long known the process of erection, it had always been mere theory to her before that chilling moment. Suddenly, it had become fact, a clear and present danger. The word, indeed, had been transformed into enflamed, tumescent flesh before her very eyes.
Having stripped himself as far as necessary, Frankie moved forward, closer to Paula's reclining, trembling form. The young woman thought she heard a low, lustful chuckle from the front seat of the speeding Chevy, but had not time to think about it as she face a more pressing danger closer at hand.
The young man stretched out his hands, laying his palms flat against the soft flesh of her pale inner thighs. With surprising gentleness he began to stroke and caress that sensitive flesh, his eyes marking the desired effect as Paula began to tremble visibly, and gooseflesh broke out prominently on her arms and legs. His own desire was plainly growing as he touched and petted the feminine nudity on display there, and Paula could not seemed to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of his lurching, jumping, jumping cock as he knelt there before her, stroking and caressing her bare thighs. She lay there, staring, fascinated like a bird hypnotized by the serpent's approach.
Not long content with merely stroking Paula's legs, Frankie soon set his strong hands free to roam over her entire naked body. He brushed her arms away from her tits and hefted the ripe orbs in his palms, moving his hands in a rotary motion with the stiffened little nipples centered in his hands, chafing incitefully as he stroked and kneaded her throbbing, pulsing mammary flesh. From there, his hands roamed far and wide over her belly, hips and loins, probing and pushing, then stroking and fondling, until Paula felt herself being gradually reduced to little more than a quaking, quivering, moaning mass of enflamed erotic nerve endings.
Frankie was well pleased by the effect his total body massage was having upon his nude and writhing young female captive. He read the little mewling cries which rose from her throat accurately, knowing in his mind that she was hovering on the very brink of total sensual surrender, and that the very slightest shove was all he needed to push her over that brink, and to place her completely at his lecherous mercy. Frankie snickered aloud as he decided exactly what form that lustful little "shove" should take.
Bending quickly at the waist, and without taking his active hands from the young woman's excited tits, Frankie quickly buried his face in the moist, curling thatch of Paula's damp pubic hair. The young woman let out an audible gasp of horrified surprise and struggled to sit upright, but the combination of her awkward reclining position and the pressure of Frankie's restraining hands on her breasts conspired to make her remain as she was. There was nothing that she could do except lie there, sobbing and groaning, staring down her body through the valley between her tits while the boy ardently began licking and sucking her cuntal lips.
Frankie applied himself to this new oral assault with the same zeal he had shown in tonguingand sucking Paula's naked breasts a short while earlier. His hot, darting tongue flicked and teased along the whole length of her vaginal crevice, pausing here and there to taunt and tease at areas which drew a special gasp or jerking reaction from her trembling captive. Then, when Paula's mind was about to snap under the torment of the taunting, tickling motion of his tongue, he would suddenly adopt a new tack, sucking in a great mouthful of cuntal flesh and gnawing it ruthlessly in his passion
After a few long moments, when his captive was plainly beyond any effective resistance, Frankie brought both his hands down from Paula's straining breasts to join the attack on her pussy. Now he deftly pried her swollen outer labia apart, curling his tongue ever deeper to torment the moist, coralline flesh that lay within. He swirled his active, leaping tongue around and around the tight little mouth of Paula's vaginal opening itself, then swept on and upward to lash back and forth over the tinglingly erectile little pleasure bud of her burning clitoris.
That final electrifying contact, the actual grating of the young man's tongue against her super-sensitive clit, brought a groan of mingled frustration and latent desire to Paula's suddenly-dry throat. Her spine arched reflexively, involuntarily, and her hips bucked upward and off the seat as if of their own accord, to bring her cunt into closer conjunction with the hot mouth and tongue that were giving her so much undreamed-of pleasure.
Paula could feel her self-control receding, slipping farther and farther away with every flicking, tormenting stroke of the young kidnapper's expert tongue, but there seemed to be nothing she could do to regain mastery over her own traitorous mind and body. She was caught now in the powerful grip of erotic sensations which she could not control, and she suddenly feared that there might be no turning back for her short of-yes, she was forced to make the silent admission in her mind, she knew that she would not have the will to stop him now until she had in fact been treated to some sort of orgasmic relief and satisfaction, some freedom from the overpowering sexual tension even then building up a head of steam in her young loins.
Frankie, at that moment, and without looking up at Paula's sweating face, was able to read her bodily reactions through his sense of touch and taste, much as a blind man might read Braille, or detect the presence of a silent person in a room from the sound of his breathing. There was some slight but unmistakable change even in the aroma and the flavor of the woman's cunt now, signaling him as plainly as did the sudden relaxation of her formerly-tight muscles, that she was coming around and gradually moving toward total, even willing acceptance of his lecherous assault upon her nude body. Very soon now, he knew with certainty, she would advance beyond mere surrender and become much more, an active and eager participant in her own rowdy sexual defilement.
Somehow it was that knowledge, the certainty of his power to make this and any other woman accept him even against her will and better judgment, which gave Frankie his supreme enjoyment in sex. It was, in its own way, far better than the tempestuous orgasm which he anticipated they would soon share.
Putting his naked hostage to one final test before moving on to the next stage of his erotic assault, Frankie furled his tongue tightly, making it assume almost the form of a tiny surrogate penis as it protruded from between his sharp, white teeth. Without delay and without warning, taking Paula completely by surprise, he aligned his stiffened tongue with the tight mouth of her secret vaginal channel, then rammed his face forward with great force, burying his tongue in her virginal cunt until his bared teeth pressed tightly against the soft, pink meat of her inner cunt.
The reaction was both immediate and emphatic.
Paula arched her back almost in a bow, a great sobbing cry of mingled passion and shame grating in her throat as she twisted and writhed there on the back seat of her car. At the same moment, acting almost of their own volition, her hands shot downward, clawed fingers tangling in Frankie's blonde hair and tugging his face even tighter against her straining, writhing pussy, seeking to bury his tongue even deeper in the needing, aching depths of her yearning little cunt.
Frankie read her surrender without specific words, and responded accordingly, reaming her cunt with his rigid tongue until she lay limp and gasping with desire. He drank deeply from the free-flowing river of her feminine lust secretions, and when he had satisfied his erotic thirst, he pulled his face away from her loins and rocked back on his haunches, chuckling lewdly, his lips and lower face still slick with the moisture of her.
A strangled little sound of frustration and desire escaped from Paula's lips, and she felt the blush of shame as she felt the need for him burning deep inside her loins. Her hips instinctively lifted off the seat cushion and rotated frantically in mid-air, beckoning him back to her, to satisfy her.
"Wha ...what? ...Why did you stop?" she fairly sobbed at last, disgusted by the panting tone of undisguised lust in her own whining voice.
"Don't worry baby," Frankie replied with another lewd snicker. "You won't have to wait long, or settle for my tongue, either. You're going to get treated to the real thing!"
In her lust-dazed state, the full meaning and import of his words did not sink in upon Paula's befuddled mind. She knew only that he was offering her a chance for relief from her sensual torment, a chance to attain the orgasmic goal which she now sought so fervently with every straining fiber of her naked being.
"Oh yes, please," she said, surprised to find herself fairly begging this naked stranger for god-only-knew-what further sexual degradation. "Please, yes, God! Please, please."
"Ask and you shall receive," the young man said tauntingly, drawing himself up now to an approximation of his full height as he knelt there between her widely-splayed legs, looming over her naked and prostrate form in the back seat of the car. His rigid prick loomed above her vulnerable little pussy slit like the evil and of some dark magician.
Grasping the thick rod of his cock in one hand, Frankie reached out with the other to touch Paula's juicy little cunt. His deft fingertips spread the outer lips of her pussy to reveal the pink softness within, and at the same time his pelvis lurched suddenly forward, bringing the purple helmet-shaped glans of his circumcised cock into immediate contact with the moist, hot flesh of Paula's inner pussy.
The young schoolteacher stiffened into instant rigidity at that burning, electrifying contact of Frankie's cockhead against her secret genitalia. She then began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, quaking with a combination of fear at what was to come, and passion as she realized that she no longer had any serious desire to postpone it. In fact, although until that moment she had been unable to seriously contemplate the sudden loss of her own virginity, there was no denying the fact that she thought she might almost welcome intrusion of the young blonde stranger's penis into her virginal little pussy.
Paula felt her thighs moving involuntarily apart, as if drawn wide by some supreme will over which she had no control. A blush of shame and humiliation rose to her pale cheeks, but was just as quickly transformed into a flush of passion as Frankie proceeded to stroke the hot, wet tip of his shaft up and down the clasping little valley of her fertile young cunt. Electrifying jolts of erotic sensation flared in her captive pussy, radiating outward across her trembling and heaving torso to light responsive flares of lust elsewhere, especially in the rigid, jutting nipples surmounting her excited young breasts. Paula was panting openly now, not from fear, but from the raw energy unleashed in her by the depth and strength of her sudden sensual needs.
Frankie taunted her cunt for a while longer yet, first probing with the head of his cock around the tight little mouth of her vagina itself, then tracking on to nudge and taunt her tingling little clitoral node, knowing that pressure in that super-sensitive area would produce the utmost in immediate erotic reaction from his trembling, half-willing victim. And he was not disappointed in his quest, for almost immediately Paula Green was panting and writhing more excitedly than ever, unable to suppress or deny her own obvious reaction to his inciteful genital manipulation of her loins.
Tiring at long last of that foreplay, however outwardly stimulating it might be for both of them, Frankie endeavored at last to gain the ultimate victory over his prostrate young hostage. Squaring off his hips, he poised the thick tip of his cock directly against the ring of her cuntal orifice, then pressed forward to the attack once again. His thick, blunt glans bore down inexorably against the clasping eye of her never-tried little cunt, and with a final gasp of triumph he felt it pop inside of her pussy.
Paula stiffened once more, groaning aloud with a combination of passion and pain as she felt a male penis sliding slowly, inch by torturous inch, into her loins for the first time in her young life. Frankie was taking it slow, but in spite of her grudging willingness to let him plunder her ripe little cunt, there was no denying the pain which she was experiencing at his entry.
"Auugghhh! Stop!! " she pleaded breathlessly. "It's too big for me!! I can't take it. I ...I ...I'm still a virgin!"
"I guessed that right away!" Frankie grated, his excitement growing by leaps and bounds with her admission of prior chastity. His cock seemed to grow another full inch even as he paused to draw breath and answer her protests in hoarse tones.
"What you mean is, you were a virgin, little mama!" he leered at her, enjoying the crestfallen expression on her face. "You're gonna take it all before Frankie Boy gets through with you, and this is just for starters!"
So saying, he thrust forward with his pelvis once again, but even before another cry of pain had time to form in the captive young woman's throat, he found himself stopped short by the impact of his hots glans against Paula's own tightly-stretched little hymen. For the instant, her endangered maidenhead was blocking his penile entry.
"Goddamn, that cherry's tight!" he hissed, excited and annoyed at one and the same moment.
Thrusting and pushing mightily, Frankie felt the membrane of Paula's hymen gradually distending under the battering ram blows of his fat cock. Paula herself was squirming and writhing in pain now, uttering a ceaseless stream of mewling little cries as she sought in vain to squirm away from the cruel invader which seemed to be tearing her loins in two from the inside.
With a sudden thrust into open space, a gasping hiss of pleasure whistling between his teeth, Frankie unexpectedly broke through Paula's last fleshy line of defense, and his cock was suddenly buried to the hilt in her cunt as he toppled forward to lay full length on top of her prostrate nude form.
Paula frantically writhed in pain beneath him, her loins on fire with agony as she sobbed out her grief and humiliation into his ear. Already his hips were taking up a rapidly increasing fucking rhythm, reaming his thick hard penis in and out of her injured little pussy.
It felt to her as if a great pole made of rough wood, or perhaps coated in sandpaper, was being used by some sadistic tormentor to gouge the insides of her once-virginal young pussy.
Frankie was picking up the pace of his in-and-out fucking thrusts, seeming to have almost forgotten she lay there beneath him as he gave himself over now to the - pursuit of his own gratification. Lying under him, however, Paula was suddenly gratified and shocked to find the burning pain in her tight little love box lessening by the moment, seeming to dwindle in fact with almost every stroke of his skewering, driving male shaft. Indeed, when she was able to think clearly at last and turn her full mind to the problem, it actually seemed that she was lubricating more freely now, and the pain in her cunt was disappearing like a bad dream as she willed the internal muscles of her pussy to relax, and to stop resisting the invasion of Frankie's heavy organ. Quite soon, she was pleased to note, the pain was gone entirely, and replaced by a warm sort of numbness bringing blessed relief to her violated little cunt.
All too soon there were other developments on the genital front, however, and the numbness which had brought Paula the longed-for relief from agony, was itself giving way to another, even more disturbing sensation. As incredible as it seemed, there was desire there, physical lust and passion, building in Paula's loins for the man and the cock who were even at that moment engaged in the cruel act of raping and defiling her.
Yes, there was no denying it for all the guilt feelings and shamed accusations the fact brought to her mind, Paula was beginning to enjoy being fucked by this cruel stranger, she was starting to respond as she had never imagined she could with any man, let alone an obvious criminal who had initiated their intercourse at knifepoint.
By changing her position only slightly, Paula found that she could move her hips in a tentative little answering rhythm of her own, slightly complementing his penile thrusts in experimental fashion. She drew special pleasure from the way in which her answering movements brought her straining little clit into slithering contact with his skewering, driving rod, and the more pleasure she derived from that source, the more rapid and forceful became her own answering, fucking thrusts.
Almost before she was aware of what she was doing, Paula had brought her arms up and was grasping at Frankie's naked hips and buttocks, clawing him with her fingernails as she sought to draw his long, hard, pleasure-inducing organ ever deeper inside herself. Her ankles met and crossed behind his ass in an instinctive movement to hold him captive there between her tightened thighs, and she herself was bucking and writhing wildly beneath her rapist now, matching him thrust for thrust in the competition for which there may never be only a single winner.
The highway sounds outside the speeding Chevrolet had faded into insignificance against the noise of raw, animalistic fucking which now filled the car to capacity. They were lusty, raw, wet sounds, the noises made by pussy and cock in wild, tempestuous battle, and the heavier, smacking sound of Frankie's testicles as they swung like a pendulum and made jarring contact with Paula's firm young buttocks on the boy's every inward stroke.
The moment was too intense to last, and in only a very brief time they were both lingering and hovering on the very brink of the tempestuous orgasm which they had sought together. Paula was moaning constantly, her head flailing from side to side against the backrest of the car seat as she gave herself over completely to the storm of erotic sensation that gripped her.
When she dipped over the edge and plunged headfast into the swirling maelstrom of erotic release, Paula found herself lost in a fantasy realm of colored lights and exploding fireworks the-likes of which she had never before imagined. Every muscle in her body was taut and straining, every nerve ending on fire as she reeled and twisted on that inner, ecstatic roller coaster ride.
"Jesus! I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnngggggg!! " she sobbed gratefully, bucking and thrashing beneath her young ravager there on the seat.
The youth named Frankie followed Paula into bliss by perhaps half a second. His entire naked body went rigid, and his cock seemed to grow another full inch at that moment, until its head butted firmly against Paula's cervix at the point of ultimate penetration. He felt his very balls tightening like a constricting fist, and then he came, feeling for all the world as if he were being turned inside-out, his cock torn out of his body by the very roots. His testicles overflowed with sperm, great creamy white gouts of jism that filled Paula's cunt to bursting and then spouted free to run in viscous rivulets down the soft mounds of her buttocks, gathering in the lightly-furred cleft there like melted snow filling a dry river bed.
The incoming flood of Frankie's hot semen set Paula off on a totally unexpected second orgasm, and once more she was bucking and reeling beneath him, caught in the rictus of ultimate pleasure that is so closely akin to mortal agony.
When the seizure had passed from them both, the boy regained his senses and drew back from Paula. His rapidly deflating cock made a wet sucking sound as he pulled it free from the tight confines of her vagina, and he rocked back on his haunches to inhale a few deep breaths before dressing swiftly.
Paula, weeping again softly now that the storm had passed and she had regained some sense of her surrounding and peril, as well as the degradation in which she had just participated so willingly, made as if to reach for the torn remains of her own clothing, to cover herself at least partially.
Frankie would have none of that, however. The long knife was suddenly back in his hands, and he was using the sharp tip to sweep all Paula's things into an untidy, rumpled pile on the floorboards at his knees. They were hopelessly out of her reach unless she crawled toward him, and that she refused to do, still feeling mingled revulsion toward him and blind terror toward his glittering weapon.
Frankie laughed harshly, finding himself still the master of the situation, then he turned and barked over his shoulder at Marsha.
"Pull this heap over!" he ordered. "It's time to change drivers for a while!"