Chapter 2
Paula Green made a fruitless effort to cover her naked body with the scraps of her knife-shredded clothing as the young girl named Marsha slowed the car down, pulling it over onto the paved shoulder of the highway. Even before the automobile had come to a complete halt, Frankie was scrambling over the backrest of the front seat, and sliding into position behind the wheel. Marsha, meanwhile, had gotten out of the car on the driver's side and was even then climbing in through the rear door, using one hand to push
Paula before her and make room on the seat.
Paula played a hunch, hoping against hope that the bizarre couple would by now have gotten everything they wanted from her. She played the hunch, almost desperately.
"Please let me go," she said to no one in particular, her eyes darting from one of her abductors to the other and back again. "I'll drive you anywhere you want, and I swear that I won't say anything about all this after you get out."
Frankie chuckled dryly, shooting a glance over his shoulder toward Marsha. The blonde girl shared in his laughter.
Paula felt the dim hope fading within her, but she refused to abandon the apparently vain effort. "All right, then, she said, trying a new tack "you can keep the car. Keep everything, but please give me one of my suitcases and let me go!"
"Not just yet, mama," Frankie replied, leering back at her from the rear-view mirror. "Haven't you ever heard of women's rights? Marsha there might sue me or somethin' if I kept her from getting her turn at bat!"
Paula looked fearfully toward the young blonde girl, and what she saw in her face was far from reassuring. Marsha was raking Paula's exposed flesh with her greedy eyes, and Paula could almost hear the mental wheels turning, as if the girl beside her was recalling every detail of the mirror-image rape she had just witnessed, adding perverted details of her own for good measure.
"I. . . .I. ...I don't understand," Paula stammered. "Wha ...what are you talking about?"
"It's a thing I have, baby," Marsha responded in a soft, almost seductive voice. "I swing both ways, you know? I can take mama bear or papa bear, any way it goes down." .
"What? Oh no, you can't mean-" Paula left the sentence dangling, unfinished, for she could now tell that the girl did indeed mean exactly what she was saying.
As Paula sat there aghast, Marsha had already begun the task of ridding herself of her already minimal clothing. The tie-dyed T-shirt went first, whisked up and off of the girl's curvaceous torso with a speed and momentum which left Marsha bouncing on the car seat, her blonde hair fanning out about her face and shoulders in unruly golden breakers.
Paula stared, openmouthed and entranced, at the sight of the half-naked girl sitting beside her there. Marsha's breasts were firm and perfectly formed, thrusting out proudly from her chest without any need of artificial support from a brassiere. Her twin nipples were bright pink in color, already semi-erect from arousal and standing out in stark relief against the crinkled little circles of the surrounding aureoles. The younger girl seemed to be breathing more heavily already, the rise and fall of her chest putting her vibrant tits in fluid, provocative motion.
"like what you see?" the girl asked Paula, with a taunting tone in her voice, but the young teacher could find no words with which to reply.
Marsha was playing her role of lesbian seductress to the hilt, and as Paula sat there next to her, gaping wide-eyed in a mixture of horror and fascination, the girl began to slowly stroke and massage her own naked breasts with both hands. She cupped the firm under-swell of those fleshy cones, softly kneading and caressing them as a bright scarlet flush of passion gradually rose to encompass her tits, then move on up to her cheeks. She paid particular attention to her throbbing little nipples, strumming them lightly with her thumbs, and Paula noticed at once that those erectile little pleasure buds grew visibly under the inciteful manual stimulation.
Marsha sat there on the rear seat of the moving car with her eyes narrowed to little glittering slits of passion, almost unaware of her audience now as she stroked and fondled her naked, excited tits. She seemed almost to be lost in a fantasy world of her own creation, satisfied for the moment with the erotic sensations which her own touch was even then creating in her enflamed breasts.
At length, after they had driven along in that fashion for perhaps five miles, the spell seemingly broke of its own accord. A shudder, as if of a medium-strength orgasm, passed through Marsha's trembling torso, and she suddenly dropped her hands away from her vibrating tits, opening her eyes wide again and smiling at Paula as if she was meeting a long-lost friend.
"Didn't mean to keep you waiting, honey," she leered. "But I like to let my motor warm up a little, if you know what I mean!"
Frankie chuckled lewdly from the driver's seat. "Shit, Marsha," he guffawed, "your engine never cools down!"
Marsha slapped playfully at the back of the young man's head, then turned her full attention back to the hostage young teacher. "He's right, you know," she confided in a stage whisper, winking broadly at Paula in an apparent gesture of confidentiality.
"Now why don't we both slip into something more comfortable?" Marsha continued. "like each other?"
Frankie and the girl both thought the crude jest terribly amusing, but Paula could scarcely suppress a shudder as she felt a renewed chill of dread rising along her spine like the tickling path of a warning finger.
Even as Paula watched, Marsha was untying the raveled cord which served as a makeshift belt for her faded Levi's. The younger girl's agile fingers deftly un-snapped the button of those pants and ran the zipper down to full open with a little metallic hissing sound. Lifting her buttocks momentarily off the seat cushions, Marsha began pushing and tugging at the skin-tight pants, slowly working them down and off her hips, then along the pale, symmetrical columns of her thighs and down her legs until she was able to step out of them and push them aside into a rumpled pile with one bare foot.
As Marsha had been braless under her T-shirt, so Paula noted with stark amazement that the girl-likewise wore no panties beneath her worn and faded blue jeans. Her soft, golden pubic curls were plainly visible now, and if Paula looked closer, she could actually make out the pale pink outline of the younger woman's pouting pussy lips, nestled under the sparse concealment of that genital foliage.
Marsha stretched luxuriously, like a waking sleeper, plainly enjoying the freedom which nudity brought. She twisted this way and that, her supple torso undulating like that of a seasoned belly dancer performing, and Paula could not tear her eyes away from the rippling tendons and muscles beneath the younger girl's almost translucent flesh. Her vibrant young body made a truly sensuous spectacle as she half-lay half-sat on the rear seat of the car, displaying her luscious charms for all to see.
Once more Marsha brought eager hands up to cup and fondle her breasts, but this time there was to be no prolonged foreplay with those excitable mammary orgs. After only a few seconds of teasing and exciting her pink little nipples, the girls released her tits and began sliding both palms in tandem down the long, sinewy course of her trim abdomen, drawing ever nearer to her curved hips and the downy triangle of her pubic thatch. Paula watched those traveling hands, a little shudder coursing through her own near-naked body that had very little to do with either fright or repulsion.
Marsha's fingers had reached her pubic hair, and they skirted the downy triangular jungle lightly at first, as if only daring to stray within the outermost borders. At length however, her confidence (or lust) seemed to increase measurably, and her hands became-likewise bolder. Soon, the young girl was using the long, slim digits of one hand to pry open the pouting outer lips of her cunt, while the index finger of her-other hand traced a taunting, inciteful path along the moist coralline valley that was revealed within.
A moaning sigh escaped from the blonde's throat, and a long quivering spasm of lust shook her naked body as her probing, searching index finger made its first electrifying contact with the hidden, tingling bud of her little clitoris. Her masturbating finger took up a steady rhythm there and then, flicking back and forth across the erectile little node of her burning clit like some erotic fleshy metronome needle, beating time to a sensual rhythm which only Marsha herself could hear.
Young Paula Green fought to draw her eyes away from the spectacle of the blonde girl's lewd masturbation, but she found it strangely difficult to do so. Strange feelings were stirring inside herself, and she had to sit back and think hard for a moment before she fully realized what it was that was happening to her. She was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of this other girl, this complete stranger, massaging and playing with her own pussy!
A blush of shame rose to the young teacher's pale cheeks, but still she found it almost impossible to tear her gaze away from the spectacle displayed before her. She feasted her eyes on every swell and hollow of Marsha's totally-exposed body, always returning at last to the widely-splayed slit of Marsha's pussy and the long, slim fingers which swirled and danced there. Marsha's rapidly-masturbating hand made a soft sucking and slurping sound which was plainly audible in the close confines of the car, and Paula felt a little shudder of mingled excitement and revulsion pass along her spine as she saw that the girl's fingers were slick and glistening with the moisture of her own feminine excitement.
Suddenly Marsha stiffened, shaking her head rather violently back and forth from side to side as if having a silent mental argument with herself about something. Her finger-fucking hands froze in mid-stroke, and then slowly withdrew, dripping and shiny with the clear fluid of her cum as she relaxed back onto the seat cushion and opened her eyes to face Paula once more.
"Not yet, honey!" she said directly to the startled young teacher. "Not just yet! I want you to bring me off when we're finished!"
When we're finished! The words burned themselves into Paula's fear-numbed mind as she saw clearly that the girl meant to force her into some sort of perverted lesbian sexual encounter. She shook her head dumbly from side to side in wordless protest, but a little sob rose in her throat as she felt her traitorous nipples stiffening into instant erection at the prospect of such forbidden activities. At the same time, a spark of lust was kindled anew in the cum-and-semen drenched pit of her recently violated little pussy.
"Relax, honey," Marsha was saying in her cooing, most seductive voice. "I'll bet you learn to love it in no time, just like you loved doing your thing with Frankie!"
The memories, at once both painful and erotically inciteful, flooded in upon Paula like a tidal wave, sweeping away her resolve and seeming to grip her in a strange and sudden numbness from which there was no escape. Her fingers felt limp, lifeless, and she was powerless to resist as Marsha moved closer to her on the car seat, deftly plucking the useless scraps of clothing from her hand and leaving her totally naked once more.
"You've got some body, honey," the blonde girl said admiringly. "I noticed that right away. We're going to get along just fine together, you and me."
"No ...no ...please leave me alone," Paula begged softly, a catch in her barely audible voice as she began to weep openly in her fear and humiliation. "Haven't you done enough to me already?"
Again the lewd snickers from both of her abductors, followed by the calm tones of the girl next to her. "Not nearly enough, sweetheart. Not yet, anyway."
Paula cringed, whimpering, as she felt the girl's hands warm and soft on the sloping curve of her prominent breasts, gently stroking and kneading those pliant orbs as she cooed words of mock endearment into Paula's ear. It felt as if the blonde girl's fingers were on fire, leaving tracks of erotic flame everywhere they went around Paula's nude breasts and upper body. The young schoolteacher feared that she might faint dead away into total unconsciousness as the other young woman seized her nipples between slowly rotating thumbs and forefingers, pinching and pulling at those tender stems in a way that made Paula squirm and moan with combined pain and passion.
Paula's whole world seemed to be centered in her swollen, excited tits at that moment, as if nothing else in the universe existed or mattered for her. Marsha's hands were everywhere, tugging at her nipples, then sliding sensuously down to cup and fondle the whole fleshy swell of each breast in turn, playing upon the jangling erogenous nerve endings as a master violinist might play upon his instrument. Each stroke, each point of pressure or release, brought new little mewling cries of lust and pleasure-pain to the young teacher's dry throat as she sat there trembling in the speeding car.
Suddenly Marsha's mouth joined her hands in the lecherous assault on Paula's hot and vibrant breasts, making the teacher stiffen involuntarily with a cold spasm of pleasure as first one nipple, then the other, was snared in the blonde's oral cavity for a merciless tongue-lashing. Paula felt as if her breasts were about to explode and send her rock-hard little nipples shooting off like bullets at any second. The irrational fear almost panicked her for an instant, and then the waves of pure, animal pleasure washed over her mind again, sweeping away all thoughts of fear, guilt and remorse and wafted her onward and upward toward new heights of involuntary arousal.
If Paula had retained enough of her rational mind to consider the situation, it might have seemed incredible that she could find herself so totally aroused by both of these lewd and vicious strangers; first the young boy who had brutally raped her and forced her to unwelcome orgasm, and now this bisexual female, who was plainly intent on forcing her to accept every sort of degrading perversion, and was, in fact, succeeding in doing so at that exact moment.
Such logical thoughts and inquiries could find no room in Paula's lust-befuddled mind, however, so enraptured was she by the sensations being born even then in her manhandled and avidly sucked young tits. Racing tingles of electrifying, erotic sensation raced outward from her captive nipples, radiating into every corner of her naked body and especially fanning into instant life the complementary embers of lust already glowing in her naked and exposed little cunt. Paula could feel herself getting moister down there once more, releasing her own female lust secretions to supplement the crawly flood of Frankie's semen still clinging to her cunt and inner thighs. The knowledge of her intimate and involuntary response to the younger girl's oral assault strangely thrilled Paula at the same time that it made her feel vaguely ashamed of herself in one still-sober corner of her rapidly-slipping brain.
It seemed as if Marsha had been sucking, licking and fondling her naked breasts for hours on end, but Paula knew in her heart that only moments could have elapsed since the lewd and sensual assault began. Without warning, the younger girl's pleasure-giving mouth deserted Paula's breasts, suddenly taking off on a new tangent and trailing a string of wet, nibbling little kisses along the expanse of her fluttering little belly as Marsha homed unerringly on the moist dark forest of Paula's pubic hair.
Paula stiffened involuntarily, resolving in her mind to resist at least that ultimate, perverted invasion of her sexual privacy. She locked her firm young thighs together as she sat there trembling, straining her muscles to keep her legs firmly in position, but by the time Marsha's mouth had reached the tiny crater of her navel, letting the pink tip of her tongue tarry there briefly in a darting, swirling dance of passion, it felt as if a remarkable weakness was creeping over Paula's entire body, draining her somehow of all strength and mental resolve. She felt her body going slack, and it was for the moment not within her power to protect herself further from the searching, marauding mouth.
Marsha experienced no difficulty whatever in pulling Paula's thighs wide apart, exerting a phenomenal strength for a girl of her size and tender age as she fairly wrenched the older woman's legs apart and into a widely-splayed position that left her hot, juicy cunt completely revealed. Paula trembled violently for a moment as the air from an open car window rushed over her naked thighs and pussy, drying the cum which had collected there and chilling her with erotic icy fingers.
Marsha let out a little rumbling growl of passion from somewhere deep in her throat, and then thrust her eager mouth deep into the curly thatch of Paula's damp, waiting pubic hair. Paula groaned aloud, her entire body going rigid and her spine arching spasmodically away from the backrest of the seat as she was seized with a tremendously powerful erotic sensation. Somehow, the girl's mouth seemed able to awaken even greater delight in her captive little cunt than Frankie's cock or mouth had during her earlier interlude with the boy. It was almost as if Marsha, being herself a woman, knew every secret place and erogenous zone by heart, and delighted in giving the utmost in raw, trembling pleasure to her very own female sex slave.
Paula was panting and moaning now as the young blonde fairly devoured her palpitating vagina, running her hot tongue with lightning speed up and down the slit of Paula's cunt, alternately probing at the mouth of the older woman's vaginal canal, then sweeping rapidly onward to taunt and torment Paula's pulsating little clitoris. No single sensation or set of sensations had a chance to get a full grip on Paula's body or mind, so intent was Marsha on trying new angles and approaches, sampling new areas of vaginal delight with her scraping teeth, sucking lips and teasing, flicking tongue tip. Paula felt herself loose and drifting in a swirling sea of passion, caught in a vortex from which there was no returning short of total orgasmic release.
Marsha was uttering little growls and animalistic snarls of hungry lust as she gnawed and sucked at Paula's pussy, seemingly intent on draining that little cistern of every drop of lewd moisture it contained. After several long moments, Marsha raised her face from the task briefly, and Paula saw through narrowed eyes that the blonde girl's lower face was coated not only in Paula's own cum, but in the drying remains of Frankie's milky jism as well, giving her the look of a delighted cat caught stealing the cream.
"Outa sight!" she purred contentedly, turning to speak over her shoulder to the boy at the wheel. "This is something else, Frankie! Mixing it up tastes really super! It's like going down on both of you at the same time! Wow!"
Frankie laughed out loud, and called back, "enjoy, baby! Enjoy!"
Marsha followed his suggestion, at once plunging her mouth back against Paula's steamy, hungry little twat, curling her long tongue out to resume the delicious torment of the older girl's once-secret genitalia. Her oral attack proceeded with renewed ferocity and avid lust as she seemed to be on the brink of another climax from the mere taste of Paula's cum mingled with Frankie's, and from the thought of crouching there, eating out the other girl's pussy.
Paula, her mind almost totally occupied with the inciteful attack on her tremulous little cunt, was only dimly aware of the progress which they were making along Insterstate 5. When she was able to muster the strength to look out the window to her right, she saw that the terrain had begun to change subtly, with grassy foothills slowly but surely giving way to trees and more prominent peaks. Well, she thought wryly to herself in that fleeting moment of lucidity, at least I'm still on my way to Redding! The thought would have been enough to make her laugh under other circumstances, but her mind was by now too far gone with lust and desire to be capable of such logical and rational reactions.
Marsha was by now lolling her head from side to side as she sucked Paula's pussy, literally using her cheeks and in fact her whole face to stroke and massage the older woman's loins while her avid, hot little mouth concentrated on the chief task of exciting and arousing the tingling little vagina itself.
Paula could not prevent her pelvis and hips from squirming and rotating, her full, ripe ass cheeks grinding against the slick seat cushion in a form of involuntary body language that perfectly expressed her own growing state of mounting desire and erotic arousal. She could plainly feel the orgasmic tension building in her loins, and even her virginal little rectum was clasping and unclasping like a tiny mouth as the rambling spasms of desire raced and rolled about the entire moist arena of her crotch and ass. In that frozen moment of eternity, it seemed to Paula that every nerve in her body was on fire, every muscle and tendon taut and straining toward the single-minded goal of cunnilingus-induced orgasm.
At the last possible instant, when Paula felt herself virtually upon the razor's edge of orgasmic explosion itself, young Marsha abruptly tore her mouth away from the orifice of the older woman's cunt and sat upright on the seat, staring into Paula's face with a look of mingled desire and devious cunning on her pretty young face.
Paula was startled, and all the more humiliated by the instant feelings of disappointment and frustration which flared in her deserted little pussy and quickly fanned out to envelope her entire luscious body. She felt the flush of frustrated passion on her cheeks, and try as she might, she was unable to hold back the words which tumbled out of her mouth, seemingly of their own accord.
"Why ...why did you stop, I mean.. . . " she let the remark trail off unfinished, afraid to let herself open up her new and bizarre feelings any further to this vicious young stranger.
"You were digging it, weren't you, honey," Marsha said smugly, telling rather than asking, no hint of questioning in her tone.
Paula could not answer for a long moment, her jaw working soundlessly as she fought to restrain herself from submitting to that final degradation of openly admitting her perverted new passion. In the end, what finally came out of her open mouth was a single word, half-whined, half-whispered, but with an unmistakable note of desperation about it: "Please!"
Marsha snickered lewdly, her face wearing an almost demonic smile. "Not just yet," she countered at once. "It's my turn now, baby. We can't have you getting all the goodies, now, can we?"
Paula was momentarily confused as her basically puritanical mind refused to let her grasp the other girl's intent and meaning immediately.
"Wha ...what do you want from me?" she asked lamely.
"What I want from you is the same thing you've been getting from me, cunt!" the girl snapped, the playful tone gone from her voice all of a sudden. "Former virgin or not, you've got a tongue just like everyone else, and by now you should have a pretty good idea of what it's used for!"
The full meaning sunk in upon Paula as Marsha snarled at her, and she shook her head slowly from side to side in ineffectual protest against the other girl's command. "I.. . I can't do that," she said finally. "I just can't do it!"
"But you can, and you mill" Marsha snapped in immediate response, "unless, that is, you'd prefer me to take Frankie's pig sticker and do a little impromptu breast surgery!"
A cold chill of fear swept over Paula from head to toe, instantly quenching and stilling all desire and passion. She was in mortal terror once more, feeling the evil young man's eyes upon her from the mirror as she sat quaking beside his female cohort.
"How ...I mean, I don't know . . . " Paula could not put the questions into words somehow, but Marsha understood her meaning perfectly and read the surrender in her new tone of meekness.
"You'll learn," she said simply, lounging back against the backrest of the seat and spreading the thighs wide open to fully reveal her blonde pubic thatch and the pink valley of her little cunt nestled within. "Get to it!" she snapped commandingly.
Paula bent hesitantly to her task, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to block off the revolting scene as much as possible from both sight and mind. She almost gagged as she felt the curly wisps of Marsha's pubic thatch tickling her nose and cheeks, and then her lips made their first tentative contact with the other girl's hot and wanting cunt.
Paula paused there, her mouth simply resting against the wet vaginal crease and doing nothing for a long moment. Marsha grew impatient at last, bringing both of her surprisingly strong hands around to the back of Paula's head and suddenly smashing her face deeply into the soft, yielding genital flesh down there, almost breaking Paula's nose in the process.
Paula feared for an instant that she might be faced with death by suffocation, but she soon realized that she would be able to breathe, although with an effort. The air there in Marsha's hot little cuntal area was heavily scented with the strangely arousing and earthy aroma of sex and perspiration, along with the indefinable, unique odor of Marsha's secret genitals.
Almost against her own will, Paula let her pink little tongue curl out from between lips and teeth to make a first experimental swipe along the valley of Marsha's pussy. She was instantly rewarded by a rigid stiffening of the other girl's body, and a little humping thrust of Marsha's pelvis which brought that moist cunt even closer to her mouth.
Marsha was moaning and gasping out congratulations: "Oh yeah, baby, you got it! Right on!"
Paula found herself strangely encouraged by that oral support, as if it strengthened her somehow to know that she could give pleasure as well as receive it. For the moment, lost as she was in a sordid universe composed entirely of lewd sexual passions, it mattered not that she was giving a sort of perverted pleasure to a criminal member of her own sex. The fact of giving pleasure, and looking forward to receiving more of the same for herself, was sufficient.
Marsha's hands remained cupped at the back of Paula's skull, guiding and aiming her face at various desired points around Marsha's loins now as Paula let her tongue go to work more adventurously. She was amazed at the speed with which all inhibitions seemed to slough off of her and disappear like dust in the wind. She already felt rather at home with her face buried in the younger girl's crotch, inhaling the earthy aroma of her cunt and savoring the taste of another female pussy on her darting little tongue.
Marsha was pumping and rotating her hips in time to the rapidly intensifying strokes of Paula's hungry little tongue. She had early on established a reciprocal fucking rhythm of her pelvis, and now her cuntal plane fairly buffeted against the older girl's face, nether lips splayed wide as she offered the succulent insides of her juicy little cunt as a living sacrifice to the gods and goddesses of passion. Paula, for her part, accepted that sacrifice eagerly, zealously, gobbling now almost ferociously along the entire valley of Marsha's pussy, paying particular attention to the knobby little protrusion of the other girl's hard and straining clitoris.
Certain at last that Paula was applying herself to her task with all possible diligence, Marsha finally released her hands from behind Paula's head and brought them up to taunt and fondle her own swollen breasts again, thereby adding to and enhancing her own erotic excitement. The blonde girl was trembling violently from head to foot, caught in a seismic earthquake that emanated from within her own luscious young body rather than from any external source. She was caught now in the vise-like grip of total, animal lust, from which there was no escape except the blissful, explosive release of total orgasm.
Paula had been sucking and licking Marsha's cunt for long moments when she was suddenly stirred by the touch of the other girl's slender hands on her own naked body, moving here and there at will as they found and fondled her breasts, her ass cheeks, and her pussy. There was something very gentle, tender now in the female kidnapper's touch, as if she was genuinely anxious to repay kindness with kindness, to return pleasure in kind. The young teacher felt herself rapidly becoming even more aroused by the caresses being lavished upon her reclining nude boyd, and her hands themselves went into action almost of their own accord, moving up over her head to grasp and fondle Marsha's breasts in turn, bringing a little breathless gasp of pleasurable surprise to the younger girl's lips.
All the while that she was sucking and licking Marsha's pussy, Paula also went to work on the blonde's tinglingly erect little nipple buds with her agile fingers. She tugged, pulled and pinched at those quivering, vibrant little pleasure buds, forcing mewling little cries of passion to pour non-stop from the blonde girl's throat. Marsha was beginning to writhe and undulate where she sat now, fairly possessed with the burning desire which was itself a prelude to the total blissful tempest of orgasm.
Furling her pink little tongue almost into the form of a miniature cock, Paula suddenly plunged it deep into the moist, clinging recesses of Marsha's clasping little vagina itself. The blonde girl seemed to explode instantly, her pussy blossoming open like a succulent flower to all but envelope Paula's entire sucking, nibbling mouth in its passion convulsions. Desperate fingers scrabbled over Paula's body, first assaulting her tits, then moving back to tease her crotch. Paula felt her very insides turning into super-heated liquid as those intimate caresses drove her on ever closer to her very own erotic Nirvana.
Marsha, it seemed, was able to contain herself and her lustful passion no longer. With a sudden violent lurching motion, she almost reversed her position on the car seat, jackknifing her body in such a way that both she and Paula rolled over and onto the carpeted floorboards with a heavy thump. Marsha was on top now, her own mouth working in the curly forest of
Paula's cunt, while the young teacher, for her part, had not let her mouth be dislodged from the succulent slit of Marsha's vagina during the fall, either.
They began to writhe and undulate together in their passionate union, the slurping sound of cunt-sucking filling the car like a rhythmic rhapsody of pure animalistic sex. At the steering wheel, Frankie was cursing bitterly, since both young women were now totally out of his field of vision in the rear-view mirror. They never missed his voyeuristic and vicarious participation, however, for by that time they were lost completely in the erotic fantasy world which they had gradually created for themselves by trial and error.
Undulating together like two mating serpents, faces buried in each other's vaginas, the young women rhythmically moved together almost as one. Nipples, stiff with excitement, chafed incitefully against bellies and thighs, adding to the passion and heat of that encounter. Their tongues took up a cooperative tempo and beat, alternating on the cunt-teasing strokes until, after a relatively short span of time, they had seemingly learned to play each others' genital nerve endings with practiced ease, each getting the ultimate in pleasure from the lesbian encounter they were sharing now by mutual consent.
Paula, if she had been able to stop and think, would undoubtedly have been horrified by the mental image of herself thus rapturously involved with another woman in a degrading homosexual orgy, but at that moment there was no time or place for such rational thoughts. There was, indeed, time enough only to crowd in the maximum amount of mutual stimulation as they ran side-by-side in the pell-mell race toward the long-sought finish line of total orgasm.
Marsha found one of her hands free and mobile as she lay there atop Paula, resting most of her slight weight on the young woman beneath her. Knowing intuitively that the captive teacher was ready to try something new and sexually innovative, she slipped that free hand around the curve of one succulent ass cheek, letting her hot little fingertips trace the outline of the cleft of Paula's ass, finally pausing when they had made contact with the young captive's crinkled little anal sphincter. Slowly, almost teasingly, Marsha began to lightly stroke and massage all about that rubbery ring of muscle.
Paula Green, inexperienced in sexual matters as she had been prior to that afternoon, was rather stunned, and almost totally mystified, by the icy-hot sensations which the slightest touch provoked from the region of her virginal little asshole. The idea of her secret little rectum as another of her vibrant erogenous zones had never occurred to Paula in her wildest dreams, and now, though the thought of another person touching and fondling her there brought an inescapable feeling of revulsion to her puritanical mind, there was no denying the fact that that intimate, unexpected caress was definitely pleasant.
Marsha could read Paula's bodily reaction to the soft, teasing anal caress as plainly as if the young hostage had shouted her approval aloud, and she was encouraged enough by that obvious response to continue with her manual probing of Paula's little asshole. Slowly, experimentally, fearing to go too far too fast and thereby break the delicious spell she currently held over her captive, Marsha began to work her little finger inside the tightly clasping ring of Paula's tiny anal sphincter.
There was an instant of burning pain as that rectal invasion began, but when Paula had somehow willed herself to relax and savor the experience for all it was worth, she found the pain quickly disappearing, replaced in turn by an undeniable sensation of pleasant erotic warmth. In time, as she became more gradually accustomed to the digital filling of her never-before-touched little rectum, Paula was surprised to find her hips and buttocks actually worming their way backward toward Marsha's advancing finger, as if to unconsciously welcome it and ease its passage.
All the while, as Marsha went about the gradual task of working her finger to the hilt into Paula's ass and then withdrawing it again with agonizing slowness, both young women remained caught up in the feverish cunt-sucking which formed the lusty centerpiece of their encounter. Both of their tongues moved with blur speed now, lashing and tormenting pink cuntal flesh as they ruthlessly whipped each other headlong toward the brink of an orgasmic roller coaster ride. Their luscious bodies were in continual motion now, grating and grinding against each other for the maximum contact of skin against skin, all the while placing a premium upon the oral-genital contact they both craved.
Young Paula Green, a virgin until only a few short hours earlier, was now avidly enjoying and participating in a lewd lesbian encounter with the female member of her own kidnapping team!
Paula brought her own hands up instinctively to cup and fondle the orbs of Marsha's humping, pumping young ass cheeks. She did not dare to emulate the other girl's example by plunging her fingers into Marsha's rectum, but at the same time she was more than willing to enjoy and savor the reaming her own ass was getting from the finger which now skewered rapidly in and out of it with a wild and tempestuous fucking tempo. All of Paula's hopes and dreams during those wild moments seemed to have been distilled and condensed to the lusty pursuit of one more explosive, savage orgasm, this time induced by the lips, tongue and fingers of the young blonde girl who lay on top of her there in the car.
Paula could plainly feel the pre-orgasmic tightness making itself known in the tight cleft of her ass, almost exactly where Marsha's plundering little finger now reamed in and out of her rectum with lightning-like speed. Soon, the young teacher knew from admittedly limited experience, would come the sensation that her entire body was dissolving, fading into nothingness as if coming apart at the seams. From there, it would be a short but dizzying flight to the peaks and pinnacles of passion as she exploded mentally into a thousand and one glittering sliver of pure animal sensation.
Eager now for that release, craving it with every fiber of her being, Paula redoubled the pace and strength of her own oral assault on the succulent little pussy which was pressed so very tightly against her face. She let out a soulful little moan of deepest sensual appreciation when she felt Marsha respond in kind, sucking and gumming her own ripe and hungry little twat with renewed lusty vigor. It felt almost as if the very inside lining of her juicy little cunt was being sucked and pulled out, and yet there was no slightest hint of pain, only the deepest and most profound feeling of erotic satisfaction and total arousal. Her hips and pelvis began to buck rapidly and erratically up against the face of the young woman who had suddenly turned from her cruel captor into a seemingly sympathetic homosexual lover.
Paula Green was vaguely aware of the motion of her car as she twisted and writhed there on the floorboards with young Marsha, but that motion now was not so indicative of forward movement as it was rather an extra added attraction in the whole panoply of erotic sensations which assailed the captive teacher. It seemed almost as if the humming throb of the tires skimming over pavement added an extra hint of erotic arousal to her naked young body, above and beyond the tongue lapping greedily at her cunt and the finger reaming in and out of her once-virginal little rectum.
Paula's orgasm was unquestionably drawing nearer, and she could tell from the gyrations of the girl lying atop her that Marsha was in a similar rapt and abandoned condition. There was the now-familiar pre-orgasmic tightness in the tingling little cleft of her ass, accentuated now by the finger which pumped in and out of her tightly-stretched little asshole with ever increasing rapidity and force. Paula moaned and sobbed her mounting passion and sexual excitement into the lushly furred slit of her captor's madly humping little cunt, her cries and wordless proclamations of ecstasy muffled and barely audible as Marsha's pussy fairly swallowed them up.
Marsha, for her part, could scarcely believe the way her previously unwilling prisoner had adapted herself with such apparent zeal to the lesbian encounter, nor could she fully accept the powerful spasms of pleasure which that prim young woman's active little tongue was even at that moment inspiring in her own hot and juicy little snatch. It seemed totally incredible for the young female outlaw to find herself pushed and driven to the very verge of tumultuous, stormy orgasm by the young woman whom she had so recently taken captive in her own car. It was all too much to comprehend.
Comprehension, however, was not the first order of business on the minds of either young woman as they thrashed about together there behind the driver's seat. Each in turn had her mind bent on the single goal of total, explosive orgasm with a single-minded zeal that virtually erased all else from their thoughts. There could be no inkling of turning back from their perverted course of action, no thought of remorse until well after they had achieved that goal and lain basking together in the warm afterglow of passion. Two tongues flashed and swirled almost as one; four hands groped and fondled with grim singleness of purpose. All else was forgotten save for that shining goal of sexual climax at the end of desire's long, dark tunnel.
Paula Green felt her own climax beginning suddenly, almost without warning, her lower body seeming to dissolve at once into its constituent atoms and come apart as the tidal wave of overpowering sensations swept her away from all contact with reality. Paula's legs stiffened, tightening about Marsha's ruddy face in a grinding scissors hold, her pelvis straining up off the floorboards of the car as her entire body went rigid, caught in the convulsive throes of passion and desire. She felt as if the top of her head had been suddenly snatched away, letting her very brains and all conscious thought they contained be dumped out in giddy, swirling disarray. A constant stream of mewling, gurgling little passion squeals issued from her rapidly sucking lips, each in turn lost and muted by Marsha's grinding, humping muff.
The young kidnapper followed her prisoner over the brink of ecstasy by a matter of seconds, her own body going board-stiff as the shock waves of orgasmic power rippled through her like a record-breaking earthquake. She trembled from head to toe, sobbing aloud as she redoubled her sucking and licking at the cunt of the inexperienced woman who had given her so much pleasure in such a short time. Her eyes were tightly shut, with tears of relief and gratitude streaming down from beneath the crinkled eyelids.
The wave of orgasm peaked and broke, the effects of that erotic flash flood gradually draining away by stages from the naked and trembling bodies of the two young women. They collapsed in one another's arms, breathing heavily and taking in the heady aroma of their own post-orgasmic genitals with hungry, eager sighs of pleasure. The tension and passionate rigidity seemed to flow out of their limbs all at once, as if some unseen hand had suddenly pulled a plug and drained away the life force from both of them, emptying in a rush their twin reservoirs of desire.
Young Paula Green had been the first to enter the whirling fantasy realm of orgasm, but now her more experienced, though younger, partner was the first to recover from the tingling aftereffects of that powerful climax. Marsha climbed slowly up and off of Paula's prostrate body, sliding into a sitting position on the seat cushions and taking a moment there to regain her breath and her senses. After long moments she felt the naked young teacher stirring at her feet, and she bent down to help Paula up onto the seat beside her.
Paula was rapidly regaining her senses and with them came renewed feelings of guilt and self-admonishment over the way in which she had reacted-responded, really-to the younger woman's lecherous and perverted assault. Bitter tears of shame rolled down Paula's cheeks and she brought her hands up in defensive reaction, to hide and cover her flaming red face.
"Little sister's coming down hard," Frankie drawled laconically from the driver's seat. As he spoke he fished a hand into the breast pocket of his blue denim jacket and came out with a small plastic bottle, tossing it over his shoulder to land in Marsha's naked and lust-dampened lap. "Have her take a couple of these beauties," he said.
Marsha laughed softly, her voice almost musical now to the lust-hazed ears of the young captive teacher. She opened the pill bottle and shook a pair of tiny white tablets out onto her soft palm, stretching out her hand to offer them to Paula.
"Here, baby," she said almost tenderly, her tone conveying what Paula, in her moment of desperation, grasped at as true concern. "Try these on for size. They'll help you relax, maybe even get a little nap while we drive."
Paula took the pills in her own hand, not knowing what to say and unable to read any further motive or message on the face of the naked young blonde sitting beside her there on the car seat. She looked at the pills in her hand for a long moment, occasionally glancing back up at Marsha's smiling young face, and then finally popped both of them into her mouth at the same time, swallowing them without the aid of any beverage to wash them down.
Paula did not feel any immediate effect from the drugs she had taken, but after perhaps five minutes, just when she thought her mind was beginning to really clear from the aftereffects of their wild lesbian encounter, she suddenly felt dizzy. Her head was reeling once again, almost as if a secondary orgasm had arisen without cause to once more assail her senses, and she felt her own body going slack as she sat there, sliding down farther, limply into the seat cushions. Her vision was blurring now, and their was a rather unpleasant roaring in her ears.
"So don't sweat it, baby cakes," Marsha was saying from somewhere beyond the limits of sight and rational thought. "It hits different folks different ways the first time out. You'll be okay."
Amazingly, Paula Green found that she was suddenly no longer worried about whether she would indeed be "okay" or not; she was giggling, drunkenly, ecstatically, thrashing about limply on the eat and holding her nude sides in the powerful seizure of mirthful reaction to some unspoken jest.
Gradually, after what seemed like days, but must have been moments at most, Paula felt the blackness coming. She held up her arms, straight out in front of her, to ward off the lowering darkness, but her hands merely punched through that descending screen and beyond it into undreamed-of dimensions. She met sleep then, and it took her.
"Okay, it's clear," Marsha told Frankie softly, "we can head for the camp now. It's party time."