Chapter 3
Young Paula Green gradually, ever so slowly, became aware that her car was no longer moving. She opened her eyes, wincing as the still-dilated pupils reacted painfully to the afternoon light filtering down through dappled leaves and the swaying branches of trees. The car windows were rolled down, bathing her face and nude young body in refreshing, cool air from the outside.
The sound of voices from somewhere outside the car drew her attention gradually and she tried to sit upright, though still groggy from the effects of the unnamed drug which Marsha had given to her earlier. How long had it been? A glance at the sky overhead showed her that the sun seemed to have been several hours advanced along its heavenly course, but she had to admit that her skill in woodcraft was insufficient to allow her nay precise reckoning of the time by such primitive means.
The voices became clearer, accompanied now by the crunch of feet on grass and fallen twigs as several persons approached the car from behind her. She did not recognize two of the voices, male voices, although she was able to pick out the now-familiar tones of her abductors, Frankie and Marsha, in the running dialogue.
Curious now, and more than a little perturbed at the situation she found herself in, Paula glanced swiftly about her in the car. She was still nude, but someone had had the foresight to toss a blanket over her and at least partially cover her luscious young nakedness from sight. Still, if her fears proved correct, that blanket would provide precious little cover-or protection!-if her kidnappers were now bringing more strange men to the car to ogle her or join in her defilement.
Fearfully, Paula craned about to peer out the back window of the car. Indeed, she could now see Frankie and Marsha walking her way, in the company of two burly older men dressed in soiled work clothing. The four were coming from the direction of a large blue truck and trailer rig, which was parked some fifty yards behind her own Chevrolet along what seemed to be a wooded and long-forgotten access road into a mountain forest.
The oncoming quartet was almost to the car before Paula's humming ears were able to distinguish any of their words. It was Frankie who was speaking at that moment.
"...and we were on our way north, like I told you, but we overestimated our bread, dig?" he was saying, laying it on thick to the two truck drivers with a hokey hard-luck story. "So my wife's girlfriend says, why not mix business with pleasure, and here we are!"
The drivers got a big kick out of that line, digging each other in their meaty ribs with their elbows and guffawing loudly.
"Well, let's see what ya got here," the tallest of the strangers, a red head, was saying, "and then we can talk money."
"Yeah," his dark-haired companion echoed, "We ain't buyin' no pig in a poke, ya know?"
All four had reached the car now, and Frankie was swinging the rear door open on the driver's side, gesturing toward Paula with a sweep of his arm like a master of ceremonies introducing the next routine in a nightclub act.
"Here she is boys," he beamed. "I know you'll be satisfied."
As he spoke, Frankie reached inside the car, one hand groping for the blanket that was Paula's only cover for her lush nakedness. She panicked, backing rapidly away from him across the cum-encrusted car seat, but he was faster and stronger, seizing the coverlet and wrenching it away from her in one powerful, fluid motion. He stepped aside then, flourishing the blanket like a bullfighter's cape as he stood aside and left the car doorway open, empty.
It did not remain empty for long. The two truck drivers suddenly filled it with their stooping torsos, jostling one another rudely as they vied for a superior vantage point from which to probe her vulnerable nakedness with their lecherous eyes. Paula felt as if she was being disassembled and put back together again by those piercing gazes.
"You sure weren't lyin' boy, I'll give you that," leered the red head.
"Christ no!" his dark-haired partner agreed. "That's the best piece of ass I've seen in a good long time!"
"Good," Frankie said, satisfied, "now, as for business . . . "
"I'll go fifty," said the red-haired driver, straightening up long enough to thrust a hand into the pocket of his pants. Paula could not help noticing the already-prominent bulge in the crotch of his slacks where his erection was rapidly growing.
"I'll see that," said the other, exhibiting an even large bulge at his fly as he rose to anti up his share.
Frankie and Marsha made a brief show of consulting between themselves, then put on rather disappointed faces but agreed to accept the offered one hundred dollars.
"This buys you a half hour," Frankie said as he took Marsha's arm and started to lead her away from the car, "starting right now. And its time-and-a-half for overtime!"
The couple walked away snickering lewdly, but
Paula had little time to follow their progress, for suddenly the red-haired truck driver was sliding into the car through the open door on her left side. With a strangled little cry of panic she spun away from him and scrabbled at the handle of the nearest door, but her effort was all in vain. That door was already opening, as if of its own accord, and before the gasp of astonishment could rise and find voice in Paula's throat it was transformed into a strangled little bleat of terror. The dark-haired driver was actually entering the Chevrolet on that side, and now she was hopelessly trapped between them!
The drivers moved in close beside her, each pressing up close against her naked body on his own side, grinning down at her as their hungry eyes devoured her shapely body. Still, they seemed in no immediate hurry to take her, and several moments slipped by before the red head actually spoke to her for the first time.
"No need to put on the act and play hard-to-get, missy," he drawled, letting her smell the liquor on his breath. "We're all grown-ups here, and there's money rid in' on the line, so let's get right down to it!"
"Yeah," the other parroted, "let's get to it!"
Their hands were on her now, sliding about lewdly, obscenely seizing her breasts from each side, each man concentrating on a single tit as he fondled it with both big hands, taunting and teasing the erectile little stems of her nipples with special intensity. Paula trembled with fright as she sat there helpless between them, tears of bitter rage and shame streaming down her pale cheeks to drip wetly from her quivering chin.
The men kneaded and massaged her vibrant, swollen young breasts with a strange combination of tenderness and savagery, milking those mammary mounds to obtain the maximum electrifying effect of arousal upon the young woman pinned in between them. Finally, tiring of only the manual foreplay, first one driver and then the other bent to capture her burning, rigid little nipples inside their hot, whiskey-reeking mouths.
Paula Green stiffened into instant, rock-like rigidity at that first burning, electrifying contact of their hot mouths and tongues against her straining naked breast flesh. Her tiny pink nipple buds felt as if each had been suddenly dipped deep into a swirling pool of molten lava, held there by a sort of warm velvet vise from which there was no possible escape. She trembled inwardly, squirming her naked buttocks down tightly against the slick, cool seat cushion as two hot tongues flicked and flailed across the rigid, thrusting little nubs of her excited cherry nipples.
Electric sensations of mounting desire and arousal fanned outward and downward across Paula's heaving belly, setting off jangling alarm bells of responsive desire deep in the fertile little valley of her recently-plundered crotch. She clenched her firm young thighs together tightly in a vain effort to smother those unbidden flames of involuntary response, her mind once more reeling at the ease with which crude, uncouth strangers seemed able to arouse her basest instincts at their whim.
Oh sweet Jesus! her mind cried out almost hopelessly, I simply can't respond involuntarily again!
Not to these . . these . . animals! I cannot let that Imp pen!
And yet, even as Paula attempted to steel herself with that self-righteous mental resolution, she knew in fact that it was happening again. She was becoming aroused again, and dramatically so, by compelling, inciteful forces totally outside of her conscious control. Something within herself, some primal well of sensuality within her had been tapped by the earlier assaults of Frankie and Marsha, now, albeit entirely against her own feeble will, these cruel, lecherous men were bent on stirring up those same unwelcome storms of passion all over again. Worse yet, they were clearly succeeding with every stroke of their lightning-like tongues, and with every caressing, kneading stroke of their powerful, willful hands.
Paula felt as if her insides were rapidly turning to some sort of warm jelly, melting and running together to make her entire shapely young body nothing other than a hotly oozing mass of raw female sensuality. The little warning voices continued to cry out in the back of her mind, but with every new moment of the sucking and massage her large, firm tits were receiving, she found those voices weaker and farther away, somehow less compelling and demanding.
The truck drivers sucked and fondled Paula's naked breasts for what seemed like ages, but she would have been surprised to learn that in fact less than five minutes had thus far elapsed in her rather forceful seduction by the two strangers. The two strangers were acutely conscious of the time, since they had already paid a hundred dollars for their pleasure, and had no desire to get stuck with Frankie's "overtime."
Letting their hands trail quickly away from Paula's tits while leaving their mouths tightly in place over her aching little nipple buds, the two nameless men began to explore her nude body with hungry, searching fingers. They teased and tickled their way across her flat, trembling little belly, eager hands moving ever downward toward the softly curling triangle of her damp pubic hair and the soft pink little slit of her cunt lying hidden there within. Their fingertips roamed like small animals over her tight, pliant thighs, then homed in at long last on her pussy itself.
The men were tremendously strong, and although Paula had determined to resist them with at least one part of her still-rational mind, she quickly found that she did not in any case possess the physical strength necessary to do so. They had no slightest difficulty in levering her firm young thighs wide apart, lifting each up in turn and draping it across one of their own heavily-muscled legs, thus leaving her cunt on display both to their hungry eyes and their greedy, probing hands.
Paula cringed inwardly as those unclean paws raked across her soft cuntal lips for the first time, probing and clawing at her most secret genital meat. She soon found, however, that the experience was not altogether unsavory, and as the red-head deftly pried her pouting little nether lips apart with his blunt digits, allowing his swarthy companion to taunt and tease the moist coralline flesh inside with his fingers, she experienced an irrepressible shiver of something very closely akin to sexual delight.
Paula Green's cruel assailants seemed to know exactly what they wanted from her, and exactly what it was necessary to do to force her unwilling compliance in her own crude defilement. One man pinned her burning little clitoral bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and kneading it gently but firmly, for all the world like a man testing grapes before purchasing the ripest bunch. At the same time his partner, also keeping his mouth glued tight over Paula's erectile little nipple, began to trace teasing, taunting patterns around the rubbery mouth of her once-virginal vaginal channel itself. After a long moment's foreplay, he stiffened his long finger and slipped it swiftly, easily into her already moist little cunt.
Paula stiffened anew, writhing and twisting on the car seat as her cunt was impaled by that sliding, reaming finger. She tried to fight down the intensely erotic sensations which that unwanted invasion aroused in her loins and in her mind, but there seemed to be no defense against the storm of passion waiting to break around her head. Already she was fairly amazed by the amount of female lubrication which her tingling little cunt was exuding of its own volition, flooding the man's probing, searching hand with an unmistakable watery signal of welcomme.
The active hands in her crotch joined forces with the two avid mouths and tongues hungrily at work on her breasts, serving to drive her ever deeper into the pit of shame and despair on the one hand, while uplifting another, more wanton, side of her nature to ever higher new pinnacles of forbidden passion and desire. Every second of her puritanical upbringing, her conscience and her heart, cried out for an end to the cruel and lascivious plundering of her ripe naked body. At the same time, she recognized all too well the grim reality of her inexorable surrender to the inevitability of her own debasement, and a secret lecherous corner of her soul gloried in it.
Paula was rather horrified, in the sober corner of her mind, to feel her pelvis and loins taking up an instinctive, totally involuntary fucking rhythm which had her bucking her cunt ever more rapidly outward against the invading, pleasure-giving hands of the two lecherous truck drivers. She found to her horror and chagrin that she could not restrain those lewd and inciteful movements of her lower body, any more than she could quench the flames of mounting lust which so eagerly devoured the sensuous nerve endings of her cunt with every teasing stroke of the invading fingers down below.
Wet little sucking and slurping sounds filled the steamy inside of Paula's Chevy as the two drivers took to their task of finger fucking her hungry little cunt with more gusto. Each humping, bucking stroke of her pelvis against their probing fingers signalled to the two horny men that their young female companion was coming just that much closer to the brink of total, irrevocable passion, a point from which there could be no retreat, but only a single-minded drive onward and upward to the blessed goal of total explosive release. They definitely planned to take her to that goal in the immediate future, and to blissfully join her there themselves.
Paula Green felt as if she must surely faint dead away at any moment, so intense were the erotic and sensual feelings washing over her body from the twin points of stimulation at her tingling breasts, and manhandled little pussy. That constant and multiple stimulation of all her primary erogenous zones at one and the same time was giving her a sort of fascinating pleasure which no action by either of her blonde abductors had yet been able to achieve. She was at once repulsed and irresistible drawn to those sucking mouths and those avidly fucking, skewering fingers, and she found that as time wore on and the erotic sensations grew stronger, all of her mental reservations were rapidly disappearing like smoke blown before a brisk summer wind.
A brief downward glance told Paula that both of the men who shared the back seat with her had long since reached identical points of extreme arousal. Each sported a bulging erection under the tightly-stretched material of his slacks, and over the throbbing head of each covered cock there now spread dark stains to indicate the seeping flow of pre-ejaculate fluid, the unmistakable signal of male readiness to emerge in totally uninhibited fucking. The sight aroused young Paula Green beyond her wildest imaginings, and in spite of her straight-laced upbringing, she found herself desperately wanting one or both of those cocks inside her pumping loins without any further unnecessary delay!
Paula's whole body seemed to be on fire with the lust which those two nameless strangers had at first kindled only in her aching little nipples and her hot, dripping little cunt. Beads of glistening sex sweat stood out in bright relief against her silken skin, serving as a natural lubricant as the men moved their free hands at will over the planes and angles, hills and valleys of her luscious nudity. She trembled at their touch, her tight throat mewling out little whimpering cries of passion and pleas for more in an almost unbroken stream.
Totally enraptured by the erotic sensations which possessed her now, Paula was sobbing her delight orally as she lolled her head limply from side to side, auburn hair flowing in shimmering, attractive waves all about her brightly flushed face. Her eyes were closed to glittering little slits, her mouth hanging slack and open, her pink little tongue tip flicking outward continuously to moisten her lips or flick away some imaginary obstacle.
The red-haired driver had noted that flickering, serpentine action of her soft little tongue, as he was enthralled by the very thought of it. He could not contain himself any longer as that tiny pink organ goaded and beckoned him, taunting him with the half-hinted promise of unimaginable delights to come. Finally, unable to restrain himself for another moment, the redhead deftly withdrew his probing hand from the dew-moistened valley of Paula's ripe and waiting cunt, and used it to attack the restraining belt, snaps and zipper of his own bulging slacks.
Paula was brought back to a state of at least semiconsciousness by two sounds; the metallic rasp of a zipper being rapidly lowered to full extension, and the lewd accompanying snicker of the other truck driver, the dark-haired letch sitting on her right with his hand still buried and avidly working in her naked little crotch. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned instinctively, reflexively, toward the sound of that swiftly descending zipper.
What she saw when her eyes found their target was almost too much for her to comprehend in one viewing. The red-haired driver had already succeeded in freeing his erection from the restraining slacks and jockey shorts, and now it thrust upward from his loins like a tower of flesh, a massive guided missile aimed directly at her panting, wide-eyed face.
The sight of that massive, looming penis enthralled Paula. She had never seen any sight to compare with that one in her young life before, not even the heavy cudgel which Frankie carried between his legs and used on her with such devastating effect. This cock, the truck driver's was a good three inches longer than Frankie's, and nearly two inches in diameter in the middle. The helmet-shaped circumcised glans was purple and pulsing with its rapture, the entire organ gorged to bursting with bright scarlet blood. The thick veins which lined the underside of that powerful shaft were themselves pulsating like living things, almost seeming to undulate beneath the satiny, tightly-stretched penile skin even as Paula stared at them. At the very apex of the fleshy tower, gleaming with reflected light as if to accent the slit in the tip of his fat cock head, was a single pearly drop of seminal fluid the size of a pea.
The instinctive rush of fearful awe which Paula felt at her first sight of that imposing penis was almost immediately swallowed and replaced by an almost overwhelming desire to reach out her slender hand and touch it, to cup and fondle that long, thick, powerful life-giving pole of male procreativity. She felt a deep yearning in the depths of her cunt, and almost imagined her labia turning slightly inward to beckon the meaty invader, sucking rapturously at the other driver's fingers and taking them as a rather poor substitute at best.
It seemed almost as if the red-haired driver could look in Paula's mind and read her most secret, most erotic thoughts. His face wore a broad, beaming smile as he casually took hold of his own cock with one big hand, idly stroking and massaging the full length of it while the naked young woman stared in awe and sensual envy. His caresses smeared the thick drop of semen away from the tip of his glans, spreading it thin over his entire cock until the entire meaty pole glistened as if with a light of his own. The new wetness of his organ produced a little sucking, slushing sound with every stroke of his fist along its imposing length.
Staring at that imposing rod of male genital flesh, Paula Green was amazed to see it actually growing before her very eyes. Although she would have been willing to bet her life that the truck driver's cock was already at maximum extension, she now saw it gaining nearly another full inch in length, and perhaps another half inch if gross diameter, under the teasing, taunting ministrations of his jism-slickened palm. The fat red cock throbbed and pulsated as if with a life all of its own, a fluid pulsation which might have horrified her once upon a time, before that afternoon's experiences, but which now only fascinated and deeply aroused her.
As she looked down at that pulsating, inciteful male organ, young Paula was startled to see one of her own slim hands drifting lonely towards the cum-slick tool as if disembodied and moving with a will and mind of its own. She tried to withdraw that searching, trembling hand, but found her will powerless to control its advance or retreat. She waited, holding her breath, not knowing what to expect when her soft fingertips made contact for the first time in her young life with the velvet flesh of a male penis.
When her long, slim fingers came to rest ever so lightly on the very tip of the red-haired driver's glans, she felt almost as if her fingertips were being seared with a hot iron, so intense and powerful was the erotic sensation. It was obvious that the man, too, felt something of the same sensation, for his body stiffened into instant rock-like rigidity and his cock gave a little lurching, pulsating jump of its own, striving upward to increase the inciteful contact with that welcome but rather unexpected female hand. The driver's breath wheezed out from between clenched teeth in panting little gasps of unrestrained animalistic lust.
Encouraged by the power which she seemed to hold over the stranger, Paula slowly, experimentally, curled her soft fingers around the head of his penis, sliding her palm around over that warm knob of genital flesh until her hand was also slick and moist with the juices of his pre-ejaculate fluid. Then, finally and slowly, with some hesitancy still on her part, Paula slid her curled hand down the titanic length of his organ, stroking the entire length of that powerful cock and then back up again to the quivering, excited tip.
Paula's masturbating strokes increased in speed and power in direct proportion to the truck driver's obvious appreciation of her action, as well as in proportion to the effect which her own act had on her. It felt to her almost as if a current of living electricity was flowing somehow through his powerful organ and along her arm, into her body at the shoulder and rapidly down her torso, after a crackling, inciteful pause at her nipples, to detonate the bomb of acute arousal in the tight little pit of her hungry, needing loins. His cock was emitting a generous supply of seminal fluid now, in time to her milking, demanding strokes, and her hand was almost friction-free as it slid ever more rapidly up and down the slippery shaft of his rigid tool.
On her right side, Paula was less than surprised to hear the rasping noise of a second zipper lowered by quaking hands, and turning half way in that direction, she reached out her free hand without taking her eyes off the penis she held in her left. A little shuddering sigh wracked her naked body as the fat haft of a second cock fitted itself almost naturally into her palm, and soon both of her masturbating hands were equally slick and greasy with the cum of the two truck drivers as she sat there trembling between them, pumping their cocks with amateurish but exciting gusto, eyes half closed, her breath wheezing out in aroused little gusts and pants.
The two tremendously horny truck drivers were able to stand only so much of this, sitting there on cither side of a naked and voluptuous young woman, their big hands rummaging in her wet cunt as she avidly jacked off both of their cocks at once. Each man knew that his orgasm could not long be postponed under such conditions, and so, determined to get the very most for their money out of the experience, each at last reluctantly disengaged her hands from their pricks as if on cue.
Paula was briefly confused by the men's actions, until she looked quickly on either side of her and saw them scrambling to shed their clothing entirely. She knew what was coming then, that she was to be violently taken by first one and then the other, but in fact her young mind was too far lost in a lusty fantasy world of her own creation for that prospect to hold any more terror for her. If anything, she was slightly chagrined to find that the idea rather added to her unwitting arousal of the moment.
When the two partners had succeeded in divesting themselves of all their restraining clothing, they turned once more toward the naked girl between them. Lust burned in their eyes, and they were fairly drooling as they devoured her luscious nudity again with hungry eyes. Paula could patently see the message in those eyes; they would not be long able to restrain themselves from pouncing upon her defenseless naked body.
A few moments of confusion spared the young teacher from immediate indignity of double rape, but by that time she was no longer entirely certain that she wished to be saved. It seemed to her as if the men could not decide which one should ravage her first, or what their first move should be in that erotic little field maneuver. Finally, the decision was made without any spoken signal passing between the two partners, and the nature of that decision took even the lust-crazed young woman completely by surprise.
Both of the strong men seized her simultaneously, grasping her by the hips and shoulders respectively with their big hands. By sheer brute force they lifted her off the seat and turned her this way and that like a child's toy, evidently positioning her in the direction which might be most advantageous for the opening of their lecherous little sex games. When they finished positioning her, Paula was actually kneeling lengthways on the seat cushions, and the men, their own positions altered by their exertions, were kneeling with one at her head and one facing her plump, ripe young buttocks.
Only when she found herself at last there in the chosen position, on hands and knees on the back seat of her own car and sandwiched between the two nameless truck drivers, did the awful truth break through to Paula Green's naive young mind. The evil, lewd men did not plan to take her one after the other: fully intended to attack her simultaneously.
An elicit little tremor of budding excitement at the prospect raced along Paula's spine, but was quickly shouldered aside by a shudder of dread as she finally realized the actual vulnerability of her own position, trapped there between the two aroused males. Already the thick penis of the dark-haired driver was wobbling and waving within inches of her face, and she could plainly feel the hot, wet tip of the other man's penis grazing with taunting little strokes against the back of her firm young thighs. There could not be the slightest doubt in her mind any longer of what each lecherous older man wanted and expected from her.
The red-haired man was intending to fuck into her little pussy from the rear, while his darker partner expected her to lick and suck off the imposing head and shaft of his glistening male cock!
Paula's mind revolted at the prospect of taking that long, thick male organ inside her mouth and throat. For one thing, she had been taught since childhood that such acts, when mentioned at all, were wrong, perverted, and, well, unnatural. For another, the physical evidence before her eyes told her plainly that she could never hope to contain the entire bulk of the stranger's penis within her little throat; surely in his excitement, with the rutting and thrusting which was sure to come as he approached his climax, he might tear something loose inside her throat, or even strangle her on his fat cock itself.
Tears of terror filled Paula's dark eyes to overflowing and then coursed anew down her pale cheeks. Mewling, incoherent little cries of protest and refusal trailed from her lips, but they fell on deaf ears as the two lusty men fell about the task of taking her ripe young body for their personal pleasure. Nothing could restrain them as they pressed on for the goal of possessing her totally and intimately at that moment in time.
Already Paula could feel large, strong hands prying the cheeks of her ass wide apart, exposing both the rosy slit of her cuntal orifice and the tiny, puckered ring of her virginal little asshole. The truck driver crouching back there maneuvered his pelvis into position, letting the cum-slickened head of his penis graze lightly along the furry lips of Paula's pussy, nuzzling in between her pouting nether lips to butt incitefully against the erectile little pleasure node of her clit. That chafing, insistent contact sent shivering spasms of welcome pleasure racing along her spine, but they alone could not overcome the brooding terror she felt for that second cock wavering in front of her face.
The black-haired driver had grasped his thick cock in one hand now, cupping the other hand firmly around the back of Paula's head so that she could in no way avert her face and deprive him of his chosen target. He thrust his hips forward, manually guiding both her head and his cock until the very tip of his glans, with its staring cyclopic eye, made tingling, grazing contact with the tightly-shut lips of her virginal little mouth.
Paula felt the bile rising in her throat at that forbidden contact, and it was all she could do to keep from gagging then and there. She desperately struggled to break free of her dark-haired captor's grasp, almost forgetting the other man intent on fucking her almost-chaste little pussy in terror at being forced into yet another act of forbidden oral sex.
Paula Green's efforts to evade the grasp of the dark-haired driver were so energetic and violent that she unintentionally squirmed her hips backward with considerable force, accidentally impaling her hot and juicy little gash on the first two inches of the red-heads glistening penile shaft. She went instantly rigid at that probing invasion of her cunt, a little groan of mingled pain and arousal slipping from between her tightly clenched teeth as her cuntal muscles alternately fought to bar and to welcome the fleshy invader. A powerful tremor of unwanted passion raced through her body, making her quiver like a dog trying to shake water off his coat.
The red-haired truck driver was totally lost in his own realm of erotic fantasy now, with his cock locked in Paula's cunt. He paused there for a long moment, breathing deeply and simply savoring the erotic sensations which the velvet vice of the young woman's pussy was transmitting to his penis by sheer tingling contact. Finally, he began to flex his long cock shaft as it lay nestled deep inside Paula's cunt, contracting and expanding his pelvic muscles in a fashion that seemed to make his cock swell and pulsate with a vibrant life of its own.
Paula groaned aloud and trembled violently as the lurching, heaving pulsations of the cock buried in her loins further stimulated the burning slit of her excited little vagina. Never before had she felt so completely filled down there, and the position in which the red-haired truck driver knelt behind her allowed him the maximum amount of penile penetration into her exposed and vulnerable little cunt.
The dark-haired man crouching in front of Paula had not been idle, meanwhile. He had maintained his vise-like grip on the back of her straining head, and with his other hand he continued to rub and chafe the wet, glans of his fat prick back and forth along the outline of her tightened lips. Already Paula felt herself weakening in the face of that second assault. Her arousal, heightened by the large cock probing and invading her once-virginal little cunt, had increased her rate of breathing to the point that she was fairly panting, and she was not sure how much longer she could endure breathing only through her two little nostrils. Soon, very soon she feared, it would be necessary for her to open her mouth wide and suck in the cool, clean air that she craved. And when she did so, she knew only too well that the dark-haired man's tumescent organ would also find its unerring way inside her little oral cavity.
In fact, it was not a shortage of air, but rather an excess of sexual passion which finally doomed Paula on the second front of her erotic struggle. For at that precise moment, the red-haired driver had decided to slowly withdraw his fat penis from the clinging confines of her pussy, drawing the rubbery walls along with him and creating the most deliciously excruciating sensation inside of Paula, as if her cunt and uterus itself were somehow being pulled inside-out by some powerful suction machine. The feelings of mingled pain and pleasure were so powerful, so unbearably intense, that Paula could not suppress the growling cry which rose unbidden in her throat from ripping outward between her teeth and lips.
The dark-haired truck driver saw his opportunity at long last and seized upon it greedily. He thrust his hips forward, sliding almost the full length of his slick, fat cock deep into the back of Paula's throat, stopping only when the blunt purple glans had butted up tightly against her soft little palate.
Paula Green experienced an immediate sensation of drowning, and for the briefest of moments she feared that she was about to lose her life by strangling on that thick male organ then and there. After a few seconds of panic, however, she relaxed enough to find that it was still actually quite easy for her to breathe through her nose if only she would relax the tightened muscles of her throat. There was something else about the experience as well, some indefinable combination of flavor and aroma which his penis gave off, which she found surprisingly stimulating and arousing under those unusual circumstances.
Slowly, tentatively, Paula Green let her little pink tongue curl out and lightly stroke along the thickly-veined underside of the dark-haired man's prick. The reaction, though largely unintended and unexpected, was both immediate and very emphatic. He stiffened, arching his back and squirming his hips farther forward so that another half-inch of his meaty rod was buried in her clasping little throat. His penis also seemed to grow measurably in diameter, and she could plainly read the heightened level of his erotic arousal by the way his panting breath wheezed and rattled now in his dry throat. Large beads of perspiration stood out on his reddened face, neck and heaving chest as he wriggled and trembled in the iron grip of powerful, violent emotion.
Behind Paula, the red-haired driver found himself in a very similar state of extreme excitation. After withdrawing his cock from her pussy until only the very tip of it remained inside, he had suddenly and violently thrust his hips forward again, plowing his thick penis deep into her cunt until the glans butted up firmly against the rubbery little barrier of her cervix, jolting Paula and forcing her forward so that the cock trapped in her mouth slid even deeper down into her clinging little throat.
Now the man behind Paula was reaming his long hard prick in and out of her tiny little cunt with ever greater zeal and rapidity, constantly increasing the pace of his powerful fucking rhythm with every skewering stroke of his shaft. His big hands reached out to grasp her full, ripe young hips, tugging her loins back tightly against his own, giving his cock the maximum possible access now to the widely-splayed slit of her no-longer-virginal little twat. On every stroke, as his cock sluiced deeply into the yielding quiver of her loins, the man's heavy testicles swung forward like a fleshy pendulum to smack resoundingly against the taut hemispheres of Paula Green's pliant, yet firm little ass cheeks.
The dual and simultaneous stimuli to which young Paula Green found herself unexpectedly subjected there in the back seat of her own car, with one stranger reaming his fat cock in and out of her superheated little pussy while another slid his ever more rapidly in and out of her clasping, sucking mouth, would have seemed incredible to her if her young mind had been in any sort of condition even remotely approaching rationality. As it was, however, totally caught up and adrift in the lusty fantasy universe created for her by those two rampaging, impaling male organs, Paula had very little time indeed for such philosophical considerations. There was time, in fact, only for the once-virginal young teacher to let herself savor each and every new erotic sensation which came her way, and to try and find space in her mind for the prayer of blessed thankfulness which involuntarily formed there.
Paula's entire nude young body felt as if it was vibrating with the force of intense erotic pulsations that originated, strangely, inside of herself rather than from any outside source. She was trembling like a woman caught in the grip of a powerful tropical fever, her body quaking and perspiring heavily in the heat of her now-unrestrained passionate desire. There seemed to be no denying the fact that what had begun as, at least on her part, an unwelcome and revolting exercise in involuntary seduction, had recently been transformed into a lustful little threesome, an orgy of sorts with three adult partners consenting and participating on equal terms.
Paula Green was the centerpiece of that sensual threesome, the fleshy, erotic altar at which the two nameless men knelt to deliver their fleshy offerings of desire. She accepted those offerings gladly, hungrily, her hips squirming and writhing backward now against the furry loins of the man who was fucking her cunt so energetically. Her grasping little gash was like some erotically inspired mouth, sucking and nibbling at the entrapped length of his male organ with a rapaciousness that rather astounded both of them at the same time. The internal muscles of her inexperienced little cunt seemed to have come alive with a will and passionate desire of their own, clinging to his shaft and stroking it on every skewering thrust, for all the world like the skilled and practiced action of a tight masturbating fist wrapped in a hot velvet glove.
Meanwhile, Paula was also rapidly discovering the possible arousing effects of cocksucking, lapping more avidly now at the thick, invading shaft of the penis which impaled her little mouth and throat with ever-increasing tempo. She churned her tongue about and hollowed her cheeks, tempting and sucking that rampant male organ onward and inward, into a steamy maelstrom of oral passion and lust that the startled dark-haired truck driver could scarcely believe. It was all simply too much for him to accept, as he saw their formerly demure victim suddenly being transformed into a slavering, rutting sex kitten before his own lust-narrowed eyes.
The trio of sex-maddened people at that moment had absolutely no mind for anything beyond their own miniature universe, a highly restricted fantasy world centering around their own fucking and sucking, filled with dizzying erotic sensations which drove them onward and upward, each in their own ways striving to achieve the crowning glory of primal, burning orgasm. So enraptured and distracted were they by the quest for their own driving pleasures, that not one of them noticed when Frankie and Marsha returned from their stroll to stand beside the car, leaning down to peer through the open windows while nudging each other and whispering softly over this or that movement of the three straining naked bodies.
Paula Green was arching and curving her spine like a sensuous serpent in human form, every muscle and tendon in her trim young body rippling beneath the thin velvety covering of her perfect, unblemished skin. Her nipples stuck out like twin bullets from her gently swaying breasts, and her plump buttocks jiggled violently with the dual forces of her own fucking thrusts and the impact of the massive cock being reamed in and out of her tender young twat. Each driving, skewering thrust of that powerful male penis into her cunt produced a little squishing, smacking sound, and already the soft insides of her trembling thighs were dripping with the combined overflow moisture of her own feminine lust secretions and the pre-ejaculate fluid dripping copiously from the red-haired truck driver's thick penis.
Each member of the lusty, lecherous triad hovered on the razor-edged brink of impending satisfaction, each brain and inflamed nervous system straining mightily toward that end with a selfish singleness of purpose which almost denied the existence of the other partners in that sexual union. And yet, at the same time, each participant in that torrid mini-orgy also realized, at a different level of consciousness, that none of them would be able to realize the full erotic potential of that unique situation without the willing and able cooperation of the other two. To that end, and simply because it was the most natural and logical thing to do, they rapidly and avidly went along full speed with their fucking and sucking as if to drive themselves and each other over the brink to blissful oblivion with all possible haste.
Paula Green felt the red-haired truck driver's orgasm beginning, the sensations passing themselves along to her cuntal walls like the unmistakable tremors preceding a major earthquake. She increased the tempo of her own backward-fucking thrusts, helping him get there at the same time that she increased the inciteful friction between his quivering organ and her own little pussy and clitoris. She gloried in the sudden lengthening and expansion of his penis, feeling her own pre-orgasmic tremors mounting in the tightly-stretched little cleft between her ripe young ass cheeks. Inspired by that progress, she once more redoubled her fucking, writhing tempo.
As it happened, Paula and her now-welcome rapist chanced to reach orgasm at almost precisely the same moment. They both stiffened, locked together at the loins as the spasms of intense gratifying passion rocked them and shook them as one. Paula felt her orgasmic convulsions coming, rippling upward and outward from the thoroughly-fucked slit of her pussy to engulf and enflame her entire body and mind. At the same time, the driver's long cock gave a single stiffening lurch of passion, and then seemed to literally explode there inside her, spouting burst after burst of creamy white jism into the thirsty depths of her ravenous little cunt. Paula's inexperienced pussy could not hold all that hot, steamy jism, and in a matter of seconds quantities of the driver's viscous load were overflowing to stream in hot, thick rivulets down the soft, damp insides of her trembling thighs.
As young Paula Green had gradually succumbed to the overwhelming effects of her total, engrossing orgasm, the sucking action of her mouth upon the dark-haired driver's penis had increased in both speed and erotic intensity. It seemed to that panting man as if the young woman kneeling before him was suddenly intent on sucking and draining his testicles dry as a bone, and the swirling, inciteful slashing of her active tongue around the fat glans of his cock was enough to make him gasp and writhe with desire. His testicles were tightly clenched between his straining thighs like a large, angry fist.
The dark man felt his climax coming on like the approach of a run-away steam engine, striking his confused and lust-addled mind with cyclone force and sweeping him away onto a diving, twisting roller coaster ride of passion, sweeping his mind and body around and around and down into a vortex of orgasmic ecstasy. He felt his balls tighten still further, then seemingly explode as the hot flood of his sticky semen raced along the swollen sperm ducts of his penis and erupted from the single slit in his glans in great spouting plumes of cum.
Paula Green felt as if she was suddenly trapped and drowning on the copious flood of semen filling her mouth and shooting back to splatter against her palate. Quickly, and out of reflexive survival instincts, she began to swallow that creamy load of jism, her cheeks hollowing repeatedly as she gulped and strained in an effort to take every last drop of the warm cum. She found the taste, surprisingly, not at all unpleasant, arousing in fact, and with a suddenness which amazed her she was suddenly off and galloping on a powerful secondary orgasm of her own, once more trembling and shaking between the two men who were fucking her so avidly in mouth and cunt.
The three celebrants froze in their trembling positions, locked together at loins and face for a frozen moment of erotic eternity. Then, almost reluctantly, they began to separate and draw away from one another, the moment ending, the mood broken. Little groaning sighs of pleasure came from each of them as they felt the warm sensations of erotic afterglow settling blissfully upon them. The red head's already deflating cock slipped out of Paula's overflowing little pussy with a wet sucking sound, and the dark man's organ left her clinging little oral cavity in a similar depleted condition. Suddenly deprived of those two impaling supports, Paula wobbled unsteadily on hands and knees, and might have toppled completely off the slippery seat if the two truck drivers had not braced her with suddenly gentle hands, helping her as she turned around and collapsed back into a normal sitting position between then.
The two truck drivers dressed quickly and in silence, for some reason averting their eyes from Paula's sweat-glistening nudity as if they now viewed her with a new respect, or else were in some way ashamed of having taken advantage of her vulnerability. Not until they were completely dressed again and climbing out of the car on either side did they notice Frankie and Marsha standing there beside the vehicle with broad smiles on their faces.
"Not bad, eh, boys?" Frankie chortled, breaking the surprised silence. "Did she live up to my advertising?"
"It was fine," the redhead muttered softly, and his dark-haired partner nodded mutely in almost grudging assent.
"I know it would be," the blonde youth answered, leering evilly from one man to the other. "One problem though-you're overtime."
As he spoke, he drew an expensive-looking pocket watch from somewhere inside his blue denim jacket and waved it in the general direction of the men approaching him.
The truck drivers glanced briefly at each other, and then the redhead, as apparent senior partner of the outfit, shook his head in a slow but emphatic negative.
"It was sweet, boy, I'll admit that right up front," he said, his tone grim. "But you've got a hundred off us already, and that's all you're going to get!"
"That's all!" the dark-haired partner said in stern agreement.
Frankie stiffened, his face going from serious to angry, his cheeks reddening. "Now listen," he snapped, "we had a deal, and I'll be fucked if I'm going to let you welsh on it!"
The red-haired driver grinned broadly, showing off a set of slightly yellowed teeth in his ruddy face as he stepped closer. It was an intimidating movement, for he fairly towered over the blonde, willowy youth, and now his liquor-reeking breath was hot and heavy in Frankie's furious face.
"Just what in the hell do you plan to do about it?" the driver was sneering down at the blonde boy. "You gonna call the cops? Or maybe just run home and tell mommie on us?" He joined his partner in a round of chuckling at his own joke.
Frankie seemed to be thinking the problem over for a long moment, his right hand unnoticed as it slid into the pocket of his blue jeans and then began to stealthily emerge once more.
"Well, now," he said slowly, thoughtfully, sucking at his even front teeth, "I suppose I might do THIS!"
The last word of that sentence was somewhere between a hiss and a snarl, and the sudden flow of Frankie's actions fitted the tone of his voice. His right hand came up and out of his pants pocket, swinging in a shallow arc toward the driver who loomed over him. The long, cold switchblade knife snapped open in mid-swing, glittering briefly like a silver finger of steel before the blade ended its arcing track in the soft flesh of the tall man's throat.
The red-haired driver made a little strangled, gasping sound deep in his chest as razor-edged metal sheared through his windpipe and jugular vein. Bright crimson blood fountained from his ravaged throat as the knife emerged beneath his right jaw bone, ripping his throat open from ear to ear. His big hands were half-raised, frozen in space as if undecided whether to clasp at his throat in protective reaction or to flail out at the mere pipsqueak of a boy who dared to challenge him.
Paula Green watched, eyes wide with shock and horror, as the tall driver folded up and collapsed on the grass of the backwoods access road. He was dead before he hit the ground, the front of his work shirt already drenched by the pumping scarlet flow of his life's fluid.
The dark-haired truck driver gave out a rumbling growl of mingled grief and rage, launching himself at Frankie with his big arms and fists wind-milling into the assault. The blonde boy backpedaled rapidly, deftly sidestepping a pair of cadenced punches, darting, bobbing and weaving like the experienced street fighter he was.
At the same moment, lithe little Marsha sprang into action, leaping with the energy and grace of a circus acrobat onto the broad back of the infuriated older man. Her clawed fingers raked deeply across his face, plowing bloody furrows across cheeks and forehead as they sought his eyes.
The driver reacted instinctively to that burden upon his back and shoulders, shaking himself dog fashion and groping behind his throbbing head with both big hands in an effort to dislodge the clawing, biting hellcat lodged there. He might have been successful in warding off her sneak assault had not Frankie chosen that most opportune of all moments to rejoin the battle.
The blonde assassin came in fast and low, moving in a well-rehearsed combat crouch. Over and over he plunged his long, cruel knife blade into the exposed belly and chest of the dark-haired man, burying it to the hilt a half dozen times before the driver could even attempt to react effectively. By that time, of course, it was far too late to do anything, and Paula felt a sob choking her dry throat as the man toppled forward and face down onto the blood-flecked grass, with Marsha still straddling his shoulders. His muscular body gave a single dying shiver, then lay still.
Young Paula Green could not tear her eyes away from that ghoulish scene, no matter how much it repulsed her. She watched as Frankie bent and wiped his bloody knife clean on the seat of the dark-haired man's work pants, then folded the evil weapon and stowed it once more in his pants pocket. Then, he and Marsha went about the task of plundering the dead, turning the men's pockets inside out with practiced speed and ease, themselves pocketing money, wallets, and credit cards with a speed that fairly astonished the bewildered captive schoolteacher.
After a cursory check of the parked truck, which netted the young killers nothing beyond a sack lunch and thermos of coffee, they returned to the waiting Chevrolet and both climbed into the front seat. Frankie scooped up the misplaced blanket from the floorboards at his feet, then tossed it back over his shoulder to Paula before gunning the car's engine into life and moving out along the grassy road.
"Now you've seen what we can do if we have to," he said, his eyes seeking and finding hers from the rear-view mirror, holding her horrified gaze with his icy one. "If you're as smart as I think you are, you'll play along all the way and not try to give us any shit!"
Paula nodded dumbly, afraid to argue, thankful at that moment for the bare concealment and illusory protection which the skimpy piece of blanket material afforded her in her nakedness. She sat there trembling, squeezed into one corner of the back seat, staring through the side window as the trees and underbrush rolled past outside.
After what seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes, the car made its way onto another paved highway, though clearly not the freeway on which she had made the mistake of picking up these two young murderers. They were still traveling east, she surmised, for the sun was setting low in the sky now at their backs, preparing to set in the west. She had no idea where they were going, and she was far too frightened to risk Frankie's murderous wrath by inquiring.
Once, in the distance ahead of them, she saw the black and white shape of a California Highway Patrol cruiser approaching them from the east, drawing rapidly nearer. Desperate escape plans suddenly filled Paula's feverish mind: could she fling her blanket out the window and induce the officer to stop them for littering? Or, perhaps, even cast that dubious cover aside and thrust the top half of her nude torso out the window at attract his attention? Briefly, she even considered flinging herself out of the moving car completely, but the thought of the rough pavement grating and digging into her nude flesh as she bounced and rolled along at high speed froze her hand half way to the door's handle. As for the other plans to secure rescue, she had no slightest doubt that Frankie would endeavor to outrun the police car in any event, and that during the chase, one or both of the murderous young savages would delight in slaying her for the difficulty she had brought down upon their heads.
Weeping bitter little tears of frustration and sheer terror, Paula helplessly watched the sleek patrol car flash past them in the opposite lane, and then recede into the fading light of the sunset far behind. She was left totally alone then with her murderous abductors on that barren stretch of rural California highway.
After the better part of an hour, when fear had receded somewhat in her numbing mind and she was finally conscious of a hunger that reminded her she had eaten nothing since breakfast that morning, Paula was foolish or desperate enough to speak once more to her young captors.
"Please, where are you taking me?" she asked softly, terrified in case her tone, or the act of speaking itself, should provoke some violent insane reaction from either of them.
To her surprise, Marsha's answer was calm, clear, and to the point.
"We're heading for a secret place we know, baby," he said simply. "We've got some friends there, and we can all rest up and party for a while."
Her success with the first question made Paula less cautious, perhaps even reckless, in her newfound freedom to speak. "Whe ...when ...when do you think you might be able to let me go?"
Both Frankie and Marsha chuckled aloud at that; their soft, knowing laughter was somehow more disconcerting than any words of doom which they might have spoken.
"Don't worry about that just yet," Marsha said, grinning wolfishly over her shoulder at the near-naked young hostage. "We want you to meet our friends first, and get to know them a little bit."
"You'll like them fine," Frankie added in an unconvincing tone. "They're our kind of people."
Our kind of people! Paula could not tell whether the boy driving her car was speaking only for himself and the girl, or whether Paula's own abandoned behavior during the past few hours had led him to think of her as one of his little clique of murderous human degenerates. In either case, his pronouncement on the quality of his friends' character made her blood run cold. They would, undoubtedly and without question, be more people just like himself and his evil young female companion. Paula could hope for and expect no mercy from them; only a furtherance and continuation of her own ongoing degradation and misery.
Paula Green dabbed at her moist eyes with a corner of the dusty blanket which at least partially covered her luscious naked body there on the back seat of the hastening automobile. After all, she told herself, it would be best if she put a brave front on things for the moment. It seemed possible that these savages, like the animals they were, would be able to smell or sense an aura of fear around her and might react accordingly. She determined to be brave in spite of everything she had seen and which had happened to her on that numbing afternoon of terror and debasement.
After what seemed like a half hour of continuous driving, Frankie abruptly swung the car onto a dirt road that cut sharply away to the right. From the amount of loose dust overlaying the track, Paula guessed that the road saw little use from vehicles. She felt a little anticipatory shiver of fear pass upward along her spine, raising her hackles, as the paved road and its relative safety disappeared behind a screen of forest at her back.
For good or ill, they must now surely be on the way to Frankie's "secret place." Paula could only wait with trembling limbs and baited breath to see what might befall her there.