Chapter 1

Wendy Harris felt funny. The mud sucked obscenely at her feet, threatening to hold her prisoner. She struggled forward, conscious of Mr. Bernard's hand hovering near her, ready to touch her at any second. He was only being helpful, the blonde teenager thought.

But something told her otherwise.

The pressure of his fingers on her sensitive tits, on her ass or pushing her skirt between her legs to rub his palms over her pert little ass that wasn't being helpful. She had seen in him the makings of a seducer, one of those men she'd read about plenty of times in romance novels. Even in biology class, she had felt his eyes watching her, making the tips of her tits so hard they nearly poked through her bra. Her cunt would move like a small frightened animal, the full, flexible cuntlips curling and trembling while her clit popped to the surface. Alice Farraday, Wendy's brunette friend, had told her terrible things about this man. Wendy couldn't believe the way her friend had acted, almost throwing herself at his feet.

Even now, Wendy thought about the way the handsome teacher had stared at her, undressed her. It was wrong, but now her body tensed and she yearned for the furtive touching to go further.

"Okay, I think we're all right now," the man said.

Perhaps it had been the nearness of her death. Mr. Bernard had said nothing to reassure her, and the overturning of the Land Rover had scared her more than she wanted to admit. Looking around, she wasn't reassured by the expanse of desolate terrain surrounding them. It was already growing dark. Long shadows crawled over the bleached desert sand as the stillness pressed in against the small terrified group. They were miles from the rest of the class. Would they be found? Wendy shivered. One river in the entire desert, and they had to have fallen into it!

Alice was pretending to be shaken as she leaned heavily against the handsome biology teacher.

"Sit here," he said to Wendy.

She was happy to comply. It had taken a lot out of her scrambling from under the overturned vehicle while feeling Mr. Bernard's fingers on her thighs and on her ass. She knew he was trying to help her. But those hands stayed around her pussy and asshole just a little bit too long, Wendy thought, blushing furiously when she remembered the electric thrill that had raced through her at his touch.

She shook that from her mind. Concentrate on the present, she told herself, staring at the red mud that squished up between her thighs. It was cold and clammy, contrasting with the hot dry air surrounding them. It would dry soon, caking her nice jersey and slacks. She fought back the hot tears burning in her eyes. No. She wouldn't cry. She had to be strong.

They would be found soon. The others would be missing them and start looking for them. Wendy tried not to think of all those stories she'd ready recently in the Los Angeles newspapers, stories about gangs of criminals hiding out in the desert, escaping the eyes of the city police.

Raising her eyes, she looked at the rover, still upside down, the wheels sticking straight up like the legs of a dead animal. Wendy smiled grimly, standing up once more and slipping on the dirt. The mud and water under her skirt dribbled down the insides of her thighs like piss. She wished they had something to wipe with. But already the mud was drying on her arms.

"Come on, girls. I think if we get back to the road over there we might be able to find someone."

Mr. Bernard looked back at the two trembling teenagers following him reluctantly. He knew this was a chance to be a hero. And with a little luck, he might taste something else besides heroism. He was alone here, alone with these two young girls. He'd seen Alice's advances, but wondered about Wendy.

He licked his lips and tasted the mud, but thought about his tongue sliding up the blonde's pussy. With a little luck they would stay overnight and the three of them could snuggle together. He knew how cold it got in the desert at night. He would warm them up, rolling back and forth between them all night, fucking his cock into one soft pussy and then into the other, sucking tit and getting his prick sucked while he fingered two young slippery cunts.

"Mr. Bernard!" Wendy gasped.

She shrank away from him, feeling his hand cupping her asscheeks, and one finger pressing into her hot little asscrack. He pretended nothing had happened, pulling his hand away as she scrambled over a small ridge and found herself on the narrow dirt road. Pushing the wispy blonde hair from her eyes, Wendy saw it was close to sundown. She shuddered. Where would they sleep? What would they eat? Her stomach was growling already. Alice came up behind her and giggled.

"Do you think we'll be here all night?" the brunette asked.

"Don't even think it!"

Wendy looked back at the big man coming up behind them and thought about rape. He wouldn't be beyond that.

"Let's keep walking," he suggested.

Wendy pretended not to listen to the talk between Alice and Mr. Bernard that was getting more and more intimate. The growing darkness seemed to quiet their voices until Wendy could only hear murmuring behind her.

"Oh, let's sit down for a while," Alice said, finding a small rock under a rotting Juniper tree. "I'm tired."

Wendy was tired too, her feet aching from the long walk. She was dead tired and a little bruised from the accident. Against her better judgment, the girl slid down next to the teacher as did Alice on the other side. At first, she was oblivious to everything but the working of her lungs and the stillness of the Mojave desert around them. Then she heard the soft giggle of the brunette.

Curiously, she opened her eyes and looked. Mr. Bernard's back was turned to her. Alice giggled again. Wendy's heart was beating as she leaned forward to see what was happening. She gasped, realizing that one of Mr. Bernard's hands was under Alice's skirt. The girl looked happy, her cheeks flushed while her lips were parted just a bit. Wendy moved away softly, wishing she could run off into the sunset and never set eyes on them again!

"Come on, Alice!" the man urged. "But ... Wendy."

Mr. Bernard turned his head, flashing those brilliant white teeth of his under his mustache. His eyes were burning, mocking, inviting. Wendy felt a hot flash rush through her cunt, making her full cuntlips pucker against one another while her nipples seemed more sensitive and itchy then ever. She felt riveted to the spot.

"She can watch if she wants to. I don't think she'll report us-will you, Wendy?"

The girl couldn't find her voice. She felt paralyzed.

Alice slipped farther down the tree trunk. Her skirt was up to her waist now. And there was Mr. Bernard, turning back to Wendy, sliding his finger in and out of the girl's tight, swollen cunt. Wendy's eyes widened, her breathing becoming raspy and uneven as she saw Alice's thick cuntal bush penetrated again and again by that slick, sliding finger. Mr. Bernard was kissing the side of her throat, tonguing her ear, making Alice start to move her ass in soft, fucking movements. Her knees were moving back and forth, her thighs trembling while her fingers dug into the dry desert dirt.

Wendy couldn't believe this was happening u right under her frightened eyes. But yes, she saw her friend's fluffy brown cuntal hair curling around the teacher's hand as he finger-fucked her.

"Come on, baby, come on!" Mr. Bernard cooed, biting the girl's earlobe.

His free hand fumbled with his fly, unbuttoning his torn black trousers. Alice was panting heavily. He was going to expose himself right there, right there in front of them both!

Wendy couldn't turn her face away from them. His prick was out, a long, thick thing ribbed with dark-blue veins. It was the first time Wendy had ever seen a man's prick like that stiff thick, pulsing! It obviously wasn't the first time Alice had, although the brunette seemed impressed by the size. It was a cock Wendy thought belonged between the hindquarters of a donkey and not between the legs of a man. That double-lobed cockhead had to be at least two inches across! Could something like that fit into a woman's pussy without hurting her? Could something like that fit into her own tight virgin pussy? Wendy reddened, hating herself for that thought. She was a good girl, not a slut like Alice.

"Do it, baby, do it...."

They were whispering now. Wendy wondered what he was telling Alice to do. Mr. Bernard had turned some more, blocking her view. She had to know what was happening. She could hear her friend gurgling, see her wiggling her naked ass in the dirt. The teacher was on his knees, and he moved forward until his prickhead was slipping back and forth on the girl's lips.

Wendy froze in shock.

Alice's mouth opened and Mr. Bernard's prick slipped in, making the girl's cheeks puff out. She was taking his ... his cock in her mouth, sucking, bobbing her head back and forth while she kept her eyes shut. Wendy put one hand to her throat, swallowing down a lump of fear, feeling a warm shudder ripple through her thighs. Mr. Bernard had his hands still between Alice's legs, massaging her cunt, moving his fingers back and forth over her pussy until they became slick with her hot running pussy juice.

Wendy turned away, catching her breath, then turning around and watching them again. Mr. Bernard's prick sank into her friend's mouth. And Wendy could tell that Alice was sucking his cock in deeper and deeper. She could see the softness of Alice's lips pillowing around the fat cockshaft. Wendy lay heavily against the tree trunk, feeling a little tired, wishing in a perverse way that Mr. Bernard would tire of Alice and start in on her.

"Oh, God!" Mr. Bernard gasped.

By then the teacher's hips were sawing back and forth, back and forth, each movement driving his prick deeper into the girl's eager, sucking mouth. He had both hands around the back of Alice's head now, guiding her speed, fondling her long brown hair while he kept fucking his prick into her mouth.

Wendy spread her legs, feeling a hot itchiness engulf her cunt. Secretly, she opened her slacks, pushing them down around her knees, sliding her fingers under the elastic legbands of her panties until they were touching her red-hot cunt. She started pumping her ass back and forth, up and down, letting her fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her blood-filled clit. Immediately, a rush of unfamiliar thrills made her head swim. Her thighs felt like they were on fire, and even the places between her toes tingled. She shut her eyes, the feel of the dirt under her ass prickling her to a bouncy fucking rhythm. She spread her legs wider, glancing at the couple every now and then. She was licking her lips and panting.

Mr. Bernard was screwing his hips around a lot, churning his cock around and around in the girl's sucking mouth. He pulled almost all the way out, then lunged back in. He curled the fingers of one hand in the brunette's hair, pulling and tugging at it while her hot mouth greased his prick faster and faster.

The girl was rolling her eyes wildly now. But Mr. Bernard wouldn't let go of her hair. It was obvious he was going to use her mouth to take in all his jizz. Wendy felt paralyzed with heat. She couldn't move. Perhaps Alice was having second thoughts about taking a man's jizz in her throat. But that was her problem. She'd started it.

Alice had her hands pressed up against Mr. Bernard's thighs now. His body was swaying drunkenly from side to side. Wendy frowned. The strange, convulsive way the two of them were moving seemed scary, weird. Her legs bent at the knee, then flopped down loosely as she watched the two of them. Alice was struggling backward, muttering something about not wanting cum in her mouth. But Mr. Bernard's fat, long cock was blurring most of the girl's words.

He said something to console her, ramming his big cock deep into the girl's mouth, so deeply Wendy could see the bulge in Alice's throat. Then he turned around and gave Wendy a hot look, catching her in the act of finger-fucking herself. He stretched out his free hand, curling his fingers, beckoning her to move over so he could stroke her cunt. Wendy felt herself burning up inside, shamed that the teacher had caught her, inflamed with the idea that he wanted to fuck her while getting sucked off by her friend.

"Yeah, baby, yeah...."

He turned his attention back to Alice, who was really working her mouth over his prick. Wendy could hear the slick, slurping sounds all the way from where she was. She felt her cunt aching as she wondered what it would feel like having that cock in her mouth, banging against the back of her throat.

Against her will, Wendy found herself licking her lips, feeling her jaw stretching while her cheeks seemed to puff out. Her cunt was swollen, red around the edges of her pussylips as she matched her finger-fucking with the speed and rhythm of Mr. Bernard's fucking. She could see Alice's face growing flushed, swollen. Yes, yes, her friend was enjoying that, having her face fucked by that hard lump of cockmeat stabbing again and again into her mouth.

She knew Alice was having the time of her life as she worked her fingers harder and harder at her own throbbing pussy. She felt her excitement peaking, her thighs trembling while her ass jerked up from the ground and hung there in the air. Her fingers were working around the edges now while her thumb strummed her clit. It was so hard to breathe! Alice's moans and cock-sucking sounds were drowned out slowly by the sound of her own pulse in her ears.

"Ahhhhh!"

Wendy let out a sharp cry, her legs drumming the dirt under her. Her cunt was so wet. She hadn't been this excited before, not even while fantasizing about boys in bed and touching herself under the sheets.

Mr. Bernard was grunting, driving his hips forward, his hands clamped now on both sides of Alice's skull. The girl was sucking hard, her cheeks sunken around his driving prick. And then the big man was heaving his hips. Wendy could hear Alice coughing and strangling. Wendy thrashed her hips around wildly, her fingertips pushing into her tumid cuntmeat, touching the thin membrane of her cherry. Mr.

Bernard was shooting his cum-load into Alice's mouth, cumming in her throat, just as she had begged him not to! She could see the white spray of his jizz foaming around the corners of Alice's cock-stretched lips, dribbling down her chin as she coughed and grunted in protest.

At the same time, Wendy climaxed, her ass bouncing up and down, trembling, shivering as she felt as if she were coming apart deep inside. The orgasm was so strong it hurt her as she rolled her ass around and watched Mr. Bernard finishing his mouth-fucking.

Wendy fell against Mr. Bernard, her right tit pressing against his shoulder. It was like having a hot iron laid against her nipple. The shock ran through her and ignited the afterglow of her climax into another wild orgasm.

"I see it's your turn now," Mr. Bernard said calmly as Alice rolled away, spitting cum, coughing, her knees drawn up to her chin.

"No, please, don't...."

Wendy trembled as she felt his big hands rest hotly on her thighs, stretching them apart even though the girl tried to draw her knees together.

Her cunt was still raw and swollen, the cuntlips puffy, folded over one another while her fluffy blonde pussy hair glistened with juice.

His prick was still jutting straight out of his groin, wet with her friend's spit, the cockhead pulsing. Could a man do it twice? Was he going to rape her? Was he going to take her cherry? Wendy tried crawfishing back, her arms stretched behind her as she begged the teacher to let her go.

But Mr. Bernard dove down between Wendy's thighs, fitting his mouth to her cunt and wiggling his tongue into her hot, musky fuck-hole.

"Uhhhhh!"

Wendy came apart, collapsing flat onto the hot desert ground and shivering as if she were consumed by a fever. She felt the forbidden rub of his mustache against her pussy while his tongue was licking deep, deep into her pussy. He was touching all those hot, sensitive spots while his hands still pushed her long legs apart. Her tits heaved as he moved his head from side to side, scouring out her hot little cunthole. The tickling of his tongue was so much more delicate than anything she had ever felt down there. And how his tongue fucked into her pussy, reaching down, down to her cherry! Then she felt him rimming the opening of her cuntal mouth, the tip of his tongue barely grazing the hot, throb bing pussy flesh.

"Oh, no, don't ... Mr. Bernard, please don't do that to my...."

"Your cunt? Why don't you say it?" he asked, raising his head up for one moment, then diving back down and licking into her cunt.

Wendy couldn't say anything at this point. She clung to him, whimpering as she fed her pussy into his mouth. And then he began licking into her hot clit folds, touching them again and again until she pushed her crotch against his face. She wanted more tongue fucking up in her cunt. The girl was crazy with fuck-lust now.

"You two are ... are depraved."

It was Alice standing there, watching them, her face still contorted with lust.

"Ohhhhh!" Wendy gasped, exploding under that wriggling tongue, her legs kicking up in the air while her fingers clawed at anything in reach. "This is awful!"

"Hey, baby, it ain't awful at all," a strange male voice said.

The three of them froze as if bullets had begun to rain on all sides.

They were surrounded by at least ten men. All of them were dirty, clothed in filthy jeans and sleazy-looking T-shirts. A few had bandanas to keep back their long, dirty hair.

The newspaper reports of gangs hiding out in the desert flashed through Wendy's mind once again as her cunt clamped in terror. It was one of those gangs, those hideous young roughnecks, and they looked so wild! The sight of them made Wendy's blood run cold!