Chapter 1
"We're lost!" Sondra Keeler called out to the three females behind her. "I don't have the slightest idea where we are. We must have made a wrong turn somewhere."
The big-bodied blonde, her long straight hair shining in the afternoon sun, worked her way through the dense woods that covered the side of the mountain, toward a small brook. She had big brown eyes and a sweet, innocent face that made her look about ten years younger than her thirty-three years. The knapsack on her back was now a burden to her and her feet were throbbing in her boots. The short-sleeve shirt and cotton hiking shorts she wore were drenched with sweat. Already she was wishing that she had never agreed to go on this camping trip.
Behind her, in single file, were her daughter, Mary Beth; her best friend, Portia Lazzara; and Portia's daughter, Jenny. They too were struggling beneath the weight of their knapsacks, while their hiking clothes dripped with sweat. Sondra could hear their loud pants and grunts and she knew it was time for a rest.
The brook was a perfect place to shed their heavy loads and consider their problem, and soon all four females were sitting on the grassy bank with their bare feet submerged in the cold water.
"Are you sure we're lost, Mom?" asked Mary Beth as she unfastened the top buttons of her shirt to allow what little breeze there was to blow against her big white titties. "Maybe the campsite is just up ahead."
Mary Beth had short blonde hair, a smooth round face, a narrow waist, and a nice ass to match her tits. The camping trip had been her idea. She thought it would be a great way for the four of them to spend the weekend.
Seated on the bank beside her was her friend Jenny, a beauty with long brown hair and a slim, but shapely, figure. Jenny's normally happy face gave no indication of how tired the girl actually was. However, her plump tits were heaving up and down, stretching her shirt.
On the other side of Jenny was Jenny's mother, a thirty-five-year-old divorcee. She was tall and slim, with plump pointed titties and a firm ass. She had a thick mane of jet-black hair, large eyes of the same color, and thin red lips. After letting out a long tired sigh, she turned her handsome face toward Sondra.
"How could this happen? she said. "I thought you were guiding us. Damn! This was supposed to be a fun weekend trip. Now look at us! Four helpless females stuck in the middle of nowhere!"
"Now Mother," said Jenny. "Calm down, we'll be all right." Jenny began splashing her feet in the water, enjoying its coolness.
"I'm sorry," said Sondra. "But I don't want to be lost anymore than you do. I guess we should've brought along a compass. Or paid more attention to the map. Hell, is it my fault if all these trees and bushes look alike?"
"It's not your fault, Mom. But it is funny. Here we are planning on spending the weekend in the mountains and we get lost the first day out. Just beautiful! I only hope we can get back home by Monday. Dad will be home from his business trip by then, and I don't want him to get worried."
"Oh, shit! We'll be out by then, won't we?" cried Portia. "Tell me we will!"
"Of course we will," said Jenny, grabbing her mother's hand.
"Well, we won't find our way by sitting here talking about it," said Sondra. "C'mon, let's get moving. It'll be dark soon."
Once again on their feet with their heavy loads, the four moved ahead through the scattered pine and oak trees, their hopes dim. But suddenly Sondra caught sight of something up ahead and her expression turned into a wide grin and she began shouting excitedly and waving her arms. When the others saw what she saw, they did the same.
The two men, upon seeing the women, turned from their original course up the mountain and came towards the women. Now Sondra and her group could get directions and be put on the right path again. Maybe they could even find their reserved campsite before nightfall.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," said the blonde as the men walked up to her. "We got lost. Could you please tell us where we are?" Her wide smile seemed to brighten her whole face as she noticed for the first time that the men were wearing security guard uniforms. Surely they would be glad to assist her.
"What are you women doing up here on this mountain? Don't you know this is all private property?" The one talking was a big dark-haired man, and his uniform bulged with muscles. The other had a similar build, but with curly blonde hair. Both had a gun strapped to their waist.
"We told you," said Portia. "We got lost. Could you please tell us where the Happy Hollow Campsite is?"
"Never heard of it," said the dark-haired man. "Have you, Paul?"
"No, Jason, can't say that I have."
"Maybe that's because there ain't no such thing. They're probably lying to us. They came up here to spy."
"Spy?" said Sondra. "Spy on what?"
"Don't play innocent with us, lady," said Jason. "C'mon, tell me. Who sent you?"
"You two are crazy," said Sondra, not liking the way the men were looking at her and her friends. "If you're not going to help us, we'll just be leaving."
Sondra was turning around to leave when Jason slammed the back of his hand against her jaw and sent her sprawling to the ground. Then both men pulled out their guns.
"We don't know what you are, lady," said Paul. "But we're certainly going to find out. Drop those knapsacks."
They did as they were told. Mary Beth helped her mother out of hers and then helped the shaken woman to her feet. Sondra still wasn't quite sure what had happened, and she leaned heavily on her daughter for support.
The men went through the knapsacks, tossing clothes and food and cooking utensils all over the place. When they were satisfied they turned towards the women once again.
"You had no right to do that," said Portia. "That was-all our belongings. Now what'll we do?"
"I'll tell you what you'll do," said Jason. "You'll shut your fucking mouth and turn around and lean against that tree."
"What for?"
"We're going to search you, that's what for. Now do it!"
Portia didn't want to, but the men's guns were pointed right at her, and after seeing the way they had hit her best friend she decided it would be best to just follow orders. Besides, she thought, if she cooperated, the men would soon realize that they were not spies.
Jason, with his friend watching the others closely, walked up behind Portia and seized her slim waist. Then, after pressing his cock bulge up against her big ass, he began moving his hands up her slim body. Portia trembled, but didn't dare protest.
"Are you sure you're not hiding something from me?" asked the man, his handsome face smiling wickedly.
Portia shook her head and whimpered softly, but he continued to move his hands along her flesh, probing beneath her shirt. When his fingers brushed against the woman's firm tits, Portia whimpered loudly and began to shake, but Jason only smiled happily and closed his heavy hands around her tit-mounds.
"What are you doing to her?" yelled Jenny. "You leave my mother alone!"
"Shut up, bitch," said Paul, pointing the gun at Jenny. "I don't want to hear a word from you." Then, to his friend, he said, "Is she hiding anything from us?"
"Just a couple of big titties. But I haven't searched her pussy yet. She might have something shoved up there."
Jason continued to squeeze Portia's firm, pointed tits, his thick fingers massaging and pinching the tender tit-meat. Portia moaned and whimpered as her tits were flattened and molded in many different shapes, but she was too frightened to jerk away.
But Jason continued. He pinched the two tits mercilessly, enjoying the way the soft flesh yielded and then sprang out again. He cupped the titties in his palms and bounced them up and down. He squeezed the big brown nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until the woman cried out in pain. It wasn't long before the woman's titties were hard as rocks and burning his palms.
All the while he was toying with Portia's titties, Jason was grinding his hard cock bulge into her jutting ass. Portia felt the man's stiff prick and its burning heat, and she became even more frightened.
"Mmmm!" said Jason, towering over the bent woman. "I see there's nothing hidden inside your shirt. Now we'll see about your pants." With a laugh, he released her swollen titties and began to work at her belt and zipper.
"Please don't!" shouted Sondra, her head still spinning. "This isn't right!"
"Don't do it," said Portia, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I swear, I'm not hiding anything in my pants. Leave me alone!"
But Jason didn't pay either woman any mind. He yanked the pair of hiking shorts down the woman's long legs, all the way to her ankles. Then he kicked them off her altogether. Now he gazed upon her tiny black panties, which did little to conceal her shapely hips and ass.
"Mmmm! Now what could you be hiding inside them little panties? I wonder."
"Nothing," said Portia, whimpering hysterically. "Not a damned thing and you know it!"
Jason just laughed as he grabbed her asscheeks in both hands and squeezed them as tightly as he could. A gasp escaped her lips, but the big man was too busy to hear. He began massaging the big asscheeks through the panties, his fingers working the hot ass flesh diligently.
When beads of sweat began to form on the man's forehead, he released her ass and took hold of her waistband. With a powerful yank, he ripped the flimsy pair of panties right off her, leaving a red bruise on her thighs. Now he had an unobstructed view of her creamy white ass and her bushy cunt mound.
"You wouldn't be hiding anything up your asshole or your cunt hole, would you, lady? We're trained to search people thoroughly, you know."
Before she could even answer, Jason shoved a finger up her asshole and began to wriggle it around. Portia squealed and jumped upwards, but Jason grabbed her waist with his free hand and kept her from going too far.
"Oh, you beast!" cried Portia. "This is too much!" The finger stretched her asshole walls and caused her a great deal of pain, but it pained her even more to have her daughter and friends see her being treated in such a filthy manner.
But Jason had no qualms about what he was doing. He rammed his finger into her hot stutter until the digit was completely out of sight. Then he began to twist it this way and that. He pinched her asshole membranes and stretched them wide, while she squealed and shivered and farted.
"Doesn't seem to be anything up here but shit," he said at last, but he continued to delve deep.
Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Portia begged the mean guard to unplug her asshole. She had never had anything up her back door in her whole life-and now this. She wondered if she would ever be able to live it down.
Jason smiled stupidly as he began to slam his long thick finger in and out of the divorcee's tight asshole. His sharp nail tore into her asshole walls in various places, and she cried out each time. The friction of his plunging finger made her asshole membranes swell with hot blood, and the throbbing became so intense that she couldn't help but groan.
Soon his hand was a blur as he drilled her tight asshole. Squeals and gasps poured from her mouth as the friction burned her guts. Lewd squishing sounds escaped her asshole as his finger churned her shit juices into froth. The others watched in awe.
When her asshole was very sloppy and very hot, Jason yanked his finger out with a loud plop. Then he wiped his finger clean on her ass and began to unbuckle his trousers.
"Now I have to search your pussy hole. But I'll need something longer than my finger." He then pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles and placed his gun back in his holster. He knew he'd need both hands free to tame this long-legged bitch.
"I don't believe what you're doing!" cried Sondra as she watched the guard step up close to her friend's ass. "We needed your help and all you're doing is hurting us. What kind of guards are you, anyway?"
"You'll find out, lady," said Paul as he waved the gun in her direction. "All in good time. Now shut your mother-fucking mouth before I shoot you. Hell, ain't nothing happening to your friend that ain't going to happen to you sooner or later."
The man's words frightened Sondra, and she felt her own cunt tingle. What had started out as a simple camping trip had now turned into a frightening ordeal! Sondra feared for herself and her friends, but especially for her daughter, whom she knew was still a virgin.
"Oh, shit!" cried Portia when she felt the man's hands tighten around her waist and his fat cock head delve between her thick cunt lips. "You're going to rape me! I knew it! I knew it all along! Oh, why did I ever let myself be talked into coming on this damned trip? Oh, why did I-"
Her words were suddenly cut off when Jason slammed his prick deep into her gaping pussyhole and sent rockets bursting through her head. With bugged out eyes and open mouth, she took the full length of the man's cock again and again, digging her heels into the dirt and tightening her fingers around the tree trunk to keep her balance. She had never known a cock to reach so deep inside her pussy, nor one that stretched her pussy so wide.
Jason did his best to punish the slim, black-haired beauty. Digging his nails into her luscious hips, he thrust his own hips wildly from every direction, making sure that she got every inch of his massive cock. His fat cock head slammed into first one side of her pussy and then the other, driving the slick walls out of shape and tantalizing the nerves that coated them. His thick cock root tortured her rigid clit and made it swell and throb dangerously.
"Ahhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "Oh, you animal! My pussy hurts! You're killing me! No one fucks like that!"
"I do, bitch! Now shut up and take it!" He slammed his fat cock into her extra hard and nearly knocked her into the tree.
The fire raged in her pussy and Portia sweated and groaned in misery. She could feel her asscheeks and titties jiggling from the terrific impact of Jason's thrusts. She could feel his heavy balls slamming into her stretched cunt lips and the backs of her thighs.
"Aagh!" moaned Jason as his hot prick slid in and out of her tightly clinging cunt hole. "You're murder, baby! Oh, shit! Your husband must be a happy man." He kept up his relentless pounding, and the air around them was filled with grunts and groans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
It was none of the man's business that she was divorced, and Portia had no intention of telling him. But she could not remember her husband ever getting this much pleasure from her pussy-or filling her pussy with this much fire.
But right now it was very difficult for her to think. The security guard's huge cock was driving in and out of her wide cunt hole like a piston. Lightning bolts shot through her loins and blasts of heat rocked her brains. Even her asscheeks were being jolted by the man's thick cock hair.
"Oh, baby!" shouted Jason as his thrusts became more frantic. "I feel my cum rising. I'm going to drown you any second now."
Portia gasped and squealed as the hot prick continued to scorch her tender pussy meat. Then she felt the cock swell up suddenly and begin to throb. She knew what this meant, and she braced herself for the hot jizz she knew would come shortly.
"Ohh!" groaned Jason, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. "I'm on fire, bitch! Your pussy is making me come!"
Portia gritted her teeth and clawed the tree trunk as the swollen cock stabbed her pussy again and again. She wished the man would hurry and come so she would be free of his painful prick. Her back was beginning to ache from being bent over so long in this ridiculous position.
"Yeesss!" cried Jason, slamming his prick in as deep as it would go. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Thick wads of hot cum spurted from the man's piss hole and blasted Portia's raw pussy. The man bucked forward again and again, ejecting more and more cum into the hot cunt tunnel. A deep groan escaped his throat as he strained to empty his load.
"Ungh!" grunted Portia when she felt the thick jizz smacking against the walls of her cunt. "Oh, shit! Finally!"
The long-legged brunette winced and gasped as her captor continued to pump his jizz into her. Her pussy hole was soon filled with the creamy cum. Then she breathed a sigh of relief when his shrinking cock slipped out of her for good.
"Damn!" said Jason, stepping away from Portia. His body hair glistened with beads of sweat and his long, limp cock dangled between his muscular thighs. "Well, I can guarantee you that this bitch isn't hiding anything. Now let's see about the others."
"Are you going to rape all of us?" shouted Sondra.
"We're going to search you-thoroughly," said Paul, grinning.
"Why? We've done nothing."
"You're trespassing on private property. We have to check you out."
"We told you, we were hiking through the woods and we got lost. That's all. We weren't spying on you. We didn't even know there was anything up here worth spying on."
"That's your story, but we can't afford to take chances. Now all of you, get your asses over by that tree. Hurry, dammit!"
Sondra, Mary Beth, and Jenny gathered around the tree beside Portia, and were forced to bend over and submit to a search. Both Jason and Paul carried out the searches this time, and soon the air was filled with squeals and gasps and whimpers.
Sondra felt Paul's big hands everywhere, from her big ass to her big, hanging titties. She winced as his giant fingers dug into her soft tit meat, but the knowledge that he had a gun in his holster kept her from doing anything about it.
The two girls' cries reached her ears, and again she wanted to do something about it but couldn't, at least not without dying. After watching the way Jason had raped her best friend, Sondra had no doubts but that the men were capable of anything-even murder. She was forced to listen to her daughter's squeals and cries, while her own big luscious body was being pinched and fondled in dozens of places.
"Well, they're not hiding anything in their clothes," said Jason at last. "Why don't you check out the blonde's cunt and asshole while I play with these girls' titties?"
Paul nodded. "Okay, but first I think I'll search her mouth, if you know what I mean." Then he made Sondra turn around to face him. "How about it, honey? Are you hiding anything in that pretty little mouth of yours?"
Sondra trembled as she shook her head, but Paul immediately lunged forward and mashed his thick lips into the woman's mouth. His kiss was savage. He nearly swallowed Sondra's thin lips as he slobbered noisily. His tongue delved deep in her mouth and fought with her own tongue. She gasped and groaned, but he continued to kiss her like some wild animal.
At last he yanked away, gasping for air. Spit trickled from his lower lip as he smiled down on the woman, and Sondra was more frightened than ever. She wondered what he would do next.
She didn't have long to wait for an answer. Without warning, Paul grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open, scattering the buttons. She screamed with fear as her big titties spilled forward and quivered in the open air.
"Damn! What a pair of tits!" said Paul, hardly believing his eyes. "You sure are one sweet bitch!"
Sondra backed up against the tree, not liking the way the man's eyes danced over her tits. Her long silky hair was partially hiding the big mounds, but Paul soon brushed all of her hair back behind her shoulders, thus giving him an unobstructed view. He was obviously enjoying the fantastic sight.
"Please!" cried Sondra, seeing that her daughter was experiencing the same torture. "This is madness. You've got to stop. You're treating us as if we're nothing but animals."
"So what?" said Paul, and he immediately forced Sondra to her knees. "That's what you all are as far as I'm concerned."
With the trembling blonde kneeling before him, Paul unfastened his trousers and pushed them and his shorts down to his knees. His thick cock suddenly came to attention and jutted out towards the woman. Sondra hadn't seen a cock so long and fat since her college days, and she found herself staring at the foul-smelling prick pole, which was surrounded by a thick jungle of yellow cock hair.
"Do you think you can handle it?" asked Paul as he cupped his balls in one palm. "That big prick has choked many a woman."
Sondra didn't like his bragging. In fact, there wasn't very much about him that she did like. It was obvious that he expected her to suck his gigantic cock, but she certainly wasn't looking forward to it. Hell, she'd never even let her husband shove his cock into her mouth. To her, the whole act of cock-sucking was just plain dirty.
Afraid for herself and her daughter and friends, Sondra continued to stare at the big purple cock in front of her. She wished she could just blink her eyes and make it disappear, but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Sooner or later she was going to have to taste the big prick.
"C'mon, baby, let's see what you can do." Paul decided that now was as good a time as any for the pretty blonde to suck his big prick. So he reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and forced her mouth to his cock.
Choking and grunting, Sondra relaxed her throat muscles as much as she could so the huge cock would not cause her too much pain. The big cock slid in deep, stretching her lips and bulging her cheeks. Then Paul howled as the first tremor of joy raced through his loins.
Sondra soon found herself plugged tight with the hot prick. The big bulb was pressing into the back of her throat and the cock root was burning her stretched lips. The man's big balls were hugging her chin and his thick yellow cock hair was hiding her nose. She had never known anything like it in her life.
"Oh, baby," said Paul, grimacing. "You're one hell of a deep-throater. Now let's see how well you can suck."
When he relaxed his grip, Sondra realized that he expected her to suck his cock on her own. She wasn't particularly overjoyed, but she realized that she would suffer less pain if she sucked the prick on her own, rather than him slamming his cock in and out of her mouth like a madman. Slowly, like a frightened child, she began to suck the cock.
Her thin lips glided along the bumpy cock shaft, all the way up to the man's purple bulb. She massaged every bulging vein and muscle, and she tantalized every nerve, her actions making the guard groan and jerk about. She was surprised to find the taste not too bad.
When she reached the bulb, she took a few seconds to suck on the piss-hole. Then she began to run her tongue round and round the wide rim. More nerves were tantalized and soon the cock bulb grew in size, stretching her lips even wider.
"Oh, shit! That's great, baby! Keep it up!" Paul reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand, squeezing tight.
Sondra made the blood flow like boiling water as she licked the big bulb. Her tongue explored the underside, wreaking havoc with the many nerves located there. She licked the slippery slope, not stopping until it shone like polished metal.
When she had his bulb throbbing, Sondra worked her lips back down the long thick cock shaft. She deep-throated the entire prick and soon found herself choking on his cock hair. She took only enough time to chew on the cock root a while before she began sucking on the whole prick in earnest.
With spit and cum running from the corners of her mouth, Sondra moved her lips up and down the mighty cock shaft. She set fire to the cock's bumps and bulges, as well as its many nerves. She soaked the prick with her spit and soon had the blood gushing through the cock's veins.
"Ohhh!" groaned Jason. He squeezed her titties tight in his fists as he tried his best to keep his balance.
Sondra's blonde head bobbed back and forth on the meaty cock. As she sucked, she reached up and stroked the man's hairy ass. Her fingers slid through the many hairs and were burned by the electricity. The whole episode was like a bad dream.
The prick head banged into the back of her throat again and again. The two big balls hammered her lips and chin repeatedly. Slurping sounds filled the air around them as she gave him the best blow-job she could.
Suddenly the prick swelled up in her mouth, and the heat intensified. She had a strange feeling that she would soon be tasting the man's cum. Knowing there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it, she just kept sucking, hoping to make the man happy enough that he would let her and the others go free.
"Ungh!" groaned Paul as he watched his cock disappear time and again. "I'm burning, bitch! Oh, you cock-sucking whore!" Sondra's lips continued to smack and slide on his greasy cock shaft, each stroke raising the temperature in his cock. "Aagh! You're making me come! I can't take anymore! Ohhh!"
Thick wads of cum suddenly shot from his piss-hole and covered the inside of Sondra's mouth. Her gums, tongue, tonsils, and even the roof of her mouth were scorched by the hot jizz. She gagged and gasped for air as the spurting prick filled her sweet mouth.
"Ungh!" groaned Paul as he continued to pump his jizz into her sucking mouth. "Get it all, bitch! Suck out every last drop."
Sondra worked her throat muscles furiously as she did her best to swallow all of the cum. But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get all of it to flow down her throat. Quite a bit oozed from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her face.
When his cock finally stopped spurting, Paul pulled it out of her mouth and then wiped it dry on her hair. Sondra frowned at that, but didn't dare say anything. She was just glad to be rid of the cock. Now she wondered if she would be freed.
"Well, now," said Jason. "That leaves these two little girls. Do you think we should fuck their pussies for a while?"
"I don't know," said Paul. "My cock is pretty sore. That blonde really gave me a sucking."
"Please don't hurt us," said Mary Beth. "We haven't done anything to you. Let us go."
"But I like young pussy," said Jason. "Now's my chance to get all I want."
"Don't hurt them, they're virgins," said Portia. "Even animals like you two wouldn't rape virgins, would you?"
"Oh, wouldn't we?" said Jason, and he pinched Mary Beth's cunt mound so hard that she screamed.
"Hey, wait a minute, Jason," said Paul. "The boss might be pretty happy if we brought him some fresh pussy. What do you think? Hell, we may even get a raise."
"You have something there. Let's just take them all in. We'll let the boss figure out what to do with them. Who knows? Maybe he'll decide to keep them, and we can all have some fun."
"Yeah, that would be nice," said Paul. Then, to the girls, he said, "Okay, you bitches, gather around. We're going to put you in handcuffs and then take you up to the boss. He'll decide whether you're spies or not. Now move!"
"Can't I just get dressed first?" asked Portia.
"You've got your shoes and shirt on," said Jason. "That's all you need. Now move your ass!"
Within seconds, Sondra was handcuffed to her daughter, and Portia was handcuffed to her daughter, and the four of them were led through the woods by the two security guards. Sondra, fully clothed but with her shirt open to reveal her big titties, wasn't sure what lay ahead, but she had a feeling things were going to get worse before they got better.
Portia, her shirt tails barely covering her big ass and cunt mound, walked along beside her daughter. Her pussy and asshole were still sore, and she was very nervous about her future. Mary Beth and Jenny were both pretty shaken. They had never had their titties and cunts fondled so roughly, and it pained them to see their mothers abused.