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moments to recover her senses. At first, the world seemed to consist of

nothing more than her own erotically jangling nerve endings, but then,

as sanity returned, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a crushing sensation

of guilt and humiliation. The sensation was greatly similar to that she

had felt when she found Melanie watching her masturbate in the shower,

but at the same time it was so much more intense that she felt her heart

must surely break from the strain.

She was no longer a virgin, certainly, and the grim irony of the

situation was that Penny might have given in to Luke Hollowell at any

time over the past few months to achieve the same results. She liked

Luke, and sometimes even suspected that she was beginning to love him.

It would have been all right. But instead, on this grim and muggy

afternoon, she had been forced to go through the motions of sex with an

animalistic man who was a total stranger to her, and an obvious criminal

at that.

Worse yet, Penny was swift to remind herself through the fog of guilty

pangs, she had allowed herself to respond sexually to that evil man,

reveling in his touch and the wild fucking strokes of his penis as it

plowed relentlessly back and forth, in and out of her moist little

cuntal mouth.

Bitter tears of shame streaked down Penny's cheeks as she began to dress

haltingly in front of the man's piercing, prying eyes. Her bra and

little bikini panties were hopeless, and she made no effort to find

others, contenting herself with shrugging in to her blouse and getting a

fresh skirt to put on. She realized the sight that she must present,

with her unfettered young breasts moving and bobbling about inside the

tight confines of her sheer blouse, but she was beyond caring after the

rough and violent sexual assault she had just endured.

When she had finished dressing, Penny turned to face the man and found

him regarding her closely with a knowing little half- smile that spoke

volumes. She read there his inner feelings of sexual triumph at having

humbled and humiliated her so successfully and with such seeming ease.

Bart Masters did not speak, but instead gestured toward the bedroom door

with one hand. Penny nodded understanding and brushed past him, also

silent, to open the door and step out into the corridor outside. Masters

was following her closely as she moved out along that dingy hallway

toward the head of the stairs, and she felt his eyes boring into the

small of her back as she walked along, making her shiver involuntarily.

As she moved swiftly and surely toward the stairway, Penny found her

thoughts drawn back once again to her younger sister, who had been left

alone with the other gunmen downstairs throughout Penny's exhausting

confrontation with Bart Masters. Penny felt a twinge of anxiety as she

reached the stairs and began moving down them, suddenly worried about

what might have befallen her younger sister. She worried, too, that

Melanie might have been more susceptible to the advances of one or both

men after her experiences outside the bathroom shortly before they

arrived.

Half way down the stairs, Penny was able to scan the modest living room

with worried eyes. At first only the man named Tom Watson was visible

there, huddled on the threadbare sofa like a lethal Buddha, the stubby

sawed-off shotgun in his lap. As Penny watched, however, Jed Wilson

slowly emerged from the adjacent kitchen door, tugging lightly at his

coat lapel as if to smooth his garments and get rid of telltale

wrinkles.

Melanie followed several steps behind Wilson, moving slowly and

hesitantly out of the kitchen in his wake. She glanced from Wilson to

Watson and back again, her deep dark eyes seeming to reflect some inner

fear or concern. Not until she was half way into the living room did

Melanie glance toward the stairs, and when she saw Penny standing there

and watching her, a flush of shame and embarrassment rose to her cheeks

in short order.

A lump suddenly formed in Penny's throat as she locked eyes with her

younger sister, and she realized that the other girl had not managed to

escape unscathed herself. Melanie's clothing was badly rumpled, and two

of the buttons had somehow been ripped from her sheer blouse, letting

the garment gap open to reveal substantial cleavage. That gap in

Melanie's blouse also clearly revealed that the girl was now braless,

while Penny knew for a fact that her sister had been wearing a bra when

she first came downstairs to greet the new arrivals.

New tears welled up within Penny's burning eyes now, and she hurried on

downstairs, crossing the living room swiftly to enfold Melanie in a

comforting embrace, caressing her heaving back soothingly as the younger

girl wept bitterly against her shoulder.

"It's all right Mel," she cooed softly, almost whispering. "Everything's

going to be fine, just fine."

"Sure it is," Bart Masters said from the foot of the staircase, a

faintly mocking tone in his strong voice. "Everything is going to be

just hunky-dory ... so long as you both do exactly what you're told to

do!"

Penny read and understood the threat in the man's tone and words,

nodding grimly to demonstrate that she knew what he meant and was

willing to go along with his wishes in order to save herself and her

sister from bodily harm at their hands. Masters noted her assenting

reaction and seemed satisfied for the moment, smiling broadly at his two

male companions to indicate that he had the situation well in hand.

Tom Watson's sluggish voice broke the brief quiet mood, grating across

Penny Tucker's nerves like long fingernails being drawn harshly across a

chalkboard. She felt that she knew what was coming, what must be on the

leering gunman's mind, before he had finished even half of the sentence.

"I'm starting to feel a little left out," the shotgunner said, his slow

voice a throaty whine. "I mean, you guys have already had your fun, and

all I've been doin' is sittin' in here on the freakin' couch and starin'

out of the window."

The leader of the violent little trio, Bart Masters, uttered a short,

barking laugh as he listened to his friend's complaint. As Penny Tucker

turned to face him more directly, she found Masters already nodding

understandingly, tilting his head thoughtfully toward Watson as he

prepared to answer.

"Relax, Tom," he drawled evenly. "I think there's plenty of pussy to go

around here, from what I've seen. In fact I was just giving some thought

to us settling down and having a little party to help pass the time."

Melanie stopped her relentless sobbing against Penny's shoulder as she

heard and seemed to understand those words, and she raised her head to

look about anxiously, stepping back a pace away from the comforting

circle of her older sister's arms.

"Wha ... what ... what are you going to ... to do to us?" she asked,

stammering as fear made her slightly tongue-tied.

Masters laughed out loud once more, sharing his evil mirth with Williams

and Watson.

"You can relax, sweet thing," he said with deceptive ease and gentility.

"You're not going to get handed anything too big for you to handle."

All three men burst into uproarious laughter at Master's lewd jest, and

as if by virtue of some unspoken signal they were suddenly moving with

single-minded force toward the two girls, converging from three sides in

a practiced pincers movement. Penny and Melanie were trapped in the

midst of that impromptu ring, cringing closer together for protection

and comfort beneath the hostile eyes of the three lecherous strangers.

"C'mon, now, relax," Bart Masters advised, his voice still soft and

gentle as he stretched out one hand to lightly stroke Melanie Tucker's

pale cheek. The girl sought almost unconsciously to back away from him

in abject terror, but she succeeded only in bumping directly into the

looming figure of Tom Watson.

Watson chuckled dryly as he brought his great bear-like arms around to

enfold the trembling body of the young captive girl, tugging her ripe

and sensuous buttocks back tightly against his own throbbing loins. She

let out a little gasp of surprise and fear, wiggling frantically to

escape from his clutches.

Her efforts were all in vain, it seemed, for now Bart Masters was moving

swiftly forward to assist his comrade in holding the young girl

immobile. Penny moved forward to help her younger sister, but Jed Wilson

abruptly pinned her slender arms in his powerful hands, holding her

firmly rooted to the spot where she stood. Her efforts to break free

from that steely grip were of no more effect than Melanie's futile

struggles against the two men who held her fast.

Penny Tucker could do nothing but watch helplessly, bitter tears

staining her pale cheeks, while Bart Masters and Tom Watson proceeded to

work their evil will upon the young, trembling body of her captive

sister.

Melanie was sobbing raggedly as the men chuckled over her, each of them

in turn commenting with lewd fascination about some aspect of her ripe

young woman's body which he found particularly arousing.

Watson held Melanie's arms tight against her trembling sides as Bart

Masters busied himself with the remaining buttons which held Melanie's

wrinkled blouse in place over the proudly thrusting orbs of her breasts.

In the twinkling of an eye he had opened the rest of those insubstantial

fastenings, and was peeling the flimsy material of the blouse back and

away from the thrusting cones of the young girl's tremulous tits.

Melanie was weeping more violently now, the heaving of her chest putting

her breasts in jiggling motion, her cherry little nipples wobbling

incitefully before Bart Masters' eyes. Tom Watson sucked in his breath

sharply as he peered over Melanie's shoulder, feasting his eyes on the

spectacle of her naked young tits. Tremendously excited now, Watson

tugged her back even tighter against his loins, grinding the budding

shaft of his pulsating erection into the cleft of her tight, plump

little buttocks.

Bart Masters stared at Melanie's full breasts for a long moment, then

let his eager hands follow the path of his eyes. His fingertips traced

teasing, tickling little patterns across the outer swell of her tits,

tracking slowly and inexorably toward the crinkled little cherry summits

of her nipples. Those tiny passion buds were already stiffening and

lengthening into excited erection beneath his touch, standing out from

the surrounding pink areola like twin bullets.

Melanie Tucker clenched her pearly teeth tightly together, determined in

her mind that she would not allow this evil man to arouse her with his

touch the way his companion had been able to do somehow in the kitchen

moments earlier. She was dismayed, therefore, when she felt her nipples

and the jangling nerve endings in her quivering, excited breasts

responding instinctively and involuntarily to his hateful and lewd

caresses.

Suddenly Masters' fingers were at the tingling nubs of the girl's

burning little nipples, tweaking and pulling at the tingling erectile

flesh until she squirmed and writhed where she stood, panting and

sweating under that manual stimulation of her mammary flesh. Melanie's

breath was coming in harsh, grating little pants now, and in spite of

her efforts to block out all of her surroundings from her reeling mind,

she was acutely aware both of the first man's hands on her tits and of

the long penis chafing into the cleft of her ass at the very same time.

Bart Masters was rapidly becoming more and more excited by the sight and

touch of the young girl's naked ivory flesh. Finally, unable to contain

himself any longer, he seized the shoulders of her thin blouse in his

big, muscular hands, and ripped it completely away from her body,

leaving her naked to the waist where she stood in Tom Watson's grasp,

her full breasts jiggling from the violence of her sudden disrobing.

Not content with the extent to which he had undressed young Melanie

Tucker, Masters suddenly dropped to one knee in front of her, thrusting

his cruel hands upward beneath the wrinkled hem of her tight-fitting

little skirt. He thrust the clinging garment swiftly upward until it was

bunched uselessly around the full curve of her hips, completely

revealing the nakedness of her trembling loins to his lecherous, hungry

eyes.

Masters was evidently satisfied with what he saw, for he abruptly hooked

his clawed fingers into the tight waistband of the young girl's skirt

ripping away at the garment with pure brute force until it literally

came apart in his hands. He swept the useless pieces of it away from her

hips and thighs, tossing the scraps widely away from him to land in

little rumpled heaps upon the floor.

Melanie Tucker stood there in Tom Watson's big arms, totally naked

before the prying eyes of everyone else in the room, a sudden flush of

shame rising to her young cheeks.

Bart Masters bent suddenly forward from the waist, surprising Melanie

and the other watchers there in the living room as he rapidly enveloped

one of her erectile little nipple buds in the moist, hot cavern of his

mouth.

Melanie Tucker stiffened into instant rigidity as the strange man's

mouth fastened upon her tingling little nipple and his flicking, teasing

tongue suddenly went to work on that tingling little pleasure node. A

tiny moan of mingled passion and shamed humiliation escaped from between

her clenched teeth as she mentally fought against the roaring,

contradictory sensations which sprang up within her captive young body.

Melanie's breast felt as if it was on fire, and the stinging,

electrifying sensations seemed to center totally in the erectile little

bud of her nipple as Bart Masters avidly sucked and lapped at it. He ran

his tongue rapidly and expertly about the pink little areola of her

nipple, exciting still more tremors of passion in the girl's young body,

causing her to grimace and sob, grinding her even white teeth together

as she fought to retain some vestige of self-control.

Masters' mouth unexpectedly switched to her other nipple, bringing

another little gasp from Melanie's throat as he executed the unexpected

maneuver. At the same time, his right hand came up to capture the breast

his mouth had deserted, trapping the tinglingly erect node of her nipple

between his thumb and forefinger, twirling and tweaking it incitefully

as he proceeded to drive the young girl mad with ever mounting sexual

desire. The combination of his avidly working mouth and his circling,

massaging hand was enough to send young Melanie Tucker's mind reeling

through some sort of half-conscious fantasy world that existed

previously only within her own erotic dreams.

After what seemed to Melanie like an eternity, Bart Masters reluctantly

withdrew his actively sucking mouth from the ripe jiggling sphere of her

tit, sliding his lips down the fluttering plane of her flat belly in a

wet series of nibbling little kisses. Her breasts were not neglected,

however, for at once his hands were back in action, stroking, fondling

and inciting her eager young tits into a near frenzy of mounting

passion.

Melanie held her breath, her pulse pounding in her ears as the man's

mouth inched its way ever closer to the trembling, aching little slit of

her once virginal pussy. She dreaded and craved his lewd oral caress at

the same time. And she felt that she could almost feel those pouting

little nether lips cringing away from the coming perverted contact,

turning slightly inward as if to escape from the man's probing tongue,

or perhaps, to welcome it.

As Bart Masters' mouth crept ever closer to Melanie's tremulous little

pussy slit, his hands began to follow his oral progress, fingers leaving

her heaving breasts and sliding with light and feathery caresses down

her palpitating abdomen. The young girl blushed with shame and

humiliation as a little moan of frustration and disappointment was

forced from her throat, signifying to everyone within earshot that she

really did miss those teasing, caressing fingers on her mammary flesh.

No sooner had the little mewling sigh of repressed regret been uttered,

however, than young Melanie Tucker felt strong male hands fondling her

breasts once again. An involuntary little sigh of relief escaped from

between her clenched teeth in the split-second before she realized that

something was drastically different about her situation.

The young girl could still feel Bart Masters' hands on her lower

abdomen, sliding ever farther down, complementing the creeping inch-worm

progress of his lapping, sucking tongue on her flesh. She glanced down,

startled, and flushed bright crimson with embarrassment as she found

that the hands now cradling her swollen tits belonged to none other than

Tom Watson, the man who held her pinned tight against his surging,

pulsing erection from behind.

Watson laughed in her ear, a low, harsh bark of ultimate cruelty which

caused Melanie to shiver and cringe inward upon herself. And yet, at the

same time there was simply no way in which she could escape from his big

lewd hands tingling upon her breasts. There was no way that she could

wrench free from his clutches, and now the tingling, stinging path of

Bart's tongue burning its way toward her waiting little cunt made her

wonder whether she actually desired to escape at all.

With a little gasping sigh of grim resignation, Melanie's body went

slack in Tom Watson's clinging, grasping arms. Both men seemed to

recognize the silent signal of total sexual surrender, and they acted

accordingly. Watson's hands became stronger, more possessive as they

kneaded and massaged the stinging cones of her full breasts, and

Masters rocked back on his haunches for a split second, surveying the

curly triangle of her soft pubic hair before plunging his face directly

forward and into that silken forest.

Melanie gasped and stiffened anew as the man's sucking, nibbling lips

made their first jolting, jarring contact with the pouting little nether

lips of her private cunt. Her thighs seemed to spread wider apart of

their own volition, and while Melanie was only bracing herself in a

firmer stance, the better to resist this cruel man's perverse advances,

Bart Masters read her instinctive reaction in an entirely different

light.

Satisfied the girl was his now, and that total sensual victory was

within his grasp, Masters began to suck and lap at her clasping, steamy

little cunt all the more avidly, seeking by sheer willpower and

tonguepower to force her beyond the erotic limit of no return. He

expertly probed with his long tongue along the little wet crevice of her

already-hungry cunt, seeking and finding the erectile little pleasure

node of her clitoris, bathing it in sucking little kisses, bringing it

up to full stiffness and teasing it into a veritable frenzy of mounting

heated desire.

Melanie Tucker was sobbing openly now, tears of mingled rage and shame

streaming down her pale cheeks as she was almost literally swept off her

feet by the storm of conflicting emotions within her young body. Her

mind cried out to her that what she was allowing to happen was terribly,

terribly wrong, and she must find some way to put a stop to it at once.

But, at the same time, there was something inside herself which cried

out for more of the same, something which welcomed the big callused

hands upon her breasts, and the licking, sucking mouth fastened so

tightly to her tingling genitalia.

Penny Tucker could do nothing but weep as she watched the humiliating

stages of her sister's progressive degradation. Jed Wilson was holding

her fast now, refusing to let her budge even an inch toward that lusty

tableau, but forcing her at the same time to keep her tear-filled eyes

riveted upon that scene with grim determination.

Melanie felt herself drifting, sinking, and at first she imagined that

she had fallen to the floor, suddenly released from Tom Watson's

bear-like arms. As her reddened eyes snapped open, however, she found

that she was actually still upright, merely sagging in the big man's

grip, supported now almost solely by his hands on her palpitating tits

while her legs turned to useless bands of rubber.

Bart Masters rocked back on his haunches once more, a smile playing

across his cum-smeared features as he seemed to be possessed by a sudden

erotic inspiration. Without speaking a word, he scooted backward several

feet on the floor, still kneeling, all the while gesturing to Tom Watson

with his hands, giving directions regarding what he wanted done with

young Melanie Tucker.

Whatever those silent hand-signals might mean, it was clear at once to

Penny and her captor that Tom Watson understood them perfectly. A big

lecherous smile spiff his own piggish features, and he immediately

shifted position himself, releasing Melanie's thrusting breasts from his

big hands and seizing her instead around the waist, letting her body

slip forward as if the groggy young girl was bowing to Watson in formal

greeting.

Melanie felt herself slipping again, and once more her big eyes snapped

open. There seemed to be nothing she could do to recover her balance as

Watson shifted his grip on her naked young body, and suddenly her legs

gave way entirely, as she slumped into a kneeling position at Watson's

feet, facing directly toward Bart Masters. The girl's arms shot out

reflexively, supporting her now in a position which left her on all

fours, peering ahead through tear-filled eyes at one of her tormentors

while the other towered behind her like a leering colossus.

Young Melanie Tucker did not fully understand what the two men might

have in mind for her until they began to move. Quickly shifting their

positions as if to take better advantage of the kneeling posture she

maintained, Tom Watson dropped heavily to his knees behind her,

positioned between the firm young thighs so that the fly of his slacks

actually brushed against the ripe swell of her ass-cheeks. The big man's

hands were on her hips, holding her in place easily, as if she had been

a mere child instead of a young woman.

The girl's brow was furrowed with sudden concern as she watched Bart

Masters deftly unfastening the belt and zipper of his own suit pants,

rapidly lowering the garments until they rode at mid thigh, almost

sagging onto the floor. Quickly, eagerly, he hooked his big thumbs into

the elastic waistband of his undershorts as well, yanking those last

remaining garments downward and away from his loins to reveal the

wobbling, thrusting rod of his long, thick penis, quivering as it was

into immediate full erection.

Melanie felt herself nearly hypnotized by the mere sight of that

imposing shaft, waving before her eyes like some evil magician's wand of

power. She studied and memorized every small detail of his penile rod,

paying particular attention to the lone, glinting drop of seminal fluid

which glistened at the single leering eye of his bluish-purple cockhead.

Melanie's insides were tied into knots and she feared that she might

faint dead away at any instant, confronted as she was by that imposing

male member which fascinated and repelled her at one and the same time.

She was only just beginning to recover her senses, and to salvage

something from her progressive mental shambles, when a new stimulation

from unexpected quarters drove her mind directly to the brink of

reeling, intense erotic distraction.

The young girl had been so busy studying and watching Bart Master's

pulsating organ that she had not noticed what Tom Watson was doing

behind her. She had not heard the metallic whirring sound as he lowered

his own zipper, nor had she noticed the rustling sounds as he whipped

off his own pants and shorts, leaving himself naked and ready for action

from the waist down. Her first hint of his lecherous intentions, in

fact, came when she was shocked and jolted by the sudden contact of his

moist penile glans against the smooth, silken cheeks of her ass.

Melanie sought to spin about, to defend herself from any invasion from

the rear, but Watson's grip upon her hips was much too powerful to

permit any escape. He held her easily with one hand, using the other to

manipulate his massive cock in a teasing path along the cleft of her ass

and into the curly wet forest of her silky pubic hair. The girl tensed,

grinding her teeth in mingled anger and growing frustration as she found

herself totally unable to resist the coming ravishment of her once-

virginal loins.

While Melanie was in her state of mixed fear and confusion, Bart Masters

seized the golden opportunity, sliding rapidly toward her, his jutting

cock now on a level with her face. Before the girl was able to cringe

away from Masters, he had snared her head, tangling the fingers of one

hand in her long silky hair, and was holding her face immobile and in

line with the wavering dripping head his pulsating male shaft.

Melanie uttered a little sob of mingled fear and disgust as the man

moved his hips suddenly forward, causing the wet tip of his vibrant

organ to graze lightly along the moist cupid's bow of her slightly open

lips. The touch of his velvety cockflesh against her lips both excited

and repelled Melanie, and when she found herself unable to wrench her

head free from his iron grip, she was provided with a handy excuse for

letting the peculiarly arousing form of stimulation to continue a moment

longer.

Bart Masters seemed to realize the storm of conflicting feelings and

emotions inside the young female captive, and he took full advantage of

them, playing upon her jangling nerves as he manipulated the broad tip

of his cock ever more rapidly along the gentle curving swell of her

lips. She was panting heavily now, and while he knew that her mind must

be loudly rebelling against that untried oral genital contact. He also

felt that in short order he would be able to win her over to his side as

a totally willing accomplice to the ultimate act of perverse oral sex.

Melanie Tucker had not been able to make up her mind exactly what her

final opinion of Master's lewd and perverse advances would be, but all

of a sudden the decision was taken violently out of her hands.

Tom Watson had been exciting and amusing himself behind Melanie,

stroking his long, fat cock back and forth along the rapidly moistening

slit of her clasping little cunt, quivering from head to foot as the

electrifying sensations from the searing genital contact washed over

him. Melanie had seemed to be going along with his advances at first,

albeit reluctantly, since there was no possibility of escape from his

clutches. As Bart Masters thrust his thick cock against her pouting

lips, however, Melanie had been forcefully distracted from Watson's

genital stroking, and no amount of increased tempo on his part had been

adequate to revive her interest or recapture her attention.

The big man was determined to rapidly force some sign of erotic

recognition from the young female captive, and so, aligning his cock

head swiftly with the crinkled little rubbery mouth of her secret

vagina, he rammed his hips violently forward without further preamble,

impaling her to the core of her vibrant little cunt with the pulsating

rod of his penis.

Melanie arched her back, growling aloud with pained surprise as the long

rod of penile flesh ripped into her, the blunt glans buffeting tightly

against the elastic barrier of her tight little cervix. The incoming

thrust jarred the girl, and sent waves of mingled pain and pleasure

radiating quickly outward from the tight clinging vagina. Ripples of

intense erotic sensation raced the length of Melanie's arching spine as

the big man's fat penis made continual grating contact with the electric

little bud of her clitoral pleasure node. Those rapidly spreading jolts

of intense sexual arousal were quickly overwhelming Melanie, setting her

muddled mind awhirl in a fantasy realm from which it appeared that there

would be no returning.

The sudden searing invasion of Melanie's cunt from behind provided Bart

Masters with the golden opportunity he had been looking for. Melanie's

mouth gaped open, a silent scream of mingled pain and passion building

there in her taut throat, and in that split second, Masters thrust his

hips even further forward, sliding roughly half his cock into the moist,

warm cavern of the young girl's mouth.

Melanie feared that the sheer girth of the man's invading cock might

actually choke her to death as his hips slid relentlessly forward,

driving that pole of cockflesh ever farther into the cloying depths of

her throat. She began to gag, and for one split second it seemed to her

that her life was actually flashing in front of her half-closed eyes.

Gradually, however, as Melanie learned to breathe through her nose and

relax the tightened muscles of her ravished throat, she found that far

from choking her, the invading thickness of Bart Master's penis was not

even particularly uncomfortable. There was a certain distaste for the

act of oral sex, which she knew was a holdover from her early strict

upbringing, but as she allowed herself more and more to simply relax and

move with the sensations which she felt, she found that the act itself

was not nearly so repugnant to her.

At the same time, of course, she was being continually stimulated by the

insistent and energetic probing of Tom Watson's long cock as it reamed

in and out of her wet, clasping little vaginal tunnel. That fleshy pole

was rapidly driving her toward the sensual point of no return, filling

her spinning mind with visions and erotic dreams of the orgasmic

pinnacle which she was beginning more and more to crave with all her

being.

Tom Watson, at the same time was noticing a new reaction in the clinging

little depths of the female captive's pussy. It seemed to him that the

elastic little walls of her cunt were clasping and holding his cock on

its slithering outstroke, milking and sucking at his organ as if somehow

her cunt were reluctant to let the fleshy pole escape from its clutches.

Watson felt his cum churning and boiling in the tight receptacle of his

testicles. He clenched his teeth and muscles tight, determined to milk

this erotic experience for every bit of pleasure which he might be able

to attain from the girl's churning pussy. His own mind was beginning to

reel now, teetering on the very brink of an explosive sexual release,

and he knew full well that that release was only moments away now.

Young Melanie Tucker was unable to fully understand exactly what it was

that was happening to her body as the two men avidly took their pleasure

with her clasping little cunt and warm, sensitive mouth. Her mind was

reeling madly, unable to come to grips with any solid concept or idea

which might restore her to even a vestige of sanity.

Slowly, experimentally, Melanie let her tongue slide forward, slithering

teasingly along the thickly veined underside of Bart Masters' penis. She

was rewarded at once as the man gasped aloud, his entire body stiffening

and his hips thrusting abruptly forward to drive his cock even deeper

into her throat. Again she felt the familiar sensation of choking,

gagging, but she found that the more energetically she used her darting

little tongue on the slithering shaft of the man's invading penis, the

more room she had to breathe while he slid that cock in and out of her

mouth.

Penny Tucker, watching the cruel humiliation of her younger sister, was

appalled as she felt her own cherry little nipples suddenly stiffening

into tight erection, accompanied by a not altogether unpleasant tingling

in the tight little valley between her clenched thighs. She heaved a

deep and soulful sigh, mentally fighting against the shameful

forerunners of surrender which her traitorous mind and body were warming

up to. She was grimly determined that she would not involuntarily

respond to the lewd sight of her sister being fucked in mouth and cunt.

Melanie Tucker, for her part, was now past caring about the indignities

which were being visited with such lewd energy upon her nude young

torso. She responded avidly, out of control now, her hips humping and

fucking back toward Tom Watson's long cock as if she were a bitch in

heat. And all the while, her sinewy tongue was sliding and chafing along

and around the muscular shaft of Bart Master's cock, relishing the manly

flavor of that organ as it slid ever more rapidly in and out of her

clinging mouth and throat.

Masters, driven to distraction by the lewd and inciteful action of the

girl's tongue on his wet cock, was rapidly approaching an explosive

pinnacle of orgasm. He felt himself teetering there on the brink, his

testicles tight and churning with the heavy load of his cum, the steamy

liquid of his passion aching to be released in long, milky gouts into

Melanie's clasping, sucking mouth.

When Bart Masters began to cum, his entire body went suddenly rigid, his

hips thrusting sharply forward to bury the full length of his penis in

the young girl's clasping, sucking throat. He could actually feel the

heated flood of his semen racing along the narrow ducts of his cock,

then bursting forth from the broad glans in a chalky flood, blanketing

the inside of her mouth and throat.

Melanie was instantly repelled by that creamy flood spreading inside her

mouth, but she quickly found that there was no way to escape from it. At

last, reflexively and to prevent herself from drowning in the man's

flooding cum, she began to swallow that sticky load, finding almost at

once that the act of consuming his jism added a strange sort of erotic

excitement to her situation. She could feel the fuse burning rapidly

shorter on the powerful bomb of her own orgasmic release, and she knew

only too well that she was mere seconds away from that powerful,

all-consuming release.

The buffeting, driving thrusts of Tom Watson's long cock into Melanie's

tight little pussy were another factor contributing to her frenzied

erotic condition. With each skewering inward stroke his long shaft

chafed tightly against the erectile little pleasure node of her

clitoris, sending electric spasms of pure sexual delight racing the

arching length of the young woman's supple spine. Her hips thrashed and

flailed about, rotating in a lewd fucking motion of their own which

complemented and accentuated Tom Watson's own tempestuous fucking tempo.

The big man screwing Melanie's tight little cunt so eagerly was unable

to withstand the churning, sucking actions of her tight pussy walls

around his long cock. He felt his own explosion coming, beginning as a

tightness in the cleft of his ass, then racing upward along his arching

spine in a series of overpowering cold chills that forced him to gasp

and moan his pleasure out loud into the steamy atmosphere of the living

room.

Watson's cock seemed almost to double in length and thickness,

stretching the rubbery walls of the young girl's twat all the more as it

began its own spasmodic explosions.

Melanie tensed, gripping the floor with fingers and toes like a wild

animal as she felt the hot flood of male semen erupt in the clinging

depths of her pussy, splattering far up against the little barrier of

her cervix. The sudden sensation of fullness, the burning sensation

within her fluttering little belly, was enough in turn to push Melanie

over the razor's edge of her own orgasmic release, swirling her downward

into the raging vortex of intense erotic sensation.

The girl squirmed and writhed, madly hunching her body back and forth,

enveloping the cocks of her two cruel and lustful rapists in alternate

turns, sobbing out her release silently, with tears of bizarre erotic

gratitude streaming down her flushed cheeks. She was totally out of

control, drifting on the crest of a powerful, sensual wave, soaring far

above the heights of any pleasure she had ever been able to imagine in

her short and inexperienced life.

Penny Tucker watched, aghast, as the trio writhed and gasped in front of

her there on the living room floor. She was more horrified by her own

reaction, however, than by any of the things which she had seen her

young sister subjected to before her very eyes.

Both of Penny's tingling little nipple buds were rigidly erect now, and

there was simply no denying the burning sensation between her firm

thighs. She was acutely aware of Jed Wilson's hands sliding seductively

along her shoulders and down to her trim waist, and of his hot breath

coming in rapid little pants behind her left ear. He was holding her

tight against him, and there was no mistaking the full erection which

prodded continuously against her ripe ass cheeks.

The two other men were stirring now, leaving Melanie in an exhausted

heap on the floor, moving rapidly across the floor toward her. It seemed

unbelievable that they could still retain any form of sexual desire

after their powerful orgasms with her sister, but even to Penny's

inexperienced eyes, it was quickly obvious what the men had in store for

her.

She sought to break away, but Jed Wilson's hands were like iron upon her

slender arms now. Pinned and immobile, she let out a soft, wailing cry,

unable to do anything but sob out her grief and resignedly await the

lecherous fate which was advancing stealthily upon her.

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