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from Atlanta had seemed to go on forever, and the constant fretting and

complaining of the two men he traveled with had done nothing to soothe

his jangling nerves or calm the throbbing ache at the base of his skull.

There had been no question, of course, about staying in Atlanta any

longer. The heat had simply become too intense on all sides, and there

was nothing the three men could do except get the hell out while the

getting was good. To remain there would have been worse than foolish. It

would have been lethal.

They had known from the beginning that they were bucking hard odds when

they joined up with Benny Mosconi as freelance guns. Mosconi was going

up against the Andreotti family in an effort to topple "Spooks"

Andreotti, the regional kingpin of organized crime, and he needed all

the young guns he could gather to even the odds out even slightly. The

risks had been high, sure, but the pay was reasonably good and they

literally had the world to win. They had signed on with Mosconi.

Ten weeks of bloody gang warfare in and around Atlanta had done much to

take the edge off their little adventure, and with the passage of time

it became increasingly obvious that they were not about to win anything

from Andreotti except a six-foot hole in the ground. Mosconi had fielded

thirty-five men against the vastly superior enemy forces, and by this

time last week, only eleven of those gunmen were still alive. From there

it was downhill all the way, with no street corner or alley in all of

Atlanta a safe haven for Mosconi and his dwindling band of urban

guerrillas.

Masters and his two companions had actually been with Mosconi when the

end came. Christ, he was standing right there beside the very car they

were driving now when the lead started flying, turning him into an

unrecognizable pulp before he hit the ground. Two of the car's windows

had been all shot to hell before they could screech away from the curb,

and there were some suspicious brown stains across the rear seat which

vividly told of Benny Mosconi's violent passing.

And yeah, Atlanta was too hot to handle, for sure. A hundred guns were

hunting them on the streets, and by now the cops would be in on the

search as well. Flight was inevitable, and the direction didn't seem to

matter a hell of a lot, so long as they picked up speed and covered

ground in a hurry.

Masters had picked the country road totally at random, tired of Jed

Wilson's snoring in the back seat and sick to death of Tom Watson's

repeated asking about when they could stop for coffee. The little back

road, not even paved, had seemed ideal for their purposes, and Masters

had driven past several rambling rural homes before choosing one to stop

at, again making the ***********ion at random.

He stood now on the porch of the house he had ***********ed, sweating in his

expensive suit and cursing softly at the heat, wondering whether he

should repeat his knock or try to jimmy what looked like a genuine

antique lock on the front door. Jed Wilson stood beside him, rocking

slowly back and forth on the balls of his feet, whistling tunelessly to

himself. Tom Watson sat behind the wheel of the car, with the engine

running quietly and a sawed-off shotgun hidden in his lap. Just in case.

Masters had decided to try knocking once more, and was raising his fist

when he heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps from inside the

house. After another moment's hesitation, the front door swung slowly

open, and he found himself facing a beautiful young girl.

Masters let his eyes rove appreciatively over the girl's cherubic face

and ripe young woman's body. She wore simple clothing, possibly

hand-me-downs, but her breasts and hips swelled amply against the

garments, and the man could feel his pulse quickening at the mere

nearness of her. He idly wondered how old she was, then shrugged it off,

deciding that if things went well he would have plenty of time to find

out first hand.

"What do you want?"

The girl's question was blunt and to the point. It reminded Masters that

he had been staring at the girl for almost half a minute without saying

anything. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed, and not wishing

to give a bad impression before he had a chance to completely judge the

situation they were facing.

"Uh, my friends and I have been driving all day," he began lamely,

warming to the lies as he continued. "I think we must have taken a wrong

turn, or something. We seem to be lost, and we're just about out of gas.

I wondered if you might have some we could use? We'd be glad to pay you

for it."

The girl's face was without expression as she shook her head in a casual

negative. "We don't have any gas," she said simply.

Master's mind raced ahead, anticipating the setback. "Well, uh, maybe

your father could tell us where to find some, okay? We really need that

gas right now."

Again she shook her head, putting auburn waves of hair in shimmering

motion about an angelic face. "I'm all alone here with my sister," she

answered unwisely. "But I know there's nobody selling gas within ten

miles of here anyhow."

Masters relaxed visibly as he learned that the girl and her unseen

sister were alone within the old house. It was a perfect setup, if only

they could get inside without serious trouble at the outset. He cast a

sidelong glance toward Wilson beside him, motioning with one hand behind

his back at the same time, signaling Watson to shut off the engine of

their car.

"Listen," Masters said after a long moment, putting on his best smile

for the occasion, "We were supposed to be meeting somebody in Savannah

about now, and I can see we're not going to make it on time. Would you

let me just use your telephone for a minute, to change the appointment?

I'll pay all the charges, of course."

The girl thought it over briefly, casting her eyes from one man to the

other there on the porch. At last she nodded simply, stepping backward

and flipping up the loose latch on the screen door as she did so,

motioning for Masters and Wilson to come inside. Masters nodded his

thanks, gracing her with another of his charming smiles. As he passed

through the doorway, he heard the driver's door of the car close tightly

out in the driveway. Watson was joining them in the house.

"The telephone's right over here," the girl said, leading them across a

dingy living room toward a smaller kitchen, pointing toward what looked

like an antique wall phone to the right of the open kitchen doorway.

Masters ignored the phone, intent at the moment on watching the way the

girl's tight young ass-cheeks swayed and moved inside the confining

fabric of her short, tight skirt.

The screen door slammed noisily and Masters flicked a glance back over

his shoulder, confirming that both Wilson and Watson were now inside the

house as well. He relaxed further, knowing that the biggest hurdle had

been successfully negotiated.

"We won't be needing the phone after all," he said, some of the phony

charm dropping from his tone. "And neither will you."

The girl turned back to face him directly the curious, questioning

expression on her pretty child's face changing to one of surprise, then

horror, as she realized vaguely what was happening. Tom Watson had

withdrawn the stubby shotgun from inside his billowing jacket and was

holding it casually now in one hand, the twin deadly muzzles pointing

somewhere between the girl and the ramshackle stairway which led to the

second floor of the old house. He was smiling vaguely.

"Wha ... wha ... what do you want here?" the girl asked, her voice

breaking with fright as she spoke.

"A little shelter and rest," Watson told her, cocking one eyebrow and

smiling suggestively at her. "Some comfort and loving care. That's all."

He snickered lowly as the girl began to tremble, glancing fearfully from

one of the men to the next, biting gently at her full lower lip to

stifle a sob.

Penny Tucker listened to the soft murmur of voices drifting up the

stairs as she slipped into fresh clothing. She had hurried upstairs to

her bedroom while Melanie moved to answer the knock at the door, and

now, as she finished dressing, she made ready to descend the stairs

again and see who it was who came calling at that unusual hour of the

afternoon.

Penny left her bedroom and moved quietly down the corridor toward the

head of the stairs once again, ears cocked and straining to pick out as

much as possible of the discussion being conducted below. She moved

cautiously, almost on tiptoe, until she caught herself at it and felt

foolish for trying to sneak up on visitors in her own home. She shook

herself out of the strange mood and walked briskly to the stairs,

starting down them at a confident, even pace.

She was halfway down the staircase when she saw the three men and the

squat, ugly shotgun leveled at her stomach. She froze there, halfway

between floors, frightened eyes darting back and forth from her

trembling younger sister to the trio of men who had carried out the

armed invasion of their home with such cunning and stealth.

"Come on down here, little lady," one of the men said softly, his voice

demanding, authoritative despite the almost jocular tone he employed.

Penny found the speaker with her eyes, noting that it was not the chubby

shotgunner, but rather the lean man who stood nearest to Melanie, beside

the kitchen doorway.

Penny began to slowly descend the rest of the staircase, finding her

courage and her voice long enough to voice the questions which were

uppermost on her troubled mind at the moment.

"Who are you? What do you want here?" she asked, fighting to prevent her

voice from cracking with tension and fright.

The lean man spoke again, acting as the apparent leader of the little

band as he took it upon himself to answer for them all.

"Like I was just telling the little girl here," he began, jerking one

thumb in Melanie's general direction, "we need your hospitality for

awhile. We need to rest up temporarily, and we can't afford to be

disturbed, if you get the drift."

Penny nodded slowly, reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs. She

thought she understood their problem, all right. These men were wanted

by the law, beyond a doubt, and probably not from around there if she

was any judge of clothing and deportment. They were city men, and they

reeked of trouble. She and Melanie could do no better than to play along

with their wishes, within reason, and hope that they would soon decide

it was safe to be on their way once more.

Penny was startled out of her private thoughts by the lean man's voice,

and her eyes snapped toward him. She was relieved to find that he had

not addressed himself to her, but to the third member of the group,

ordering him to take their car and drive it around behind the house, out

of sight from the access road in front.

"Now, little lady," the stranger continued, "the first thing we're going

to want is some food. The little girl here can take care of that, and

Tom here will keep her company." His nod indicated the shotgunner as he

continued speaking. "In the meantime, I want you to show me around the

house, just to make sure we've got no surprises in store for us."

Penny nodded dumbly, unable to think of any verbal response. She watched

as Melanie filed off into the kitchen, casting one last worried glance

over her shoulder as the man called Tom followed behind her. The lean

man was approaching Penny at the same time, gesturing toward the

staircase she had just descended. As he swept his arm wide through the

air, Penny was startled to notice the butt of a pistol protruding from

his belt beneath the jacket he wore.

Penny turned and began to climb the stairs once again. The man was close

behind her, and she could almost imagine that she could feel his eyes

following her, lingering over the ripe curve of her tight-clad buttocks

like a physical caress. Without turning to face him she could tell that

he was literally undressing her with his eyes, and she suddenly felt

naked and ashamed there before him.

They reached the top landing of the stairs, and Penny half- turned

toward the man, gesturing along the short upstairs corridor. "These are

bedrooms," she said simply, explaining. "And there's a bathroom down at

the end of the hall on the right."

"I'll need to take a look," the man said, smiling thinly as she shot him

another curious glance. "Just to be on the safe side," he explained

after a long, uncomfortable moment.

"Okay," Penny said, nodding obediently, leading him off along the

hallway to look at the farthest rooms first. She cast a quick glance

behind her as he followed, noting that he kept one hand slightly raised,

always within easy reach of the revolver he wore in his belt.

"That's the bathroom," she said simply, pointing to a door which stood

half-open on their immediate right. The lean man edged forward, pushing

the door completely open with the toe of one foot, waiting a long moment

before he ducked his head inside the bathroom to peer around.

"Okay," he said, sounding relieved and satisfied. "Next."

Penny sighed expressively, shrugging with resignation as she moved to

obey the command. She noticed the discomforting way in which his eyes

fastened upon her large breasts, watching intently as they moved beneath

her blouse with the motion of her shrug. She suddenly felt cold, as a

little chill of grim premonition raced the length of her spine.

She opened a second door, motioning for him to look inside as she did

so. "This is ... was ... my mother's room," she said.

"Where is she now?" he asked, suspicion heavy in his voice.

"She died," Penny said simply, refusing to bare the details of her

private grief to this invading stranger.

"Okay," the man said dispassionately, galling her with his coldness. He

was already moving down the hallway, waiting for her to open and explain

the next door in line.

"My sister's room," Penny said by way of explanation, again watching and

waiting for the satisfied little nod before proceeding down the corridor

beside the lean man.

They briefly examined a half-empty linen closet, and then they were

standing before the last door in line, almost back to their starting

point at the head of the stairs. It was the door to Penny's own room,

and she told him so, turning the knob easily and pushing the door inward

to reveal the empty interior of the chamber beyond.

The man moved-forward, impulsively and unexpectedly, brushing against

Penny and forcing her as if by accident into the silence of the bedroom.

She stood apart from him, silent and afraid, as she watched him taking

the room apart with his eyes, examining every detail. She felt soiled

somehow, as if the cruel stranger had been looking inside her very soul

instead of merely examining the rather shabby contents of the room she

had occupied alone since adolescence.

"So this is it, eh?" he asked, some new and undecipherable tone in his

voice, almost taunting her. "This is where you do your thing, eh, baby?"

"I sleep here," she said blandly, initially uncertain of where his line

of talk was leading them.

The man chuckled dryly, evilly. "Yeah, sleep. And what else, huh? Do you

dream here too, baby?"

"I don't understand you," she said, meaning it.

The man seemed not to have heard her.

"Yeah, I'll bet you dream, all right," the man said, almost to himself,

chuckling deeply again. "I'll bet you have some dreams here, for sure."

Penny said nothing, remaining still. She noted with some considerable

discomfort that she had begun to tremble again.

"What kind of dreams do you have up here at night, all alone? Eh, baby?"

The man did not wait for an answer, but continued speaking, moving

closer to her all the while until he was standing right beside her in

the room.

"You ever have some of them real hot dreams, baby? Some of those dreams

that get you all juiced up and squirming in the night? Wet dreams? Huh,

lady?"

Penny felt a single tear blossom at the corner of one eye and trace a

glistening path down her cheek. The man was touching her now, lightly,

slipping one muscular arm about her shoulders and drawing her tightly

against him as he continued the taunting, inciteful line of rhetorical

questioning.

"I'll bet you must have every stud in the county sniffing around after

you, looking as good as you do," he said, his voice heavy with lust now.

"I'll just bet every cock in miles is up and twitchin' every time you

pass by."

Penny remained grimly silent, choking back the sob which rose unbidden

in her throat.

"You dream about those big, hot cocks, don't you baby? I'll just bet you

do. You dream about 'em until that tight little box of yours is all wet

and ready for action. I can almost see it now. I can almost smell all

that sweet love honey from here."

Penny Tucker was trembling violently, deathly afraid of what this evil,

lecherous man had in store for her. And yet, at the same time, she was

even more alarmed to note the beginning of another, contradictory,

frightening change within her body. Not all of the shivering sensations

which racked her young frame were entirely unpleasant, and some of the

tingling feelings might even be described as pleasant, under different

circumstances of course.

Awed and ashamed, Penny felt the cherry little nipples of her breasts

begin to stiffen involuntarily, of their own accord, chafing against the

flimsy restraining material of her tight bra. At the same time, the old

familiar watery sensation had begun anew between her legs, complete with

the wavering little tendrils of budding passion fanning upward from her

tremulous little cunt, racing to ignite the flames of passion throughout

her torso.

Oh, God, she cried inwardly, I simply can't let my body betray me this

way! It's ... SINFUL!! ...

Penny at once recognized the contribution of her mother to that little

warning voice, and the knowledge, somehow, served in fact to blunt and

deflect the thrust of the warning. She knew that it was wrong, unnatural

for her to respond to the filthy words of this man who had come as an

armed intruder into her home, but at the same time, she found herself

rebelling instinctively against the idea that her body's natural

reactions were in any way sinful or unnatural.

Penny Tucker was shocked out of her mental dialogue and debate by the

sudden touch of a man's hand upon the soft, pliant curve of her left

breast. She jerked back instinctively, seeking escape, but the hard

circle of the stranger's arm held her fast as his free hand began its

taunting rotary massage of her captive mammary flesh. Penny could not

control her sobbing now, and she squirmed ineffectually in his tight

grasp, weeping and twisting in a vain effort to free herself.

The man noted the erect and excited condition of her nipple as it spiked

outward through her clothing, prodding against the palm of his slowly

rotating hand. He laughed softly, deep in his throat, as he stepped up

the pace and strength of his milking, massaging caresses. He was clearly

enjoying her discomfiture, savoring the storm of contradictory,

conflicting emotions which were even at that moment raging inside the

young woman's tender captive body.

The man changed his tactics, releasing her breast from his rotating

palm, and captured the stiffened bud of her little nipple between his

thumb and forefinger. He slowly rubbed the taut little stem of erectile

flesh in his grasp, noting and appreciating the reactions of his sexy

young captive as she sobbed aloud, twisting vainly in a hopeless effort

to escape from the strong circle of his arms.

Penny Tucker was quickly becoming lost in a raging sea of mixed sensual

emotions, almost totally at the mercy of her increasingly traitorous

young body. Her aching breasts and trembling little cunt were crying out

for her to surrender, to participate wantonly and willingly in whatever

this cruel man might wish to do with her, but at the same time, other

portions of her heart and mind cried out to her that she must fight,

rebel and resist his lecherous advances. Tears streamed down her cheeks

as she gradually felt herself losing that all-important internal battle

for self-control.

The man's demanding hand momentarily left her straining breast flesh,

fingers slipping upward to attack the little buttons that held her

blouse closed in front. She gasped and trembled furiously in his grasp

as he began slowly, tauntingly undressing her, unbuttoning one button at

a time to slowly reveal the milky swell of her cleavage.

The second button of Penny Tucker's thin blouse was coming loose, then

the third, and the fourth. The inner curve of her ripe, firm breasts was

fully visible to the man now, and he feasted avid eyes upon the rich orb

of her tits, nestled as they were within the lacy confinement of her

almost transparent little slip of a bra. He could plainly see the rosy

pink nubs of her nipples thrusting outward against the flimsy material,

jutting forward like twin exclamation points of growing passion which

the young woman was totally powerless to hide.

Quickly Bart Masters finished the task of unbuttoning Penny Tucker's

flimsy little blouse, and while the young woman cringed in his grasp, he

moved swiftly behind her, stripping the outer garment backward and

downward, off of her shoulders and along her trembling arms, swiftly

tossing it away to land in a rumpled heap on the floor.

Penny cringed as she felt the stranger's hands slipping around her rib

cage, beneath her arms, to capture the ripe, trembling mounds of her

barely-covered young breasts. His fingers and thumbs immediately snared

the jutting little buds of her cherry-like nipples, while his palms

began their milking, massaging assault on the luscious cones of mammary

flesh. Tingling, flaring jolts of electric passion flooded outward from

the excited mounds of Penny's tits, causing her knees to suddenly weaken

and threaten to dump her prostrate on the floor at his feet.

The young woman held herself upright only with an effort, reluctantly

leaning backward against the cruel man who was tweaking her nipples and

massaging her breasts so energetically. To her shock and horror, she

could suddenly feel the thrusting rod of his powerful erection, nudging

insistently against her plump young buttocks through the dual restraints

of his slacks and her tight fitting skirt. Penny felt herself

unaccountably going weak and trembly inside, requiring her to lean even

more upon her cruel and lecherous captor for support.

With a low growl of animal lust, Masters hooked his strong fingers in

the cups of Penny Tucker's bra, yanking sharply down so that the lacy

material was torn completely free from her vibrant young tits. Penny

gasped, and the man feasted his eyes on the sight of her exposed young

breasts as they bobbled and jiggled from the force of their sudden

stripping. He let his gaze linger over the thrusting, crinkled little

buds of her nipples, standing out nearly an inch from the crinkled pink

rings of her aroused areolas.

Masters centered those thrusting little nipples in his palms, reveling

in the feel of her excited and erectile flesh chafing against his hands,

as he conducted his inciteful rotary massage of her naked luscious tits.

He pulled forcefully against those mammary orbs, drawing Penny back

tightly against his own body, nudging and probing his covered erection

into the barely defined cleft of her tight young ass cheeks as she was

pinned against him.

At length, Bart Masters could contain himself no longer. He thrust Penny

away from him with one powerful hand, looping the other in the back

strap of her now useless bra and pulling sharply with all his might. The

girl gasped, then tumbled forward onto her hands and knees as the

elastic ripped through and the scanty bra came totally loose in the

man's big fist.

Penny Tucker was naked to the waist now, and she rose from her position

on hands and knees, crossing arms across her chest in a rather belated

effort to preserve some faint vestige of personal modesty. It was all to

no avail, however, for Bart Masters was suddenly upon her with a

panther-like spring, seizing one of her slender arms in a powerful hand

and hauling her, kicking and protesting to her feet. He twisted her

about, tossing her bodily backward and onto the mattress, where she

bounced for one long moment like a discarded rag doll, her big breasts

wobbling and aiming perkily up to meet his avid gaze.

Before Penny could attempt to cover herself again, the evil man was on

top of her. He seized both of her slender wrists in one of his big

fists, hauling them above her head and holding them there in a grip

which closely approximated the locking power of a steel bench vise.

Penny was pinned and helpless, unable even to cover the tremulous mounds

of her firm young woman's breasts as he panted heavily, devouring that

luscious mammary flesh with ravenous eyes.

She was shocked, though hardly surprised, when he brought one of his

free hands up to cup and fondle one of her breasts, and then the other.

His touch chilled and horrified her, but at the same time there was

another sort of chill as well, a sensuous, traitorous chill which Penny

could not suppress but was loath to acknowledge to herself.

Her nipples continued to blossom, unfolding into uninhibited erection

until they had almost doubled their length once again. It almost felt to

Penny as if the crinkled little buds were about to burst wide open, to

explode with the violent lustful sensations raging inside her breasts

every time the stranger touched and stroked them. She could scarcely

believe the way in which her tight young body was betraying her into

this evil man's clutches, and yet the evidence was unavoidable and

undeniable. Even now, as she fought to control and suppress the raging

fires of passion in her manhandled naked tits, an answering and

responsive sensation of liquid heat was springing up in the fertile

little valley of her cringing cunt.

Penny's legs thrashed about, her heels digging in and seeking leverage

on the mattress in an effort to push this obscene man up and off of her

twisting young body. Her struggles had the exact opposite effect from

that intended, however, for in the process her thighs were widely

splayed and the attacker was able to wedge his hips in between her

thrashing legs. At the same time, the bucking and twisting action of her

hips brought her vaginal lips into constant, chafing contact with the

barely- covered swell of his powerful pulsing erection.

There was something in that intimate contact of his thinly masked

genitals with her own which sparked an animalistic response deep inside

young Penny Tucker. At first she was repelled by the knowledge that this

stranger's cock was actually rubbing and sliding along the pouting

little nether mouth of her cunt, but then, after only a brief moment of

delay, the girl felt a strange and unfamiliar warmth flooding through

her lower body, causing her to squirm anew with a fierce energy that had

less and less to do with desire to escape.

Young Penny Tucker's breathing had become labored, and she kept her eyes

and teeth clenched tightly shut as she battled fiercely with the

conflicting emotions at war inside her traitorous young torso. She could

scarcely believe what was happening to her, and her young mind rebelled

at the way in which this stranger had been able to totally captivate her

with his lewd advances in so short a time.

Bart Masters was rapidly driving himself into a frenzy of sexual hunger

and desire as he gnawed and sucked on Penny's ripe, firm breasts,

keeping his loins in grinding motion against her splayed crotch all the

while. He could already feel the familiar tension in his tight

testicles, and his lurching penis threatened to burst through the

confines of his slacks and undershorts at any moment.

With a strangled growl of pure animalistic lust, Masters pushed himself

up on his hands, releasing Penny's wrists now that she was clearly

unable to offer him any serious resistance. He forced his hands beneath

her tight skirt, swiftly and expertly forcing the material of that

restraining garment up around her hips, leaving the whole luscious

tableau of her thighs and pelvis open to his gaze, her cringing little

pussy hidden only by the moist and almost transparent material of her

little bikini panties.

The sight of Penny's naked charms almost totally revealed to his eyes

drove the lecherous hit man into an ever greater frenzy of wanton

desire. He was panting heavily now as he hooked his blunt fingers

roughly into the elastic waistband of Penny's little underpants, ripping

down and shredding the flimsy material with one violent gesture of his

eager hands. The move lifted Penny upward from the mattress momentarily,

and then dumped her rudely back again, sobbing softly as she realized

that the whole plane of her virginal little twat was finally at the

mercy of her cruel and lecherous attacker.

Bart Masters crouched there between Penny's splayed thighs for an

eternal instant, feasting his eyes on the steamy beauty of her clasping

little vagina. Finally, when he could stand the sensual suspense no

longer, he slowly began to slide his rough palms upward along the soft

inside of her thighs, inching a torturous path toward the furry triangle

of her pubic hair.

Young Penny Tucker was beside herself in a maelstrom of conflicting

emotions as she lay with eyes tightly closed, feeling the lecherous

stranger's hands creeping ever farther upward along her defenseless

inner thighs. She knew only too well that in a very few seconds his

blunt, powerful fingers would be foraging in the downy triangle of her

pussy hair, tracing the delicate line of her pouting nether lips,

perhaps even parting those lips to probe and stroke the moist coraline

flesh hidden within.

Penny grimaced, sucking in her breath in an excited little gasp as the

man's fingers encroached for the first time upon her private pubic

triangle. She ground her ripe buttocks downward into the mattress,

struggling in vain to escape from that feathery inciting touch. Her

struggle was fruitless, however, and Bart Masters continued his hesitant

manual exploration of Penny's pubic forest. His very touch, however

light and seemingly timid, served only to inflame the desire which

already raged within the young woman's tremulously excited loins.

Bart Masters was breathing heavily, bent forward from the waist as his

eager eyes and searching hands joined in a multisensory scrutiny of

Penny Tucker's totally revealed young cunt. He traced the fine line of

her pussy slit with the tip of one index finger, noting with

satisfaction the groan of barely suppressed desire which his lewd caress

provoked from the young girl.

Encouraged, Bart hooked his big thumbs in either side of Penny's

quivering, pulsating little cunt, slowly and torturously prying those

pouting nether lips wide open to reveal the pink flesh nestled within.

Her crinkled little vaginal mouth seemed almost to be smiling at him in

timid welcome, clasping and unclasping with nervous gestures of

irrepressible desire.

Masters chuckled deep in his throat as he recognized the extent to which

the young country girl had fallen under his lecherous and insidious

power. She was his for the taking now, and he knew it only too well, but

still there was some hint of resistance or native innocence about her

which compelled him to seek the ultimate admission of surrender from his

trembling young female captive.

Unexpectedly, almost without planning the move himself, Bart Masters

ducked his head forward and flicked his long pink tongue along the moist

waiting slit of Penny Tucker'a vibrant little cunt. He watched in

fascination as the girl's entire body recoiled from the lewd oral

contact, arching upward from the mattress like a taut archer's bow,

finally touching the bed only at head and heels as she fought an

internal war against the conflicting reactions within her.

"Oh God, no!" she gasped breathlessly, sobbing, almost pleading with her

captor. "Not there! Please! I can't stand it!!"

Her pleading cries only encouraged Masters on his own lewd course of

action, and he abruptly thrust his face forward once more, locking his

mouth tightly against the seething inferno of her captive little pussy.

His lips nibbled maddeningly at the splayed pink flesh of her vagina,

his teeth clasping and releasing little nubs of flesh as he made ready

to scour her entire yearning little cunt. And all the while, his

flicking, darting tongue was at work, laving the coraline flesh of her

inner labia, teasing and tickling around the rubbery little mouth of

Penny's vagina itself.

The young girl felt that her entire lower body would surely explode as

the man's darting tongue made sudden jarring contact with her stiffened

little clitoris. The lewd oral contact milked incredible tingling and

burning sensations from the erect little pleasure bud, driving Penny

onward and upward inescapably toward an undreamed-of pinnacle of animal

passion. She gave herself to the vortex of sensation, seeking that peak

now eagerly, even aggressively.

Bart Masters sensed his victory instinctively as the young girl's hips

began to pick up a counter responsive fucking rhythm of their own,

rotating and humping spasmodically so that the steamy slit of her vagina

was brought into ever closer conjunction with his teasing, pleasing

tongue tip. She began to maneuver her pelvis instinctively, so that her

clitoris received the maximum attention from his ravenous, zealous

mouth.

Masters paused for a long moment, noting with grim satisfaction the

sobbing little sounds of protesting disappointment which issued at once

from Penny's straining throat. She wanted his fucking tongue now, needed

it badly, and he knew in that moment that only one signal of ultimate

surrender remained to be given.

Acting accordingly, Masters withdrew his mouth entirely from the steamy

plane of the young girl's hungry cunt, rocking back on his haunches so

that he was once more kneeling between her widely-splayed thighs and

towering above her like some sort of chiseled statue of the God of Lust.

Slowly, teasingly, he began to unfasten his pants and slide them

downward over the swell of his hips. At length only his jockey shorts

remained, and he watched in satisfaction as Penny feasted her eyes on

those skimpy undergarments, tracing the bulging outline of his barely

covered erection through the stretched and already moistened cloth.

Finally, without further ado, Masters hooked his thumbs in the elastic

waistband of his shorts and lowered them in one fluid, practiced motion,

revealing his cock to Penny Tucker for the first time. She seemed

hypnotized by the sight of that swaying, jutting organ, watching it

bobble there, thrusting out from the tangled thatch of his pubic curls

like the magic wand of some dark and powerful sorcerer.

Penny Tucker was captivated and terrified at the same time by the

awesome sight of Bart's thrusting cock. She traced every vein and ripple

of that massive organ with her hungry eyes, ending-at-the helmet-shaped

glans and the single, glinting drop of pearly pre-ejaculate fluid which

seeped from the cyclopic eye of his cock head. Penny was frightened

almost to death of that threatening male flesh, and yet, at the same

time, she felt an incredible emptiness inside her heated young loins,

promising to completely consume her if she did not soon find sensual

relief.

Bart Masters seemed to read the conflicting signals which reached

Penny's inflamed brain, and he acted upon the point of her greatest

immediate weakness. Swinging his hips down and forward, guiding his long

stiff penis with one hand, he suddenly brought the blunt glans into

tingling, teasing contact with the hot meat of her vagina.

Penny's entire young body tensed, once more arching upward from the

mattress as male genital flesh touched her own for the first time in her

life. She ground her pearly white teeth together in a rage of

conflicting emotions, her fingers knotting into the rumpled bedspread as

she fought to retain some vestige of dignity at the same time as her

body cried out for pure sexual fulfillment from the stranger.

Masters knew that he had her completely in his power, and he played with

his cock upon the burning, jangling nerve endings of her cunt as a

virtuoso might play a musical instrument. He sought to evoke from her

every last ounce of physical and sexual energy, to drive her full tilt

up the pinnacle of passion from which there would be no return short of

total, shattering orgasm. But first, before he would permit her that

release, he meant to heap upon her the final indignity, to force from

her the ultimate admission of abject female surrender.

Bart concentrated his full attention and the full weight of his rotating

searching glans upon the tingling little bud of Penny Tucker's excited

clitoris. The girl was going wild beneath him now, thrashing about on

the bed and calling her lust out loud in incoherent little gasps that he

thought must surely be audible to the people remaining downstairs. Bart

ground his glans relentlessly against her trembling little clit, until

she slumped back weak and panting upon the mattress, unable to even put

up the semblance of a fight any longer.

Then, as suddenly as he had begun, Masters totally withdrew his penis

from the steamy, yearning arena of her little twat. Penny's reaction was

immediate and emphatic, bringing her up on both elbows to glance in

worried fashion from his red cock to his sweaty face and back again.

"Wha ... wha ... what are you doing?" she asked disbelievingly. "Why ...

why have you stopped?"

"Tell me what you want, bitch!" he demanded roughly, his voice grating

coarsely across her ears in the sudden stillness of the room.

Penny was totally humiliated by what she knew she must say and do, but

there was no longer any possible escape open to her. She was far beyond

the point of no return, and she felt that she must die now if she was

deprived of ultimate sexual satisfaction for even a second longer.

"I ... I ... I want your cock!" she said at last, finding that the words

did not strangle her as she had feared. "I want it in me! I want to be

fucked!!"

Penny could scarcely believe that she was hearing her own voice, but as

she pronounced those lewd demands she felt as if a great weight had been

lifted from her shoulders and she was suddenly free of her plaguing

inhibitions at last. She slumped backward onto the bed once more, thighs

falling limply open in silent but unmistakable invitation to her

would-be rapist.

Bart Masters could contain his own passion no longer, and now he lowered

his hips into position once again, using the same hand to guide his

penis until the broad glans was nudging directly against the tight

elastic mouth of the girl's little vagina. Penny Tucker suffered an

instant of incredible discomfort as that massive pole of male flesh

began its twisting, worming entry, but then Masters accomplished his

feat with a single powerful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in the

steamy little pit of her heaving, yearning belly.

Penny felt as if her entire body was suddenly on fire, and the only way

in which she could ever put out the flames was by battering her loins

and pelvis relentlessly against the skewering cock which impaled her.

Her body flailed and tossed beneath Bart Masters like a human gyroscope

gone berserk, her clawed fingers raking his back insanely as she mewled

out little gasping cries of ecstasy into his ear.

Masters was driving his reaming cock deeper into the young girl's

captive cunt with each of his powerful fucking thrusts, until at last he

could feel his round glans pummeling against the elastic cup of her

cervix. He could penetrate her no farther, but still he did not abate

the power of his thrusts, nor the speed, striving to evoke new

sensations of passion for them both with every pistoning stroke he

administered.

Penny brought her heels up, locking her ankles behind Bart's pumping ass

and pressing his cock ever deeper inside her clasping, milking pussy.

She sought to drain every ounce of his passion from him in order to

satisfy the craving which she felt inside of herself.

Bart Masters felt the explosion of his cum building in the pent-up

receptacle of his tight balls, waiting and eager for the release which

would blanket Penny's cunt with seething, swirling foam. The milking

action of her pussy walls was driving him insane, and he knew it could

not be much longer before he scaled the ultimate heights of nerve

shattering total orgasm.

Suddenly he was there, his entire body stiffening and his prick

thrusting deeper than ever inside her as he came. His semen burst forth

within her in long milky, scalding gouts, coating her insides with the

creamy, soothing milk of his passion. The scalding flood was enough to

send Penny herself teetering over the brink into total sensual release,

and she felt herself sliding into that vortex with a sensation of

ultimate, unbelievable relief.

"I'm cumming!" she wailed aloud, giving herself totally to the

exhilaration of that new and draining experience. "I'mm

cccuuuummmiiiinnnggg!!!!"

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