blonde… and Vivian! His mind was working, making plans… considering the things he would like to do… would do… especially to Vivian Williams. He owed her some special treatment!
'You know, Peeper he said, grudgingly, sometimes, you come up with some pretty good ideas! Get the other guys and we'll have a council! Maybe… we'll have ourselves some fun, tonight!'
Terry McCauley snuggled up close to him, again. They were both naked. 'Mickey…' she crooned. 'I'm all hot for you already! Will you fuck me… first?'
'Not tonight, baby! I'm going to save it for those two broads in the trailer!' he growled. 'Besides… don't forget… like I told you, before… there're two guys there, too! You can have some fun with them… if you've got to be fucked!'
There was one thing bothering her. 'Okay, Mickey I understand… but you're not going to… to hurt those people are you…?'
'God damn it… I told you not to interfere with me!' he growled. 'I ought to clobber you… but I haven't got time!' He crawled out of the sleeping bag to stand naked in the night over her. 'So get your ass… out of there and get some clothes on!'
'I don't want to go…' she whimpered, 'if somebody's going to get hurt!'
'You're going!' he said with finality… 'And, nobody'll get hurt if they're cooperative! I can't guarantee anything… if somebody tries to do something foolish!'
Reaching down, Mickey drew on his pants, as he saw the other three men approaching. Yes! Tonight's the night… for fun and games!
Even though Lois had said that she would join in a group sex party, there was a certain disparity between the saying… and the doing; however, under the expert guidance of Harry and Vivian Williams, she was coaxed out of her clothing, again. All four lay on the double bunk bed, finishing up the last of another of Harry's potent drinks, and as the alcohol began to take its effect, she began to respond, sexually to Stan, on the one side, Harry on the other, while below, Vivian ran her hands, tantalizingly, over her body, her fingers, feather-light, as she stimulated the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs and moved upward to the gently, pulsing furrow, where glowing hot coals of her desire were being fanned into flame, again. Stan was kissing her, deeply, his tongue searching the honeyed sweetness of her mouth; at the same time, Harry licked and sucked at a pink, distended nipple, his big hands cupping the full mound of a breast up to his avid mouth.
She felt the building arousal, sensations of such magnitude coursing through her, that she knew it would be only a matter of a few minutes until… she would be caught, helplessly, in the grip of her passion. Never before had she begun to respond so soon… but then three people were concentrating their attentions on her. God… oh, God… so many hands… and so many mouths! They'll drive me wild! It felt so good to her… and she wanted it… wanted them… especially, she wanted her husband, Stan! It was so nice to have him there… being a part of it. It gave her an extra feeling of confidence and security.
Outside, moving swiftly, silently, in the darkness, five figures ranged alongside the Williams' trailer, waiting while the leader stood at one of the curtained windows and surveyed the erotic tableau of the two couples on the big, built-in bunk bed. Looks like they're just getting started! The big guy… with the hair must be Williams… Vivian's husband! He's the one we'll have to be careful with… he could be dangerous!
He tried the door. It was open. Good! Less chance of a slip-up! Mickey opened the door and walked, boldly, into the trailer. He was followed closely by Buck Sloan and Bill Wunder. Peeper Martin remained outside, for the time being, as a lookout. Terry McCauley was with him.
Vivian saw them first. As she saw movement in her peripheral vision, she turned her head to glance toward the door. She gasped, 'My God… it's Mickey!' Opening her mouth to scream, she suddenly found herself muzzled by his restraining hand, as Mickey reached her in two strides. She heard his voice from behind his black-bearded lips hiss at her, 'Don't make one sound… if you don't want to get hurt.'
She watched with horrified eyes, as the second man, smaller, ferret-like, clapped a hand over Lois' mouth as she struggled to sit up, from between the two men. She had heard Vivian's gasp… the swift movement of feet and realized that something was wrong.
'Son-of-a-bitch!' Harry Williams gritted, coming up with both fists balled, ready to fight. He subsided, instantly; he was looking into the barrel of a.38 caliber pistol, held in the rock-steady hand of Mickey Blackum.
Stan, likewise, had sensed the danger. He had begun to gather his body for a lunge at the smaller man, nearest him, who was holding his hand over Lois' mouth. 'What the hell!' he shouted. The third man, leaned forward, his gun pointing at Stan's head. 'Shut up!' he warned. Stan saw a good-looking youth with pale, blue eyes and almost white hair. It was Bill Wunder. There was an absolute silence for a beat; then Harry Williams demanded, 'What do you bums want?'
'We've just invited ourselves to your little party!' Mickey Blackum told them, an evil grin parting his bearded lips.
'Like hell!'
The gang leader looked at him, hard, his face set and grim. 'We're here… already… and we've got the muscle and the hardware to make it go our way… but nobody'll get hurt… if you just play it cool! Don't do anything stupid… foolish… or heroic… understand…?'
'You'll never get away with it!' Stan ground out at them!
'We'll see!' Mickey answered curtly. 'Tie the guys up!'
Only then did he take his hand away from Vivian's mouth. She looked up at him through eyes miserable with fright.
'Mickey!' she whispered. 'If it's me… you want… just take me! These other people… don't have anything to do with it!'
Buck Sloan released Lois, and while Bill Wunder stood guard, implacably, went to the door and said, 'Right on! Mickey wants the guys tied up!'
Meanwhile, Mickey glared down at Vivian, his eyes mean, full of anger. 'Baby… there's no more talk… just action, now!' He stepped back and ordered. 'You two… move down to the other bed… at the front there!'
Stan and Harry clambered off the bed and moved, warily, to the front of the trailer, where Peeper and Terry waited for them with rolls of wide surgical tape in their hands. They had no choice to do otherwise. Both men were bareassed naked. They were faced with four armed men, who probably wouldn't hesitate to use the weapons they held in their hands. The odds weren't very good!
'On the bed!' Martin ordered.
The two husbands lay down on the bed. Quickly and efficiently, Peeper and Terry bound them, using the surgical tape. In a few moments, Stan and Harry lay, trussed, hand and foot… and for extra measure… tape was placed over their mouths, as well.
Mickey inspected the two immobilized men. 'Good!' he spat and turned his attention to the two women huddled together on the bed. Lois was sobbing with fright, as she clung to Vivian, asking in a hoarse whisper, 'A-Are they… going t-to d-do… what I–I think…?'
'God…! I–I don't know! But… I'll try to get Mickey t-to leave you alone!'
Buck Sloan leered at them. 'Damn! Mickey can sure pick them!' he reached out to one of Vivian's full- mounded breasts, his fingers digging into her smooth, soft flesh, cruelly. 'Christ! I can't wait to get my mouth on these!' he grunted.
'Drop it, Buck!' the bearded leader ordered. 'The blonde's the one that gets it!'
The smaller man drew his hand back, as though he had touched a hot stove. He grinned, sheepishly, and turned his salacious, ferret-like eyes on Lois. 'There's not much difference… I guess…' His hand caressed Lois' breasts; cupping one in his hand, his moistly warm lips encompassed a pink nipple, sucking up the aureole as well.
Lois shrank back and cried, 'D-Don't… p-please… don't!?'
Vivian's grey eyes met Mickey's, defiantly, 'Tell your goon to l-leave Lois alone! It's me you want isn't it?'
'Yeah but I'm saving you until last!' he grunted. 'You're going to watch… while I show you what you missed! Then if I feel like it I might fuck you, too!'
Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull off his clothing. This was apparently a signal to the other three men, for they, too, began undressing.
Whispering, hurriedly, into Vivian's ear, Lois asked, 'Do you know… him!'
