'Yes… in a way…' Vivian whispered back.
'What's this a-all about…?'
'It's a long story… I'll have to tell you… about it… later on!'
Mickey heard. He came to sit on the bed. Lois crawled away from him, into a far corner of the bunk. Watching her, amusedly, he said, 'It's not such a long story! This bitch's a little cockteaser… and she picked the wrong guy! That's all!' Lois could only stare at his obscene nakedness…
Then, he stretched out on the bed, reached over and pulled Lois over to him. 'So… your name's Lois? You're the one who was wearing those sexy hot pants! Come here! I'm going to fuck you!' he grunted. 'But before I do… we're going to have some fun!' He encircled her body with a strong arm. 'Meanwhile… Vivian, you little bitch… see if you can get my cock up with your mouth… and be God damned sure… you do it right!'
Buck was naked, now. His body was scrawny, but a bounteous nature had supplied him with a cock that was every bit a match for Harry Williams'. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the other side of Lois Brewster, plastering his body up against hers. His jack-staff erection was plastered up against the smooth taper of her thigh. She cringed with the contact, her eyes brimming with tears. Oh, God… not two of them… Of course, earlier, Harry had told her that part of the fun of swinging… was multiple copulation. She had considered it… had even consented to it, with her husband, Stan… and Harry… but with these men complete strangers…? Dear God…!!
Blackum pulled her head over to his, his avid mouth finding her lips to kiss her. His full, black beard tickled her face. She tried to turn her head aside, but he held her hard and steady. 'God damn it!' he hissed. 'I'd hate to mark up your pretty face!' He captured her lips and snaked his tongue deep into her mouth to savor her moist, sweet mouth.
Meanwhile, Vivian knelt over Mickey's loins. She saw that his big cock was only partially erect. Without hesitation, she leaned over him and took the half-hardened shaft of his penis in her hand to skin back the heavy foreskin, her other hand going under him, to titillate his heavy scrotal sac. She was worried. It was not about herself. She was experienced enough to handle whatever came her way… But Lois… she's like a babe-in-the-woods! Damn! I hope she doesn't get hurt…!
Lowering her head, then, she took the head of Mickey's cock into her mouth, her tongue laving all around the growing corona, her lips tucked in over her teeth exerted pressure all the way around, as she began to hollow her cheeks in a sucking motion. She felt his prick pulsing to full erection in her mouth, and she began to bob her head, slowly, her lips slipping down further and further over him, until she was absorbing almost all of him into her mouth and throat.
Mickey shoved his hips up at her mouth, countering the slow rhythm she had set. He knew she would know how to do it, properly. Her mouth was smooth, moist warm… and practiced.
Bill Wunder watched Vivian for a moment, his cock throbbing to erection. He climbed onto the bed with the others, reminding himself that in a few moments… he'd make her do the same thing to him. Christ! It makes me hot just watching her… the way she's going after Mickey's big cock… but meanwhile… His eyes zeroed in on Lois' golden, hair-covered mound, seeing the curving swell of her hips, the tapering thighs framing the center of his interest. Training his eyes up farther, he saw her flat belly. Buck had one of her spiked-out nipples in his mouth, sucking noisily on it, while his other hand cupped up the other breast, the alabaster smoothness showing the marks of his cruel fingers. Mickey was kissing her, deeply, his mouth welded to hers, as he held her in his tight grip.
Lois, lying between the two men, being kissed by the bearded one called Mickey, suddenly remembered: Oh, God… he's the one I–I listened to… and watched… while he was… was fucking that young girl, Terry… on the sleeping bag! Vividly, she recalled her thoughts… her feelings; she had wanted to be that girl… wanted to lie under him… and take his cock deep into her seething cunt! Now… here he was… And he's going t-to… rape m-me!
She didn't want it! A person would think that in the face of her fear and terror, she would have been numbed… refusing to believe that it could happen… that his rape of her was a reality that would take place in a very few minutes; yet how was it… that there was a certain, sex-laden thrill keening through her body, the warm glow there in her belly, the definite sensation of moisture forming down there, between her legs… all indicating sexual arousal… in a woman who was about to be sexually assaulted… raped, fucked against her will?
… Then, Lois felt another pair of hands. They caressed her hips and thighs, gently, running massagingly over them, then rummaging in the triangle of her loins, the unseen fingers playing with the golden curls a moment or two before a finger squirmed down into the exposed crease, at the top of her cuntal slit, to find the sensitive shaft of her re-awakening clitoris. She was being held so tightly between Mickey and Buck that she couldn't see who it was that teased at her genitals.
Now, those hands lifted her knees up, flexing them, then her thighs were pried apart, firmly and she knew that the whole of her loins was exposed, nakedly, to that unseen, unknown man. God! Which one of them is it…? Desperately, she tried to close her legs, again, but his greater strength held them apart. Her muscles trembled, painfully, as she played a serious tug-of-war with him. Finally, she could resist no longer. Her muscles relaxed and her thighs splayed open, widely… obscenely. She heard the man's sadistic chuckle of triumph. She fully expected to feel his body coming between her thighs, his erect penis entering her unwanting vagina to plunge into her without mercy… fucking her in mindless fury.
It didn't happen like that; instead, she felt those hands move upward on the cringing, soft flesh of her inner thighs, until they were on either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cunt… Then, very plainly, she felt his thumbs slowly, tantalizingly, spread apart the gently pulsating lips of her pussy.
At the other end of the trailer, securely trussed up and lying helplessly on the other bunk bed, Stan could only watch, with mounting fury, as the three men mauled and stimulated his wife. He could hear and see, but he was effectively gagged by the wide tape across his mouth. God damn bastards! They'd better not hurt her…! But, what could he do? There were four men… all armed, not counting the smooth-faced boy, with the light, blue eyes, who had not displayed a weapon. Desperately, his eyes searched the trailer for something… anything that might be a help to him, either for escape… or as a weapon. There was nothing. His eyes came back to the other bed. The big, bearded man was kissing Lois, while the smaller one licked and sucked at her breasts. Below, the good-looking man seemed to be getting ready to mount her. He was spreading her thighs apart, and his long, thin cock stood out from his loins, throbbingly. Then, as Stan watched, Bill Wunder lowered his head, between her trembling thighs… and Stan knew what he was going to do. Damn! He's going to mouth-fuck her! Christ… I've never done that to her, myself! She's never even let me try… but tonight… before these goons broke in on us… I think she would have gone for it…!
The fourth man, he noticed, had stayed near the door, but now, he, too, began to strip his clothing off. The young boy was still fully clothed. When Peeper Martin was finally standing there, naked, he looked toward the tableau on the bed and saw that there was no place for him, there, yet, remembering Mickey's admonition that the black-haired bitch, who was kneeling over the leader's loins with his big cock in her mouth, was not to be touched by any of the gang, he turned to Terry and said, 'Get it up for me… Terry!' He reached down to grasp and lift his slowly hardening cock by the shaft, as without hesitation, the small, pixie-like boy knelt before him and took his prick into his mouth.
It was only a foot from Stan's face. He watched with revulsion, as tiny hands reached under to titillate the big man's balls, the equally, tiny mouth beginning to absorb more and more of the rapidly growing cock. Damn fag! Pretty boy! Christ! It's disgusting!
After a few moments, Peeper began to move his hips backward and forward, to drive more of his fully erect cock deep into the boy's mouth and throat; then, suddenly, he withdrew it and growled. 'That's enough! Now… why don't you have your fun with these guys… while I'm busy with that blonde bitch!'
Stan was appalled. Tied up as he and Harry were… they would be helpless! This young faggot could do anything with them he wanted! For the first time since the motorcycle gang had invaded the trailer, he felt a slamming fear in his guts. There's no telling what the little fag'll do! He considered the possibilities: He could force us to suck him off… fuck him in the ass… or… he might want to shove his prick up our assholes! Christ! It was a grim picture he conjured… and he didn't like it at all!
He watched as Peeper walked to the other end of the trailer and crawled up on the bed. There was a general shifting of people, then… but he wasn't able to watch it all.
His attention was drawn, fully, to the small, leather-clad figure, who sat down on the bed next to him… and whose small hand reached out to his now flaccid prick, 'Mickey said… if I wanted to… I could make it with you two…' The voice was high, musical… almost like a woman's voice, but Stan tried to roll his hips away, strangled noises coming from his mouth through the gag.
