Pete grinned. 'I think the poor little fellow is uncomfortable, tied up like that for all this time. And he has to take a shit, I think.'
'He can do it in his pants. He stays tied.'
'That's what I told him. He's gonna stink, though.'
'We'll lock him a closet, where he can't stink up the rest of the house. That ought to make him even more uncomfortable. Come to think of it, it'll make him safer, too.'
Max heard Julie stir uneasily, but she didn't make any objection. She really was gutless, he thought with contempt. 'You mind supervising the women for a while?' Max asked Pete.
'Shit, I never mind supervising women, old buddy. You know that. Especially when they're dressed the way these are.'
'Fine. Because I want to take little Connie into the bedroom and give her a good reaming.'
Connie looked at Pete with widened eyes, and her hand flew to her mouth. She trembled, but she didn't say anything. Max looked straight at her and grinned. 'You tried her out. How is she?'
'Not half bad. Once you talk her out of being shy about it.'
'I won't try to talk her out of it,' Max said. 'If she gets coy with me, I'll just slap her out of it.'
'Sounds like the best way to me.'
'Yeah, well, I think I'll take her by the hand and lead her to our little bower now, if you don't mind.'
'Shit, I don't mind. Later on I'll take Julie to our bedroom. And then you can stand guard.'
'Yeah. It's a full life, isn't it, Pete?' They both laughed.
Max took Connie to the small bedroom near the front of the house. When he closed the door she turned and looked at him uncertainly. She'd been tucked by two guys in the last couple of days, he thought, and still she looked like it was something she couldn't believe was going to happen to her. 'Turn down the bed, baby,' he ordered. She bit her lip, but she went to the bed and turned it down. She did it fast, and he had the feeling that she was trying to turn down the covers without looking at the bed. As though she were trying to keep from thinking about what the two of them would be doing on that bed in a moment. It was kind of cute, he thought, and felt a surge of excitement. He leaned his rifle against the wall.
'I hope you're not planning to make a grab for that,' he said. 'I'm not Butch, honey.'
'No, sir. I won't try anything like that.' She bit her lip again, and her hands worked at her sides nervously. She seemed to be trying to work up her nerve to ask him something, but she didn't quite make it.
'Get in the rack,' Max said. 'I'll be right with you.'
She climbed onto the bed, and the way she did it reminded Max of a person diving into an ice cold pool of water. She almost jumped onto the bed, getting the act over with as quickly as possible.
Max undressed casually and slowly, letting her stew in her own juice all the while. He was already enjoying himself, enjoying her embarrassment and humiliation and the fear that was a real, physical pain to her by now.
His prick was stiff and big, pushing out his shorts like a horizontal tent pole. He pushed the shorts down and walked across the room to her. She lay there, quivering and glistening in places with nervous perspiration. She had a frozen smile on her face that made her look more terrified. Max sat on the edge of the bed and then lay down, rolling onto his side to face her.
'Come here,' he said. It would have been just as easy to move toward her, but it amused Max to make her come to him, to force her to take the action that would bring them into contact.
She swallowed hard and the frozen smile almost cracked, but she moved across the foot of bed between them. She came into his arms, her body pressing against his. Once there she didn't try to hold back at all, which surprised Max. Her tits crushed against his chest, and down below he could feel the pelt of her cunt against his belly. Her thighs tangled with his. Max's cock pushed against her, so hard it was painful. He kissed her, driving his tongue between her teeth and deep into her mouth. After the first, shocked resistance, she opened up and let him have free play of her tongue.
The two tongues slid over each other rapidly, and the contact of them made a thrill run through Max's belly. He thought he felt an answering quiver of desire in her, but he wasn't sure. She was still terrified, and he was sure that if she had her way, she would still call things off. He decided to see if he couldn't make her like it. Considering her fear and natural shyness about sex, that would make an interesting and challenging task.
He embraced her, holding her against him with a firm gentleness. She had a body that was surprisingly sensual to the touch for such a young girl, and he felt like ramming his prick into her right then. But he held himself back. He slid one hand down her back to her ass and squeezed it lightly.
She gasped and her legs shifted against his. Max's prick got a little bit harder at the reaction in her, and he slipped the hand down farther. He inserted his fingers between her thighs and massaged her crotch with his fingertips.
Connie moaned and gasped, and her arms slipped all the way about his neck. She held him tightly, and he was surprised at the quickness with which she was coming to life for him.
He slipped his hand down her thigh and when it was halfway to her knee he pulled the leg up and forward. It bent at the knee, and her thigh crossed his body while the calf bent back to rest her ankle on his thigh. His cock was in a good position to enter her pussy now.
He pulled his head back a little for a good look at her face. She was in a fog of desire. Not that she had gone over the edge yet, but she was ready to go, and there was no doubting that. He kissed her again and then ran his lips over her cheek and ear and down to her neck. She trembled and squirmed with desire, and little mewing sounds were coming from her.
Max took her arm from about his neck. He had to pull hard before she even gave any sign of realizing that he wanted her to let go. She was really heated up by now. He took her hand and moved it down between them, placing it on his cock. He almost shot his wad at the touch, but he held back, and she grabbed onto the shaft as though it were a life preserver. She seemed to grasp it instinctively at first, as though she couldn't figure out what she was supposed to do with it. Then she got the message, and it didn't take her more than a second to hike up the leg that was resting on Max's side and push his cock into her slit. She got it inside and moved her hand away, and the leg came down to rest on his body again just as she pushed her pelvis up against Max, ramming the cock deep into her. She let out a scream of delight at that, and Max grunted in reply.
The urge to start fucking for all he was worth was almost overwhelming, but Max held himself dead still. He grabbed her ass and pushed her against him, anchoring her there to keep her from doing any rapid fucking of her own. He was determined to prolong this thing, to make her beg for the completion he could give her.
His cock was steel-rigid in her, and he could feel her respond to the connection, her body pulsing with desire to finish the act.
'Oh, go on,' she murmured in his ear. 'Please go on, Max.' But Max gave no sign of having heard her. He continued holding her against him, holding them both still while the hardness of his prick throbbed inside her.
He gave her another little shove, pulling her to him at the same instant that he pushed his cock deeper in her, and she let out a sudden cry of pleasure. Her body was tight as a bowstring, tense with pleasure and need, and Max lay still again, letting her work herself up. Then he began to stroke her gently at the same time that he worked his cock in her. She began to moan in response to his ministrations, and Max knew that she was getting close to her orgasm, or at lease to a preliminary orgasm. He continued to work the cock in her, pushing and withdrawing, sliding it through her wetness while she clutched at him. His movements were still slow and deliberate, the thrusts hardly thrusts at all.
He decided it was time to work things up a little.
He began to accelerate his movements, and Connie let out a cry of surprise as the pleasure mounted in her. Max could feel his prick tingle with pleasure. He had to hold back to keep from coming in her right then. He held his belly tight against the flood of cream that welled inside of him. But it was close to the culmination, he knew, and he wouldn't be able to keep it back much longer.
He shoved it to her then, ramming his cock into her with a fast stroke, driving it clear to the balls. Connie gasped and clutched him to her, and his hips worked with greater and greater speed, pulling the cock and pushing it, sending the pleasure waving through both of their bodies, a flood of sensation let loose.
'Aaaahhh!' Connie cried, and the sound of her voice, helpless with joy, spurred Max on, drove him to greater efforts as his excitement grew. Her arms tightened about him, and her nails drew tracks of stinging pain across his back and shoulders. Max clutched at one soft, warm breast, digging his fingers into it until she cried out with pleasure and pain at once. The pain of his digging fingers was exciting to her, it drove her on to greater heights of
