He started to work the skirt up her thighs while Jerry, draped over the back of his seat, grasped her breasts none too gently and started to knead them like dough.
She tried to struggle, unable to sit still and tolerate these outrageous liberties they were taking with her virginal body, but at the back of her mind there still beat that relentless nothing you can do… nothing… nothing…
Willy chuckled.
'Hey that feels real good on the old dork, Miss Avalon,' he told her. 'You wriggle around all you want.'
After that she tried to keep still, but couldn't repress her starts of nervousness as her continued to edge her skirt upwards, the heat of his fingers very tangible through the sheer nylon of her stockings.
Jerry had a look of almost idiotic pleasure on his face as he pulled at her breasts and hefted them in his hands.
'Look at them, just look at these knockers!' he kept saying. 'Oh jesus, I can't wait to get my tongue round those nips! Look at them, Jake, willya?'
'Jugs are Jugs,' said Jake indifferently.
Willy had tugged her skirt up above the level of her stocking tops by then.
“Look, that's sexy,' he said approvingly. 'A real garterbelt like they wear In pictures – be even better if it was black, teach. You remember that for next time, huh?'
He snapped one of the elastic tabs and she Jumped as it stung her skin. Snickering, he snapped each of the others in turn, and the brushing of his meaty fingers over the bared skin of her thighs sent little shudders of tension quivering throughout her body – odd little shudders, that somehow seemed to center themselves deep in her belly…
He grabbed hold of the skirt hem again and gave It a sharp, deft tug that dragged it up in back so that suddenly only her panties separated her roundly curved bottom from the worn denim of his levis – and from the feverish,- throbbing rod of flesh that was suddenly nestling into the crack of her ass. Only that wispy barrier of nylon held It at bay. It seemed to be burning into her flesh like a red-hot brand.
'White panties too,' Willy commented coolly, peering down dyer her shoulder. 'Can't see through them, neither – gonna have to get them down before we see if you're a genuine blonde, huh, Miss Avalon? Huh?'
She moaned softly, despairingly.
'Yeah, take 'em off her!' Jerry almost choked with excitement at the prospect, and for the moment he relaxed his efforts at her breasts to fill his eyes with the sight of her panty-covered crotch.
Willy made another dexterous movement, and suddenly his Jutting shaft was poking up between her thighs, obscenely rearing up from the vee of her crotch.
Jerry guff awed loudly. Jake sneered.
'Hey,' Willy said in mock-astonishment, 'Just take a look at Miss Avalon's cock, willya? It's nearly as big as mine, only not so long.'
He reached a finger down between his shaft and her panties and rubbed it along her nylon-covered labia. She gave a violent, uncontrollable jerk of protest as a great throb of fear – was it fear? – pounded in her belly.
'Is she wet, huh?' Jerry gasped.
'Nah. Not the way she oughtta be.'
Willy took his hand away and pressed his cock backwards, so that the shaft was jammed against her venus mound.
The driver said: 'We're gonna be there in a minute, you horny clowns.'
'Okay, Miss Avalon,' said Willy cheerfully. 'I'm gonna Jerk your cock for you. Only next time you're gonna have to take care of it on your own, so you better pay attention. Hear me? I want you to take real good care of this every time you see it's gettin' hard an' hot'
He grasped his thick shaft once again and began to massage it with swift strokes, his fist slapping her thighs on every downstroke. Jerry released her breasts finally and sat back a little to watch with hot, eager eyes.
The car made a turn into a driveway, and Willy increased the pace of his hand action.
Sally watched.
She tried to look away, but she bad to watch.
She had never seen a man's penis erect before – had scarcely even seen one soft – let alone one that was -That was -That was suddenly spurting white fluid from the slit in the tip of the flaming purple head.
White fluid that was shooting upwards and striking her breasts, then dropping back in gobbets that covered his hand and her thighs with nacreous slime.
The car drew to a stop.
'Here.' Willy suddenly wiped his slime-covered hand over her face, covering her cheeks and lips with the fresh semen. 'They say it's real good for the complexion, teach!'
She choked back the need to retch.
'Better if she swallowed it,' Jerry panted. 'You good at suckin' cock, lady?'
'Yeah, you never answered what I asked you before,' Willy recalled. 'How many men you been with in your life, huh?'
Jake opened the door.
'C'mon, get her outta there,' he urged. 'How many, huh?' Willy reached up and squeezed her breast painfully. 'Huh?'
'None!' she cried out frantically. 'Oh, please leave me alone! Please!'
'None?' Willy repeated.
'Hey,' Jerry croaked, 'we got ourselves a real live cherry! This is gonna be real fun, huh? Real fun!'
Chapter 2
She hardly heard what he said, for a spasm of terror gripped her at the sight of a razor in Jake's hand. But he bent swiftly and slashed through the cord binding her ankles, and grabbed her roughly by the arm, hauling her off Willy's lap and sending her stumbling out of the car onto a crumbling driveway, hands still secured behind her, sweater rolled up beneath her arms and bra dangling, skirt nicked up about her hips.
She glanced around quickly: a somewhat ramshackle frame house was before her, and seemed to be thickly surrounded by wildly growing woods and underbrush. No hope of being seen from the road by a passing rescuer…
As she stood getting her balance and her bearings the door of the house opened, and her heart gave a throb of relief at the sight of a woman. Surely this would mean defense and protection! She gazed longingly at the approaching figure, at the tall, rather slender brunette whose firm, high breasts moved unrestrainedly beneath a loose denim work-shirt. Her long legs were accentuated by tight-fitting faded jeans and she was barefoot.
'Hi, Doris,' Willy called. 'We got 'em! And our hostage. Get a load of her boobs, huh?'
The woman came towards them, unhurriedly. She did not return Sally's timid attempt at a smile, but looked at her pokerfaced, the way Jake had done.
'Hey, Doris,' Willy tried again. 'Bet you'd like to get a feel of them tits, huh? You like tits, don't you? Huh?'
She drawled: 'You're not likely to find out what I like, kid.' Her voice was cynical, hard. She didn't look much more than thirty, if that.
'I know what I like,' Willy announced lasciviously. 'Nookie. Hot, wet, juicy nookie.'
He suddenly cupped one of Sally's buttocks in his hand and squeezed.
'She's got the greatest ass,' he proclaimed.
Jerry came scurrying up on the other side. Sally could see the bulge at the front of his pants, and once again that deep throbbing of fear gathered in her belly.
She said to the woman: 'Please, make them – leave me alone! Please!'
Jerry giggled: 'No good askin' Doris the dyke, lady. She'll have you laid out with your legs spread as fast as any of us. Jesus, I can't wait to get you spread out, honeypot!'
