But there was no way to escape!
Jake had his arms wrapped around the slender girl. Her tits were pressed against his chest hard and throbbing inside her bra. His bearded cheek rasped the side of her face as he rubbed his face in the pine-scented mat below their intertwined bodies.
The man was in seventh heaven. Betsy's virgin asshole was incomparably tight around the shaft of his pistoning prick. Her uncontrollable agonized struggles made the tight sheath of her shithole ripple and surge and seem to suck at his plunging cock till he could barely catch his breath. His dangling balls slapped the ground with every pile driver downstroke, and each withdrawal of his cock brought the long spar of his prick to the very verge of popping from her butthole before he slammed his cock back into the wailing girl's ass.
"Holy shit," he muttered. "I'm about to come, baby. Get ready for it!"
Even in her delirium of pain, Betsy felt a moment of fear. What would the bearded man's salty jism feel like, flooding her raw ass-channel?
The cock slid all the way up her ass, scraping more of the membrane lining her butthole as it went. She gasped. Her voice was gone from screaming.
Jake's cock swelled inside her ass. His booted feet tore at the pine needles as he tried to stuff still more of his cock into the blonde adolescent's shitter. His belly rubbed his shirt all over her wide-open pussy.
Suddenly his deeply buried cock squeezed a stream of come into his captive's ass. Betsy found out what it felt like – the jism was like acid searing the sensitive lining of her asshole.
The balling come filled her asshole and slopped out. Jake's cock pulsated madly inside her butthole. She screamed and screamed, and still pain and come flooded her asshole.
Then Jake's cock was jerked clean out other ass in one swift motion.
CHAPTER TWO
A fresh spurt of come from the tip of Jake's long prick splattered over the open mouth of Betsy's pussy. Her ass still throbbing with pain, she kept writhing on the ground, moaning mindlessly. From the direction of the other tree came the helpless lustful moans of her sister, her own cunt spasming with climax around the incredibly thick stump of Bob's prick.
At last the blonde captive managed to open her eyes. Then she stared in astonishment. Grappling with the half-naked Jake was her brother, Jack.
Coe's eyes were open as her cunt exploded with orgasm. Bob's cock shot jism up her pussy with unbelievable force. The rough bark of the tree had almost scraped her bare ass raw. Bob's hands were locked around her waist, pushing her down even more firmly on the fat column of his cock. His lean chest crushed her inflated nipples deep into the pillowy masses of her tits.
The older girl gaped at the sight that met her gaze. Dashing suddenly from the cover of the stand of scrub oaks, her twin brother had grabbed the scruffy bearded Jake even as the smaller man's prick blasted his hot come into Betsy's butthole. Coe heard her sister shriek as Jake's lengthy cock was ripped from her ass, saw the white arc of jism that squirted onto the girl's virgin pussy. Her own heart soared. They were saved! Yet she couldn't stop coming, couldn't control the unnatural passions that set her pussy aflame, fuelled by the size and hardness of Bob's cock. She was being raped, but she was still in the midst of the most cataclysmic orgasm of her life.
Fucking his jism into his auburn-haired captive's cunt, Bob was dimly aware of the commotion behind him. Yet he couldn't even turn his head to look. Coe's cunt exerted a death-grip on his giant cock, sucking come relentlessly from his hairy balls as the tied-up girl squirmed in ecstasy. He shoved his hands between their bodies to knead the full cherry-tipped globes of her tits. She moaned in renewed passion and tossed her glorious hair from side to side.
Jack Mason had a brawny bare arm around Jake's neck. "God damn you, you filthy bastards!" he was shouting. "I'll show you!"
Jake's cock stood almost comically from his crotch, slightly bowed, while jism dribbled from its tip and down its tremendous length.
The flaming agony in Betsy's ass slowly subsided to an insistent ache. The involuntary motion of her ass on the pine carpet ceased. Her tits rising and falling to the rhythm of her panicked breathing, she watched the drama unfold.
Jack seemed to be trying to choke Jake. With the advantage of size and complete surprise he almost succeeded. Jake clawed at his arm, his face purpling within the thicket of his beard. Then his toes dug a hold in the soft black earth beneath the needle carpet, his thigh muscles tensed, and he jackknifed in the middle with a convulsive heave.
Jack went sailing over his head. The young man tucked in his head and tried to roll. A protruding root caught his shoulder and threw him off. He landed hard.
Bob, by this time, had turned his head and seen what was going on behind him. But his cock was still firing an undiminished stream of jism into Coe's still-coming cunt, and he couldn't disengage himself front his fuck-hold on the girl's pussy.
Shaking his head, Jack tried to rise.
Jake was on his feet. His half-deflated cock waggling before him, he took three shuffling steps forward and kicked. Jack on the side of his head. The youth rolled over and lay still.
"Noooo!" Betsy screamed, tenor for her brother abruptly overriding the pain in her tortured asshole. "You've killed my brother!"
Jake just turned and looked at her.
Bob's prick pulsed hugely and spat a final wad of jism up Colleen's cunt. His prick instantly started to shrink. The girl's pussy sucked tentatively at it in a few final moments of her own orgasm. Then he pulled back his hips. His cock slipped out of the oozing mess of Coe's pussy. A thick stream of his come mingled with the clear juice of her pussy and ran from the slack pink lips of her cunt and down her thighs. He let go of her waist and stepped back.
Colleen's ass slid agonizingly down the side of the tree to the earth. For a moment she sat, stunned with horror and the aftermath of passion, staring at her unmoving brother while jism and cuntjuice slobbered from her cunt and dripped to the pink carpet.
"Hell, he's all right," Bob said after a brief inspection. His cock hung between his hairy thighs, its size scarcely diminished from what it was when erect with lust. "Old Jake knows what he's doing. He's a Black Belt."
Jake was looking around in disgust. "Shit, we used up all our rope tying the pussy to the trees," he said. "Loan me your belt, will you?"
"Why not use your own?" Bob asked, but he bent to unthread his leather belt from the loops of his grimy jeans.
"I got a use for it." He picked Jack up by the armpits and dragged him over to a third three, somewhat slimmer than the others. He propped the semiconscious young man against it, looped Bob's belt around it and tied Jack's elbows to the trunk. Then he slapped the young man across the face.
Jack's head rocked to the side. His eyes opened, wandered for a moment, focussed. They were the same startling green as his twin sister's. Fraternal twins, they looked a good deal alike – tall, trim bodied, skin tanned by long exposure to the mountain sun, their hair red-brown.
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Betsy sprawled on the ground with come trickling from her asshole, and the all but naked Colleen sobbing against her own tree.
"You won't get away with it," he said. He was instantly ashamed of his own lack of originality, but somehow it seemed the only thing to say.
Jake laughed. He'd picked up his own pants was pulling his belt free. It was hand-tooled, thicker leather than Bob's, with a massive cast brass head the shape of a beer company trademark.
"Sure, we can," he said. "Me and my partner's gotten away with a lot already… ain't that so, Bob?"