Harry slipped his P-38 Luger from a drawer, while Stan slipped, stealthily, to the kitchen area, where he found a ten-inch butcher's knife.
It was a surprised Bill Wunder, who opened his glazed eyes to look into the muzzle of Harry's unwavering pistol. Williams, his face set in grim lines, warned him to silence and waved him off the bed. Stan and Vivian, working together, swiftly, tied him and gagged him. He lay on the floor of the trailer near Buck Sloan, his pale blue eyes blazing with helpless frustration.
What she was seeing didn't register on Lois. She tottered on the crumbling edge of orgasmic release. Mickey had satisfied his own lust… and now he lay, heavily, on top of her, not moving, his cock growing flaccid within her inflamed vagina. She moaned aloud. "Oh, God… don't stop… now! Keep it up! Keep on f-fucking me… until I cum!"
Stan heard his wife's pleading. Damn… she's begging him for it… and the son-of-a-bitch can't do anything for her! The knowledge of her need… the fact she had begged to be fucked worked in him. He, too, had been brought to a towering level of desire… until Peeper Martin had pulled Terry's mouth off of him. Christ! He wanted to fuck her, on the instant… but first he and Harry would have to immobilize the bearded gang leader!
Moving in close, holding the big knife in one hand, Stan reached out with the other, grabbed a large handful of Mickey's black hair and yanked his head up to glare into his face. Harry pressed the muzzle of his pistol against Blackum's temple.
"Get up… slow and easy! It's all over… for you!" Stan growled.
Mickey was startled. "What the hell!" He tried to roll away, but Stan held him close, bringing the sharp butcher's knife up under his bearded chin.
"Move!" Harry Williams barked.
"Peeper! Buck! Wunder Boy!" Mickey shrilled.
"It's no use! We've got two of them… and one bugged out! He took the girl with him!" Stan grated, jerking hard on Mickey's hair.
"Peeper! It must've been Peeper!" Mickey shouted, almost hysterically.
In a few seconds, he joined his companions on the floor of the trailer, trussed up and gagged, securely.
On the bed, Lois moaned aloud, "Oh, God… what's happening?" She was still in the throes of passion, needing and wanting a cock in her to bring her to the orgasm that was just beyond her reach. "P-Please… Stan… Harry… anybody? I–I want to cum! Oh, God… somebody… fuck me!"
Both Stan and Harry leaped to their feet and made for the bed. They reached it at the same time. "Hold off!" Stan warned. "She's my wife… and by God… I'm going to fuck her… like she wants!"
"We can both fuck her!" Harry grunted. "No sweat!"
"How… God damn it!"
"Easy! You take her in the cunt… and I'll take her in the ass!"
"Oh, please… hurry!" Lois moaned, her hands clawing at her wildly needful pussy.
In silent agreement, the two men laid aside their weapons and clambered onto the bed.
"Turn her over on her belly!" Harry directed.
Numb to everything but the demanding need gnawing at the core of her being, Lois was compliant in their hands, not caring, now, as she felt secure in the knowledge that Stan and Harry were there.
Quickly, Harry straddled her, a hand on each of the rounded cheeks of her quivering buttocks. With firm force he pulled them apart to reveal the tiny, puckered opening of her anus. Dipping the head of his cock, momentarily, into the copious liquids of her cuntal orifice, he directed it against the rubbery flesh of her rear passage.
… And as Stan watched in astonishment, he forced it into the warm sponginess of her rectum.
Lois screamed with the pain of it… and Harry crooned to her, "Don't worry, Lois, baby… you'll crawl the walls in a minute or two!" He drove it into her another inch. She screamed, again.
"Stop it, Harry! You'll split her apart!" Stan bellowed.
Vivian was there, now. Calmly, she said, "No… it won't! It'll hurt only for a moment or two! I should know…!"
Then, with a final prodigious plunge, Harry gored his cock to the root of it, deep in her rear passage… but now she only moaned. It was changing for her… as she adjusted to the unnatural presence. Tentatively, her hips ground in a tiny circle under him… around and around the rock-hard shaft of his cock buried in her backside.
Harry Williams dropped his full weight down on top of Stan's wife, then rolled swiftly to his side, his brawny arms wrapped around her to take her over with him, lightly as a feather. Instantly, Stan came between Lois' legs. Guiding his expectant cock, that throbbed achingly from delayed action, straight into her, he plunged it to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
His wife moaned up into his face, "Fuck me… hard… now… damn it!"
He did.
… And, under her, Harry sawed up into the clasping sheath of her rectum… as above with equal, feral energy, Stan plundered the sensate flesh of her cunt.
Under the double pounding of their cocks, as the two virile men fucked her, she began to spiral toward the orgasm that eluded her… and within a few minutes she convulsed between them, her release washing over her with emotional rapture. Never had she known anything like it… especially after the searing pain in her rectum had turned to ecstasy.
… Then… she was there… and she screamed out her pleasure.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh!It's here! IIII'mmmmm cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngg! Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuggggghh!"
She went limp, completely relaxed, like a rag doll between them, her senses swimming on the edge of unconsciousness. She saw, heard, smelled… but mostly, she felt! Oh, God! It feels… so absolutely… wonderful…!
Vivian, watching, was stimulated, again and she wanted it too! She saw Lois cum to her soaring orgasm and realized that neither of the two men had ejaculated.
Suddenly, she knew. She could… she would be able to have them… both of them!
"Harry! Stan! She's already cum!" she trilled. "Let me take her place! I want you both… to, fuck me!"
Stan heard her. "God damn! She's right! We can't do anymore for Lois!"
He pulled rampaging cock from his wife's satiated cunt, and as Vivian Williams waggled her buttocks back at him, he knee-walked over to her. Reaching back, she guide his massive, hardened cock right into her anal passage. She helped him, pushing her hips back and rotating them, to ease his entrance.
Stan gasped, as his cock sunk into the clasping warmth of her backside, then following Harry's example, he turned Harry's wife over.
Finally, Harry was aware of what was happening. He rolled Lois from him and quickly mounted his wife.
When it was over, they rested, Harry served fresh drinks, and as they drank, they surveyed their three captives, not knowing yet what they should do with them.
"Let's finish our drinks… first!" Harry said. "I don't think they'll be going anywhere… yet!"
"I think we should just turn them loose!" Vivian suggested. "They'd certainly never try the same thing… with us… again!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The vacation was over. It was Saturday morning, Lois bustled about with her Saturday morning cleaning chores around the house. Stan was out in the yard. He had been mowing the lawn, but now, she didn't hear the sputter of the little engine. Looking out the window, Lois saw Stan talking to the new redheaded neighbor, who was looking on with studied female helplessness while Stan tinkered with the engine of her lawn mower. Well… it looks like Stan's moving in on her! It'll be just a matter of time… now… She was dreamy for a moment, as she remembered the tall good-looking husband of the well-built redhead. His name was Brooks Redmond… and he had jet-black hair, too…
Then, she remembered that other man… the one with the black beard… the one called Mickey. She was glad they had decided to let them go. In a brutal way… he had done something for her. She had found her true sexuality… her own self… under him, as he had slammed his big cock, into her.