Bart concentrated his full attention and the full weight of his rotating searching glans upon the tingling little bud of Penny Tucker's excited clitoris. The girl was going wild beneath him now, thrashing about on the bed and calling her lust out loud in incoherent little gasps that he thought must surely be audible to the people remaining downstairs. Bart ground his glans relentlessly against her trembling little clit, until she slumped back weak and panting upon the mattress, unable to even put up the semblance of a fight any longer.
Then, as suddenly as he had begun, Masters totally withdrew his penis from the steamy, yearning arena of her little twat. Penny's reaction was immediate and emphatic, bringing her up on both elbows to glance in worried fashion from his red cock to his sweaty face and back again.
"Wha… wha… what are you doing?" she asked disbelievingly. "Why… why have you stopped?"
"Tell me what you want, bitch!" he demanded roughly, his voice grating coarsely across her ears in the sudden stillness of the room.
Penny was totally humiliated by what she knew she must say and do, but there was no longer any possible escape open to her. She was far beyond the point of no return, and she felt that she must die now if she was deprived of ultimate sexual satisfaction for even a second longer.
"I… I… I want your cock!" she said at last, finding that the words did not strangle her as she had feared. "I want it in me! I want to be fucked!!"
Penny could scarcely believe that she was hearing her own voice, but as she pronounced those lewd demands she felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she was suddenly free of her plaguing inhibitions at last. She slumped backward onto the bed once more, thighs falling limply open in silent but unmistakable invitation to her would-be rapist.
Bart Masters could contain his own passion no longer, and now he lowered his hips into position once again, using the same hand to guide his penis until the broad glans was nudging directly against the tight elastic mouth of the girl's little vagina. Penny Tucker suffered an instant of incredible discomfort as that massive pole of male flesh began its twisting, worming entry, but then Masters accomplished his feat with a single powerful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in the steamy little pit of her heaving, yearning belly.
Penny felt as if her entire body was suddenly on fire, and the only way in which she could ever put out the flames was by battering her loins and pelvis relentlessly against the skewering cock which impaled her. Her body flailed and tossed beneath Bart Masters like a human gyroscope gone berserk, her clawed fingers raking his back insanely as she mewled out little gasping cries of ecstasy into his ear.
Masters was driving his reaming cock deeper into the young girl's captive cunt with each of his powerful fucking thrusts, until at last he could feel his round glans pummeling against the elastic cup of her cervix. He could penetrate her no farther, but still he did not abate the power of his thrusts, nor the speed, striving to evoke new sensations of passion for them both with every pistoning stroke he administered.
Penny brought her heels up, locking her ankles behind Bart's pumping ass and pressing his cock ever deeper inside her clasping, milking pussy. She sought to drain every ounce of his passion from him in order to satisfy the craving which she felt inside of herself.
Bart Masters felt the explosion of his cum building in the pent-up receptacle of his tight balls, waiting and eager for the release which would blanket Penny's cunt with seething, swirling foam. The milking action of her pussy walls was driving him insane, and he knew it could not be much longer before he scaled the ultimate heights of nerve shattering total orgasm.
Suddenly he was there, his entire body stiffening and his prick thrusting deeper than ever inside her as he came. His semen burst forth within her in long milky, scalding gouts, coating her insides with the creamy, soothing milk of his passion. The scalding flood was enough to send Penny herself teetering over the brink into total sensual release, and she felt herself sliding into that vortex with a sensation of ultimate, unbelievable relief.
"I'm cumming!" she wailed aloud, giving herself totally to the exhilaration of that new and draining experience. "I'mm cccuuuummmiiiinnnggg!!!!"
CHAPTER THREE
Young Melanie Tucker had watched her sister go up the stairs with Bart Masters through eyes narrowed by tension and fear. She had no real idea yet just what these men might demand of them, but the open display of weapons in her home had informed her from the beginning that she could expect little mercy or compassion from the ruthless invaders. With Penny out of her sight and gone now with the leader of the cruel trio, Melanie suddenly felt very alone and vulnerable in the presence of the other two men.
It was almost a relief to her when the one called Jed Wilson spoke to her, breaking the grim silence that hung between them like a curtain of fear.
"How about that coffee, eh, little lady?"
She nodded dumbly, turning away from him and moving in the direction of the kitchen. He moved to follow her, and the third man would undoubtedly have followed as well if Wilson had not turned upon him and brusquely ordered him to remain in the living room and keep watch over the road outside through the front windows of the house. Having thus dispersed his "troops", Jed Wilson turned once more and followed Melanie into the kitchen, closing the door behind him firmly.
Melanie glanced at him from time to time out of the corner of her eye as she busied herself with the coffee pot at the stove. She had filled the pot with water and was about to turn on the heat of the burner beneath it when she felt Jed Wilson close beside her and almost flinched away from the sudden touch of his hand on her shoulder. His voice was soft, almost purring, in her ear as he leaned closer still.
"What does a great-looking girl like you do for excitement in a nowhere dump like this?" he asked, his leering tone communicating more than casual interest in her forms of amusement.
Melanie shrugged, half hoping the gesture would dislodge his clinging hand from her shoulder, but all in vain. When the subtle effort failed miserably, she felt constrained to manufacture some answer that might satisfy the man.
"We don't do much," she said simply. "Once in a while there's a school dance, or a hayride."
"A hayride!?" the man crowed, his voice breaking up into harsh and derisive laughter at the very idea of such primitive amusement. "I didn't know they still did that in the western world."
When Melanie made no reply to his mocking words, Wilson tried another tack, lowering his voice a notch and leaning close to her once more, tightening his insidious arms about her slim shoulders. "It must get awfully dull for you, way out here in the sticks," he said, hugging her to him for emphasis. "You must be pretty hard-up for all kinds of excitement, I'll bet."
Melanie shook her head in a hesitant negative gesture. "It's not so bad," she said weakly, while her mind cried out that it really was that bad, and that she had said the exact same things silently to herself a hundred times before. "It really isn't that bad," she repeated pointlessly.
The man continued as if he had not heard her ineffectual protests. "I'll just bet you've got a real shortage of men back up here in these hills, don't you, sweetheart? The young ones move north or go off to the army, and you're stuck here with a bunch of old geezers snapping their own carrots, eh?"
Melanie could think of nothing to say, so she remained silent, toying idly with the knobs of the stove, but without turning on the flame beneath the coffee pot.