Melanie was panting heavily now, grinding her even white teeth together and twisting her body frantically, almost totally out of control as the fire in her loins expanded to consume every jangling nerve ending in her almost naked young torso. She felt herself drifting away from all touch with reality and normality, wavering somewhere between time and space itself, seemingly enveloped in the realm of a fantasy world created and sustained by her own mind and the raging inferno of her own erotic sensations.
Every muscle and tendon of Melanie's excited young body was taut and straining, standing out like miniature steel cables beneath the tan and satiny covering of her smooth young flesh. That tension of her frame, and the writhing maneuvers which her supple body executed in its excitement, drove Jed Wilson onward and upward toward new and undreamed of plateaus in sensual appreciation.
The man was fucking ever more rapidly into Melanie's cunt now, all the while gnawing and sucking at the distended nipple of one vibrant young breast. At the same time he let his other hand slide sinuously down the length of her body, trailing with feathery strokes along one plump thigh to capture the ripe hemisphere of one ass cheek in his big, callused palm.
Melanie gasped aloud, her bright eyes snapping suddenly wide open, as she first felt the man's blunt fingers probing along the rapidly pumping cleft of her ass. She could not immediately decide what he might have in store for her, but bleak reality began to dawn when she felt the tip of his long middle finger make sudden and burning contact with the puckered little elastic mouth of her anus.
She tried to squirm away from him, dreading the anal invasion of that insistently probing finger, but Wilson was not to be denied, and his position on top of her, with his long cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, prevented her from taking any effective evasive maneuvers. Before the girl could give voice to any sort of protest, he had rammed his long finger into her little asshole to the second knuckle, already reaming and probing about inside that rubbery, virgin little channel as he did so.
"Ow! Oh God, no!" Melanie gasped breathlessly. "Not there, please! It huuurrrtttsss!!"
Even as she wailed out her plea for mercy, however, the pain in her ravaged little rectum seemed to disappear, and a new searing wave of sensual excitement blossomed there in the near vicinity of her palpitating little cunt. It was too much for the girl's young mind and body to bear, and before she fully realized what was happening to her, Melanie felt herself slipping over the edge of sanity and reality into the swirling surrealist vortex of orgasm.
"Jesus! Oh God!" she sobbed out hysterically. "What's happening to me? God… oh my… Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee!!!!"
She came with the pent-up force of a small nuclear explosion, and the silky, insistent churning of her cunt prompted Jed Wilson to follow her over that brink into total sensual release. He felt the scalding cauldron of his semen erupt, overflowing from the cistern of his testicles and racing along the ducts of his penis to explode from his cock in long, milky gouts. That flood of jism blanketed the inside of Melanie Tucker's tight little pussy, splattering far up inside her and overflowing the rubbery little cup of her cervix.
The impromptu lovers clung together for a long moment there on the kitchen floor, their bodies rocklike in rigidity and trembling as if with the ague. At long last, when they fell almost reluctantly apart, Wilson's flaccid penis slipped from the tight sheath of the girl's cunt with a wet sucking sound that was audible across the room.
Melanie Tucker curled up into a huddled little ball on the floor, weeping bitterly to herself as she realized the spectacle she had made and the degradation which she had not only suffered but accepted with such relish. She could only hope now that her sister had been able to somehow escape a similar ordeal, and that together they would somehow be able to survive and rise above the humiliating disaster which had swept over their lives.
CHAPTER FOUR
After the brutal assault by Bart Masters, Penny Tucker had taken long moments to recover her senses. At first, the world seemed to consist of nothing more than her own erotically jangling nerve endings, but then, as sanity returned, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a crushing sensation of guilt and humiliation. The sensation was greatly similar to that she had felt when she found Melanie watching her masturbate in the shower, but at the same time it was so much more intense that she felt her heart must surely break from the strain.
She was no longer a virgin, certainly, and the grim irony of the situation was that Penny might have given in to Luke Hollowell at any time over the past few months to achieve the same results. She liked Luke, and sometimes even suspected that she was beginning to love him. It would have been all right. But instead, on this grim and muggy afternoon, she had been forced to go through the motions of sex with an animalistic man who was a total stranger to her, and an obvious criminal at that.
Worse yet, Penny was swift to remind herself through the fog of guilty pangs, she had allowed herself to respond sexually to that evil man, reveling in his touch and the wild fucking strokes of his penis as it plowed relentlessly back and forth, in and out of her moist little cuntal mouth.
Bitter tears of shame streaked down Penny's cheeks as she began to dress haltingly in front of the man's piercing, prying eyes. Her bra and little bikini panties were hopeless, and she made no effort to find others, contenting herself with shrugging in to her blouse and getting a fresh skirt to put on. She realized the sight that she must present, with her unfettered young breasts moving and bobbling about inside the tight confines of her sheer blouse, but she was beyond caring after the rough and violent sexual assault she had just endured.
When she had finished dressing, Penny turned to face the man and found him regarding her closely with a knowing little half-smile that spoke volumes. She read there his inner feelings of sexual triumph at having humbled and humiliated her so successfully and with such seeming ease.
Bart Masters did not speak, but instead gestured toward the bedroom door with one hand. Penny nodded understanding and brushed past him, also silent, to open the door and step out into the corridor outside. Masters was following her closely as she moved out along that dingy hallway toward the head of the stairs, and she felt his eyes boring into the small of her back as she walked along, making her shiver involuntarily.
As she moved swiftly and surely toward the stairway, Penny found her thoughts drawn back once again to her younger sister, who had been left alone with the other gunmen downstairs throughout Penny's exhausting confrontation with Bart Masters. Penny felt a twinge of anxiety as she reached the stairs and began moving down them, suddenly worried about what might have befallen her younger sister. She worried, too, that Melanie might have been more susceptible to the advances of one or both men after her experiences outside the bathroom shortly before they arrived.
Half way down the stairs, Penny was able to scan the modest living room with worried eyes. At first only the man named Tom Watson was visible there, huddled on the threadbare sofa like a lethal Buddha, the stubby sawed-off shotgun in his lap. As Penny watched, however, Jed Wilson slowly emerged from the adjacent kitchen door, tugging lightly at his coat lapel as if to smooth his garments and get rid of telltale wrinkles.
Melanie followed several steps behind Wilson, moving slowly and hesitantly out of the kitchen in his wake. She glanced from Wilson to Watson and back again, her deep dark eyes seeming to reflect some inner fear or concern. Not until she was half way into the living room did Melanie glance toward the stairs, and when she saw Penny standing there and watching her, a flush of shame and embarrassment rose to her cheeks in short order.