Bart Masters rocked back on his haunches once more, a smile playing across his cum-smeared features as he seemed to be possessed by a sudden erotic inspiration. Without speaking a word, he scooted backward several feet on the floor, still kneeling, all the while gesturing to Tom Watson with his hands, giving directions regarding what he wanted done with young Melanie Tucker.
Whatever those silent hand-signals might mean, it was clear at once to Penny and her captor that Tom Watson understood them perfectly. A big lecherous smile spiff his own piggish features, and he immediately shifted position himself, releasing Melanie's thrusting breasts from his big hands and seizing her instead around the waist, letting her body slip forward as if the groggy young girl was bowing to Watson in formal greeting.
Melanie felt herself slipping again, and once more her big eyes snapped open. There seemed to be nothing she could do to recover her balance as Watson shifted his grip on her naked young body, and suddenly her legs gave way entirely, as she slumped into a kneeling position at Watson's feet, facing directly toward Bart Masters. The girl's arms shot out reflexively, supporting her now in a position which left her on all fours, peering ahead through tear-filled eyes at one of her tormentors while the other towered behind her like a leering colossus.
Young Melanie Tucker did not fully understand what the two men might have in mind for her until they began to move. Quickly shifting their positions as if to take better advantage of the kneeling posture she maintained, Tom Watson dropped heavily to his knees behind her, positioned between the firm young thighs so that the fly of his slacks actually brushed against the ripe swell of her ass-cheeks. The big man's hands were on her hips, holding her in place easily, as if she had been a mere child instead of a young woman.
The girl's brow was furrowed with sudden concern as she watched Bart Masters deftly unfastening the belt and zipper of his own suit pants, rapidly lowering the garments until they rode at mid thigh, almost sagging onto the floor. Quickly, eagerly, he hooked his big thumbs into the elastic waistband of his undershorts as well, yanking those last remaining garments downward and away from his loins to reveal the wobbling, thrusting rod of his long, thick penis, quivering as it was into immediate full erection.
Melanie felt herself nearly hypnotized by the mere sight of that imposing shaft, waving before her eyes like some evil magician's wand of power. She studied and memorized every small detail of his penile rod, paying particular attention to the lone, glinting drop of seminal fluid which glistened at the single leering eye of his bluish-purple cockhead.
Melanie's insides were tied into knots and she feared that she might faint dead away at any instant, confronted as she was by that imposing male member which fascinated and repelled her at one and the same time. She was only just beginning to recover her senses, and to salvage something from her progressive mental shambles, when a new stimulation from unexpected quarters drove her mind directly to the brink of reeling, intense erotic distraction.
The young girl had been so busy studying and watching Bart Masters' pulsating organ that she had not noticed what Tom Watson was doing behind her. She had not heard the metallic whirring sound as he lowered his own zipper, nor had she noticed the rustling sounds as he whipped off his own pants and shorts, leaving himself naked and ready for action from the waist down. Her first hint of his lecherous intentions, in fact, came when she was shocked and jolted by the sudden contact of his moist penile glans against the smooth, silken cheeks of her ass.
Melanie sought to spin about, to defend herself from any invasion from the rear, but Watson's grip upon her hips was much too powerful to permit any escape. He held her easily with one hand, using the other to manipulate his massive cock in a teasing path along the cleft of her ass and into the curly wet forest of her silky pubic hair. The girl tensed, grinding her teeth in mingled anger and growing frustration as she found herself totally unable to resist the coming ravishment of her once-virginal loins.
While Melanie was in her state of mixed fear and confusion, Bart Masters seized the golden opportunity, sliding rapidly toward her, his jutting cock now on a level with her face. Before the girl was able to cringe away from Masters, he had snared her head, tangling the fingers of one hand in her long silky hair, and was holding her face immobile and in line with the wavering dripping head his pulsating male shaft.
Melanie uttered a little sob of mingled fear and disgust as the man moved his hips suddenly forward, causing the wet tip of his vibrant organ to graze lightly along the moist cupid's bow of her slightly open lips. The touch of his velvety cockflesh against her lips both excited and repelled Melanie, and when she found herself unable to wrench her head free from his iron grip, she was provided with a handy excuse for letting the peculiarly arousing form of stimulation to continue a moment longer.
Bart Masters seemed to realize the storm of conflicting feelings and emotions inside the young female captive, and he took full advantage of them, playing upon her jangling nerves as he manipulated the broad tip of his cock ever more rapidly along the gentle curving swell of her lips. She was panting heavily now, and while he knew that her mind must be loudly rebelling against that untried oral genital contact. He also felt that in short order he would be able to win her over to his side as a totally willing accomplice to the ultimate act of perverse oral sex.
Melanie Tucker had not been able to make up her mind exactly what her final opinion of Masters' lewd and perverse advances would be, but all of a sudden the decision was taken violently out of her hands.
Tom Watson had been exciting and amusing himself behind Melanie, stroking his long, fat cock back and forth along the rapidly moistening slit of her clasping little cunt, quivering from head to foot as the electrifying sensations from the searing genital contact washed over him. Melanie had seemed to be going along with his advances at first, albeit reluctantly, since there was no possibility of escape from his clutches. As Bart Masters thrust his thick cock against her pouting lips, however, Melanie had been forcefully distracted from Watson's genital stroking, and no amount of increased tempo on his part had been adequate to revive her interest or recapture her attention.
The big man was determined to rapidly force some sign of erotic recognition from the young female captive, and so, aligning his cock head swiftly with the crinkled little rubbery mouth of her secret vagina, he rammed his hips violently forward without further preamble, impaling her to the core of her vibrant little cunt with the pulsating rod of his penis.
Melanie arched her back, growling aloud with pained surprise as the long rod of penile flesh ripped into her, the blunt glans buffeting tightly against the elastic barrier of her tight little cervix. The incoming thrust jarred the girl, and sent waves of mingled pain and pleasure radiating quickly outward from the tight clinging vagina. Ripples of intense erotic sensation raced the length of Melanie's arching spine as the big man's fat penis made continual grating contact with the electric little bud of her clitoral pleasure node. Those rapidly spreading jolts of intense sexual arousal were quickly overwhelming Melanie, setting her muddled mind awhirl in a fantasy realm from which it appeared that there would be no returning.
The sudden searing invasion of Melanie's cunt from behind provided Bart Masters with the golden opportunity he had been looking for. Melanie's mouth gaped open, a silent scream of mingled pain and passion building there in her taut throat, and in that split second, Masters thrust his hips even further forward, sliding roughly half his cock into the moist, warm cavern of the young girl's mouth.