"We've just invited ourselves to your little party!" Mickey Blackum told them, an evil grin parting his bearded lips.
"Like hell!"
The gang leader looked at him, hard, his face set and grim. "We're here… already… and we've got the muscle and the hardware to make it go our way… but nobody'll get hurt… if you just play it cool! Don't do anything stupid… foolish… or heroic… understand…?"
"You'll never get away with it!" Stan ground out at them!
"We'll see!" Mickey answered curtly. "Tie the guys up!"
Only then did he take his hand away from Vivian's mouth. She looked up at him through eyes miserable with fright.
"Mickey!" she whispered. "If it's me… you want… just take me! These other people… don't have anything to do with it!"
Buck Sloan released Lois, and while Bill Wunder stood guard, implacably, went to the door and said, "Right on! Mickey wants the guys tied up!"
Meanwhile, Mickey glared down at Vivian, his eyes mean, full of anger. "Baby… there's no more talk… just action, now!" He stepped back and ordered. "You two… move down to the other bed… at the front there!"
Stan and Harry clambered off the bed and moved, warily, to the front of the trailer, where Peeper and Terry waited for them with rolls of wide surgical tape in their hands. They had no choice to do otherwise. Both men were bareassed naked. They were faced with four armed men, who probably wouldn't hesitate to use the weapons they held in their hands. The odds weren't very good!
"On the bed!" Martin ordered.
The two husbands lay down on the bed. Quickly and efficiently, Peeper and Terry bound them, using the surgical tape. In a few moments, Stan and Harry lay, trussed, hand and foot… and for extra measure… tape was placed over their mouths, as well.
Mickey inspected the two immobilized men. "Good!" he spat and turned his attention to the two women huddled together on the bed. Lois was sobbing with fright, as she clung to Vivian, asking in a hoarse whisper, "A-Are they… going t-to d-do… what I–I think…?"
"God…! I–I don't know! But… I'll try to get Mickey t-to leave you alone!"
Buck Sloan leered at them. "Damn! Mickey can sure pick them!" he reached out to one of Vivian's full-mounded breasts, his fingers digging into her smooth, soft flesh, cruelly. "Christ! I can't wait to get my mouth on these!" he grunted.
"Drop it, Buck!" the bearded leader ordered. "The blonde's the one that gets it!"
The smaller man drew his hand back, as though he had touched a hot stove. He grinned, sheepishly, and turned his salacious, ferret-like eyes on Lois. "There's not much difference… I guess…" His hand caressed Lois' breasts; cupping one in his hand, his moistly warm lips encompassed a pink nipple, sucking up the aureole as well.
Lois shrank back and cried, "D-Don't… p-please… don't!?"
Vivian's grey eyes met Mickey's, defiantly, "Tell your goon to l-leave Lois alone! It's me you want isn't it?"
"Yeah but I'm saving you until last!" he grunted. "You're going to watch… while I show you what you missed! Then if I feel like it I might fuck you, too!"
Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull off his clothing. This was apparently a signal to the other three men, for they, too, began undressing.
Whispering, hurriedly, into Vivian's ear, Lois asked, "Do you know… him!"
"Yes… in a way…" Vivian whispered back.
"What's this a-all about…?"
"It's a long story… I'll have to tell you… about it… later on!"
Mickey heard. He came to sit on the bed. Lois crawled away from him, into a far corner of the bunk. Watching her, amusedly, he said, "It's not such a long story! This bitch's a little cockteaser… and she picked the wrong guy! That's all!" Lois could only stare at his obscene nakedness…
Then, he stretched out on the bed, reached over and pulled Lois over to him. "So… your name's Lois? You're the one who was wearing those sexy hot pants! Come here! I'm going to fuck you!" he grunted. "But before I do… we're going to have some fun!" He encircled her body with a strong arm. "Meanwhile… Vivian, you little bitch… see if you can get my cock up with your mouth… and be God damned sure… you do it right!"
Buck was naked, now. His body was scrawny, but a bounteous nature had supplied him with a cock that was every bit a match for Harry Williams'. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the other side of Lois Brewster, plastering his body up against hers. His jack-staff erection was plastered up against the smooth taper of her thigh. She cringed with the contact, her eyes brimming with tears. Oh, God… not two of them… Of course, earlier, Harry had told her that part of the fun of swinging… was multiple copulation. She had considered it… had even consented to it, with her husband, Stan… and Harry… but with these men complete strangers…? Dear God…!!
Blackum pulled her head over to his, his avid mouth finding her lips to kiss her. His full, black beard tickled her face. She tried to turn her head aside, but he held her hard and steady. "God damn it!" he hissed. "I'd hate to mark up your pretty face!" He captured her lips and snaked his tongue deep into her mouth to savor her moist, sweet mouth.
Meanwhile, Vivian knelt over Mickey's loins. She saw that his big cock was only partially erect. Without hesitation, she leaned over him and took the half-hardened shaft of his penis in her hand to skin back the heavy foreskin, her other hand going under him, to titillate his heavy scrotal sac. She was worried. It was not about herself. She was experienced enough to handle whatever came her way… But Lois… she's like a babe-in-the-woods! Damn! I hope she doesn't get hurt…!
Lowering her head, then, she took the head of Mickey's cock into her mouth, her tongue laving all around the growing corona, her lips tucked in over her teeth exerted pressure all the way around, as she began to hollow her cheeks in a sucking motion. She felt his prick pulsing to full erection in her mouth, and she began to bob her head, slowly, her lips slipping down further and further over him, until she was absorbing almost all of him into her mouth and throat.
Mickey shoved his hips up at her mouth, countering the slow rhythm she had set. He knew she would know how to do it, properly. Her mouth was smooth, moist warm… and practiced.
Bill Wunder watched Vivian for a moment, his cock throbbing to erection. He climbed onto the bed with the others, reminding himself that in a few moments… he'd make her do the same thing to him. Christ! It makes me hot just watching her… the way she's going after Mickey's big cock… but meanwhile… His eyes zeroed in on Lois' golden, hair-covered mound, seeing the curving swell of her hips, the tapering thighs framing the center of his interest. Training his eyes up farther, he saw her flat belly. Buck had one of her spiked-out nipples in his mouth, sucking noisily on it, while his other hand cupped up the other breast, the alabaster smoothness showing the marks of his cruel fingers. Mickey was kissing her, deeply, his mouth welded to hers, as he held her in his tight grip.
Lois, lying between the two men, being kissed by the bearded one called Mickey, suddenly remembered: Oh, God… he's the one I–I listened to… and watched… while he was… was fucking that young girl, Terry… on the sleeping bag! Vividly, she recalled her thoughts… her feelings; she had wanted to be that girl… wanted to lie under him… and take his cock deep into her seething cunt! Now… here he was… And he's going t-to… rape m-me!
She didn't want it! A person would think that in the face of her fear and terror, she would have been numbed… refusing to believe that it could happen… that his rape of her was a reality that would take place in a very few minutes; yet how was it… that there was a certain, sex-laden thrill keening through her body, the warm glow there in her belly, the definite sensation of moisture forming down there, between her legs… all indicating sexual arousal… in a woman who was about to be sexually assaulted… raped, fucked against her will?