… Then, Lois felt another pair of hands. They caressed her hips and thighs, gently, running massagingly over them, then rummaging in the triangle of her loins, the unseen fingers playing with the golden curls a moment or two before a finger squirmed down into the exposed crease, at the top of her cuntal slit, to find the sensitive shaft of her re-awakening clitoris. She was being held so tightly between Mickey and Buck that she couldn't see who it was that teased at her genitals.
Now, those hands lifted her knees up, flexing them, then her thighs were pried apart, firmly and she knew that the whole of her loins was exposed, nakedly, to that unseen, unknown man. God! Which one of them is it…? Desperately, she tried to close her legs, again, but his greater strength held them apart. Her muscles trembled, painfully, as she played a serious tug-of-war with him. Finally, she could resist no longer. Her muscles relaxed and her thighs splayed open, widely… obscenely. She heard the man's sadistic chuckle of triumph. She fully expected to feel his body coming between her thighs, his erect penis entering her unwanting vagina to plunge into her without mercy… fucking her in mindless fury.
It didn't happen like that; instead, she felt those hands move upward on the cringing, soft flesh of her inner thighs, until they were on either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cunt… Then, very plainly, she felt his thumbs slowly, tantalizingly, spread apart the gently pulsating lips of her pussy.
At the other end of the trailer, securely trussed up and lying helplessly on the other bunk bed, Stan could only watch, with mounting fury, as the three men mauled and stimulated his wife. He could hear and see, but he was effectively gagged by the wide tape across his mouth. God damn bastards! They'd better not hurt her…! But, what could he do? There were four men… all armed, not counting the smooth-faced boy, with the light, blue eyes, who had not displayed a weapon. Desperately, his eyes searched the trailer for something… anything that might be a help to him, either for escape… or as a weapon. There was nothing. His eyes came back to the other bed. The big, bearded man was kissing Lois, while the smaller one licked and sucked at her breasts. Below, the good-looking man seemed to be getting ready to mount her. He was spreading her thighs apart, and his long, thin cock stood out from his loins, throbbingly. Then, as Stan watched, Bill Wunder lowered his head, between her trembling thighs… and Stan knew what he was going to do. Damn! He's going to mouth-fuck her! Christ… I've never done that to her, myself! She's never even let me try… but tonight… before these goons broke in on us… I think she would have gone for it…!
The fourth man, he noticed, had stayed near the door, but now, he, too, began to strip his clothing off. The young boy was still fully clothed. When Peeper Martin was finally standing there, naked, he looked toward the tableau on the bed and saw that there was no place for him, there, yet, remembering Mickey's admonition that the black-haired bitch, who was kneeling over the leader's loins with his big cock in her mouth, was not to be touched by any of the gang, he turned to Terry and said, "Get it up for me… Terry!" He reached down to grasp and lift his slowly hardening cock by the shaft, as without hesitation, the small, pixie-like boy knelt before him and took his prick into his mouth.
It was only a foot from Stan's face. He watched with revulsion, as tiny hands reached under to titillate the big man's balls, the equally, tiny mouth beginning to absorb more and more of the rapidly growing cock. Damn fag! Pretty boy! Christ! It's disgusting!
After a few moments, Peeper began to move his hips backward and forward, to drive more of his fully erect cock deep into the boy's mouth and throat; then, suddenly, he withdrew it and growled. "That's enough! Now… why don't you have your fun with these guys… while I'm busy with that blonde bitch!"
Stan was appalled. Tied up as he and Harry were… they would be helpless! This young faggot could do anything with them he wanted! For the first time since the motorcycle gang had invaded the trailer, he felt a slamming fear in his guts. There's no telling what the little fag'll do! He considered the possibilities: He could force us to suck him off… fuck him in the ass… or… he might want to shove his prick up our assholes! Christ! It was a grim picture he conjured… and he didn't like it at all!
He watched as Peeper walked to the other end of the trailer and crawled up on the bed. There was a general shifting of people, then… but he wasn't able to watch it all.
His attention was drawn, fully, to the small, leather-clad figure, who sat down on the bed next to him… and whose small hand reached out to his now flaccid prick, "Mickey said… if I wanted to… I could make it with you two…" The voice was high, musical… almost like a woman's voice, but Stan tried to roll his hips away, strangled noises coming from his mouth through the gag.
"Oh… you can't talk!" Those tiny hands reached up to remove the tape from his mouth.
"Now… what do you want to say…?"
"Keep your hands off of me you damned faggot!" Stan grunted.
A trilling laugh tinkled from those too-pretty lips. "That's funny… almost too funny for words!"
… Then, Stan watched in amazement, as Terry removed her jacket and tossed it aside. Next her boy's shirt was slowly unbuttoned to reveal a pair of the loveliest woman's breasts he had ever seen. They were small, firm, pouting upward, and the nipples, small, berry-like were hardening into tiny cones of sensitive flesh. Whipping off the shirt, she was nude from the waist up.
"Does that look like I could be a gay one…?" she asked, challengingly.
Stan stared at the beauty before him and gasped, "God… I wouldn't have believed it! You're beautiful"
"… And, all the rest of me matches!" she told him with a smile. "Now do you want me to touch you… or not?"
Below, unbidden, his big cock was throbbing to erection. "It sure as hell puts things in a different light… but it's going to be hard for me… to do anything for you… tied up like this…" he suggested.
"I–I couldn't let you go!" she explained. "Mickey won't allow me to!"
Then, she reached over to remove the tape from Harry's mouth. As soon as he was stripped of the gag, he said, "Baby… if you let us go… I can guarantee you the best fuck you've ever had!"
"I–I can't do it… so don't ask me, again!"
Terry removed her jeans, boots, socks and panties. She was completely nude, as she crawled up on the bed with Stan and Harry. She went on, "… But, don't worry… we'll all have a good time!" Her eyes swept down to gaze at the two big cocks spearing up, fully hardened… and ready. "I know I'll be satisfied… you've both got cocks that don't stop!"
With studied casualness, she knee walked over and straddled Stan's face, then leaning forward and to the side, she grasped Harry's outsize cock, her tiny hand not able to encircle its girth; at the same time, she lowered her loins down over Stan's face. "First… we'll do a little cock-sucking… and cunt-licking!" she instructed.
Stan looked up into the tender, moist furrow above him, and just as soon as she dropped her loins down into range, his tongue shot out to bury itself in the liquid depths of her pulsingly needful young cunt. An unbidden moan of desire escaped his lips, as he savored the pungent tang of her viscously bedewed vagina. Yes! Things had certainly changed in just a few moments. His only wish was that his hands could be free; it would really be fun, then…
As Terry's lips came down over his cock's head, throbbing lustily with desire, Harry muttered, "Suck it… good, Terry, baby! Suck it good!" His hips thrust up at her… and she began to bob her head, expertly, over him. Damn! This's something! Imagine… me, Harry Williams… being raped by a little slip of a girl!